[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Seeing Lestrade's stiff smile, Lance thought about it and decided to give this dedicated sheriff a little face, so he closed the door of his house without hesitation, turned around and put the gun on the dining table, and went back to Turned around and opened the door again.

"Good evening, Sheriff!" Lance grinned and greeted very warmly, pretending to be seeing Lestrade and his aggressive squad for the first time today.

"So the clue that the freak told us is here?!"

Sally sneered behind Lestrade, "I just said that a freak is a freak, the way you treat your friends is really weird!"

Lance welcomed the team of police officers in with a smile on his face. Reid was not very skilled in eating noodles with chopsticks. He was not too surprised when he was prepared, and continued to eat noodles in silence.

"If you have a search warrant, you can look through it at will." Lance let several police officers take care of themselves.

Lestrade coughed dryly and seemed to want to look serious, "Sherlock said that you have important clues here, I hope you can cooperate."

"Towards the afternoon, I received a love letter from a passer-by, and I knew from John that Sherlock had also received one." Lance said while looking at the police officers who were searching carefully, "Sherlock's Has it been sent for inspection, or has something been found?"

"Oh, my God! Love letter!" Anderson couldn't help mocking, "How could that guy receive a love letter!"

"Wait, you mean that Sherlock received a letter from an unknown source in the afternoon, and it has been sent for inspection?" Lestrade looked unbelievable, "Does this mean that he intervened?" A new case?!"

"..." Lance was silent for a while, "Aren't we talking about the same thing?"

Lestrade: "Actually we have been following a case for two weeks. Sherlock gave us your address today and told us there are clues here."

Lance: "..." Can't help but look at the gun on the table.

I really want to pick it up, this is the first time I have the urge to shoot someone other than a psychiatrist.

Psychiatrists, you are finally not alone!

"Then what I have to do now is to continue to eat my dinner, and then you can find the clues you need." Lance came back to his senses and thought for a long time, but he could only come to this conclusion. Also swells.

Lestrade: "..."

So the police were not able to find any clues from Lance. Unlike others, Lestrade seemed to be more interested in Sherlock's recent situation. He carefully asked what kind of case Sherlock was involved in now. .

Lance knew that Sherlock did not call the police, and John didn't seem to think of calling the police for the time being. After all, if Sherlock was present in many cases, the police would have no role other than being a mascot. It is normal to be forgotten.

When he learned that the nature of this case included information such as 'organs', 'delivery', 'show of love', etc., Lestrade's face turned dark, and he started to walk back and forth in the room almost violently.

Rhett had finished eating noodles, and there was a small puddle of soup stains on the table. Lance packed up the tableware and turned into the kitchen, and then took out a piece of cotton cloth to carefully clean up the leftovers on the table.

"I will rest after reading a book later, and I will play games for a while."

Rhett nodded, "Since the police are here, give them that letter."

"Okay." Lance agreed, and said to Lestrade, "The letter is in the cabinet on the left hand side of the police officer, because I learned that Sherlock sniffed the letter after he got it and didn't have any adverse reactions. , so there should be no problem, if the case is filed, it can be regarded as evidence, you can take it away."

"..." A very complicated expression appeared on Lestrade's face.

"So." Sally came over, the sound of her high-heeled shoes stepping on the carpet was almost silent, "Are we being brushed by a monster now? There is no useful information for us here, so I said we can't believe that monster." fetal."

Lance shrugged, "At least you know that there is a new murderer in Scotland Yard now." Or two, "And there is a smart person who has taken this case by himself, you just have to wait for the last murderer Just raise your hands and beg you to handcuff them."

Sally rolled her eyes, held her breath and stopped talking.

Finally Lestrade left with his party and the letter.

Rhett was still sitting in the living room, "Why would Mr. Holmes say that there are some clues here?"

