[Comprehensive British and American] The bear child of the detective's family

Sherlock felt bad when he saw Lestrade's picture at Tomlinson's place, and no one would pay attention to another person casually, especially one who had already been determined to be the murderer.

He quickly flipped through the photos, many of them were secretly taken, and the most important thing was that there was a number on the back of Lestrade's photo, seventeen.

Seventeen, this number Sherlock remembers very clearly, the doll bride who died wearing a wedding dress is this number, seventeen, the No.17 doll of the murderer, and also the last dancer.

Without thinking about it, he called Harry, first to inform the little Lestrade about this matter, and then to make countermeasures together. It was Lestrade.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Harry sent him a message, and Lestrade's phone could not be reached.

Sherlock frowned. The murderer gave Lestrade a total of thirteen bouquets of roses, red roses. According to the murderer's idea, he would definitely strike at No.17 bouquet of roses. What made him strike ahead of schedule...

Wait, Sherlock yanked the drawer open. He lay down and saw a tiny surveillance camera in the corner. He stretched out his hand and pulled the camera out.

He was discovered, and this kind of camera can be monitored with a mobile phone, so Tomlinson knew that he came to this office and discovered his secret, so he started ahead of time.

"damn it!"

It was he who didn't consider pushing Lestrade into danger. If he could disregard everyone's life and death, but he cared about Lestrade. After all, that person was a good person.

When Harry heard that Lestrade was in danger, he immediately dialed a number. He was indeed connected, but he only said hello and was hung up.

Lestrade sat down to order food, and he rejected Adrian Tomlinson's pursuit straight to the point, on the grounds that he really couldn't be hard on men, and he was a straight man.

Although what he said was very rude, it also directly expressed Lestrade's thoughts.

Tomlinson showed a sad expression, he smiled and said: "Then can you finish this meal with me?"

Lestrade had no reason to refuse, he nodded and said it was just a meal.

Who knows that Tomlinson actually didn't have any kind intentions. The two enjoyed the food and Tomlinson asked whether they could be friends if they couldn't be lovers.

Lestrade agreed without thinking too much. Although Tomlinson sometimes gave him a weird feeling, he didn't really refuse people.

After eating for a while, Lestrade's cell phone rang, and he made an apologetic gesture. The caller was his little angel Harry.

"Hello..."

At this time, the waiter who came to deliver the drinks didn't know that he was tripped by something magical, and fell to the ground all at once. Lestrade's cell phone was "accidentally killed" so coincidentally. He blinked and saw that it had automatically Turn off the mobile phone, and then look at the waiter who just got up and sighed with fear, hoping that Harry didn't have anything serious to look for him. He still can afford the price, so let's just count it as bad luck today.

"You are a good fellow, Lestrade."

Tomlinson praised Lestrade, and Lestrade, who had lost his mobile phone, smiled and said, "I received too many good card cards, and he didn't do it on purpose."

Good person card, whether it is people from Scotland Yard or Sherlock Holmes like to call him a good person, and even some people who have met a few times like to call him this way. Counting Lestrade's good person card can probably be pushed into mountains up.

"To you, Inspector."

Lestrade had always been concerned about the phone call, and he was too embarrassed to borrow the man's cell phone, so he planned to end the lunch early. Tomlinson thoughtfully speeded up the meal, but the development of the matter was that they were preparing When they left, they said goodbye in front of Lestrade's car, and when Lestrade finally breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a pain in his neck.

He looked at the man in front of him in surprise, and covered his neck where a needle had been pricked.

Intravenous injection of drugs that can make people unconscious, he fell into Tomlinson's arms and lost the ability to resist. Tomlinson said how did you drink it, while pushing Lestrade into the car, far The agents who monitored and protected Lestrade from a distance felt that something was wrong, but when they were about to step forward, they saw Tomlinson sitting in the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator and disappeared.

Things were very wrong, the agents sent by Mycroft quickly tracked down the car, and at the same time they talked with their superior, Anthea. They had been scolded for not noticing the suspicious vehicle last time, and this time Lestrade had been robbed in front of them, and they would definitely be killed by Mycroft Holmes.

"What did you say?!"

An Xiya, who was sitting at the desk leisurely sorting out the files, stood up, and repeated the current situation over there.

"You said Inspector Lestrade was... kidnapped? Do you know who the prisoner is?"

"Tomlinson, Adrian Tomlinson."

Anthea pursed her lips tightly, she was thinking about the danger of telling Mycroft, although her Boss did not say that she had any special feelings for Lestrade, but she was sure that Lestrade must be A special existence, her Boss will probably...

Anthea told them to hurry up and catch up with the vehicle that kidnapped Lestrade. She would immediately report the incident to McCoff. If this incident was kept secret, she would bear more of McCoff's anger.

Dessert time for McCoff is his happiest time except tea time. As a man with sweet teeth, he said that sweets should not be discarded.

He tilted his head when he saw Anthea coming in and said, "What's the matter, dear."

It was rare for Mycroft to call Anthea so close. Anthea squeezed her fingers, and it seemed that her boss was in a good mood, but the better he was, the more terrifying it would be when he got angry.

