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

I don't know when, the London City Government began to improve the status of Scotland Yard without any trace. Although it has not yet become one of the symbols of London, its popularity cannot be underestimated. Isaac walked among them, always feeling that he had been to this place before.

But he has no memory.

Isaac doesn't think he is the kind of fanatical star chaser. Even if he admires Sherlock Holmes, he would at most visit 221B Baker Street. It should not be so detailed that even Scotland Yard would not let it go. After all, it is a representative of stupidity and incompetence...

No, Scotland Yard in the 21st century is still labeled as incompetent by Sherlock, but it is actually not low in popularity, and Lestrade is even called a farmer because of his beauty.But counting the time, I did come to London with Reid, but he should not be so daring enough to take a one-day trip to Scotland Yard to see the flowers.

#London Memory Copy Unlock Fragment#

Isaac sat in the reception area, quietly observing the passing police officers. For some reason, there were actually a few people who looked familiar to him.

Did I really come here? Isaac stroked his chin, considering the possibility.

Hearing from Reid, he and Sherlock used to have sparks too. Could it be because of this that they got involved in trouble and had an intersection with Scotland Yard?It's a pity that he forgot how the sparks with Sherlock were so sparky, and there were only some clips of Sherlock talking to John after jumping off the building in his mind.

Thinking of this, Isaac couldn't help screaming inwardly, only then did he realize that he hadn't called John since the accident!

"Damn it, how long are we going to wait here?" Sandra looked at her watch impatiently, "It's been 10 minutes, why hasn't anyone come yet?"

Isaac came back to his senses, looked at Sandra, and judged her state almost immediately. She is not suitable to deal with the police. This is a foreign country. Isaac does not want to leave an impression of being aggressive and dictating, because it will only add to the chaos. There is no other use.

"Sandra," Isaac said, "you trust me, don't you?"

Sandra looked at Isaac in confusion, a little puzzled, "Of course, of course I believe you. When I knew about this, the first person I turned to for help was you." Strictly speaking, this move was not appropriate, But she did it anyway.

"So, can you leave the negotiation to me for a while?" Isaac asked.

"You don't want me to put pressure?" Sandra quickly responded, "But I don't believe in their efficiency. It has been twelve minutes now, but we are still hanging here." Speaking of this, Sandra took out the phone, I want to tell the embassy to put pressure on it again.

Just then, someone finally came over.

Sandra's voice was not low, and Lestrade heard her last words when she approached. Seeing that she had unlocked the phone screen and was about to dial a number, Lestrade hurriedly said, "Good day, ma'am, I am in charge DILestrade for this case."

Sandra put down her phone and was about to speak, remembering Isaac's explanation just now, held back the questioning that was about to blurt out, looked at Isaac, and signaled that the initiative was handed over to him.

Isaac understood, and took a step forward, standing beside Sandra, "Hello, Inspector Lestrade."

"Agent Costa?" Lestrade recognized Isaac this time, "Did you come with Ms. Sandra?"

"I'm not an Agent anymore, just call me Costa." Isaac said with a smile. Although he didn't remember any intersection with this beautiful detective, his kindness was indeed received.

Lestrade secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the situation was better than he had expected, at least he didn't have to worry about blind pressure or even amateurs trying to lead experts.

In fact, the search for missing persons is not a big case, that is, the identity of the missing person is a bit questionable, and the pressure from the embassy made the situation a bit big.The city of London is full of electronic eyes, and it is easy to track a bunch of sisters coming out of the airport.However, the pair of sisters are not just tourists who don't hide their whereabouts. They may not have any advanced anti-tracking technology, but after several disguises, the police officers who checked the surveillance video still lost their tracks.

This made the London police who thought it was just an ordinary disappearance case unexpected, and then more and more clues came from the other side of the ocean. The London police only paid attention to it after learning that an ogre might be involved in the disappearance. , and handed the case over to Lestrade, who is in charge of major cases.As soon as Lestrade took over the case, he had to face the embassy's pressure again. This time, even the elder sister of the pair of sisters who was said to be very powerful in the United States came in person.

So, Lestrade was really relieved when he saw Isaac.As long as he could appease the lady and not interfere with the investigation, he even compromised in his heart. As long as Isaac brought it up, he would reveal some clues, and even tacitly allowed him to join the operation.

That's why he guessed that Isaac would appear here.

However, Issac didn't plan to get involved. He was not familiar with the place, and it wasn't a cooperative relationship with clear instructions. He didn't need to take the initiative to be annoying.It's nice to be able to bang the side drums and see how things are going.Although Scotland Yard looked particularly scumbag in comparison to Sherlock, it was not lacking in ability.

