Mr. Inspector

November 11 overcast London

In the subway bombing case a few days ago, there are still a series of affairs that need to be taken care of, such as prosecuting criminals, collecting evidence, and filing a case...every step must be carried out according to the procedure, and cannot be missed.If I wasn't in charge, I wish I could blow that scum's head off with one shot.

—Excerpt from Lestrade's diary

Just like every busy morning, Lestrade needs to solve the problems of washing and breakfast within a quarter of an hour of waking up, and then rush from the apartment to Scotland Yard as soon as possible.His residence is five blocks from his office, and if there is no traffic jam, he can get there in half an hour.

He did not choose to work in Scotland Yard immediately after graduating from the police academy. Instead, he went to the British garrison base in Kenya as a volunteer for two years. , tied to the Queen's ship.Because of his outstanding courage in several shooting cases, he was exceptionally promoted to the current position of detective.

Ever since Lestrade applied for a job and became the detective of the serious crime investigation team, his life has become a spinning top. He is almost dizzy every day, and he can foresee a long period of time in the future. It's all these days, it seems that only when you reach the end of your life can you take a breath.

The crime rate in London is not high compared with those areas in the world that are constantly in conflict, but it is an international metropolis after all, with a huge flow of people, there are many people who fish in troubled waters, and of course there are many criminals who use this place as their own. They cast a plan to complete the utopia of life's highest ideal.

The subway bombing a few days ago sounded the alarm for the entire Scotland Yard, indirectly reminding these police officers that those criminals hidden in the dark have been waiting for an opportunity, and they may not know when they will be under their noses Blow up the Queen's Buckingham Palace in her old man's house.

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After several rains a few days ago, there was still some water on the road. After Lestrade got out of the taxi, he accidentally stepped into a small puddle, and a lot of water got into his black leather shoes.

After cursing in a low voice, he walked towards the office building on his feet, and was stopped by a curly-haired man waiting at the door.The man was wearing a gray-black windbreaker and a navy blue scarf, standing upright with his hands in his pockets.

OhJesus... Mr. Detective let out a painful groan from his throat, he wanted to turn around and pretend he didn't see it, but the reality forced him to say hello involuntarily, "Hello, what's the matter? "

Such damned politeness!

Sherlock didn't seem to hear what he said, but just glanced at him self-consciously, and in less than a second, he returned to looking directly at the other person, but it was already a clear expression.

"Hello?" Lestrade reminded him aloud.Now he is eager to get back to the office as soon as possible after dealing with this person's troubles, and ask his assistant to find him a pair of replacement shoes.I have seen this man in front of me many times recently, often when they were doing on-site investigations, breaking through the police's defense line and entering the crime scene, jumping up and down and saying a lot of inexplicable words, like a complete lunatic.

What is he looking for now...

Of course, Sherlock didn't care about Lestrade's inner activities at this time. He said straight to the point: "Hello, Mr. Inspector, I came here for the abominable bombing case. Now there is enough evidence to show that the police caught the wrong one." People, of course I can tell at a glance, in fact, the real criminal is still at large." He spoke briskly, and in addition to sarcasm, there was also merciless denial in his gray-blue eyes.

"What did you say?" Lestrade frowned, and took a quick look at the man in front of him.He was responsible for this bombing case from beginning to end. If the wrong person is caught, things will be serious.He no longer has the mind to change his poor wet shoes, no matter how you look at it, his career is more important, "May I ask who you are?"

"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock quickly added, "is a consultant detective."

The surname of Holmes was surprisingly familiar, the inspector pondered for a moment in his heart—"Mr. Holmes, don't mind if I smoke a cigarette." He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked one of them skillfully I took one out and lit it, took a deep breath and asked, "May I ask on what basis do you judge that our police have arrested the wrong person? Oh, I'm sorry, you said you are... a consultant detective?"

Sherlock took a deep breath on the cigarette, allowing the aroma of nicotine to spread to his lungs, and then stated quickly: "Call me Sherlock. Yes, I am a detective. Do you need proof...Okay Well, judging by the crumbs left on your collar, you ate toast and donuts this morning, and you were in such a rush that you didn't get your hair done. The beard was shaved but there was still some lather, But no one reminded you, either you are divorced and live alone or the relationship between husband and wife is extremely bad. Standing straight, with firm eyes and tanned skin, you should have been a soldier for two years. Let me think about it, obviously Kenya , it can be inferred from the Kikoi fabric of the tie you are wearing..."

"Enough." Lestrade interrupted him aloud, he looked at Sherlock, his mouth was open for a long time, unable to say anything else.This terrible feeling that made him feel that he was completely seen through, damn it, how long has it been since he experienced it...

Sherlock smiled at the right time. He has always enjoyed this kind of showing off, and of course he didn't show it on his face—oh, if the raised corners of his mouth are not counted.

He has just moved to London and is currently living in an apartment at 221B Baker Street West. The landlord, Mrs. Hudson, is a former client of his.As soon as he came to London, he encountered a big case. Someone with ulterior motives dropped a bomb on the subway, killing more than a dozen people and wounding more than a hundred. When the police could not find any clues, the criminal turned himself in. Interesting case, as expected here It is a good place as McCoff said.It's just that the real criminal's methods are too naive, and this inevitably makes him regret it.

"If I remember correctly, the criminal Barnett has surrendered himself." Lestrade said after pondering for a moment.

"Obviously."

"Just a few days ago, the police found out his criminal motive. The ten people who died happened to be his colleagues. The company's employees also proved that they had great disputes in business, and they could be regarded as complete enemies. They These individuals were seated in the same subway car at a planned gathering, and it was reasonable for Barnett to take advantage of the opportunity."

"Yes, good analysis." Sherlock stared at the inspector, "If that's the case, why did he turn himself in?"

Lestrade froze for a moment, and swallowed the word "conscience discovery" abruptly, "...we now suspect that he committed the crime impulsively, and we are afraid that after the incident is revealed—"

"Excellent guess. The explosives he got on the spur of the moment."

The inspector swallowed the rest of the words together. He looked at Sherlock again and took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, "Let's talk about your opinion—wait a minute, it's better to go to my office, I think the day of the accident The detailed dossier on .. may come in handy..."

After Sherlock looked up at the Scotland Yard in front of him, he nodded his head and agreed with the decision, "Well, I do need some information. By the way, speaking of your office, it is foreseeable that I will be there in the near future regulars."

Lestrade turned his head to look at him in surprise, Sherlock looked back calmly, and Mr. Inspector had to take another puff of cigarette to calm his inner emotions, "How do you know?"

"Time and the criminals in London will prove that you need me." After throwing down this ambiguous sentence, Sherlock walked forward with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat without looking back. Worked for many years.

After the inspector stubbed out the cigarette, he cursed softly in his heart, and then quickly followed.