"BossC team has news... Inspector Lestrade has been...kidnapped."

After Anthea finished speaking, she stood there obediently. It only took five seconds for her to watch Mycroft's expression change from surprise to anger and then to calmness, but it was enough to see that Lestrade was in his heart. The location is gone, who is Mycroft Iceman Holmes rarely cares about anything.

"A bunch of waste, people have already checked it out?"

"Yes, that Mr. Tomlinson."

Mycroft pursed his lips. It seems that this Mr. Tomlinson is really tricky. He had suspected Tomlinson's purpose of approaching Lestrade before, but now it seems that no matter what his purpose is, his dear Inspector Mr. is in danger.

"Report to Scotland Yard and tell those idiots that if they don't come back, they don't have to come back."

"Yes."

After Anthea left, Mycroft called his little brother Sherlock. He thought that Sherlock must know more about Tomlinson.

"Hello, my brother."

"I have something to say, just tell me."

Mycroft thought that Sherlock knew something, "Greg had an accident, and that Mr. Tomlinson took him away."

"What?! Are you spying on the inspector?!"

He was also helpless about his little brother's ability to not find the key point, he slapped the table and said to Sherlock: "Sherlock, where is your key point!"

"OKay, you give me the directions of Tomlinson and the Inspector, and I believe you have already called the police. By the way, you can add that this Mr. Tomlinson is the murderer of the case that Lestrade is investigating."

Sherlock was rushing home now, and everything needed a long-term plan. They needed to know why they chose the imperfect-looking Lestrade, and where Tomlinson kept his dolls.

The wound on Hannibal's hand had already been bandaged by Harry, and Lestrade and the others were all sitting in the living room, everyone's faces were grim, just now Sherlock had a second call, and Mycroft told The news that their Dad was kidnapped, and the kidnapper was Tomlinson.

Hannibal clenched his hands tightly. Pain was nothing to him. He could probably understand why Tomlinson chose Lestrade. The murderer had a special feeling. After his emotions fermented, he He focused on Lestrade, who was widely reported and wanted to be caught. In addition, Lestrade had a special attraction, so he became Tomlinson's target.

It was he who intensified Tomlinson's emotions, and he made it up to think that the man just wanted to get close to Lestrade, but who knew that he really had this intention.

"What should we do now?"

Harry broke the silence. They couldn't sit still.

"We're going to find out where Tomlinson is, and then..."

Hannibal didn't finish his sentence. He didn't have any strong moral values. He was able to stay in this house and not take the line. His own violence was due to Lestrade's influence, but now he was kidnapped, and the bondage Hannibal's rope broke, and he was once again the Ripper that everyone talked about, saying that no one could hurt his family.

"So what can you do?"

The crowd confronted each other, and now there is no clue and they can't find the mysterious place where the doll is hidden.

"I have/I have."

Sherlock and Hannibal who rushed home at the fastest speed said at the same time.

Since there is a way, they still have time, he said, "Action!"

He needs Harold's help, a complete map of the outskirts of London, and all completed and unfinished buildings.He had already obtained an approximate driving route of Tomlinson from McCaw, and he needed to find out where Tomlinson was staying based on the clues he knew. There must be something he had overlooked.

Over there Hannibal re-logged into the site, and he left a new message for Tomlinson.

Perfect dancer, this is a challenge, I am looking forward to the completion of your final work, but before that, how about revealing your secret place to us without revealing it? —Will Graham Fifteen minutes later there was a message over there.

I will finish my world work in two days, and my work will be announced to the public at that time. ——Dancer Collector 15 minutes, then he must have returned to his residence, so that he can draw a rough location.

I doubt you've actually caught the Inspector of Scotland Yard, it's just a day-to-day photo after all. ——Will Graham Hannibal changed the method. If he can't determine his location through his complete works, then use the aggressive method to determine Lestrade's safety and at the same time according to the few pictures in the photo. There are clues to determine the location.

Two minutes later, Tomlinson posted a picture on his po. Lestrade was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed. Behind him was a white wall, which seemed to be simply decorated.

The location must be a villa in the suburbs of London, where it has been simply renovated.

Sherlock has already drawn several routes on the map of London, and every place is very likely. From the route map McCaw gave him just now, it can be seen that Tomlinson is leading his agents around, and finally put them get rid of.

Although Sherlock wanted to scold those idiots, what he needed now was to determine the final place. No one knew whether Lestrade would be hurt when they hesitated.

"Find out the places that can be reached within half an hour, provided that you go around in circles, and the location is a villa or a villa area that has not undergone extensive renovation, and few people live nearby."

Hannibal told Sherlock what he knew, so they eliminated several options.

"There must be something forgotten."

Sherlock pressed his temple. There must be a place where Tomlinson is located among so many places, but the incomplete location must be something he left behind.

Tomlinson's office is clean and tidy, pass.

Things are neatly arranged, pass.

The distance is the same... Sherlock moved his finger on the map, and according to the visual inspection, there is only one location with the same distance between the three crime locations, and one is in a community on the outskirts of London. In line with Hannibal's saying that few people live, it also agrees with time in the supremacy of time.

"Got you--"

A hole left by perfectionists who are too perfect.