[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Dr. Lance suddenly raised his head as if he had just realized it, and blurted out: "I always thought that RP3 just mutated human genes, and the mutant monsters were created because of the failure of the experiment, but I didn't expect that they turned out to be—— vampire?!"

"They can't be called vampires," Su Fu said. "Real vampires value bloodlines very much, and these creatures mutated through experiments only have some characteristics of vampires..."

She paused for a while as she spoke. It still seems wrong to think about it this way. Vampires generally reproduce through the first embrace, and mixed blood is not uncommon. Reapers are also known as mutant vampires in history, but their birth method seems to be a bit... It is incomprehensible.

She frowned, thinking that she should go back to school to check the information, or ask Dumbledore.

In the past hundred years, wizards and vampires have been getting along with each other, because the heyday of vampires has passed hundreds of years in the new century, especially after the Reaper incident, most of the vampires have disappeared or slept, and sometimes even members of the Senate The priests couldn't be found. It seemed that the last time the Ministry of Magic was not very happy because of the contact between the Reapers and the Vampire Senate.

"Let's put this aside for now. I want to know, can the antibodies you make only last for 24 hours?"

"Now Freya is the only one participating in the experiment, and there will definitely be a lot of tests needed in the future..."

After chatting for a while, Dr. Lance looked up at the clock and found that it was already noon. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Aren't you hungry—Freya has prepared ingredients for me, an ordinary person, and I'm going to pack some?"

"Thank you."

The weather cleared completely. After the first snowstorm, the bright sky shines on the earth, but the temperature is still very low. Sherlock and Su Fu came out of the house and saw Stephen and Freya standing on the snow not far away, bowing their heads. Talking about something, Stephen couldn't help but raised his head and greeted them with a smile when he saw the two of them coming out, while Freya just nodded indifferently.

"Sherlock, did Lillian really not call?"

Sherlock said coldly: "The caller ID on the phone will tell you the answer to this question."

Stephen scratched his head and turned around in confusion.

Su Fu smiled and said, "Why was his mobile phone in your hand just now?"

"Because I found the clues you left outside the clinic and felt that you might be in danger, so I asked him to ambush me outside to find you. He was afraid that the ringing of the mobile phone would reveal his location, and he didn't want to turn it off for fear of missing Mrs. Whist. The phone, so just put the phone with me."

"So... Speaking of which, why isn't Lillian with Stephen?"

Sherlock put his hands into the pockets of the windbreaker, looked at the snow-falling birch trees in the distance and said leisurely, "She's pregnant."

==

"But...she's pregnant."

Thousands of kilometers away from Dr. Lance's clinic, someone also said this sentence.

The person who said this was a girl with white hair. Her hair was poked playfully in all directions as if it was stained with static electricity. She had a pointed chin and a small cherry mouth. What was strange was the color of her pupils. One is as golden as the stars like Ya, but the other is as blue as the blue sea. The girl is wearing a little fluffy cloak, which looks very cute.

She was holding a small white mobile phone in her hand, but the screen was completely damaged and it was definitely useless.

Beside her was another young man in black with a high ponytail, who was sheathing a long sword in the shape of a seedling knife that was as cold as snow. Under the young man's feet, several corpses were lying on their sides, with bright red blood winding on the snow. The tentacles that belonged to the Reaper broke into several pieces, were shrinking, and finally dried up into several dark pieces.

The young man said: "I'm sure we won't be able to catch up now, why don't we find out if there are other monsters nearby."

His voice was deep and deep, and he spoke in a serious manner, which sounded like a serious sermon.

The girl bit her finger and said worriedly, "Well... won't those bad guys bully her?"

"These people obviously want to catch them alive," the young man pondered. "No matter what their purpose is, the pregnant wife should not be harmed for the time being."

"Really……"

The cold expression of the boy in black gradually softened, he raised his hand and rubbed the girl's hairy head: "I won't lie to you."

As he spoke, he walked into the depths of the snow, and the girl stumbled after him and hugged his arm, saying, "It's been so long, when will we find Xiaobai..."

"After finishing dealing with the matter here, we will go to Germany to have a look. There...is his hometown, maybe there will be news."

"Okay!" the girl shouted, and a little snowflakes fell from the treetops. She stuck out her tongue and licked the cold snow on the back of her hand, and whispered, "Let's go find the lady who is pregnant with the baby." Bar……"

==

"Why can't I get through..." Stephen pressed the interface that showed no one connected to the phone, his expression was full of doubts, "Could it be that the phone is broken?"

Freya is a very good student, but she has already learned how to control her power fluctuations in one noon. At this time, she is trying by herself, and Stephen still has not given up calling his wife.

