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

Aurora was lying on the bed alone. Aubrey's "interrogation" had ended, but she couldn't fall asleep, covering her head with the quilt and thinking about things in a daze.

She suddenly disappeared in front of Sherlock, leaving only a pool of blood, which must have frightened him. Maybe this matter will be lucky enough to become another unsolved mystery in Sherlock's mind list.

After being beaten bloody and unconscious by bullets, everyone would think that Aurora was dead, including Sherlock who advocated reason and science.But she didn't leave any clues, and disappeared out of thin air, which was contrary to the belief he had always insisted on.

Aurora imagined Sherlock's chaotic thoughts at this moment, as if she could hear the sound of his world view collapsing.

Is he just curious about the reason for her disappearance, or is he worried about her situation at the moment?Does Sherlock care about his own life or death? Does he think she is already on the road to hell?If she really died, would he be sad, would he be sad, would he be in such pain as when he knew Li Chengzhi's "death"?

If Sherlock thinks he's really dead...

Aurora suddenly remembered, at that critical moment, Sherlock typed the last words on the back of her left hand in Morse code.

"Don't die. (Don't die.)"

And Aurora replied with confidence and without haste: "Don't worry."

If Sherlock thinks he's really dead...

She had to find a way to go back, at least tell him face to face that she had kept her promise back then, at least tell him face to face that the "rest assured" she said at that time was serious.

She had to find a way to go back, even if she had to explain to Sherlock why she suddenly disappeared, even if it might expose the existence of the wizarding world and wizards.

Thinking of this, Aurora threw off the quilt and sat up straight from the bed.

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Sherlock was sitting on the sofa on the second floor, with his fingers touching and his hands forming a spire shape. The expression of not caring about anything and not caring about anything disappeared, replaced by an anxious expression on his face, as if he was waiting for something information.

Someone downstairs exchanged a few words with Mrs. Hudson, and then went up the stairs, only to hear the low footsteps getting closer and closer.

Sherlock knew in his heart that this must not be Aurora, but he still couldn't help raising his head, his gray-blue eyes were shining strangely, obviously looking forward to something.

Unfortunately, the result was doomed to disappoint him.

Mycroft brushed off the raindrops that fell on the black umbrella, put it away, and saw Sherlock's expectant eyes suddenly dimmed when he saw that it was him, with a helpless expression on his face, and in his voice, There is also a kind of exhaustion that cannot be concealed: "I have sent people to search the corridor carefully, especially near the pool of blood. There are no secret rooms or secret passages there. According to common sense, it is impossible for Hopps to disappear there out of thin air. of."

After Sherlock escaped, he immediately got in touch with Mycroft and told him that they had fallen into a trap set by JM, and told him to be careful and not to act rashly.After Mycroft received the information, he immediately canceled all the plans against JM that were about to be implemented, and directed the progress of the operation at the headquarters of MI[-] without stopping, ordering his subordinates to retreat to a distance to wait and see for a period of time. .

Having just experienced the moment of witnessing a miracle, Sherlock was naturally not in the mood to discuss with Mycroft what to do with JM. He went back to Baker Street by himself first, and told him to investigate whether there were any secret rooms or Secret passage, able to help Aurora escape.

However, the answer is no.

Aurora was knocked down by bullets in front of her first, and then disappeared in the position where she was lying.Facing the snipers ambushing in every direction and the tight iron walls, she fell to the ground and was seriously injured. She should have been like a caged bird with its wings broken, without any possibility of escape, even under such circumstances. Survival is impossible.

Yet she did.

How did she do it?

When he raised his pistol and hit the snipers, Sherlock clearly saw from the corner of his eye that Aurora could no longer support her heavy body and fell into a pool of blood.He was so seriously injured that it was very difficult to even move, not to mention dragging his body full of bullet holes and bleeding to an unknown place.

Although Sherlock was very unwilling to admit it, based on his knowledge and experience in human biology, even if a miracle happened, Aurora would surely die, and there was absolutely no possibility of her surviving.But since she disappeared where she was supposed to appear, does it mean that she escaped from the predicament alone with a glimmer of hope and a method he didn't know.

Compared to the former idea, Sherlock would rather choose to believe the latter.Even though this conjecture is already an extreme phenomenon beyond the scope of natural science conventions, and even if this conjecture is contrary to the beliefs he has always insisted on, he still prefers to believe that Aurora used a method that does not conform to scientific conventions and is not for the sake of reason. The strange way known to escape.