After coming out of Scotland Yard, Issac sent Sandra to the hotel to rest. Because of the jet lag, she hadn't closed her eyes for a long time. Issac was afraid that she would not be able to hold on, so he pressed her on the bed, and left after watching her close her eyes and fell asleep. .

He went to John.

No one knows better than Sherlock about the dark corners of London. However, Sherlock is in the middle of a fake death and can't connect at all. Isaac can only save the country with curves. I hope John can understand this.

John has moved away from 221B Baker Street, and found a new job in a private clinic. Although he has not yet come out of the grief of losing Sherlock, he still needs to receive regular counseling from a psychologist, but his life has gradually changed. On track.When he received the call from Isaac, he was a little surprised, but he quickly asked for leave and rushed to meet with Isaac.

John looked ten years older.

The mini-series still has a clear image in Isaac's mind at this time, so even if Isaac has forgotten their past relationship, he can easily detect the change in it.

"Hi, John." Isaac almost didn't dare to recognize him, except for his familiar height, he actually had a beard on that face.

"Hi." The place where they met was a cafe, John greeted and sat opposite Isaac, "Long time no see, your mission is over?"

Since Sherlock's accident, although Issac didn't fly to London to comfort John, he had a lot of phone calls, which gave John a lot of comfort, until Issac mentioned in the last barrel of phone calls that they had a mission and might not be in contact for a short time.So, John didn't contact Issac for more than half a year and suddenly appeared in front of him and adapted well, completely unaware that Issac just forgot him out of his mind.

"Well, sort of." Isaac didn't want to spread the word that he had lost his memory and hadn't fully recovered it. "I know it's a bit abrupt, but I need your help."

"As long as I can." John didn't refuse at all.

Isaac called up a photo from his phone, "I need to find the pair of sisters. They disappeared in London five days ago. According to the clues, they probably fell into the hands of an ogre."

John took a deep look at the photo, "Does Scotland Yard know about this?"

"Lestrade took the case," Isaac said, "but I can't just sit around and wait for news from him. There's no better London informant than Sherlock Holmes, is there?"

"Oh, of course, there is only one Sherlock." John smiled and took a sip of his coffee, but accidentally choked and coughed for a long time, "Listen, Isaac, I don't know about Sherlock's intelligence network, but I followed him around I ran, and met a few people. It's just that I'm not Sherlock, and if I want them to help..."

"Money is not a problem, as long as someone can be found." Isaac immediately interjected, "Thank you, John, you have helped me a lot."

John was silent for a while before speaking, "You are the last person to mention Sherlock in such a natural tone, I am very grateful."

John didn't lie, he had seen Sherlock's last jump, when Sherlock was telling lies on the phone that Moriarty forced him to tell, and jumped off the tall building right in front of his eyes. John was powerless to stop what was happening in front of him, he could only run numbly to the side of Sherlock who had fallen to the ground, and tried his breath with trembling hands.However, the blood smeared on the ground told him that Sherlock would no longer be complacent and smoke his angry orifices, he had become a corpse that could only slowly lose temperature, and he would never be the one who made people hate him. Sherlock was itching to punch Sherlock.

He attended Sherlock's funeral, and he didn't miss every step. He watched the coffin containing Sherlock being put into the grave, and was gradually buried by the soil. Looking at Sherlock's name on the tombstone, he couldn't believe that such a genius would just do it Sleeping underground, even imagining that one day the underground Sherlock would shout out of boredom, jump out of the coffin again, and mess up London.

Every time he thought about it, he would feel that Sherlock was just doing a clever prank, and after everyone thought he was dead and life turned into a pool of stagnant water, he would suddenly pop up and make everyone panic again.

However, John's reason told him that Sherlock was really dead.He has a wonderful brain, but he is just an ordinary human being.Death means deep sleep, unless he dies, he will never meet Sherlock again.

The only problem was that he wasn't sure if Sherlock would go to heaven or hell when he died, or if, with his temper, he would probably be thrown into hell if he went to heaven. John prayed devoutly, hoping that Sherlock would restrain himself and wait until the day he went to heaven.

John knew that his state was a little abnormal. Everyone thought that he couldn't accept the fact that Sherlock had died and suffered from PTSD, so he reconnected with the psychiatrist for him. John didn't refuse, but he also slowly disconnected from Hudson and the other friends she shared with Sherlock, except for Mycroft, who was very elusive, and he did succeed.

No one looked at him with pity and sorrow, as if he were a widower.Similarly, no one talked about Sherlock with him, so he could only silently look at Sherlock's deduction website, which had almost no traffic, and found sadly that he had memorized the fuzzy and meaningless research on it result.

