[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

It was a young girl who called the police, a die-hard Sherlock fan, one of the members of the fan meeting organized by Anderson.Her boyfriend rented a warehouse on the outskirts of the city as his base after graduating from university, where he made art creations. He was a very talented young man, but he was too focused on his own spiritual world, always forgetting that he still had Normal physiological needs, so the girl always brings him food and takes away his dirty clothes when she is free.

But this time she didn't work as a babysitter. Her boyfriend's work was valued by an art gallery. Not only did the work go in, but he also signed a contract with that gallery.This was a great encouragement to this young man who has always been supported by his girlfriend and family, so he excitedly proposed an invitation on his own site, and the family went to celebrate with him lively.

It was precisely because the party was with the family that the party did not last until late at night. After a big meal, except for the girl who planned to stay with her boyfriend, everyone else planned to drive home.The location of this warehouse is not easy to find, otherwise it would not have been rented by young people who had just left school because of the low price, which led to the twists and turns. In the evening, it is not easy for people who rarely come here to go out.

But this is only on the premise that no one leads the way.

Anyway, the young couple sent their family to the side of the road and were about to wave goodbye when they heard the oldest grandmother seem startled, "What happened there?"

Not far away, thick smoke was emitted from the top of a warehouse, and the warm but daunting red light inside could be seen from the small windows.The sound of the door being pushed open was particularly noticeable in the quiet night, but no one cared about it, because the people rushing out attracted more attention.

"Oh my God, call the police!" The girl was the first to react, "I remember that there are water guns for car washing outside the warehouse, let's help!"

No one objected, though after they ran quickly they found that the people inside were not well dressed.

The girl was so frightened by a group of cloaked men that she almost thought she had broken into a Death Eater gathering.Immediately afterwards, a man who rushed out accidentally bumped into her, and not only helped her but also said Sorry, and the girl regained her spirits immediately.

Those charming pupils, those special cheekbones, the extraordinary length of the face, and that unique timbre that makes one's legs go limp, all reveal a fact——

She had a close contact with her idol just now, the idol helped her, and the idol talked to her~

Then the girl remembered the identity of the idol, and looked at the group of cloaked men with even more vigilance. For a person as noble as the idol, those who oppose him must be bad guys!Especially when she saw several cloaked men chasing after the idol, the girl not only called the fire alarm, but also sent a message to her boss, Scotland Yard medical examiner Anderson who often had opportunities to get along with the idol.

Well, there are too many villains at the scene, so it's fine to call the fire department, but she doesn't have the guts to report it directly.

Anderson was on duty, and when he saw the new information while sleepy, he immediately perked up.As the days of Sherlock's disappearance grew worse, so did his worries, and now that he had the news, he trotted all the way to Lestrade's office.

"I have news from Sherlock!" He slapped his phone directly on Lestrade's desk.

It was a pity that Lestrade was taking a nap at that time because he was exhausted from working overtime for days, and his posture was strange. He was leaning on the back of the chair with his arms folded, and a coat was covered in front of him. His straight legs did not follow the laws of the human body obediently. Instead, it was placed on the table. Lestrade was sleeping soundly, but when Anderson called him, he subconsciously wanted to stand up.It's a pity that he forgot where he put his legs before going to bed. If his chair wasn't stable enough, he might just roll over and go to the hospital for a long vacation.

After some tossing, Lestrade looked at Anderson angrily, "Where is Sherlock?"

"Someone saw him." Anderson didn't know what happened, but he knew enough that Sherlock didn't disappear.

After they figured out the cause and effect of this, the fire on the other side of the warehouse had been brought under control. Those who ran out of it moved faster, but those who moved slowly had burnt holes in their clothes. In the worst case, they were directly sprayed with fire-fighting foam.So when the people from Scotland Yard arrived, those people stayed on the scene obediently, but when Lestrade mentioned Sherlock, these people immediately exploded!

"Sherlock Holmes?" A man who seemed to be the leader gritted his teeth. "We didn't invite this person. If he was here, he must have used unusual means to sneak in."

"Have you seen him?" Lestrade was so taken with Sherlock's tricks that he didn't think it was a thing at all.