Lance smiled, "According to Sherlock's thinking, many cases are very simple and not worth his shot. He now has new cases that make him novel, and the police have been harassing him with cases that he is not interested in. He said that we probably want the police to ask us for help because we have clues here." He sighed, "But it seems that the police must have misunderstood."

Rhett suddenly realized.

It has been three days since I received the letter, and nothing special has happened in these three days, except that a few books brought back from overseas were wrinkled by sea water, but the waybill said it was to be shipped by air, I don't know why it was soaked by sea water.

John finally ran into the store on the fourth day with a bitter expression on his face. At this time, Rhett was sorting out the messed up books. Even if it was a slightly higher bookshelf, he only needed to put his feet up a little.

John ate a biscuit and watched Rhett silently, looking serious and bitter.

Lance shook his head amusedly, "It's hard for me to ask what happened to you when you look like this."

Reid turned around and took a book and put it on the table, "This is not a book in the store." He said with certainty, "I didn't have this book when I sorted it out yesterday, and it's in the book list in the store." Not this one either."

John sighed.

Lance: "..."

John: "I just went out to buy ingredients for lunch, and when I got home, Sherlock was gone."

Lance: "..."

John: "Mrs. Hudson said he left the house shortly after I left."

Lance: "So you feel like life has deceived you? Maybe Sherlock has deceived you?"

John: "No, I've known what kind of person Sherlock is for so long, I'm just a little frustrated."

Lance smiled, "I probably know what you're frustrated with. Think about another Mr. Holmes and Sergeant Lestrade of Scotland Yard. They definitely spent more time with Sherlock than you. .”

"He's the one who won't stop and wait for someone." John agreed, "Even if I'm depressed about it, I have to say that only Sherlock like this is Sherlock."

"So why don't you find that Sherlock who is waywardly missing and come to me now?"

"Hey, hey~" John twitched the corners of his mouth, and a forced smile appeared, "But I will feel tired after following along, so give me a day without Sherlock."

"I have to say that it is a good means of revenge, provided that if you can continue to sit with me after receiving Sherlock's message, I can invite you to lunch with Spencer. I am going to try some Chinese cuisine today. "

While the two of them were talking, Rhett had already opened the book that did not belong to the store, because all the books borrowed from the store were returned at the counter. It is impossible to return it without being discovered by Lance or Rhett. It is only possible that a customer pulled it down after entering the store.

"There are a lot of people this morning." Reid flipped through the book quickly, "You can watch the surveillance."

"Okay." Lance nodded.

John: "What surveillance cameras are installed in your store?"

"Two days ago." Lance replied quickly, "Although Spencer's memory is comparable to that of a computer, he can't always take into account the situation of each position. He just encountered such a thing a few days ago. There will be mistakes."

John's shoulders slumped. "If Sherlock was as cautious as you are, I wouldn't be worried all the time."

"It's still the same sentence brother, then it's not Sherlock."

John sighed again, and took out the phone from his pocket, "He hasn't even sent me a text message for so long."

"..." It was this person who was talking bluntly.

"Noah." Rhett closed the book, "I feel something is wrong."

"kindness?"

Then Rhett put the book back face up in front of Lance, "This is a book about showing love."

"so?"

"The title page of the book is''

There is also a string of numbers. "

Lance narrowed his eyes. "Any more?"

"No more, but it will take me a while to unlock these things that are similar to special passwords." Reid scratched his hair, took the pen and paper on the table and began to write.

"If Sherlock and I are going through the same thing," Lance thought, "then it's possible that at some point Sherlock should..."

"Damn it!" John cursed under his breath and stood up, "I..." He sat back in a few seconds, "God, this is driving me crazy!"

"If you are really worried, you should contact Sheriff Lestrade first." Lance saw that John was really disturbed, "After all, Lestrade is from McCoff, and if he is notified, it is equivalent to notifying Mcoff. Kauf, Sherlock's safety Mycroft has always been concerned."

Then he saw John's widened eyes, "Lestrade is from Mycroft?!"

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