[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

In the simple and clean ward, there were five people, two lying down with only their faces exposed, and three standing looking at the person who was telling the story with pity.

John suddenly became irritable while talking, "Who knows! Sherlock and I squatted all night and didn't see anyone coming. They haven't found it yet, and they are waiting for Sherlock and me to run back and wait for them!"

"It seems that no one in the team can feel the guidance of the sapphire." Lance sighed, and asked again, "How did Sherlock know?"

Sherlock let out a long sigh, "Isn't that obvious?"

Alright, Lance turned his gaze back to John, "What happened next?"

"Later we were caught." John also sighed, "Sherlock and I were too conspicuous, and were discovered by the group of people who couldn't find the exact location at the time. Sherlock and I pretended to be caught."

"...I probably understand the story that happened on your side, that is, you and Sherlock were captured, and then killed all directions, found the sapphire hidden in the cough cough, and the car overturned while running, Mycroft I brought your family back." Lance rubbed his chin, feeling that there was nothing wrong with his summary, "What about the gang? They were involved with Mr. Gray at the time, and they were killed by blunt objects in the alley We estimate that there are already a group of four to five people, and only one was arrested not long ago and has been extradited, is it the rest of the group?"

Lestrade was familiar with this part, so he couldn't help explaining, "Indeed, but the people at that time were just left behind as bait to slow down our investigation speed, and we have already searched the whole city for other people. , and there is no trace, those stray animals that were poisoned and tortured did not appear in such a dense manner after that person was caught, it should be that there is such a habit in their team."

"So the different methods are that one person abuses, and the other has other ideas?" Lance widened his eyes, "I have learned a lot, and there are two people who have signs of serial murderers in this organization at the same time. It’s really talented.”

John was not unhappy when he was robbed of his job, "Sherlock didn't explain so much to me, what happened to the jewelry store in front?"

"You can probably guess it." Lance clapped his hands. "The little doctor and I went to the scene with the sheriff. The jewelry store was robbed twice. The first time Mr. Gray's attitude was not very good. Compared with I wanted to ask the police to find the missing property, and I was more focused on the police closing the case quickly. The second time I was much more anxious, and even asked someone to come to my door to talk to me alone."

John let out a wow.

"Based on the current situation, the original sapphire should want Mr. Gray to go abroad through normal channels, and then they can get the sapphire and the treasure behind it safely and unobtrusively, but because Mr. Somewhere knew the origin of this gemstone and false legends, so they wanted a share. But, no matter how big-hearted those people are, they would not let the real sapphire stay in Gray’s hands for a second. It should be a fake, at least not the sapphire that can guide the treasure." Lance narrowed his eyes, "It's so strange."

"What's so strange." Sherlock finally began to speak in human terms. He rolled his eyes unwillingly and moved his mouth quickly, "It's a huge treasure. If one more person divides it, one will lose one point, let alone the organization. Most of the organization's words should be used for the whole body, and a small part will be distributed as a bonus to the people below. Although they are all from mixed R countries, there are not many good people who can join this kind of international organization. Someone discovered jewelry It’s normal for the shop owner to find him for anomalies and cooperate.”

"However, after the incident is revealed, what they have to bear is the revenge from the organization. It is a joke to make them loyal to anyone, and the interests are absolute."

Lestrade believes that Sherlock will definitely be able to see some of the small things involved, so there is no need to go into detail. Lance thinks that everyone should not mention too many clues. It is not that the microscope does not need to be so detailed, Rhett already has a general context in his mind, and he is more interested in studying Hannibal's life than these.

Only John, who started to tell the story, is still a little foggy, but as long as he thinks about it carefully, there are not many problems.

"So the person who was arrested, why?"

Lance laughed dryly, "If he hadn't come out to feed the cat in the middle of the night, you probably would have met him in the desert."

Sherlock's condition was not serious, and he took off the gauze and went back more than a week after John.

Mycroft is worthy of the name of Sherlock's devil brother, and told Sherlock that if he ran around without his legs this time, he would send a picture of him being mummified to his parents far away.

Would Sherlock be threatened by such a thing?

Yes, he will, he doesn't want to hear the nagging from his elderly mother, and he only needs to put his hands on his lips and shout, "shut up" when dealing with other people.

