[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"I thought you'd say no."

"There's nothing to refuse," Freya said indifferently, "I don't have any... secrets to hide."

Su Fu glared at Sherlock, moved his lips slightly, and said silently: "You just want to see Legilimency reciting the spell!"

Sherlock blinked at her as if he didn't understand, his long eyelashes flickered twice, his expression was very innocent.

Su Fu silently turned his head away.

Still hesitating, she took out her wand and said to Freya, "If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

Freya nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

Su Fu raised his wand and pointed it directly between her brows. Under Dr. Lance's surprised gaze, he whispered, "Legilimens (Legilimens)."

She fell into the swamp of memory for an instant.

Countless pictures floated past her eyes like rewinding, just like the film on the reel in an old-fashioned projector, frame by frame or complete or incomplete, pieced together into a mottled and bizarre half-life of a person.

Since she was sent to that secret laboratory.

It's claustrophobic and quiet here, and all the senses are cold, the whisper-like voices come and go, the faint blue light, and the white-eyed figures reflected through the clear glass containers-those people are wearing sealed clothes. In the isolation suit, the whole person shrank behind the goggles, picked up the test tubes arranged on the table one by one in his hand, and shook his head at the pale and unconscious human body on the test bench not far away when he turned around.

……

In a huge airtight glass container, the naked human body, the head split into scarlet petals, fangs and sarcoid clusters, it frenziedly stretched out its tentacles and smashed on the glass cover, roaring and trying to escape, but failed. What effect, so started a new round of howling.

……

Suddenly there was a rapid and sharp siren, and a more chaotic noise came from nowhere. The laboratory was in chaos. Broken glass, waste instruments and human blood plasma were mixed and smeared. She quickly killed the mutant standing in front of her. The monster crawled out of the ventilation duct.

The barbed wire shone with a dark and frightening metallic luster under the blood-red twilight. She stretched out her hand to touch it, and the bluish-blue electric arc flashed white and passed through her fingers with a "stab" sound. He trembled, but there was not much expression on his face—then ignored the barbs and the voltage, and turned over the barbed wire.

Then he walked on the beach with one deep foot and one shallow foot, his back disappeared at the intersection of the bloody setting sun and the night.

……

No more endless pain.

As if in hell, eternal life without redemption, suffering, struggling, fighting, finally opened his eyes, and found that he still remembered that he was a human being.

The images of memory flowed back and forth like a tide, many people and things flowed past, time flowed like a river, and finally settled on the streets of London that Su Fu was familiar with——

A person in black walked over with tight and regular steps, and when she reached Butts Hospital, she tugged on the brim of her hood, and suddenly stepped up and leaned over. The security guard at the door felt a gust of wind blowing by her side, Without realizing what happened, she was already standing at the gate of the destination.

The door of the laboratory opened silently.

Dr. Lance, who was cleaning the volumetric flask, didn't turn his head and said, "Please knock on the door first if you have anything to do—"

The door slammed shut.

He turned his head and saw a stranger dressed in black on the open space of the laboratory, and couldn't help frowning: "You are—"

His voice stopped abruptly as the hood was removed, revealing silver hair and a delicate and beautiful face.

"...Freya."

Her style has always been simple and direct, and she explained her experience and purpose clearly in a few words. Dr. Lance sighed and explained to her what he had done in the past few years, including the RP3 antibody he had been secretly researching.

He entered the sterile room, took a tube of reagents from the safe and asked her if she would like to inject antibodies.

She nodded without hesitation, but said: "I don't believe you, so you have to follow me before the injection."

Dr. Lance was stunned for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

Freya walked towards him from the door—the strides were big, but very slow, and wherever she passed, the glass containers seemed to be cracked and shattered as if they had encountered explosives, and they fell into slag with a crisp sound of "crash". The transparent glass is like a splash of water splashed by throwing a stone into the water, stirring up, and then falling to the ground, forming a crystal clear and angular forest of thorns.

She walked past Dr. Lance, and finally stopped in front of a small bookshelf in the corner.

"You still have those things?"

Dr. Lance stared at her and the instantly destroyed laboratory in a daze, while Freya's golden eyes revealed a sharp and compelling light, as if she could see into the depths of a person's soul with a single glance.

She raised her hand and accurately pulled out a book from the shelf, and said: "There is nothing to be surprised about—the first time you saw me in Dungeness's laboratory, you should have thought that there would be such a day sooner or later... ..."

