Mr. Inspector

Mr. Inspector, who walked out of Scotland Yard, looked indifferent, ignoring every colleague who came forward to say hello to him.He didn't expect to face unemployment in his lifetime for the fucking reason of contradicting his boss...Scotland Yard is great.

Lestrade sighed helplessly, thinking that he had to pay the expensive rent on time every month, and he felt complicated.

Ever since he recognized the big man in the video, to be honest, he had more or less guessed the nature of the smuggling case.

... Even the Minister of Customs himself was implicated. This was something he never thought of before taking this case.

He didn't dare to speculate any further. The words and deeds in the office of the Minister of the Interior just now were completely based on instinct. Perhaps in his subconscious mind, he could not tolerate the appearance of this phenomenon at all.At least from the moment he is still in office, every decision he makes will fulfill his duties.

Lestrade thought silently in his heart, if he was asked to make another choice - Fuck! It is useless to dwell on these things now, the only thing to do is to pray that the Minister of the Interior will not be as cold and ruthless as the rumors say.

But unfortunately, the relationship between him and Minister Nick has never been close, and Sophia, the only one who can hope to get along well, is completely gone because of Edman's bad attitude...

Mr. Inspector felt tired.

At this point in time, I ran into Sherlock, who was rarely seen on weekdays... Lestrade hadn't contacted him since he was kicked out of the apartment when he asked for help last time.

Mr. Inspector, who just happened to have nothing to do at the moment, stopped in front of a bakery on the side of the road and looked over intently——

Sherlock was wearing his century-old windbreaker, and was walking quickly along the main road of Regent Street, clutching a paper bag tightly in his hand.He has a sullen face with a lack of interest, as if he is extremely disappointed in the whole world.

...seemed to be worse off than himself.

"Sir, do you want to try our new product? Even if you don't like the heart-shaped coconut bread, you can give it to your girlfriend."

The clear female voice interrupted Lestrade's concentration. He looked back and found that the source of the voice was a brown long-haired girl in the bakery, who was looking at him enthusiastically.

"excuse me, I--"

Just when he was about to subconsciously refuse, a voice of disapproval rang in his ears, "It's best to buy a piece of bread as a courtesy to stop people from doing business."

"Sherlock...?" Lestrade looked at the man in surprise, shocked by his walking speed.

Sherlock didn't respond to his surprise, and smiled directly at the girl, "Hi, I need three pieces of coconut bread—oh, heart-shaped."

"Okay sir, please wait a moment."

"What do you need the bread for?" Lestrade asked with interest... According to his understanding of Sherlock's character, the purpose of the bread would never be to give it away.

"I'm doing an experiment on goldfish, and I need to test several new types of chemical poisons, but I need to feed them something to eat beforehand." Sherlock narrated calmly, "To prevent the goldfish from starving to death before they can play their due role." .”

Lestrade frowned, "...Those three loaves are a bit much, aren't they?"

"Oh, you also need a piece." Sherlock glanced at the inspector quickly, then turned around and took the bread handed over, "I will give it to you for Mycroft—you must know that the current probation is only temporary Thank you for the bread, how much is it?"

"It's four pounds all together."

Sherlock handed over the money, and persuaded, "Pay attention to your boyfriend, he has recently become addicted to gambling."

—Of course, this sentence was said to the girl.

When Mr. Inspector, who was still immersed in the suggestive words of "I will give it to you for Mycroft", came back to his senses, Sherlock had already gone a long way, leaving behind the astonished brown-haired girl.

"He—" The girl's complexion immediately changed.

Mr. Inspector opened his mouth and found that he couldn't explain anything, so he could only leave a hurried sentence of "Trust him as much as possible", and then caught up with the fast-paced Sherlock.

"How do you know?" Lestrade asked puzzled.

While maintaining her walking speed, Sherlock asked and answered his question, "From the bracelet she inadvertently exposed, you can see two names engraved together, obviously one is her and the other is her boyfriend. Of course There are other evidences to prove it, such as the tacky purple headband on the head, which was chosen by the boyfriend; the photos of the two on the cash register..."

"Then how do you prove he gambled?"

"It's very simple. There are at least five sports lottery tickets in the trash can in the store. And just now I glanced at her mobile phone that was casually placed on the table. It was a message from her boyfriend, saying that it was at the second-hand bookstore on Charing Cross Road tonight. Taoshu... Anyone who is familiar with it knows that the London Racecourse is nearby."

"What if he really went to read?"

"Two words are misspelled in a text message - if you really want to read a book, the first thing you consider is to buy a dictionary and study it at home."

Lestrade nodded, agreeing with what he said, and then suddenly remembered what Sherlock had said before, "Then how do you know..." He stopped in the middle of the sentence, "Oh, never mind—it's nothing .”

Sherlock knew what was going on in a certain inspector's mind without using his brain, and he immediately told him straightforwardly: "I remember you, and I also remember the past clearly."

Hearing this, Lestrade touched his nose in embarrassment, wanting to turn around and leave.

"Honestly, I don't care about Mycroft's love life—"

Mr. Inspector coughed violently and almost died of coughing.

Sherlock paused, and then continued to elaborate: "What I care about is the future cases in London. In fact, I need to keep solving cases to maintain the activity of IQ, and only you in Scotland Yard can trust my judgment on cases. So, I care more about your position than you do."

Mr. Inspector was finally able to hold back a sentence - "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Sherlock smiled.

"Then how do you prove that this is temporary?"

Sherlock immediately replied: "Oh, you can rest assured that with Mycroft—"

"..."

Lestrade felt that the conversation could not go on.

……

When Mr. Inspector finally returned to the apartment that night, he found an unread message on his phone.

— Stop the investigation immediately?

The inspector threw his mobile phone to the sofa, and murmured: "...if he is here, he will indeed—"

But he didn't say anything in the end.