[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Of course, it was not easy to get a taxi in the middle of the night. The two walked to Erwin's house in Lambry Gardens, which was not very far from Baker Street. They walked very quickly, and they walked there in more than half an hour.

There was no one in the community at more than three o'clock in the middle of the night, the neon lights and street lights were burning silently, and the branches and leaves of the sidewalk trees were whirling and rustling, suppressing the footsteps of the two night walkers, but it was even more quiet.

"Sue, do you have any means of keeping you safe in your right pocket? Like a gun—you often put your hand in this pocket."

Su Fu thought to himself that the magic wand can indeed guarantee my safety, and of course it can also guarantee your safety. If I wasn't a wizard, I would dare to follow you out in the middle of the night?Don't you see that since you lived in London, the crime rate in this place has skyrocketed. No two brushes dare to follow the wave of Sherlock Holmes, isn't it a bit naive.

The wand hidden in the coat is still easy to find sometimes, so she simply cast a traceless stretching spell on her pocket, and put a lot of messy things in it.

She calmly took out a fruit knife from her pocket, waved it twice, and said, "Do you think this thing works?"

Sherlock choked, and finally said, "In my opinion - useless."

Su Fu put the fruit knife back: "Actually, I think so too, but nothing is better than something, at least it can comfort me."

While talking, they had already climbed over the protective fence, and easily escaped the monitoring to building F, which was the building where the Erwin family lived.

"You can't open the window this time, on the ninth floor."

Shrugging, Sherlock took out a key and opened the unit door directly: "Why do you have to open the window if you have the key?"

Su Fu: "... Inspector Lestrade may be angry."

"Whether he's angry or not."

He stepped into the elevator with long legs and pressed the ninth floor.

ninth floor.

Because this was once the scene of the murder case, the cordoned-off zone was not completely cleared. Sherlock stepped over the barrier and opened the door of No. 906 silently.

"We should really come here during the daytime," Su Fu said in a low voice, "We can't turn on the lights, so we can't find it."

Sherlock turned on the flashlight on his cell phone, and the white light shone on his face like a layer of paint, leaving only his pale face and dark green eyes in the darkness, like a ghost, he said, The row of big white teeth is particularly obvious: "Mrs. Erwin doesn't know that there is something hidden in her cosmetics, so according to the habits of ordinary ladies, the cosmetics are either on the dressing table or in the bag—"

As he spoke, he shone the light of the flashlight on the door of the bedroom. Su Fu walked in and recognized that this bedroom was the one where Mrs. Erwin was murdered. The corner where the thin red-haired woman was lying was Su Fu. Flick where you are standing at the moment.

Sherlock went straight to the dressing table, the flashlight flicked past like a veil, and they quickly found what they were looking for.

Because there are not many bottles and jars on the dressing table, and there is only one Guerlain brand, which is a small box of foundation.

Sherlock put the phone on the table, picked up the box of foundation and opened it. There are two layers inside. On the cover is a small mirror. In the middle is the few foundations used, and the bottom layer is a powder puff.

He flicked the cover, and then peeled off the small mirror. In the interlayer in the middle, there was indeed a piece of folded paper inlaid.

Picking up the paper, he took a look at it, and Su Fu said: "Let's go first, go back and take a look."

Sherlock folded the paper again, put it in his pocket, and went downstairs with Su Fu.

However, when the elevator went down to the fourth floor, the lights suddenly went out, and the elevator got stuck in the air with a "boom" sound, and there was no response for a long time.

"Damn it, the elevator is broken at this time, right?"

Sherlock covered her mouth and dragged her to a corner. The next moment the elevator door opened, Su Fu didn't even see what was going on, Sherlock had already punched her out, and there was a lot of noise and chaos Then Su Fu found out that she was being held hostage.

Mad is retarded.

Said herself.

She may be the first dark wizard to be held hostage by Muggles so easily.

At this moment, Su Fu felt that he might be a fake wizard.

The thick arm of the man behind her was around her neck, and in the other hand was probably a sharp weapon like a dagger. Sen Leng's tip was not light or heavy on her chin, judging by the strength, Definitely an old hand.

The lights in the elevator were turned on again, Sherlock and the people who were fighting just now had already stopped, each occupying one side, all looked vigilant and apprehensive,

The other party was a tall and stocky black man with a flat nose and wide lips. He was holding an iron rod in his hand, while Sherlock was unarmed. More than 1.7 meters five, and the degree of burly will certainly not be lower than that of the black man.

"Hand over the things!" The black man waved the iron rod and ordered viciously, "Or kill that woman!"