Her slender fingers pinched between the pages and pulled out a yellowed page with torn edges.

She glanced back and forth a few times, and suddenly sneered: "The truth... I was so naive back then, and I have hardly gained anything until today."

She said and threw the piece of paper on the ground, among several scattered books.

Then he took a reagent bottle casually, uncorked the cork and poured it on the pile of books.

"you……"

"Those letters will no longer have any value, and they will be vulnerable to danger if kept." Freya said casually, "It's better to destroy them."

The light blue solution twisted and circled, and soon soaked the entire page and book.

The words "Christmas" and "truth" can be vaguely seen, slowly disappearing on the yellowed page corroded by reagents.

She didn't know where she took a bag of blood and casually sprinkled it on the glass-spattered ground, stepped over the mess, and said, "Let's go."

……

Finally back in this clinic, Freya's hair was slowly turning black, she was frowning tightly, Dr. Lance looked very nervous, when she opened her eyes, she just looked down at her palm, and then moved Scratching her neck, Dr. Lance breathed a sigh of relief, but she casually took the scalpel beside her and made a cut on her shoulder.

When Dr. Lance was shocked, Freya gently wiped the blood flowing down, and she even showed a little smile... There was a little confusion in the smile, or a dull pain, and she said softly: "Ordinary people..."

The rest is something that Su Fu can completely guess. She deliberately came to the unfinished building to find McDougal, and purposely named Su Fu so that they also caught her there. They met the Harvester by accident. until now--

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Su Fu withdrew the Legilimency and chanted the mantra.

"Okay," she sighed, turning to Sherlock, "it's true what Freya said."

Sherlock nodded slowly, Freya raised her hand and rubbed her temples, and said, "You just called RP3 the 'Reaper Virus'—what's going on?"

Su Fu put away his wand, pondered and said: "Dr. Lance also said just now that when the God Showing Project was launched, what they got was the experimental data and materials that were already becoming complete--the fact is indeed the case, the Reapers, too. It is a variant of vampires, the earliest appearance should be the new century of vampires—"

"The end of the nineteenth century AD." Sherlock suddenly interrupted her.

Su Fu turned to look at him suddenly: "How do you know?"

Sherlock smiled briefly, and said, "We have a friend out in the cold - but I don't think he would mind..."

As he spoke, he stood up and pushed open the window, imitating a few cuckoo calls to the outside, and a black shadow rushed in from the window, muttering and complaining: "Who says I don't mind—frozen to death Already!"

Su Fu looked at the blond young man in surprise, "Stephen?"

"Hi, Miss Witch..." He greeted Su Fu happily, then turned to look at Freya, "...the same kind—excuse me, what's the name?"

"Freya."

Stephen held out his hand to her: "Hello, I'm Stephen Whist—you've seen it, the first vampire who was not deprived of consciousness by the Reaper virus."

Freya frowned extremely slightly.

Su Fu grabbed Sherlock and asked, "When did you meet him?"

What happened in the time she didn't know - Sherlock and the vampire hunter met so easily?

"I just met halfway," Sherlock replied lightly, and glanced at her with deep eyes. "I thought that as a person with special abilities, he would at least be useful in finding someone——in the end, I still relied on my own reasoning."

"Huh," Su Fu blinked and said, "You came here specifically to find me? I thought you were here to investigate the case..."

Sherlock: "..."

Seeing that his face was about to sink, Su Fu smiled and leaned over to touch his face, saying: "I'm very glad that you came to find me—really."

He said slowly: "Your tone is not convincing at all..."

"..."

Freya asked about the Reapers in a few words. The question couldn't be simpler, because none of them knew how the Reapers came about, or why they reappeared after two centuries of disappearance.

"How about I teach you how to control power fluctuations first?" Stephen hesitated, "It's dangerous for you now, the reaper will automatically find its own kind according to the source of power..."

Freya nodded silently.

She and Stephen got up and left, Sherlock threw a mobile phone to Stephen and said, "No calls, no text messages."

Stephen raised his hand to catch it and glanced at the screen. He frowned and said, "It's been two days... What happened to Lillian?"

Said and went out.

And Dr. Lance hadn't reacted from the shock of what they said, his brows were tightly furrowed, his fingers resting on his chin, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Su Fu smiled and said, "Doctor?"

The author has something to say: I got up at five o'clock to write... I was trapped to death.

Typos and bug comments, I went back at noon to correct them.