Mr. Inspector

On the sparsely populated winding mountain road, two cars were chasing at high speed, with harsh motor sounds roaring all the way.

The bullets burst out one by one from the black muzzle of the gun, hitting the metal car body in front of it with ping-pong-pong, like playing an unknown tune——

Sitting in the driver's seat, Donovan slammed on the accelerator and skillfully drove the old Scotland Yard patrol car into the air, while frowning and cursing, "Edelman, can you fucking Will you shoot?"

After pressing the trigger, after a bullet successfully shattered the reflector of the jeep in front of him, Edelman collapsed on the co-pilot's seat and gasped, "...I scared him."

"..." Donovan didn't react, and almost stepped on the brake pedal. She adjusted the steering wheel and cursed, then pointed to Simon in the back seat with fierce eyes and said, "Come on, hit him." tires."

Simon touched his lower back, and then there was a little tangle on his face, "I'm going out in a hurry...I don't have a gun with me."

Harry Feld, who was sitting upright in the fast-moving car, quickly looked away, "Don't, don't look at me."

Donovan clenched the steering wheel with both hands, his head was smoking with anger, and he almost wanted to drive the patrol car directly towards the nearby cliff.

Edelman in the front seat shook his head, expressing his disapproval of Donovan's approach, "The speed of the car is almost over 180 yards now, a tire burst will definitely cause the car to roll over, it's too dangerous."

"Huh, you didn't hit his front tire again," Donovan retorted.

"I don't know how Fitch didn't die, but he must have something to do with the recent Scotland Yard police deaths—but even so, in what capacity are we shooting at him now?" Edman turned his head and stared dissatisfied. She asked in a deep voice, "A former colleague? The policeman who went to arrest him without any evidence?"

Donovan snorted coldly, but quickly fell silent.She knew that Edman was right, public and private, they really had no reason to shoot Fitch.

The wipers in front of the windshield of the car kept swaying, but the vision was still blurred.The torrential rain fell from the sky, covering the entire winding road.

Simon patted Donovan on the shoulder in the back seat, and comforted him: "Follow him first and see where this kid will go."

Donovan stared at the speeding jeep in front of him, and said coldly, "I know."

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On the other side, Mr. Inspector, who was hiding in the car, looked at the sudden torrential rain, feeling a little desperate in his heart.Now the phone is out of battery and turned off, the tires of the car are completely scrapped, and there is a long distance from the church...

He regretted that he didn't listen to the weather forecast carefully on the way here. Now it's all right, it's completely hopeless.

After all—the rainy weather in London has never been a lifesaver.

……

After two long hours, knowing that it would be a waste of time to wait blindly, Lestrade made up his mind, gritted his teeth and pushed open the door of the driver's cab, then ran towards the church.

He took off the black suit on his body and covered the top of his head with his hands, but it was already soaked through in less than three seconds.

"Damnit." Lestrade cursed inwardly, and then ran with big strides.

He felt like a fool for dying in a storm with a high fever.

……

It took almost a long century for Lestrade to see the iconic roof of the church. At this time, his strength was almost exhausted, but he still had to force himself to move into the church.

At this point the funeral ceremony just came to an end.

Lestrade, who walked in with his whole body drenched, immediately attracted everyone's attention...

Mr. Inspector quickly covered his face with his hands, hurried to the last row and sat down.He looked around blankly, trying to find someone he knew to borrow his cell phone from.

However, when the mood is anxious, it seems that everyone is a stranger——

Just when the inspector wondered if he had gone to the wrong church, a woman wearing a veil appeared in his vision.

"Madame..." the inspector said hesitantly.

"My name is Hannah Jones, and I'm also Ellie's mother." She looked at the inspector fixedly, and said softly, with unconcealable fatigue in her voice.

The inspector hurriedly got up, "Hi, I'm Lestrade, I belong to Ellie..." He thought for a while, and found an appropriate word in his head, "—Boss."

He stretched out his right hand subconsciously, and quickly realized that he was still in a mess. He retracted his arm in embarrassment, and muttered: "Ms. Jones, I'm sorry, something happened..."

Mrs. Jones gave him a friendly smile, and then said in a regretful tone: "Ai Li mentioned you to me before, and I finally met you today."

Seeing the detective's sad expression for a moment, she sighed softly, and said, "Please go back and change into clean clothes first, so as not to catch a cold. After that, I have something to give you."

The inspector didn't bother to tell her that he had caught a cold, so he asked, "What is it?"

"Ellie's diary."

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Ellie's family lived in the downtown area of ​​Westminster, London, and Lestrade first went back to his apartment, took a hot bath, and changed into clean and warm clothes.

Although he was already feeling very uncomfortable at this time, he still insisted on taking a taxi to the address given to him by Aili's mother before.

After ringing the doorbell, Lestrade leaned against the wall and waited quietly for a while.The door of the apartment opened quickly, and Mrs. Jones had a forced smile on her face.

She said in a vain voice, "You're here, I'm sorry I'm still..."

Lestrade nodded thoughtfully, expressing that he understood.

"Come in first." Mrs. Jones turned her body sideways, signaling the inspector to enter the apartment, "Ai Li's father is not feeling well and is still resting in the bedroom, so it is inconvenient for him to come out."

A pale yellow chandelier was lit in the apartment, and Lestrade saw the diary on the coffee table in the living room at a glance.With a sky blue cover, the impression is that it is indeed the one Ai Li carries with her.

Mrs. Jones picked up the diary and handed it to Lestrade.

She said softly, "This is the book."

After receiving the heavy diary, Lestrade flipped through it and glanced at it. It was filled with letters written in dark blue ink, the handwriting was scribbled, and there were many obliterations and alterations.

Mrs. Jones said: "There are some words on it that I don't understand, but it should be useful to you police."

Lestrade nodded and closed the diary.

He had a hunch that this diary would reveal a lot of incredible information.

As for Eri's death, what is the truth...?