[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

In the early morning in London, the citizens went out and went to work as usual. The streets were full of people and cars, and it was as peaceful as thousands of days in the past.

However, just like the ocean, the calm of the surface cannot hide the turbulent undercurrents of the bottom.

"Are you still reporting on Sirius Black?"

At this time, Su Fu was standing in Mycroft's office, staring at a document he had seen by chance, and asked a question.

"According to the notice from your government clerk," Mycroft said in a calm tone, "this is a very dangerous murderer who once killed thirteen innocent people."

Su Fu frowned, trying to explain something but in the end he didn't speak, just said: "It's always right to be careful..."

However, no matter how careful you are, you probably won't be able to guard against an excellent Animagus.

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock asked, coming in from the door.

"A little trifle about a wanted criminal..." Mycroft nodded, "How is it?"

"I think it's the same person who breached the bank's security system last time, with the same method--clean and neat, silent and fierce..." Sherlock paused, and said, "You'd better hope that the people under your hands are still alive." Brain, you can patch the loopholes in the firewall in the shortest time, otherwise——you have to go to battle yourself.”

Just two hours ago, McCoff called. The firewall of the government's file storage database was breached. Now the entire information network system is still in a state of paralysis. The worst thing is that a top-secret document was stolen.

Mycroft frowned and said, "That document must be retrieved!"

"Well," Sherlock nodded, "find it."

Mycroft twitched the corners of his lips: "I mean, come and find me."

"The government lost confidential documents, what does it have to do with me?" Sherlock looked back at him with indifferent eyes, "I have already helped you find out where the bank lost 300 million pounds - obviously the group of McDougals were more than just For petty theft, you should check the customs carefully, and the final destination of those smuggled counterfeit and counterfeit coins, which may have an immeasurable impact on your economic order."

"But you haven't found the real whereabouts of the money. Half an hour ago, the military reported that there was only one empty workshop left in the mine on Karlox Mountain, and everyone had already fled."

"Of course, they gave up there at least six days ago," Sherlock said, "They noticed that you were investigating, otherwise Su wouldn't have been ambushed by snipers."

Hearing his name, Su Fu looked up at the two brothers, and then continued to look down at his mobile phone, because she half understood what they were talking about, so it was better not to listen.

"But at least you know who is against you again. McDougal is not even a stumbling block. What you really need to be careful of is H.G."

Mycroft's hand holding the black umbrella suddenly stopped, but he just turned the edge of the umbrella for a while, and said flatly: "There is nothing to be afraid of."

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"Wait, I still haven't understood the whole story of this case..."

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, looked at her with a little distaste, and said, "You obviously participated in the whole process, but you didn't know anything—"

Su Fu said without any shame: "But I didn't know its background from the beginning, such as McDougal, and what you said before—H.G, what?"

At this time, it was about nine o'clock in the morning, and the sunshine on the streets of London was just right, illuminating the two young men who were walking in a hurry and looked slightly tired.

"You can try to reason."

Sherlock said and waved for a taxi, and said to the driver, "65 Four Maple Street."

Su Fu got into the car silently, tapped his temples, and was finally willing to use his brain.

At the earliest time—that is, the day the bank was stolen, there were overwhelming reports in the news media, and at that time, she and Isabella joked about it in the cake shop, and then went back in the afternoon, and saw Sherlock Investigating Mycroft.

The car drove across the street quickly, and half an hour later they returned to Sifengshu Street. Without thinking, Su Fu took out the key and opened the door of his own house, and then pushed Sherlock inside.

"Let's have a meal first—no, it's not that you didn't agree to your Brother Cha's case—what else is there in Bicester besides Louis' invitation? Or, going to Bicester is actually just passing by, your real destination Hebein from the beginning?"

"Of course..." Sherlock sat on the sofa, picked up the book she had put on the armrest and turned a few pages, and said, "If you just blame a silly girl, wouldn't it be too boring?"

Su Fu raised her eyebrows and walked into the kitchen: "So the Adele case, actually——wait a minute, why did Charles Cliff kill Kara Iris?"

