[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"Yes." Morgan stretched out a hand and nodded to the alley on his left, "This kind of place is not very hidden."

Lance looked in the direction Morgan was pointing at. It was still daytime, so he could still clearly see a large garbage collection box with a dirty surface at the end of the alley.

Immediately thinking that the four known victims were all thrown into the trash bin after being killed, Lance understood, "The garbage here is cleaned up in a timely manner. If our unknown suspect wants to return, he should Choose a more secluded place."

"It may also be that he regrets, confesses, and wants people to see them as soon as possible."

Lance frowned, "I still don't agree with this tendency, no matter how much I repent, now we have four victims, and he hasn't stopped."

"You're right." Morgan moved his neck, "so we're going to catch him and stop his behavior."

While talking, Lance's phone vibrated.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at the calling number before connecting, "Detective?"

"Another corpse was found. You can go and have a look at the scene. I'll send you a text message for the address." Lestrade on the phone was a little weak. "If there is still no result before tonight, I will go to Sherlock."

Lance expressed his understanding. Just after hanging up, the inspector had already sent a text message.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, and the chocolate-colored teenager was as handsome as ever with the look.

Lance quickly explained, and then said, "Nording Street, it's just two blocks from here, we can get there soon."

Morgan turned around and was about to turn back. After walking two steps, he didn't hear Lance's footsteps following him. Looking back, he saw that the man who had lived in England for several months had already opened the back door of the taxi with one hand, and half of his body was leaning out. go in.

Morgan bet that if he didn't look back, the man would wait until he got into the car to find out he was gone, and let the taxi chase him.

Sure enough, Lance sat on the front of the taxi and waved at him through the window as if he had realized it.

The taxi driver was a middle-aged man wearing a hat, and he kept a snuff bottle with him. When driving, he reached out to take it out of his arms to take a breath, and then let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"So." It was the first voice after a long silence, from the driver, "You guys are visiting London?"

"Do you have a place to recommend?" Lance answered.

"London these days? Actually, some bad things have happened in the place you are going to. It should be full of jingcha now. You should be careful when you come from other places." The driver's tone was casual.

"Something bad?" Morgan repeated.

The driver suddenly laughed, "Country A." Then he added, "We have contacted a lot of people, so we are naturally well informed."