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

The twilight is low, the sky is late, and the lights are brightly lit.

Standing in the small living room on the second floor, Sherlock stared at the constantly jumping lights and the fluctuating halos outside through the windows that Mrs. Hudson had cleaned very clean.He put the violin on his left shoulder, held the bow in his right hand, and played a series of sad notes on the violin.

A melodious and lingering violin piece, like a piece of smooth black silk, expresses the inexpressible and slightly melancholy emotions in my heart.

After a few "thud thumps", Mrs. Hudson stepped on cotton slippers and went up to the end of the stairs, holding a tray in her hand with various snacks on it. She began to persuade Sherlock, always happy For the first time, the lively voice showed the age that matched her age: "Sherlock, at least eat something."

Sherlock didn't answer Mrs. Hudson immediately, but continued to play the violin, and suddenly said at the end of the piece: "Mrs. Hudson, I remember you always like to emphasize that you are my landlord, aren't you?" housekeeper."

"If you starve to death without eating anything, who am I, the landlord, going to ask for rent? What's more, if someone dies here, no one will come back to rent my house. Mrs. Hudson sighed and will The tray was placed on the small coffee table, looking at Sherlock's heavy back by the window, he said a joke with a forced smile, but his tone was extraordinarily sad, as if what he just blurted out was not a joke, but a bad news.

"I don't have an appetite." Sherlock was still facing the street outside the window, without turning to look at Mrs. Hudson standing next to the sofa, he raised his hand and slightly adjusted the tone of a few strings, without raising his eyes, he said lightly replied.

"That's not okay, Sherlock, you haven't eaten much for nearly two days." Mrs. Hudson took a freshly made glutinous rice cake from the tray on the small coffee table, and continued to persuade, "I just saw the downstairs The bag of glutinous rice flour has not been used up, nor is it broken, so I made some snacks according to the previous method."

Sherlock's calm gaze dimmed, and the room next door that he had been watching was still pitch black, without any light.

The glutinous rice flour was sent by Aurora. It was originally used to teach Mrs. Hudson how to make glutinous rice cakes, but he used it to study adhesives.

"Even for Aurora's sake, eat some." Mrs. Hudson has never dared to mention this name in front of Sherlock since she heard the nightmare news, but she still said out.

"I don't feel sorry for Aurora, and there's no need to do something I don't want to do for her sake." Although Sherlock said so, he still put down the violin in his hand and turned around. Walking to the small coffee table, he picked up a glutinous rice cake.

Mrs. Hudson only thought that Sherlock's mouth was stiff, and pursed her lips, feeling a bit of sourness in her nose.She originally wanted to comfort Sherlock, but she didn't expect to cry first. She wiped her tears and stammered, "I still can't believe it, Aurora... so good My girl, how can you just say that it’s gone? The whole thing has been taken away by saying ‘mission failed’, and when your brother comes here one day, I must ask him to find out!”

As she said that, Mrs. Hudson turned around, obviously not wanting Sherlock to see her like this and become more sad.

Sherlock had already dealt with the glutinous rice in one gulp, casually took out a tissue from the paper box, walked around the small coffee table and stood in front of Mrs. Hudson, and handed the tissue to her.

Mrs. Hudson, who was sobbing and took the tissue, only heard Sherlock say: "Mrs. Hudson, don't cry. When you cry, it is equivalent to accepting the fact that she has passed away."

Mrs. Hudson was so startled that she held back her tears, her eyes widened, and she choked up and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Sherlock saw that the tissue was soaked with tears constantly pouring out of his eyes, so he turned around and took a few more from the paper box, and handed it to Mrs. Hudson.

"I believe that my Aurora will not die so easily."

Sherlock, who was silent for a moment, paced to the window again, looked at the night outside the window, and dropped such a sentence.

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Aurora sat on the cold floor, speechless for a moment.She stared at the very clear content in the book explaining the heroic deeds of the savior Harry Potter in the past, dazed and didn't know what to do, and she didn't even know what kind of emotion she should have when looking at this question.

Should I be resentful, resentful because I have been cheated by them for so many years?Should I be grateful, because I was not treated so ruthlessly by my biological parents?Should I be sad, because I have recognized the wrong family members since I was a child?Should I be sorry, because I have never met my biological parents?Should it be grateful that Aubrey knew some time ago that she was not his sister and took care of her like this?Should I be confused, because I don't know how I should deal with Aubrey in the future?