"There is a man, a despicable thief who sneaked into us and wanted to steal our sacred objects." The man said angrily, "But our guards are very strict. During his theft, the guards in charge People found out, who knew that he was so insane that he actually set fire to create chaos!"

Well, at this point, Sherlock has gone too far. Lestrade didn't have much to say about that, so he changed the subject, "What are you guys here for? Still dressed like this?"

With the mask and cape, it looks really suspicious.

Finally, a person came out.

"DILestrade." The man looked about 40 years old, with calm eyes and deep nasolabial folds.Of course, none of this was the point, the point was that Lestrade knew him.

"Sir." Lestrade couldn't help looking at the clothes of the person in front of him again. The mask was held in his hand, and only a little edge was exposed under the cover of the long cloak sleeve. The hood of the cloak had been taken off, and he seemed It was also affected by the fire, and the wide fabric of the cloak had holes that had been burned out.

Between the fact that Sherlock, the little bastard, was in trouble again, and his immediate boss was a cultist, Lestrade said that this multiple-choice question was a bit difficult to answer.

Sherlock is a good man, a respectable person, but he is obviously very unstable now; and his boss is conscientious and diligent. As far as Lestrade knows, some small transactions in the police station have never been isolated from him. The future is limitless.

In such a comparison, any fool would know which side to choose, but sadly, Lestrade found that he still trusted Sherlock a little more.

"Sir, why are you here?" Lestrade collected himself.

LeeMarcellus said in a low voice, "A meeting." He frowned a little displeased, not only squeezed out the word 'Chuan' between his brows, but also deepened the decree lines, "A meditation meeting, no one of us Know someone, sit quietly on the futon, let go of your mind and think about nothing. But today, someone broke the rules."

There was no doubt that the man who broke the rules was Sherlock.

"Just a normal meditation session?" Lestrade asked forcefully.

"Otherwise?" LeeMarcellus seemed to be suppressing his anger, "The biggest advantage of this gathering is that you can hide your identity in it, and put aside all the troubles of the world. Now, everything has been destroyed, everyone's identity It's all exposed! Do you have any idea how much damage this will cause?"

Lestrade could only play dumb in embarrassment.

He's starting to wonder now if it's really just Sherlock screwing things up with excess curiosity.

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"Impossible!" Isaac didn't know the news about SHerlock was short-lived until the next day, but after hearing Lestrade's introduction, he categorically rejected it.

Anderson secretly clenched his fists while listening, anyway, since he wronged Sherlock, he was the staunchest supporter behind Sherlock.

And whether Sherlock wants to or not.

It doesn't matter whether John agrees with this statement or not.

"Are all the names of those who participated in the Death Eaters meeting listed here?" Issac held the long list, and was a little surprised by the occupation column after the name on the list, "They all seem to be decent people. .”

"That's right, they're all innocent taxpayers." Lestrade smiled wryly, which was one of the reasons why he couldn't hold on last night, not only because his boss was in there, but also because, as long as anyone with a sane mind would There is no problem with this list.

"Is meditation very popular now?" Isaac looked at those professions, "High salary comes with high pressure."

"It's better than low salary and high pressure." Walsh complained.

The people in this office were all silent, and they were all shot in the knee with an arrow.

"That's not true." Isaac also nodded pretendingly, "After deducting living expenses, my salary is just enough to pay for tuition."

People with children at home feel the pressure immediately.

"Oh, I wish you an early graduation." Walsh eagerly looked forward to this day.

"Then I'll make room for you, shall I?" Isaac said, he had already seen through Walsh's tricks.

"It's like saying that you will be in this position forever." Walsh said, his ambition was made known to the world on the first day of work, okay?

Isaac gave Walsh a sanitation ball, and then turned to the bigger question, "Whatever that rally was for, hasn't Sherlock been found yet?"

"Ah, I remembered something." Anderson suddenly said, "The girl who contacted me and said she saw Sherlock, she said that there were several people chasing Sherlock at that time. If this is the case, the people on this list must be If there are omissions, we can go to their person in charge. As long as we know those people are missing, we can find Sherlock's whereabouts by looking for them!"