[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

When Freya suddenly heard the news, she froze for a moment, and then another scene suddenly appeared in the mirror—a flame that was about to be extinguished, sparks rose up against the background of the dark night and then extinguished in an instant, gray-white and black The ruins, and the immaculate snow in the distance, formed the most stark contrast.

She murmured, "We've only been away for over an hour..."

"The fire hasn't been extinguished yet," Su Fu seemed to be running, his voice panting, "The explosion should have happened not long ago—"

As she spoke, she suddenly paused: "There are energy fluctuations of the reaper, there may be more than one..."

Freya cursed something in a low voice, and heard her continue: "There is a corpse 50 meters away——judging from the wound condition, it was killed by the harvesters. With a gun in his hand...the magazine is intact, which means that there is no chance of resistance at all, it should be a sneak attack—"

"Even if it's not a sneak attack—you let a few ordinary people deal with a group of monsters?" Freya asked coldly, "Even if they have advanced thermal weapons, the possibility of resistance is not high..."

"I know," Su Fu finally stopped, his voice calmed down, "but now is not the time to discuss how powerful the Reapers are, but where to find them... What do you think these people want to do? "

"First of all, we need to know," Freya said in a deep voice, leaning against a tree trunk, "who are these people?"

==

The sky gradually brightened, and dawn came quietly.

When Stephen Whist rushed to his friend's house in Manchester, what he saw was a room full of bloody corpses and a group of policemen who were investigating the scene.

All the onlookers were talking about this vicious mutilation case in low voices, but he could only stand by the side of the road, watching the police carry out the mutilated corpses one by one, and clenched his fists fiercely. .

He sneaked into the police station to take a look... four bodies in all, not Lillian.

He didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Lilian's disappearance meant that there was still a chance of survival, but there were still people who died, and it was very likely that he was tired because the wounds on the corpses were caused by the reaper. .

But all he can do is pray and apologize silently in the deserted morgue, and then try his best to find the Reapers and kill them.

He is a hunter, but the number of evil vampires he has hunted has become less and less over the years, because most of the vampires have gone into hiding or sleeping, and do not want to be born again. He doesn't think this is a good thing, but it is not a bad thing...at least recently For ten years there was peace everywhere.

Until this trip, Lilian suddenly sensed some strange energy fluctuations.

Lilian is an ordinary person, but she has a magical ability - she can easily sense more subtle energy changes, which is something even he can't do.

The Reaper appeared again, and just like last time, there was no reason for the elusive clues to appear... It seemed as if it appeared out of nowhere, and he even went to the United States after saying goodbye to Su Fu in London , specially opened the library of his uncle Norrington, and moved out some messy materials.

Norrington himself had personally experienced the catastrophe of the Reapers in the new century, but it is a pity that he finally became an ordinary person because he was forcibly fed the antidote, and he no longer had the eternal life of a vampire, and was buried in time soon. in the dust.

Those books and manuscripts were all read by Lillian, Stephen didn’t read much by himself, and before he had time to ask Lillian if he had found anything, they encountered the Reapers again and had to separate——Lilian stayed At a friend's house, and he went after the monsters.

But now Lilian suddenly disappeared, and he wanted to find her - he didn't even have any clue, so he could only stay there and worry.

At noon that day, he met the Reaper again...

It was in the grove where Su Fu and Freya walked through last night.

It was not difficult for him to kill the two Reapers, but it wasn't until the man behind the Reapers showed up that he realized that they were here specially waiting for him.

These unknown people took Lillian away, deduced that he would definitely rush over to find Lillian, so they waited in place... waiting for his arrival.

So - who are you guys?

==

"Edmond, I think we need to talk—it took me a lot to find you, you know."

These were the first words Dr. Lance heard after he woke up from the explosion.

He slowly took off the glasses that had been cracked into glass on the bridge of his nose, wiped off the smoke and dust from his eyelashes, looked at the gray-haired man in front of him, coughed twice, and said, "I should have guessed it was you... ..."

……

At the same time, in a cell not far from the room where they were talking, a pair of brothers were also talking about this man.

"It seems that the 'hidden danger of escaping' from the Dungeness Laboratory has not really been eliminated..." Sherlock whispered, his voice was calm, as if he was not the one who was restricted in his personal freedom.

"I said earlier that they didn't solve anything," Mycroft said impatiently. He was very annoyed by being taken to an unknown place and imprisoned. The research, the accident in the laboratory was obviously caused by him on purpose, he stole the information of the project of showing God, he has been dormant for nearly ten years, until recently there was no movement..."

"He probably wanted to hold Edmund hostage to help him continue to study the RP3 virus," Sherlock stood at the small window and glanced out, then walked to the door, "And you and I just happened to be here—"

He turned around, looked at his brother's gray suit, and said gloatingly, "Mycroft, congratulations on finally getting out of the office and experiencing a prison experience."

"I don't need this kind of boring experience in my life," Mycroft frowned, "This fish that slipped through the net must be let back into the fishing net!"

Sherlock pursed his lips and sighed: "Mr. Fish that slipped through the net is... tsk tsk."

"I very much hope that he has the ability to match his own ambition." Mycroft said slowly and coldly.

"Get out?" Sherlock tossed the lock he had just picked at him, and the door was ajar, and the outside could be seen through a narrow crack.

"Of course." Mycroft stood up and patted the dust on his coat - although it was of no use.

"Oh," Sherlock gently pushed the door open—without making a sound, he turned his head and said to Mycroft silently, "I hope you can run faster when you are escaping."

The author has something to say: The number of words in this chapter is not enough, the second update before 05:30 pm, because my best friend came to chat with me at [-]:[-] in the morning, and I don’t know what’s wrong, and I can’t sleep well. It's over, roll your eyes.