Su Fu weighed the possibility of overthrowing the two men without Sherlock noticing that he had used magic - it was a negative number.

So it might be necessary to give Sherlock an Oblivion Charm.

Oh... didn't want to hurt his brain at all.

"I don't have the thing you're looking for—"

"Really," the black man smiled viciously, revealing a row of crooked, smoked yellow teeth, "then what are you doing here in the middle of the night? I've been with you all day, and you're investigating this case , you are obviously in the same group as the British police!"

His accent was a bit strange, Su Fu couldn't recognize it, but it seemed to be American.

"I suspect that thing is hidden here, but it's not there," Sherlock said helplessly, "We searched that room last time, but nothing was found. This time too, I thought there would be clues..."

"Don't quibble!" The black man shouted.

"Sherlock Holmes," the person holding Su Fu suddenly said, his voice was very low, reminiscent of a humming machine, "I know you, your intelligence, your extraordinary ability—don't hide anything, Otherwise, my knife will pass through your girlfriend's throat."

"Well, no matter how you praise me," Sherlock curled his lips, "I really don't know what you are looking for, I can solve the case, yes, but I am not omnipotent..."

The corners of Su Fu's eyes twitched, Sherlock probably only said such modest words when he was lying...

"If you don't believe me, you can come and search—" He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, the black man looked up and down vigilantly, the man holding Su Fu seemed to raise his chin, the black man clamped the iron bar Under the armpit, went forward to search Sherlock's body.

After a few minutes.

The black man shook his head, and said behind Su Fu, "No."

"Search again, be more careful!"

The black man nodded and stepped forward again, and as soon as his hand touched Sherlock's suit pocket, Sherlock suddenly folded his wrist, turned it over, and turned it upside down—there was a crisp "click", and the black man let out a cry of pain.

Sherlock put his knees on his lower abdomen, and subconsciously bent over due to the force. At the same time, Sherlock elbowed his vest hard, and the black man was instantly knocked down to the ground——

But in the next second, he quickly stood up again, and wrestled with Sherlock, and the battle was very fierce.

Su Fu, who was being held hostage, felt the dagger under her chin tend to fall, and immediately raised her hand to grab the blade of the dagger. Regardless of the pain, she suddenly reversed, and her blood and the light-colored arc of the spell fell on the ground together. On that person, she tripped him away, picked up the fruit knife in her pocket, and slammed it on his forehead with the handle.

Of course, the last slap was just to deceive people, and it was magic that really worked to make that person loosen herself, but she couldn't use too powerful magic, and she couldn't draw a wand either. Subtract some, so the effect of magic is just to make him no longer coerce himself.

Only then did she see clearly that the man holding her was a bearded man with sharp brown eyes like an eagle. He rubbed his forehead that hurt from being hit by a fruit knife just now, and suddenly rushed towards Su Fu. He tried to hide, but found that he just feigned a shot, turned around and ran towards the stairs deep in the corridor.

The black man on the ground also broke free from Sherlock, got up staggeringly, and ran to the stairs.

"Chase—" Su Fu shouted.

"No need at all," Sherlock patted the dust on his clothes, "—your hands?"

"Is there really no need to chase? This is very likely to be the murderer..." Su Fu lowered her head and found two long bloody gashs on her right hand heart. fine--"

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap it up, and said, "Just go back and wrap it up again."

Sherlock stared at the blood seeping from the white handkerchief, his eyes were stern and his expression was unpredictable.

Su Fu raised his head if he felt something, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sherlock said casually: "You have good skills."

Su Fu raised his eyebrows, and said calmly, "It's okay."

The elevator stopped, and they could only go down the stairs.

The two people just now have disappeared, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor flicker on and off, because there is often no one moving around, the air is dry, stagnant, and dusty.

"Those two people just now—"

"murderer."

Su Fu stopped in his tracks: "Then why didn't you chase?"

"Can you catch up?" Sherlock waved at her to signal her to hurry up, "And I know where they are, so I can just tell Scotland Yard to arrest them directly."

"what?"

"East of the lower reaches of the Thames, the Midland Bridge was built in the [-]th century. They have been hiding in the bridge hole under that bridge for a few days."

Su Fu hurriedly called Inspector Lestrade—although it is very unethical to disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night, the matter is important after all. She described the appearance and appearance of the two murderers in detail. Trade hung up the phone, and Su Fu raised his eyebrows: "Is he addicted to hanging up on my phone?"

Sherlock put the phone back noncommittally and continued downstairs.

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