"Charles Cliff's house in Bicester is rented, and he has no relatives there-supposed to have emigrated there later?"

Sherlock turned his neck and said: "He moved to Bicester three months ago. Before that, no one knew his background. I was fired because of too much, and I have been idle at home, often going to bars and karaoke clubs, but never lacking money."

Su Fu stared: "When did you investigate this?"

Sherlock turned a page of the book without raising his head and said, "While you are watching Adele dancing."

Su Fu: "..."

She opened the refrigerator, thinking about Sherlock's previous words, and said: "Since he doesn't work, but is not short of money, then there are only two possibilities, either he is a rich boy, or - he is secretly engaged in some kind of profitable occupation , or he's carrying enough money . . . sounds like a fugitive? Something to do with the bank case—"

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly interrupted by a loud noise like the roar of a dragon. The voice seemed to come from the primordial chaos. To swallow the light of the world in one gulp - if it hadn't been mixed with Sherlock's cursing, it might have sounded like that.

"What is this!" He asked through gritted teeth, and immediately pushed out the heavy book in his hand.

Su Fu slapped the book shut with a slap—there was a heavy muffled sound, and the dragon's roar stopped abruptly. She rubbed her ears that were almost deaf from the roar, and pressed the other hand on the thumping book. , raised his head and said: "Page 630, make sure you don't get involved, it tells how to peel off a complete dragon skin..."

Sherlock: "..."

He took a deep breath, pointed at the still struggling book and asked, "What the hell is it?"

Su Fu took the book and slammed it on the window sill twice, and it finally calmed down. She opened the title page, pointed to the sharp Gothic font on the yellowed parchment that seemed to be stained with blood, and said: "" Thirteenth Century Dark Arts Revealed, probably the only one in the UK."

Sherlock: "..."

She closed the book and stuffed it into the cabinet, closed the cabinet door with a "snap", turned her head and smiled, and said bewitchingly: "Isn't this what you have always wanted to understand?"

Before Sherlock could answer, she continued, "Charles Cliff is related to the bank theft?"

After about half a minute, Sherlock's voice came from behind her: "Three months ago, the bank was stolen once."

Su Fu paused holding a pot of potatoes: "So... Cliff escaped to Bicester three months ago?"

She put down the potato pot, and suddenly said: "No wonder McCoff said at the time that you would definitely investigate this case, so he knew from the beginning!"

Sherlock showed a look of disgust: "It took his men three months to barely determine the direction of a person's escape, and they didn't even have a specific location. I really don't know how this government works."

Su Fu thought about it, and felt that the last sentence could also be sent to the Minister of Magic.

"So you went to Bicester - Kent to be precise, just to find Cliff? It should be a fake name, but such a coincidence? Louis asked you to help in Bicester, and Cliff happened to be in Bicester ?”

Sherlock shook his head thoughtfully: "There must be other reasons for him to go to Bicester, but we don't know now..."

"Oh," Su Fu picked up her pot again and put it on the chopping board, "Did the same group commit the two bank thefts?"

"Obviously—"

"McDoug?" Su Fu picked up his words, raised his head and asked, "So is Cliff?"

Sherlock came over and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, and whispered: "Yes——his friends once saw the McDougal logo on his arm, and according to them, he almost every few days Going to Hebein once."

"That's why you diverted from Bicester to Hebein," Su Fu pondered, "and there happened to be a mine incident—wait a minute, McDougal's sign?"

She frowned, took out her mobile phone and pressed it for a while, then raised her head suddenly: "I just said where I saw this 'M', in the report of the bank theft, and—"

She tried hard to think back, and finally said: "——on your arm!"

Sherlock curled his lips: "It's not easy for you to remember."

"I have a bad memory, so there's nothing I can do about it," Su Fu said with a smile, "Your method is good. If you draw McDougal's logo on your arm to catch others, it's fine."

She said that she put the basin under the faucet to catch the water and was about to wash the potatoes. She stretched her hands into the water, and suddenly turned her head to look at Sherlock, and then drew out her wand.