[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

Aurora opened the door of her house and realized that something was wrong.Her gut tells her that there are uninvited guests in her home.

Aurora came in on tiptoe, closed the anti-theft door gently behind her back, opened a small hidden compartment next to the stairs, and took out a gun from inside.She opened the safety catch, loaded the bullet, picked up the gun, and went up the stairs.

Arriving at the second floor, Aurora held her breath, stuck to the door, then kicked it open, quickly locked on the intruder in the room, and pointed her black muzzle at him.

A man in a cloak is leaning on the sofa, leisurely fiddling with a wooden cane in his hand, with his left leg lightly folded on top of the other.His cloak was pure black, well-cut, with dark red patterns embroidered on it, restrained yet luxurious.

"Lola, it's me." The man still sat there quietly, raised his cane, and pressed the bottom end against the small coffee table in front of him, without even giving Aurora a look.

Seeing the appearance of the "intruder", Aurora first breathed a sigh of relief, put down the gun, and then glared at that person angrily.

"I came to see you, and you don't seem to be as happy as I expected." The man said slowly with an aria.

"Aubrey, you came uninvited again. I might be happier if you could let me know before you come next time." Aurora rolled her eyes at him.

"What will notify you? An owl?" Aubrey twitched his lips and asked, "Of course, if you want."

When Aurora heard this, she subconsciously wanted to refute.

But before she could speak, Aubrey said again: "I know what you want to say, it's about the kid next door. If I really send an owl to deliver a letter to you, he will doubt your identity, and this is The last thing you want to see."

"If you dare to sabotage the mission I'm carrying out..." Aurora couldn't bear it anymore and threatened.

"Mission? Isn't it just to spy on that sharp-tongued brat next door? You don't really think he has no doubts about you, do you?" Aubrey pulled out another stick from the wooden cane, and said without hesitation. Xu Di said, "You are really naive."

"Whether I'm naive or not, that's none of your business." Aurora rolled her eyes again, "Also, can you stop talking like this, so you don't feel tired? You're not tired, I feel tired. Listen to my superior every day Talking like this, the ears can hear calluses."

"Speaking of which, does your superior know your real identity?" Aubrey tapped the tip of the small wooden stick on the surface of the coffee table, and the teacup in the kitchen flew over, and the kettle beside him automatically poured out coffee, "Lola , When a guest comes, it's very rude not to even pour a cup of hot water."

"What real identity? My real identity is his subordinate, the police detective of Scotland Yard, and nothing else. I am different from you, not a wizard, no magic. I am just an ordinary person who is not accepted by my family, An ordinary person who is regarded as a disgrace to the family is the only Squib produced by the Hopps family in 500 years." Aurora said eccentrically, her smile was full of mockery, "Also, I didn't invite you Come here, if you want to drink hot water, pour it yourself."

Aubrey didn't seem to expect that she would say that, he was stunned for a moment, put away the rare politician's aria, and said in a natural tone: "Lola, no one thinks you don't know magic, and no one doesn't accept it." You. You are my sister, we are family and always will be."

This time it was Aurora's turn to be stunned. You must know that her brother has always had a cold face, and he has always been strict with her, let alone said any warm words.But it was strange to say that she had never been afraid of Aubrey like she was afraid of her father.

"Nonsense, you didn't dislike me? A joke!" Aurora's bright eyes were covered with mist, she tried her best to maintain her composure, and accused, "You didn't dislike me, so why did my father never treat me well?" Face? You didn’t dislike me, so why was my mother always gentle and polite to me but not affectionate? You didn’t dislike me, so why is there no me in Hopps’ genealogy?”

Speaking of this, Aurora couldn't control it anymore, her voice became high-pitched, and her emotions became more and more agitated.The memory she had tried so hard to forget came back, lingering.

Since she was a child, Aurora has always been like a guest at home, her father is lukewarm and her mother is polite to her.On the contrary, they treated Aubrey very well. His father was strict and his mother was loving. Only a strict father and a loving mother made them seem like a real family.And her elder brother, Aubrey, was also indifferent, never showing any emotion to her, let alone warmth.

She always thought that her parents liked boys, so she didn't try to change anything.She is not a boy, made a mistake from birth, wrong sex.

But it wasn't until she was 11 that she understood the real reason for her parents' attitude towards her.She had made mistakes from birth, but it wasn't her gender, it was just that she was born a Squib without any magical powers.

It was a scorching hot summer day, and the sun made my eyes almost cry...

"Lola?" Aubrey's voice brought her back to reality.

