Mr. Inspector

It was destined to be a restless morning, just as Lestrade was driving to Scotland Yard in the morning, he received no fewer than ten calls and more than 20 text messages to remind him.

He only glanced at the content of the text message roughly, and knew that it was related to the kidnapping video released on YouTube this morning.As soon as that unbelievable request came out, it probably exploded everyone's nerves and made everyone strangely excited.

Whether it's criminals or ordinary people, everyone began to pay close attention to this matter... Princess Susannah's kidnapping is very pitiful, but it still can't match people's mentality of entertaining to death.

Now almost the whole of Britain is waiting helplessly to see the Prime Minister's joke.

Scotland Yard is no exception.

As soon as Lestrade walked into the door of his office, he saw a group of people gathered around the computer, watching the video this morning intently.The princess's sobbing voice once again appeared in my ears, and her unimaginable request was once again confirmed by the public.

Lestrade sighed, found his seat and sat down, even if he wanted to start working calmly, it seemed that he couldn't do it for a while.

With sharp eyes, Simon was the first to spot his boss. He hurriedly waved and said hello, "Boss, you are here. Have you seen the video from this morning?"

His greeting brought everyone back to their senses.Donovan's originally subtle expression became even more subtle. She squinted her eyes and suddenly moved closer to Mr. Inspector, as if she had discovered something more interesting.

Lestrade felt uncomfortable being watched by her, so he quickly picked up the documents on the table to block her sight, and asked behind the documents, "What's wrong?"

Donovan pushed aside his documents, stared at Mr. Inspector's neck, with a knowing smile on his face, "... have a lover?"

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, and these words successfully made him become dazed.

And Donovan's inference also diverted the attention of the other detectives. Compared with those things that were out of reach, the detective's mysterious lover seemed more interesting.

Edman was the first to make a fuss. He seemed to have forgotten the video he was watching before, and started to pat the table in an instant, "Boss, are you finally married? Congratulations!"

What does it mean to be married... Lestrade was speechless for a moment, then with an expression of "I can't understand what you are talking about" on his face, he pretended to be calm and said, "No."

When he said this, he was still sorting out the materials at hand, his eyes dodged endlessly.

Donovan obviously didn't believe him, and he didn't hide the obvious hickey marks on his neck at all. Could it be that she was blind?

"Which department of Scotland Yard is the other party?" She asked immediately.

Katie also came over at this time, with a very interested expression on her face. She obviously also noticed the ambiguous mark on the Inspector's neck, she nodded at Donovan clearly, raised her eyebrows and said : "I think it should be from the central communication group, where there are more beautiful girls."

Edman spoke from the side, "I think it's from the intelligence team."

Harry disagreed, "Why does it have to be from Scotland Yard?"

Edman confronted him, "I only said it was the intelligence team, but I didn't necessarily say it was Scotland Yard's intelligence team. Besides, why can't it be Scotland Yard's?"

... Fuck, it was so close to the truth - luckily he was far behind.

Lestrade's heart skipped a beat. To be honest, he was a little intimidated by the speed with which this unscrupulous case was solved...

Donovan just quit as soon as he saw it, and stopped molesting his own inspector. Instead, he changed the question, "Did you see the video posted on YouTube this morning?"

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded and said, "Yes, I noticed."

"What do you think?" Donovan asked.

"I think it should be some kind of provocation..." Lestrade said after pondering for a while.

"Is it just a provocation, not necessarily."

"Then what do you think, why did the kidnapper make such a request?"

"There must be other purposes in it." Donovan looked at the inspector and continued, "Believe me, there will be follow-ups."

"You mean there will be a new video released?" Lestrade asked with a frown.

"It's hard to say..." Donovan shook his head, remembered something before turning away, stretched out his finger and pointed at his neck, and then smiled ambiguously.

It had been a long time since Lestrade had seen such a smile...

He sat on the office chair blankly, reacting for a long time without knowing why, and then he remembered to pick up something to take a picture.He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and found the camera function...