"Maybe there is no signal," Su Fu came over and interjected, "It was so windy and snowy yesterday, the wires of the signal tower were probably broken a lot."

"That's right..."

Su Fu asked a few more casual questions about Lilian's situation, and Stephen continued to make unremitting efforts to call, leaving Su Fu and Freya standing where they were.

Su Fu suddenly asked: "Do you want to eat?"

Freya shook her head: "No need."

"Then... what do you rely on to maintain your body energy?"

"In principle, it should be blood," Freya said blankly, "but sometimes I have the urge to eat raw flesh and blood."

Su Fu felt as if he could hear the piercing sound of teeth being ripped apart, but Freya smiled briefly and said, "I'm lying to you."

Su Fu: "...I don't think your joke is so clever."

"I'm not joking," Freya shrugged. She had already changed out of the bloody shirt, but she was still wearing very thin clothes. Standing in the snow like a thin and lonely bamboo, she clearly looked She was about to be crushed by the north wind in an instant, but she didn't care about it so indifferently, "The truth is, I haven't eaten food since I found out that I won't be hungry anymore."

The corners of Su Fu's eyes wrinkled: "In my opinion, this is not a good thing..."

"Yeah," Freya came over and leaned against the railing beside her, her voice was lower, vaguely like the snowstorm outside the window last night, "living forever...how does it feel?"

The tip of Su Fu's flying eyebrows moved slowly, then he raised his eyes to look at her, the pure white and flawless snow scene around him and Freya's beautiful cheeks were reflected in his deep and clear pupils like a deep pool, like a bird The sparrow flew up from the pine trees, and was hit by the snow on the treetops, almost fell to the ground. It flew out with great efforts, and finally disappeared between the horizon where the white snow meets the blue sky.

She did not speak.

Freya looked away: "Please, you don't think that you really didn't leave any trace after such a long time?"

"Others can't investigate, but it doesn't mean I can't investigate—" She took out a paper folded into small squares from her pocket and handed it to her.

"Your pseudonym—it has appeared in newspapers since [-]s, although it is rare, but you know, the powerful ability of a mutated... vampire is enough to make me quickly find it in a pile of old buggy newspapers Find what you want."

There was an article in that newspaper that even she forgot her name, with her pseudonym attached, and a blurry photo next to it, but people familiar with it could still tell that it was Su Fu, no different from now.

"I remember that the date of birth written on your file is exactly 22 years old, but you have existed since the twentieth century."

Su Fu was silent for a while, and then slowly answered her question just now: "It's not very comfortable."

Freya sighed slightly, stretched out a hand towards her, and said, "I can't feel the passage of time, my physiology seems to have stopped declining... The most frightening thing is that I can't die—"

She paused, then said, "This is not a good sign."

==

"Where are you now!" Sherlock stood on the porch, holding his phone away, in case the roar from his brother deafened his ears.

"Okay, you don't need to tell me, as long as you start your mobile phone, I can find your location!" He said in a high-pitched voice, and after a knock on the door, he said impatiently, "What can I do after I finish this call?" Besides—"

I don't know what the person said, Mycroft's voice froze for a moment like a tape, and then Sherlock heard him curse something, and then the phone was thrown aside, and the phone didn't hang up.

Sherlock patiently waited for the phone to be picked up again by him. This time his voice was still gnashing his teeth, but his tone was much calmer: "Sherlock, go back to London immediately, it's dangerous outside."

Sherlock was keenly aware of the unusualness in his tone, and immediately asked, "What happened?"

Mycroft sighed: "From the day before yesterday to today, counting the time you were there, three monster corpses have been found across the country, no matter who killed them, but this at least shows that these monsters are It's starting to wreak havoc..."

"When was the last time you found out?" Sherlock asked.

The reaper he was present was killed by Su Fu and Freya. He knew that Stephen did it in Surrey the second time. At this time, he heard Mycroft say: "Just now, those monsters were killed It took less than an hour to kill, but there were no footprints in the snow where anyone else had left."

Sherlock looked into the distance in silence, Stephen was still calling Lillian by the fence in the yard, while Su Fu and Freya were talking in a low voice.

They all gathered in this small clinic just now, and no one has ever gone out, so who—in a place unknown to them in the distance, silently killed the reaper?

While McCoff was still talking on the phone, he suddenly said, "Send me the photos of the scene."

The author has something to say: This is really a messy world, two-dimensional three-dimensional stewing together, a pot of chaos.

K’s time point falls after the end of the first season when Xiaobai disappears, and my dog ​​brother takes cats all over the world to find him, because now the policy/policy has changed, and writers are not allowed to follow the original plot, so I can only look for the plot blank time period.

I was bitten by many mosquitoes in the morning, mmp woke up earlier than me? ? ?