—Oh, dear John, you're finally willing to feed your poor little brain.

If Sherlock had known, he would have said so.

John likes Isaac's tone when he mentioned Sherlock, unlike other people who have been convincing himself of the fact that Sherlock is dead, since Sherlock's accident, Isaac's tone when talking about it is not annoying, as if Sherlock is just on a trip, It was also as if he had fallen into some obsessive research and isolated himself from the world, and then popped up again one day.It made John feel that he wasn't the only one who didn't accept the news of Sherlock's death.

Just for this friendship, John willingly approached some of Sherlock's old informants, and helped Isaac get the line.

"Lestrade wouldn't be happy if he knew about it," John said.

"I just want to be more efficient. I believe he will understand the anxiety of being a family member." Isaac didn't care. In fact, he felt that Scotland Yard would be ahead in terms of technology. Speaking of blanket searches, those policemen may not be able to compare with those homeless people.

"You didn't go to a private investigator?" John asked curiously.

"The best consulting detective in London, I can't think of a better one." Isaac said as he walked, his eyes passing a bearded street violinist.

"If Sherlock finds out about this, he will be very happy."

"Oh, forget it, I don't dare to ask for extravagance." The scene of him being snarled by Sherlock suddenly flashed in Isaac's mind, and he shuddered, shaking the scene away forcefully.

However, even with the help of Sherlock's informants, three days later, Issac still has no useful clues, and Scotland Yard's progress is also slow. People go out to get some fresh air.

The longer the time dragged on, the smaller the chances of the sisters' survival. Everyone knew this truth, but it was useless to worry about such things.

Suddenly, Isaac's eyes froze, but the person he was staring at was still enjoying the sunshine comfortably. Isaac walked towards the hot dog place on the street, bought two hot dogs and two Cokes, and then walked towards the homeless man he saw earlier.

Handing over a hot dog and Coke, ignoring the man's gesture of thanking him all the time, he asked casually, "How does it feel to fly in the air?" He sat on the bench next to the homeless man, like an ordinary kind-hearted person, Bought some food for homeless people who couldn't eat enough, and chatted a little bit by the way.

"What?" In just one sentence, the homeless man had already swallowed half a hamburger, as if he was very hungry, but after hearing Isaac's question, he had to politely divide his attention to reply.

"You've been with me for a few days, don't you want me to send a message to John?" Although the voice and accent have changed, Isaac has an intuition that this is the easy-going Sherlock.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, sir." The man looked at Isaac innocently.

"Okay, then let me tell you, listen." Isaac pondered for a while, and felt that he had nothing to say, "Forget it, you should find a chance to exercise your body, even if he is just a former military doctor, his fists are not vegetarian .”

However, the tramp's eyes were full of vigilance, and he seemed to regard Isaac as someone with ulterior motives. After stuffing the remaining hot dog into his mouth, he ran away. Isaac looked at the glass of Coke that was left on the spot after only one sip, and shook his head, "Is it so difficult to hear a thank you?"

After finishing speaking, he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he sat on a chair and ate his hamburger and coke in a calm manner. Finally, he bent down to pick up the coke cup and the paper bag containing the hot dog that the homeless man dropped on the ground, and threw them away. into the nearest trash can.

It’s just that no one knew that he found a piece of hard shell paper under the coke cup of the homeless man, with a short address on it and a sentence——

Did you know that you've been targeted by a serial killer since the day you arrived in London?

To be honest, Isaac really didn't know.

Isaac didn't even know that the BAU in Washington DC rescued Jack Cooper. He was not kidnapped by the ABC killer rumored in the police station, but suffered a random disaster. The scum who abandoned her was taught a lesson by kidnapping. Although she suffered a lot of flesh and blood, she still saved her life.

The BAU was not happy because they rescued the victim, because according to their profile, the A and B cases were indeed committed by the same person, and the Cooper case did not conform to the modus operandi of the first two cases from the very beginning.Now that Cooper has been rescued, it can be ruled out that he is the murderer's next target.However, according to the murderer's choice of victims, there is only one person who meets his criteria.

And that person, who was far away in London at this time, had already rushed to the address on the piece of paper behind Lestrade, and was watching the three sisters Sandra perform the joy and joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

The ogre is worthy of being an ogre. In addition to the two surviving sisters, the police also found another bloody victim who had been cut in his home, as well as a piece of meat that Anderson identified as human flesh stored in the basement refrigerator.The aura of the whole house, including the yard, made Isaac feel uneasy. He retreated to the outermost edge and leaned against the police car outside the cordon, finally getting rid of the suffocating feeling.

"Hey man, what's going on in there?" A hooded young man leaned over to Isaac.