Then he naturally saw the conspicuous mark, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

Fuck, when did this stay...

The detective's mood at this time was really indescribable, so he covered his neck and ran to the bathroom outside.

There was a suppressed booing sound from behind.

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Sometimes a small piece of news can make the omnipotent media dig out a three-page report, not to mention this video that has already ignited public sentiment.

Despite repeated pressure from the government and the Prime Minister's Office, they still couldn't suppress the media's wanton reports.At this time, they no longer cared about the so-called national face, and all that was left in front of them were interests and intelligence.

This reminded Lestrade of a scandal that happened at Scotland Yard before. In order to solve a big case as soon as possible, the policemen of each team actually started to monitor each other among their peers, using all kinds of means.

Now the media is also in a similar state of madness, and they have to dig out first-hand information before they are willing to give up.

"The world is really crazy." Katie was leaning back in her chair with a lollipop she bought on the way in her mouth.She watched the live broadcasts of several news websites and couldn't help sighing.

Lestrade nodded approvingly. He had just received the news that the Scotland Yard police were urgently called to find the whereabouts of Princess Susannah, and it was estimated that the next batch would be their turn.

Regardless of whether the prime minister will really choose to lose face in front of the public, these efforts are still necessary now.

Maybe it can avoid the possibility of losing face...

Lestrade thought so while looking at the photo of Princess Susannah he just found on the Internet.In the photo, the princess in a gown smiled at the camera with a gentle smile, which is in line with her most popular title of princess.

What a princess, what a pity.

……

Compared with the current mess in Scotland Yard, the Prime Minister's Office is even more messy.The Prime Minister who just took office was so hot-tempered that he almost smashed his office. As for the cigarette butts, it was just a trifle.

It is impossible for him to do such absurd things, regardless of his royal family, his princess, and his public sentiment... When he took office, he had thought about the various setbacks he would encounter, but this was not the case. Including making him fuck a pig in public!

Although the chief planner of the prime minister's office had repeatedly assured him that this situation would not happen, how could this cunning old woman believe what she said?

He even has every reason to believe that as long as the people explode together, the group of so-called high-IQ staff members around him will collectively turn their backs on him, and even force him to submit at the cost of threatening his relatives.

Now the eyes of the whole country are staring at his prime minister's office...

But why is it him?

It is obvious that he is not the one with the most power in this country, nor is he the one who represents the state machine, he is just a puppet pushed to the front of the stage by his own political party...but he ridiculously represents the image of this country and has become the target of public criticism.

Thinking of this, the prime minister, who was over the middle of his life, lit another cigarette and called the chief planner of the office who had been waiting outside the living room door.

"What's the attitude over there?" He asked after pondering for a while.

The chief planner, whom he secretly called an old woman, walked in with two feet in high heels. She frowned and waved away the smoke in front of her eyes, and said, "I haven't been able to contact that side yet."

"I haven't contacted you yet..." The prime minister's face darkened, and then he threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and crushed it with his leather shoes.

"You also know the identity of that person. His authority is much higher than ours, and the information in his hands is beyond our reach. We can only wait for him to contact us, and we..." The lady paused here For a moment, after glancing at the prime minister's not-so-good-looking face, he slowed down and sighed, "I don't have the ability to contact him."

Some things can only be understood when she is really at a certain level. For example, she has long believed that the prime minister is the one who holds the most power in her hands... Now she has naturally changed this naive idea.

They can know certain confidential information, and they are only allowed to know it—the few people who really hold power in their hands can decide what others know and what they don't know.

This is what the people at the top of the power can control, and that is the real British government... [Of course, His Excellency McCoff prefers to call himself the last official, after all, it is more useful for a certain inspector some. 】

……

The Prime Minister looked at the chief planner of the office in front of him, "What do you think he will choose?"

Keep him, or simply let him fend for himself?

The lady with neat bangs shook her head. It's hard to say, but that one is probably still waiting and watching.