[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Mycroft said, "Haven't you seen these monsters before—"

"I just wanted to see who killed them."

Mycroft sneered: "Could it be possible to infer who killed the monster just from a pile of rotting bones? I've seen it, and there is no trace left on the snow."

Sherlock twitched his brows and murmured, "People with special abilities..."

……

"You don't seem to agree with immortality?" Su Fu asked.

"I used to be an ordinary person," Freya didn't answer her question directly, "it's unbelievable..."

Su Fu smiled, and said in an unclear way: "Even a wizard has a limited lifespan, but there are always ways to make you... last forever."

"how about you?"

"..."

Many people have asked this question so far, but she still can't answer it.

So she changed the topic: "How did you investigate me? Sherlock also investigated before—you should know his ability—but he didn't find anything either."

"Don't forget that I'm not an ordinary person," Freya said indifferently, "and—he can guess—it has something to do with my previous occupation."

"Speaking of this, what did you guys sell before? Why didn't you steal the documents yourself-it's obviously easy for you."

"Can you try to guess too?"

"Forget it," Su Fu helped his forehead helplessly, "You just tell me."

"My full name is Freya Annick. I used to be a major officer. It is not convenient to disclose my affiliation in the army. Later, I was transferred to M16 as an agent for a period of time. Someone in the government is very familiar with me, so my own hands are not good. It’s so convenient,” Freya added after thinking for a while, “but when I was in office, Mr. Holmes hadn’t reached the height he is now, otherwise——as Mr. Holmes said, the God-appearing plan might not have happened at all. was implemented."

"My God..." Su Fu murmured.

The authorities eight years ago were really crazy. Judging from Freya's current situation, her military quality was definitely not low. How much would it cost to train an excellent agent? They even used her for experiments... It is simply unimaginable.

"But—it's over."

……

Stephen came to them in the afternoon and said that Lilian's phone hadn't been connected all day, and he couldn't get through to his acquaintance's phone for some reason. He was worried that something might happen, so he wanted to go back and have a look. trip.

When he said this, his face was obviously absent-minded, obviously he had been worried for a long time, after all, Lilian was still pregnant, if something went wrong, the consequences would be unpredictable.

So he left first, and Su Fu asked Sherlock when he would return to London, but he asked back, "What about you?"

"Me? Of course I'm going back to school first..."

Sherlock snorted coldly.

But in the end she didn't make it, because at dusk that day, Mycroft came over, and he usually keeps a low profile when he travels, but today Su Fu faintly noticed a difference. Ask: "Good afternoon—what's going on?"

Mycroft seemed a little surprised and said, "Why, didn't Sherlock tell you?"

Su Fu shrugged noncommittally.

"Let's talk about this later," he walked slowly into the clinic with a black umbrella, showing a perfect smile to Dr. Lance, "Doctor, I think we have to send someone to protect you after today is over, because There was an accident, we must consider your safety..."

As he spoke, he looked at Freya who was sitting silently on the sofa. After seeing her face clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then he said slowly, "Lieutenant Colonel Annick..."

"It's not long ago." Freya's voice was a little cold.

Mycroft said inexplicably: "A few days ago, I was still holding the list of sacrifices with your name on it. I didn't expect to have the honor to meet you today."

"I too had the honor of meeting Mr. Holmes."

"So," Mycroft frowned, "may I trouble Lieutenant Colonel Annick to return the document you took away from the secret filing cabinet?"

"Not with her," Sherlock put in. "That man's name is Jim Moriarty."

Mycroft turned his head slightly to look at the secretary, and the secretary immediately went out to call and investigate this person knowingly.

"We need to retrieve that document as soon as possible. It is dangerous to leave it outside," he said calmly, "especially now, when the Reaper suddenly appears again."

Freya suddenly asked: "Did you find them elsewhere?"

"In a grove less than a hundred miles from Manchester—someone has killed them."

Sherlock suddenly frowned and said, "You didn't tell me it was Manchester just now!"

"Is it important—"

Su Fu followed his words: "What's wrong?"

Sherlock's expression was a bit ugly: "Mrs. Whist is in Manchester for training..."

"I'll go..." Su Fu patted his forehead and sighed, "This is really..."

She stood up and said to Mycroft: "Well, please give me the detailed address, I'll go over and have a look, and I'll be back soon—"

Mycroft nodded absently, and gave her a place name.

Su Fu thought for a while and then said to Sherlock: "I asked Juanjuan to find Dumbledore. If she comes back before me, please read his reply. I asked about the Reaper."

Sherlock agreed perfunctorily.

