Mr. Inspector

When did it start...

Probably the night of the divorce.

I feel that I am the most desolate and pitiful man in the world, and only alcohol can slightly numb the painful nerves.

Lestrade sat at the bar near the flat, shaking a bottle of Scotch in his right hand, and there were three empty bottles on the bar.He looked forward in a dizzy state, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the clouds.

To be an excellent police officer, the premise is to be sober at all times in order to be worthy of the honorable responsibility.After all, Scotland Yard couldn't possibly be paying a drunkard anyway.

It’s just that it’s okay to relax once in a while—he can’t take care of it if something happens. It’s the limit to be able to discern the direction of Scotland Yard in this state, and the difficult task of catching prisoners is beyond his ability. up.

Besides, it doesn't matter if there is one less him.

Thinking this way, he took another sip of wine, trying to make himself forget something... As a result, because of the stimulation of alcohol, the past came to his mind one after another.

Lestrade put down the wine bottle irritably, and suddenly felt that he was too decadent in this state.

If he was seen by those bastards under his command... probably they would laugh behind his back for a whole year.

He exhaled in a sigh, with a strong smell of alcohol in his nostrils.He then covered his face with his hands sadly and held his breath.

Maybe it's time to quit drinking.

After walking out of the bar, the howling cold air suddenly hit his face, making Lestrade sneez uncontrollably.

And the moment he walked out, the camera hidden in the darkness turned slightly.

Lestrade rubbed his nose, looked around, trying to figure out the direction of his apartment in a dizzy state...

He was wrong.

In this state, it is really difficult to even find his own apartment, let alone Scotland Yard, which is five blocks away.

People in twos and threes behind him came out of the bar, passed by him, and ignored him.Lestrade hesitated whether to find someone to ask the way...

Someone stopped suddenly.

"Excuse me... are you Inspector Lestrade?"

The appearance of the man who was gradually approaching him became clearer under the streetlights, and Lestrade finally recognized the man's identity, "Why are you here, Simon, have you moved?"

"..." Daniel stopped in his tracks, subconsciously looking behind him.

Mr. Detective immediately relaxed, and casually stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders, "You came just in time, I need someone to lead me down now, please."

Daniel froze as he looked at a certain detective who was approaching in an instant.Then he smelled the alcohol smell from the inspector's body, and he gradually understood.

"Take me back to Scotland Yard..." the Inspector commanded.

"Now?" Daniel was puzzled, "Is there any urgent case?"

"Yes, go back to sleep." He subconsciously reached out and pointed to the south, "Let's go, that direction."

"..."

"Let's go." The inspector urged him while yawning. After taking a few steps forward, he accidentally lost his footing and fell backwards. The people around him immediately grabbed his arms and pulled him into his arms.

Looking at Lestrade who was close at hand, Daniel licked his lower lip, not knowing what to do now.The person in his arms looked drunk, and he didn't know where his apartment was——

"Then why don't you go to my residence first?" He lowered his head and asked.

Lestrade lowered his head and yawned. He seemed to have confirmed the identity of the person beside him, and became unguarded and drowsy.

And just at this moment, a small black car stopped in front of them.Anthea walked quickly from the car, walked straight towards the two of them, frowned and complained softly as the inspector said, "Why did you drink too much..." She then looked up and said to Daniel apologetically, "Hi, I'm Greg's family, he's really bothering you like this."

"It's okay, I'm Lestrade's colleague, and I happened to be passing by here." Daniel shrugged, and he helped Anthea place Mr. Inspector in the back seat of the little black car, "Then I'll go back first. "

"Mr. Slow Walk." Anthea waved at him.

At this time, Mycroft, who was in a suit and leather shoes, was sitting in the front seat. He turned his head and glanced at the sleepy inspector, then took a deep breath and said to the driver, "Drive."

——This is destined to be a difficult night, of course only for our McCoff officials.

In the tea room behind the Office of the Serious Case Investigation Team, the newcomer Harry stood nervously with his back to the wall, surrounded by three old members in front of him.

He had just been transferred to the Serious Crime Squad as a detective, and he was assigned to the most chaotic team in this legend.After hearing the tragic news, I almost resigned directly.Gather up the courage to report today - he is besieged here.

"You're very lucky..." the big Simon leaned against the table and stated to him, "You can join our team. Heybody, be happy. A depressed face is just like you are sad." He laughed and patted Harry's shoulder.

After Harry forced a smile, he found that he really couldn't laugh, "Yeah, I'm lucky..."

"What's your name?" Donovan asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Harry, Harry Field."

"Which department did you belong to before?" Donovan asked again.

"Land and District Patrol Department." As if noticing his trembling voice, Harry pushed down the big black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and cursed Fuck in his heart.

"You seem nervous?" Simon asked, frowning, his hands still on his shoulders.

"No, no." Harry smiled again with difficulty.

Edman also noticed it. He stood on the outermost edge and leaned against the glass door and asked, "Afraid?"

Simon's face suddenly darkened, and he lowered his head and asked in a rough voice, "What are you afraid of?"

"Of course it's you." Edman answered Harry bluntly.

Harry gave him a grateful look.

"Do you want to wrestle again?" Simon let go of his hand upon hearing this, and greeted Edman.

"That's enough." Donovan stopped him, and she walked out of the tea room first. Before going out, she turned her head and glanced at Harry, "Don't be afraid, we won't do anything to you."

Edman added comfort in time: "It's just that I have to practice wrestling from time to time in the future. Don't worry, it will be fine, and the pain will pass overnight."

Harry: "..."

Simon glanced at him and followed him out.

In the office, Ellie was sitting on the swivel chair with her chin resting bored, playing with Mr. Inspector's pen in her hand.

"It's strange, why hasn't the boss come here at this time today?" Edman asked puzzledly as he walked towards his desk.

Simon replied as a matter of course: "How do I know."

"I didn't ask you."

"I don't know either." Donovan spread his hands and said.

"I didn't ask you—"

Edman looked at Ellie and asked, "Boss, has he been to Scotland Yard?"

Ellie sighed, and said softly: "I don't know, I hope nothing happens to him, and the phone can't be contacted..."

"Strange thing." Edman shook his head and sighed again.

At this time, Lestrade, who had lost all contact with his subordinates, was lying on the bed in his apartment room. His arms were bare and exposed outside the dark blue quilt, and he was still fast asleep.

Standing by his bed, Mycroft reached over to button the top button of his coat.

He then bent down and pressed a kiss on Lestrade's mouth.

"Good morning, Greg."

Lestrade half-opened his eyes, and replied in a daze, "...good morning."