[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Freya stood up in an instant, pulled Su Fu back, and retreated to a pile of wormwood that was half the height of a person.

Surrounded by the rustling footsteps, dogs barking, and the sound of iron chains colliding, as well as the murmur of human voices.

Freya wrote in Su Fu's heart: Looking for someone.

Su Fu nodded, and Freya wrote again: Follow them.

At this time, the wolf dog was only three meters away from them, and the mane pressed by the collar on its neck could be clearly seen. It barked a few times in their direction, and suddenly wanted to rush over here—but was dragged by the owner again As soon as the rein was pulled, Su Fu heard him say: "This beast is so wild, it's really hard to take..."

"Aren't you looking for those two people? I really don't know where they are so capable, they can hide in this place for nearly two days?"

"Ugh……"

Sighing, the man led the wolfdog to another place as if resigned to his fate, and the remaining few people also gradually dispersed.

Now that there are human footprints, it at least shows that there is nothing wrong with the place. Juan Juan patted his dusty wings and signaled Su Fu to find someone to find it quickly so that he could go back to sleep.

In the deep valley filled with fog, the passage of time could hardly be seen. Freya, who was walking in front, raised her hand to look at the time, and said softly, "It's getting dark..."

Su Fu's footsteps paused, and he murmured: "I don't know who those two people they are looking for..."

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"If you don't go out, you will be exposed..." Sherlock leaned against the wall, hissing hissingly through his teeth.

Both Mycroft and he were wearing light blue protective suits with their heads covered and thick goggles over their eyes, so almost no one could recognize them in a short time.

Their escape from the cell has been discovered, and now they have reached a dilemma where they will be detected whether they go out or not, and the main thing is that the exit here is very hidden.

This building should be semi-underground, with various passages and mazes that are intricately connected to each other. If you go out by mistake if you are not careful, it will not arouse the suspicion of the people who come and go inside.

"This place..." Mycroft raised his hand and touched the wall beside him, a layer of white wall plaster stuck to his fingertips, damp and soft, "Damp—moisture, no ventilation, at least 70 to 80 years , Now this kind of wall paint is almost no longer used, scratch marks..." He put his ear on the wall and listened for a while, then knocked on the wall, "Solid, the sound insulation effect is not very good—— Because there is no sound insulation layer installed, the electronic lock when we came out was obviously installed later, coupled with the extremely strong terrazzo floor of this era..."

He looked around, saw that no one was coming, and continued: "This building has existed for a long time. It was abandoned for a long time, and it was only put into use again in the past two years."

Sherlock raised his goggles and said in an unclear way: "It's been a long time..."

At this time, several people hurriedly walked through the corridor, all wearing the same isolation suits as them, and muttering something while walking, Sherlock immediately followed: "Hey buddy, how are things going?"

The nagging man at the end waved his hands and said, "Don't mention it, I've never seen such an uncooperative woman who is about to give birth... If something happens this time, I think Professor Krischel will put us All turned into mutants of RP3—”

He lowered his voice as he spoke, shivering uncontrollably as if remembering something frightening, and then continued to hurriedly walk into the corridor.

Sherlock silently lip-synced to McCaw: "Chrischel——is Edmund's teacher, a biologist who once participated in the Demon Project."

Mycroft nodded absently, as if he didn't care what Mr. Fish's real name was.

The two of them followed those people to a relatively larger laboratory, where the light is brighter and the test equipment is more complete - various test tubes, beakers, volumetric flasks, and triangular flasks are placed on the old-fashioned wooden table covered with insulating rubber sheets. Distillers, etc., and near the exhaust fan is a test bench, on which is lying... a thin and frail young pregnant woman.

She was awake, covering her stomach with one hand, looking sad and in pain. The clothes under her body were dripping wet. It was obvious that the amniotic fluid had broken and she was about to give birth.

Sherlock recognized it immediately, it was Lillian Whistler.

Stephen never left her without saying a word, and had shown him a picture of Lillian, and there was no reason why he should not recognize her.

One of the people who came in just now stepped forward and said to her in a low voice: "For the safety of your mother and child, you'd better cooperate..."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Whistler," an energetic low voice suddenly came from the doorway, like thick metal colliding with each other, with a certain cold and hard taste, which made people feel that this time People must be ruthless, he continued, "Your husband has come, but it's not convenient for him to see you now. After a while, I think you can reunite..."

Lillian's cheeks were twisted into a ball due to the pain of pregnancy. She buttoned the quilt on the laboratory table and struggled as if she wanted to get up, but she was pushed down without even raising her head. Sherlock heard her curse something in a low voice, Beads of sweat rolled down his pale face, soaking his hair.