"It's okay, it happened a long time ago, and I'm used to it." Aurora took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and said calmly.

"Lola, I don't know why your name isn't in the family tree, but..." Aubrey put his wand back in place, trying to comfort her.

"What else could it be? He thought I was a disgrace to the family because I was a squib, so he removed my name from the family tree, didn't he?" Aurora interrupted him rudely.

"Lola, listen to me." Aubrey stopped all movements in his hands, staring seriously at his sister's slightly moist eyes, "The moment I take over as the head of the Hopes family, your name will be Back to the family tree."

Hearing this, Aurora stared back into his eyes in a daze, and saw her own clear reflection in his unfathomable pupils.

"What good did you give Orange Juice?" She was at a loss and asked abruptly.

"Your best friend is worth anything." Aubrey replied.

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Test tubes and beakers of various colors filled the tea table.Sherlock sat on the sofa, leaning forward, tinkering with all the glass instruments on the small coffee table.

"—·—·|·—|···|·(Case. There is a case.)" There was a brief knock on the wall from the next door.

“—··|··—|·—··|·—|—·|·—|··|—(Dullaagain is that kind of boring case again?)” Sherlock replied.

Since the last murder in the bar, Lestrade never dared to be too big. Regardless of whether the case he encountered was difficult or not, he always invited Sherlock to the scene of the crime. No wonder he felt bored.

"··—|·—·|—|———|—·——|———|··—(Uptoyou. Come or not is up to you.)" Aurora on the other side of the wall, Sherlock Where he couldn't see, he rolled his eyes silently.

On the other hand, Sherlock chose to give up the ongoing chemical experiment, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

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Aurora took Sherlock down the stairs in a black windbreaker, and drove to MemFol, the crime scene.

After the preliminary inspection of the corpse, Sherlock began to reason endlessly: "The victim suffered an irreversible trauma to the head, which was caused by a heavy blow. According to the shape of the wound and the degree of depression, it is preliminarily concluded that the murder weapon was a cylinder. Ask about the strong smell of perfume on his body, the victim had entangled with a woman before his death..."

"Obviously." Anderson, who was standing aside, imitated Sherlock's usual mantra and interrupted him.

"It seems that your weedy mind has thought of some unreasonable inferences. In this case, Anderson, why don't you share your wrong views?" Sherlock obviously did not think of Anderson, who lowered the average IQ of Scotland Yard. Will speak wildly and sarcastically.

"I know far more than you can imagine. The deceased was Desmond Washburn, an employee of MemFol, in charge of personnel transfer, and the murderer was his female secretary Amy Amethyst Grande. As for the cylinder, it was a metal thermos purchased for him by the victim’s wife, Vivian Washburn.” Anderson crossed his arms, triumphantly He raised his head up.

Sherlock was silent when he heard this.Because Anderson's inference this time is not only reasonable, but also seems to be very close to the truth, and he can't even refute it.

"Ahem, in fact, it was Miss Grand who called the police and surrendered herself." Lestrade tried to ease the embarrassing atmosphere.

And the Amy Heister Grande they mentioned was being supported by Police Officer Donovan, who seemed to be likely to fall down at any time, trembling and covering her face and weeping, still muttering: "I didn't mean it... I It really wasn't intentional..."

"After accidentally injuring someone, the first reaction is to call the police and surrender, instead of notifying the hospital for rescue."

Aurora has always been the core element in solving the case, but she suddenly lost her dominance in controlling the audience, feeling inexplicably upset.If it was Sherlock Holmes who stole her scene, then she could still bear it. After all, his strength was there, so she couldn't help questioning it.But this forensic doctor Anderson, who she has always disliked, and this Amy, who came out of nowhere, is weak and seems to fall if the wind blows, pretends to be weak and sympathetic, and has too much drama But Heister Grande kept showing her presence, which made Aurora unable to bear it.

Aurora, who hadn't spoken for a long time, raised a question and spoke surprisingly.

"I...he was not breathing at that time." Amy Hester Grande was eager to defend herself when she heard that Aurora seemed to be doubting herself.She widened her eyes hard, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yeah, with Miss Grande's precise judgment, it's not an exaggeration to be a detective." Sherlock seemed to be echoing Amy Heister Grande, but in fact pointed the finger at her.He said, leaning down, looking at the blood-stained circle on the floor next to the shredder.

The author has something to say:

Does anyone think that Aubrey is a copy of Mycroft, and consider writing a confrontation between the younger brother and the younger sister in the future.

A new case has been opened, and the pace will be slowed down after this case.

Anderson, who likes to diss Sherlock, forced himself to add drama.

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