And if the other party is his mother, all he can do is to listen silently or look around like a three-year-old boy with ADHD to divert each other's attention, otherwise he can only hear the suppressed crying from his mother .

Very fake, but he was very scared.

At this moment, John, who has recovered as before, has fulfilled the responsibility of a cohabitant and assistant, not only trying to read messages to Sherlock, but also trying to help Sherlock send messages.

"I don't know what he keeps his two long claws for." The ex-military doctor's complaints became more and more sharp. He served black tea to Lance and Reid, who rarely came to visit, and then saw the claws on their fingers. A knowing smile on the same ring.

"Humph" Sherlock was dissatisfied.

Everyone present is used to Sherlock's emphasis, and they also know that this person has such a personality. This behavior probably means that they are not pleasing to the eye.

Lance couldn't help but rubbed his hands, it was very indecent, "John, you have a lot of comments on your blog, I think you are going to be popular."

John smiled shyly, "Actually, Sherlock should be angry. After all, he is the one who uses his brains to solve the case. I just sorted out our experiences."

Lance glanced at Sherlock, who still had a plaster cast on his leg, and then at the crutch beside his sofa, "Why don't you lie down in the room? If you have to come out, if you are bored, you can ask Mycroft to You can build a miniature laboratory on the bed, and you can sit on the bed to do experiments and continue to study soot."

One of Sherlock's eyes widened slightly, looking sideways at Lance.

It's quite interesting.

"Then a few big men in suits stood in front of Sherlock's bed, watching him analyze the soot." John complained.

Rhett couldn't help laughing out loud, and was also stared at by Sherlock's magical expression.

Then Sherlock's expression suddenly relaxed, and his expression became intriguing. His eyes swiveled between Lance and Rhett, and he saw cold sweat breaking out from Lance's back.

"Are you ready?" The words were addressed to Lance.

For a moment Lance wasn't sure what Sherlock was talking about.

But losing is not losing, so Lance put away the redundant expression on his face, and showed a reserved smile, "Okay."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and then talked back to John, "Fatty people can't enter this room!"

John sneered, "I don't know who pulled you back when you were about to jump out of the window yesterday."

Obviously, it wasn't a kind-hearted military doctor who did it. Last time, the kind-hearted military doctor directly hugged the person's leg and gave him an upside-down golden hook.

When several people said this, the topic went back to the sapphire given by the queen.

Rhett saw that several people were chatting all over the world, and he couldn't get in the conversation, so he simply took Hannibal's information and read it. At this time, he even put a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Lance hadn't seen this look for a long time, and he didn't know where he got it from.

"So what did you do with that gemstone?" Lance was curious, "If it was a gift from your queen, it wouldn't be easy to sell it."

John said that it was not him who gave the gift, but Sherlock.

Sherlock thought for a while, "I gave it to Fatty as a Halloween present."

This time is still several months away from Halloween, but it is indeed a good place. I believe that it can be properly handled by McCoff's means.

The bored Sherlock set his sights on Rhett. He is very eager for the case now, and there seems to be one in front of him, and he doesn't want to miss it.

"Whose profile is it?" He said affirmatively in a questioning tone.

Rhett raised his head and glanced at Sherlock through the thin lenses, "It's a suspect's information, he has been captured, I'm just studying his psychological condition."

"Interesting." Although he said it was interesting, Sherlock was very satisfied with his analysis techniques, but the corners of his eyes and brows showed that he wanted to see it.

Lance smiled and stretched out his hand to help Rhett close the file, and then handed it to Sherlock very smoothly, "It's confidential, if it gets out, I'll knock on your door and sing to you in the middle of the night."

Sherlock was not slow to read the information. After reading the information, he rolled his eyes, handed the information to John, and dissed by the way, "It seems that goldfish have no borders."

The crime that may be full of loopholes in the eyes of Sherlock looks very appalling to John. His hands are trembling, not because of fear but because of anger. Innocent people are treated like this, and the doctor with a sense of justice cannot accept it.

Looking at the trembling posture, Lance couldn't help but add again, "You can't write it on the blog, if you write it, I will be killed."

John let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his eyebrows to express his understanding, and then handed the information back to Rhett.

"I'm going to expose Moriarty to the world."

Reid looked blankly at his hand that was not holding the information firmly, and then continued to look up blankly at Sherlock who didn't know what was going crazy.

I feel like I'm hallucinating.

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