Mycroft's eyelids moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

She walked to the door in two steps, and Freya suddenly said, "I'll go with you—"

She looked at Dr. Lance and frowned: "Go back to London for now, at least it's safe there."

Mycroft straightened his expression and said, "You can rest assured on this point."

"Okay." Dr. Lance said.

Su Fu walked out first, and Freya stepped out after her. Looking at the vast snow field in the twilight, she said: "Let's go to Heathrow Airport to fly to Manchester—"

"No need at all," Su Fu said with a smile, "just leave it to me... Next you will complete a wonderful experience that is not very pleasant to the senses, please give me your hand now."

Freya didn't know why, but she still offered her the hand.

Su Fu held her wrist, pulled out his wand and shook it, there was a soft explosion-like sound in the silent air, and the two people who were standing on the snow ground disappeared.

……

Sherlock looked away from the window.

Mycroft tapped the ground twice with the black umbrella, and said, "You must go back to London with me this time. Since Su has been found, don't take any more unnecessary adventures. Otherwise—"

Sherlock ignored his deterrence at all, and interrupted him directly: "How much information do you have about the Reaper?"

"It's a government secret," Mycroft said. "It's not something you should worry about."

"Where did the ready-made experimental data of the Shenshen Project come from?"

Mycroft glanced at Dr. Lance who was sitting in the shadows and supported his forehead. It seemed that he was not surprised that Sherlock would know how to "show God", but he still said indifferently: "No comment."

Sherlock sneered: "Do you have to tell me those worldly ambitions and dirty desires in front of you?"

"I don't care what you know," Mycroft's expression suddenly turned fierce, "—and no matter what you reasoned out, you'd better keep silent about this matter. I'll say it again, it's a government secret!"

"Ah……"

==

Su Fu took Freya directly to apparate to the grove on the outskirts of Manchester mentioned by McCoff, which was also the scene of the recent reaper incident.

Freya was surprised by the apparition just now, but she didn't show much surprise, more of a sigh, she said: "Ever since I became a human being, this world has no human beings either. Is the ghost getting up..."

Su Fu: "..."

This summary should still give full marks.

In order to avoid causing panic, the place had already been cleaned up when it was discovered for the first time, and there were almost no traces left on the snow, but Su Fu and Freya could still clearly feel some kind of strange energy fluctuations remnant.

It's not magic, it's not the Reaper, it's another kind of power that no one has ever encountered before.

"Is there anyone else?" Freya asked in a low voice, her voice echoed silently in Xiangwan's twilight, the wind rustled the bare tree branches, but there was almost no one around except for the energy field fluctuations that were about to dissipate. What's left.

At this time, Su Fu's cell phone vibrated for a moment, she took out the cell phone to check, it turned out that Sherlock sent her some photos——

On the snow in the woods lay the corpses of a few reapers. Their tentacles and piranha-like mouths were cut off. Most of the fatal wounds were throats, with neat incisions, and some even had their entire heads. They were all directly chopped off.

The surrounding environment was exactly where Su Fu and Freya were standing.

Freya stared at the photos and said, "Knife..."

"Knife?"

"A very powerful knife," Freya said, "whether it is strength, technique or any other aspects, at least I am not sure that I will defeat him..."

"I don't know who it is—" Su Fu thought for a while, and added a word, "A hero."

She couldn't help muttering the last sentence in Chinese. Freya, who was looking down at the ground, suddenly said, "You can speak Chinese?"

Su Fu: "...I should ask you this question, right?"

"I used to carry out a secret mission in Xiangjiang for a period of time." She said, slowly pawing away a snowdrift that had formed icy scum somewhere with her fingers, and pulled out a rattling thing from inside.

Su Fu knelt down, lit his wand to see: "What—"

She choked on something reflected in the wand's light.

A package of wasabi cucumber flavored potato chips.

I thought it was something amazing...

However, Freya shook the wrapping paper bag, shaking out a little bit of fresh potato chips, and said, "It won't exceed three hours."

"It happened to be the time when the Reaper was killed." Su Fu said, "...this man is really cute, killing monsters and eating potato chips?"

As soon as she finished speaking, an animal cry came from behind her---

"Meow......"

The tone is soft and long, and in the vast and gloomy twilight, mixed with the biting cold wind, it looks especially eerie and eerie.

The author has something to say: The following paragraphs were poked out with an iPad. I went back and corrected the wrong punctuation. Even though I got up at five o'clock, I still didn't finish writing. I was desperate.

As the old saying goes, leave a message to catch the worm.

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