"Hehe," Krischel smiled indifferently, "Take care of her, don't let her hurt the newborn—"

As he said that, he was about to turn around and leave, and suddenly said to Sherlock: "Did you hear that?"

Sherlock nodded numbly and panicked, and walked over to Lillian with a plate of tweezers.

She couldn't help but began to have sex, her teeth clenched her lips leaving a row of deep marks, but no one cared about her condition, those people in lab coats were just waiting for when her uterine opening would open, Then take out that bizarre newborn.

Lillian was already in pain and almost fainted, a person beside Sherlock said: "Give her an analgesic."

"It can affect the fetus."

According to Stephen, Lillian must know him. He walked to the other side of the test bench without a trace, and wrote his name on the palm of her hand. Lilian suddenly turned her head to look at him with difficulty. Lifting the goggles, he raised an eyebrow at her.

Lillian shook her head, and slowly and awkwardly wrote the word "Leave" with her fingers on the edge of the laboratory table. Sherlock had no choice but to shrug his shoulders—even if he wanted to leave now, he couldn't do it.

"Who is this?" Mycroft asked Sherlock, taking advantage of other people's inattention.

Sherlock answered him silently: "The wife of a vampire hunter."

Even though he was wearing goggles, he could clearly see Mycroft frowning deeply. He seemed to be recalling whether he had heard correctly—vampire hunter?

Probably because of the intensified pain, Lilian couldn't help it from a low voice to a short and frightening loud scream, while the rest of the laboratory were indifferently preparing various test equipment, and from time to time someone asked "" Does the temperature need to be readjusted?" or "Does the heart rate and pulse need to be recorded?" words seem to be in order, if you exclude a woman in pain on the laboratory table.

And at this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the laboratory, more footsteps, someone shouting angrily, and the sound of jingling bells colliding with cold and hard instruments.

"Touch" sounded loudly.

The door of the laboratory was suddenly knocked open from the outside, and Krischel, who had just walked out not long after, walked in with a gloomy face, and Sherlock and Mycroft turned sideways to face the door almost at the same time, so that they could observe clearly The situation at the door.

"right here--"

Krischel said something gloomy, and let the door open, and then a figure slowly walked into the light of the laboratory.

Dr. Lance.

He walked very slowly, seemingly cautiously, and he leaned back awkwardly, with a vigilant and helpless expression on his face. When he got closer, Sherlock realized that there was a gleaming short knife against his neck. And behind him, there was another person——blonde hair and blue eyes, but the originally gentle and harmless cheeks were stained with blood, looking terrifying and sinister.

"Your wife is here," Krischel said loudly, "but she's about to give birth, are you sure it's safe to take her away at this time?"

Stephen’s face turned pale.

"Ah—" Lilian screamed suddenly, the veins on her pale and weak neck bulged, and even the eyeballs seemed to burst out.

Stephen's left leg leaned forward, unable to stop the urge to step forward, but was suddenly grabbed by a hand, he gritted his teeth and gasped, and turned his head with difficulty: "If you dare to hurt her, I will definitely kill this man—I will do what I said, you spent so much effort to get him here, you don’t want him to die just like that?”

"Of course," Krischel said hastily, "don't be impulsive, I won't do anything to your wife—"

As he spoke, he slowly approached Stephen, and Stephen's eyes were still focused on Lilian.

"As long as she gives birth to a child, I'll let you go—" he continued, Stephen suddenly lowered his head, but Krischel had already arrived in front of him, he grinned grinningly, and suddenly raised his hand to Stephen's face After spraying something, after a thin white mist passed, Stephen suddenly screamed, fell to the ground and curled up convulsively.

Krischel sneered: "I have no experience in dealing with mutants like you."

He changed the tone of the conversation, and said kindly to Dr. Lance: "Edmond, are you okay?"

Dr. Lance gritted his teeth looking at Stephen who was limp on the ground, and said coldly, "It's okay."

Lilian's screams were louder than before. Her eyes were staring blankly, filled with bloodshot eyes like fine nets, and her bony fingers unconsciously scratched the quilt, as if the next moment would make people palpitate. died.

"Tsk tsk..." Krischel sighed and asked, "When will the newborn be born?"

"This... I'm afraid it will take a while, can you wait?"

"How did you know," Dr. Lance looked at Krischel, "the identity and whereabouts of this... Mrs. Vampire?"

"You must be curious too," Krischel said with a clear smile, "what is this place?"