Not so long ago, he believed firmly in what he once believed, above reason and science.But now, he would rather that what he had always believed in was wrong, at least in this case, there was still a glimmer of life for the disappeared Aurora.

Sherlock used to feel that in his heart, no one or anything could surpass his beliefs, but now he finds that this does not seem to be the case.

He repented, regretted that he did not see through the trick of JM or his subordinate Jackson Morris from the very beginning, but was so eager for quick success that he blinded his eyes, and took Aurora and him into the already arranged plot. trap.

Sherlock, who has always been thoughtful and rigorous, didn't know why. At the ball, he only focused on Aurora herself, and naturally ignored the irrationality of the whole thing, and didn't think carefully about whether the appearance of Jackson Morris Too abrupt and deliberate.

He was ashamed, ashamed that he didn't stand up at the last moment and exchanged his life for Aurora's peace, but let this woman who should have been protected by him act as a cover for him, and let her defend him by default Bullets fired by snipers.

Although at that time Sherlock had no other choice but to follow the will of the persistent Aurora, but he was still trapped in deep guilt and couldn't extricate himself.At that time, he typed the last short words on the back of her hand, telling her to live no matter what, not to die so easily, but both of them understood that at that critical moment, in such a dangerous situation, , To be able to survive is considered a miracle.

He was confused, confused, how he would live without Aurora in the future, whether he would continue to help Scotland Yard solve the case or help MI[-] perform difficult tasks according to the original plan, or stay behind closed doors.

Sherlock still clearly remembered that when Li Chengzhi's case had just ended, Aurora didn't go out for many days because of the blow, let alone go to Scotland Yard to work normally.At that time, he felt that without Aurora around him, scrambling to find out the truth before him, even his favorite detective became dull and meaningless.Now that she's gone, what's the need for him to continue?

Two months ago, he was forced to make a choice between the two, and in the end he gave up Aurora, who was close at hand, for the career that he thought would be with him for the rest of his life.

But Sherlock now finds that without Aurora, all the pursuit of beliefs, work and career suddenly become meaningless.

Sherlock began to think about such a question, if he could do it all over again, would he make the opposite choice?

Maybe.

It's a pity that there is no such option as "if" in this world.

Thoughts continued to wander, and Sherlock, who was still thinking, was interrupted by Mycroft's sudden voice: "I will send them to continue the search, at least..."

When Mycroft said this, he suddenly paused for a few seconds, glanced at the gloomy expression on Sherlock's face at this time, and considered the words, but found that there was no better way to say it, so he had to say it according to the original meaning: "At least, if you live, you need to see people, and when you die, you need to see corpses."

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Sherlock recited this sentence silently in his heart, and his thoughts could not help but drift again, and he began to imagine what it would be like if he really saw Aurora's body.Rather than this, it would be better never to find.

"No need." Sherlock finally raised his head and took a look. His deep gray-blue eyes couldn't see the bottom at a glance. Even Mycroft, who always claimed to know him best in the world, couldn't see through the pair of doped eyes. Eyes with complicated meanings, guessing his inner thoughts at the moment.

Sherlock paused for a while, pursed his dry lips, and stared fixedly at Mycroft who was standing at the door, his tone was flat and indifferent: "Mycroft, you have to admit, you are wrong, and I am wrong too. wrong."

Mycroft seemed to have guessed what Sherlock was going to say, nodded slightly and stared at the floor under his feet, then said: "I really never thought that she would choose to sacrifice herself to ensure your safety. If I had known so ,I do not know either……"

Sherlock's eyes dimmed when he heard the harsh words "sacrifice", he sighed deeply, and said, "I should have known earlier that she was never an obstacle on my way forward, but a support." I continue to walk the existence."

Aurora did not drag him down, but tried her best to protect him.

The career that she and he valued has never been a relationship between the two, but a symbiosis.

He should have known this earlier.

The author has something to say:

I had a lot of fun going to Waterloo for the past two days. However, this trip not only consumed all the manuscripts, but also defaulted on a homework that was counted to the final total score, and the exam was coming soon.So, take a day off tomorrow, I really don't have time to write.But it will be updated on time the day after tomorrow!