Mr. Inspector

The next morning after waking up on the bed in the apartment, Lestrade felt that he had an abnormal headache. He struggled to sit up on the edge of the bed, seeing the lingering dizziness in front of his eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his forehead , as expected, felt a burst of scorching heat.

"You can fry an egg on your forehead." Lestrade grumbled and complained.

Mycroft is probably gone... Come and go without a trace, that's good.

Stretching his feet into the slippers on the floor, Mr. Inspector struggled to get up from the bed, and then fumbled for a few antipyretics in a drawer beside him.I used a cup to connect some water from the water dispenser in the living room, and then directly swallowed the medicine mixed with water.

This time the fever came at the wrong time. I have been very busy in Scotland Yard for the past few days, and now my body is in a damn state again, which is really a headache.

Lestrade walked to a side window and poked his head out to look at the weather outside, then closed the blinds, cutting off the outside light again.Last night, Mycroft warned him to be careful these few days, and he could only try his best to do what he did now - after all, he was working as a policeman, so he couldn't stay in the apartment all day and night to catch criminals.

He moved to the closet in the bedroom and rummaged in it for a while, then Mr. Inspector took out a black suit that had been dusty for a long time, and put it on after simply wiping off the dust.

He hasn't worn this suit for a long time, and it was a birthday present from Allie... However, he will wear this suit to attend her funeral this afternoon.

Ally's death is still a headache for him - he still can't figure out why she committed suicide, plus the news of Fitch's death a few days ago... I always feel that these recent events are inextricably linked His connection... is like a knot that keeps twisting, and one day it will wind him into it too.

Lestrade silently looked at himself in the mirror, his thoughts were suddenly cut off, and only the vicissitudes of himself in the mirror were left in front of him.

On the way back to the apartment last night, Ivanka's words suddenly lingered in my ears again...

"Are you afraid of it?"

Is he afraid...

Lestrade asked himself this, then frowned, shook his head with a smile, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck."

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Driving on the main road of Downing Street, a weather report was playing on the car radio, and the person in charge of broadcasting it was a female announcer—it was estimated that she had just finished arguing with her husband. Pay attention to the complex inner workings of the audience.

Lestrade, who was driving, probably heard the word rain, but didn't pay much attention to it. Anyway, London has always been in this kind of indescribable weather.

Either it's raining or it's cloudy and rainy, what new tricks can they come up with...

Most of the detectives of Scotland Yard's crime squad have asked for leave one after another this afternoon, and came here specially to attend Ellie's farewell ceremony.

His lovely female assistant has always been very popular and has a cheerful and lively personality, so that the news of suicide made them unacceptable for a while.Although they have seen too many such things happen, they are still human beings with flesh and blood after all.

……

The funeral was held in an ordinary church in the suburbs. The surrounding environment is beautiful, green vines coil around the roof of the church, and rows of unique-looking Scots pine stands around, which makes people feel more comfortable.

Mr. Inspector saw Ai Li's parents from a distance outside the church. They were standing at the front of the crowd, leaning on each other, looking haggard.

Ai Li's mother's face was covered with a layer of black veil. She shook hands with the guests one by one, and nodded slightly to respond to their comfort.

Lestrade stood in the orderly and silent line, slowly moving forward.When it was his turn, he shook hands with the old woman and said in a low voice, "My condolences."

The dead are gone, and no amount of comforting words can restore anything. Only a long time can resist this inhuman torture.

Ai Li's mother and the inspector paused abruptly in holding hands, then raised her head to glance at him, and nodded imperceptibly.

……

Following the people in front into the historic church, Lestrade found a side seat and sat down, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He took it out and glanced at it casually. He was so angry that he wanted to smash this old mobile phone that had been with him for more than ten years—those bastards from the serious crime team sent him a text message at this time saying that they were still stuck on the road , and pretending to be pitiful... Fuck, if you dare to be late, you will have to beat them up when you go back.

Just as Mr. Detective looked down at the text message furiously, a figure blocked his light.He raised his head in a little astonishment, and found that it was Daniel from the action team—he had also come to attend the funeral ceremony...

Daniel was wearing a dark suit at this time, which made his blue eyes look deeper.

He seemed to see what the inspector was thinking, and explained briefly, "Ai Li and I also had a little friendship before, although it was several years ago, and it seems that we met in a bar opened by the Irish... ..."

As he spoke, he sat down beside Mr. Inspector, and stretched his legs and feet in a relaxed manner.Continued: "Speaking of which, Ellie also has a quarter of Irish blood, do you know?"

After thinking about it carefully for a while, Lestrade frowned and shook his head, "She never mentioned this to me."

Daniel smiled softly and stopped talking about this topic.

Lestrade looked at the pastor presiding over the funeral ahead, and the photo of Ellie on the shelf beside him, thinking: "But she seems to have mentioned you to me..."

Daniel immediately turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

"I can't remember it for a while—" Lestrade sighed with some regret.

At this moment, Daniel suddenly moved closer, and under his slightly surprised gaze, he reached out to check the temperature of his forehead, and said, "You have a fever."

Lestrade immediately tilted his head uncomfortably, and said in embarrassment, "No, nothing." For some reason, today's Daniel always gave him a strange and strange feeling.

The priest's voice interrupted his thoughts—

The memorial service has begun.

Lestrade's attention returned to the funeral, and Daniel stopped talking.

……

The pastor's eulogy echoed in the church, heavy and solemn, and the expressions of all the people present were serious.

This was the fourth funeral that Lestrade had attended this month, and he couldn't help but feel a little wandering.

At this time, Ellie was lying motionless in the front coffin in a white dress, with her eyes closed, without any expression—but Lestrade could recall her smiling face.

— like an angel.

But now...

Thinking of this, the detective's mood was extremely complicated. He still couldn't help standing up and quietly walked outside the church, and then took a deep breath of the air outside.

The sky has already started to drizzle, and the ground has begun to get wet.

Just when he was about to light a cigarette, a figure caught his attention.

"Fitch?!"

Mr. Detective's lighter fell to the ground with a crisp and loud sound, as if someone had slapped someone in the face.