Aurora seems to have all the emotions mentioned above, but she doesn't seem to have any.She had no idea how to deal with the sudden truth beyond her imagination.

Thoughts drifted, Aurora suddenly remembered the previous fairy tale murder case. At that time, she still felt that the situation of one of the murderers, Sevel, was similar to hers, but not the same.

Sevel was calculated by his adoptive father Charlie Stanovich, betrayed by his brother Philip Stanovich who had always been absolutely trusted, and tortured by his biological mother Sophia Bloom. He never felt in this so-called family. A little bit of affection.

At that time, Aurora hadn't really forgiven what Aubrey had done many years ago, thinking that she was the same as Sevel, betrayed by her family.Probably the only difference is that Sevel is adopted and she is biological.

Now it seems that she is no different from Sevel, who is also an adopted and unfairly treated child.

Aurora was thinking vaguely, and vaguely heard footsteps gradually approaching in the corridor, stepping on the wooden floor, walking towards this side step by step.

It was Aubrey who came, and there was no doubt that he finally found himself in a place where he shouldn't have been.

Aubrey pushed the door open and shouted loudly, "Lola, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you when you were very young that you can't enter this study?"

Aurora didn't seem to react, her face was full of confusion, she stared blankly at Aubrey who broke in, she blinked a few times from time to time, her eye circles seemed a little red, but there was a helpless smile on her lips .

Seeing his sister's abnormal appearance, Aubrey immediately lowered his voice and said softly, "Lola, are you okay, are you feeling well?"

He originally thought that Aurora's red eye circles were his illusion, but after saying this, Aubrey was able to confirm that she was really about to cry.Combined with the opened scroll in the hidden compartment that was turned out, and the book in Aurora's hand, he already understood what she had discovered.

Aubrey sighed, stretched out his hand, and said, "Stand up first, your injury is just right, don't catch a cold."

Aurora kept blinking, she didn't want to cry at this moment.

Aubrey obviously knew what he had found. He didn't reprimand himself for not coming to the study as he expected. After seeing her sitting on the cold floor, the first thing he said was to ask if she had Uncomfortable, let her stand up quickly so as not to catch a cold.

He knew early on that she was not his biological sister, but he still gave her the ruby ​​necklace, which was a treasure handed down from the Hopps family, just to protect her safety to the greatest extent.In fact, this necklace has indeed fulfilled its mission. If it wasn't for it, Aurora would have died in that pool of blood long ago.

He knew early on that she was not his biological sister, but he still protected her in everything, and refused to let her suffer the slightest grievance.When Xianchen spoke rudely to her, it was the first time that he, who had always been kind to house elves, lost his temper with this creature.

Regardless of his busy work in the Ministry of Magic, he took five days off to take her out to play.In order to ensure her safety, he kept her by his side to take care of her, and he even gave up his position as the director and hoped to take over the post of Minister of Magic in the future.

Also, the moment he faced the Boggart, the black mist in front of him turned into her corpse, which was the thing he was most afraid of seeing.When he really saw the half-dead, bloody and bloody woman in front of him, he was so frightened that he shed tears for the first time, fearing that she would never wake up again.

But now, he asked himself if he was not feeling well, and told her to stand up quickly so as not to catch a cold.

Aurora felt that what she thought just now was really wrong. How could she feel that she was the same as Sevel?Sevel was tortured by her own mother and calculated by her adoptive father and brother, but she was different, at least she still had Aubrey.

Aubrey, who regards her as his own sister, supports her unconditionally no matter what, and regards her safety as more important than himself and the entire Hopes family.

"You finally know." Aubrey pulled Aurora up from the floor, hugged her in his arms, and patted her on the back lightly to show her comfort.

"Hmm." Aurora put her chin on Aubrey's shoulder and said sullenly, "Didn't you tell me not to run around? If I run around, you will I know, but why are you here so late?"

Aubrey thought about all the reactions, but he didn't expect that Aurora would say such a thing, and looked at her side face leaning on his shoulder in a little surprise.

"Why didn't you find out sooner? Then I would never know about these things."

The author has something to say:

Sherlock came out again, I think his last sentence is very flirtatious~~

I went to an Asian food night market in Toronto and ate a lot of Chinese snacks such as Dalian bearded squid and Xinjiang mutton skewers. I was satisfied!