[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

There were not many people in the park, which undoubtedly made the three of them breathe a sigh of relief. After all, if there were many people, it would be difficult to find clues, and if any accident happened, it would cause great commotion.

"I'll go to the east to look for it." John thought for a while, "If there is any news about Sherlock, I will send you a text message."

Lance responded, and then walked in the opposite direction with Rhett.

Rhett: "Noah, Mr. Holmes..."

Lance slightly raised his head and looked at Rhett's hair, "He'll be fine, John is too worried about him, and he will put it on Sherlock if he gets hurt one out of ten thousand."

Rhett: "The way they get along is something I've never seen before."

"Maybe it's a good relationship." Lance took out his phone from his pocket, "Sherlock sent me a text message asking me about the latest developments here, let's go back after finding clues here."

Rhett froze for a moment, then asked, "When?"

"Probably when we were going out." Lance replied, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not joking with John or anything, it's just that some of my words caused misleading by saying that something might have happened to Sherlock at the beginning... besides It would be better for Sherlock to reach out to John, so worried that he ends up getting news from me sounds pretty frustrating doesn't it?"

Rhett frowned and said nothing.

"I read it from the information." Lance smiled at the little girl sitting on the park chair, "Each member of bau was relatively independent a long time ago, team, this word is rarely used in On her, and since I entered Bau, I have always relied on the team to solve the case." I put my finger on my temple, "Now it is too sad to rely on my own wisdom to intervene in some cases."

Rhett pursed his lips and looked around, "What should we pay attention to, Noah?"

Lance could hear that Reid didn't want to continue the current topic, so he continued according to his intentions, "There is no need to do anything, just wait for the clues to come to your door, I don't want to get involved in this case from the beginning, I am relatively It's not just social responsibility you're missing, Spencer, after all it's selfishness that's imprinted on my soul, as the craziest thing I've ever done is going to this damn place."

Rhett coughed dryly, "The police already know about this case, haven't they?"

"And Sherlock." Lance thought for a while, "This case shouldn't last too long."

Lance, who visited the whole park, finally got the latest clue they wanted, a bouquet of red roses from a blond child.

"Sir, someone asked me to give it to you." A big and bright smile appeared on the little boy's face, which could almost dispel the smog that filled London.

Lance's first reaction was to pack it in an evidence bag, but he thought that the perpetrator must be watching nearby. The flower language of red roses is passionate love. No matter what kind of heart the other party sent him, there was no one theme. Do not reveal that the other party is imagining a relationship, and if you make indecent actions, it is likely to irritate the other party.

"Thank you." After taking the flowers, Lance bent slightly and smiled at the little boy, "Very beautiful."

"I think it's pretty too!" The little boy smiled like a little sun, "I'm a gentleman!"

"Thank you, Mr. Gentleman." Lance continued, "Is the family nearby? Please send flowers."

"Yes." The little boy nodded, and then pointed to a couple not far away. A man and a woman were watching from afar.

Lance clearly felt Rhett breathed a sigh of relief.

After confirming that the little boy is safe now, Lance also touched the phone to talk to John, but it happened that the text message from John also arrived.

"'Sherlock sent me a text message to ask me to go back'" Lance read aloud, "It should be that he found something, which is good news, so Sherlock must have made his own considerations."

Rhett nodded, "Then we can go back now, and pretend that nothing will happen, and continue to eat dinner as if nothing has anything to do with us."

Lance paused, "I don't want to quarrel with you, Spencer, there's no point in arguing now."

"This is the only way for us to realize our cowardice and incompetence." Reid did not back down, "We can hand over the rest to the local police or other capable people. We are not omnipotent, but if it is Involving our own..."

"Noah, no matter what we have encountered, no matter where we are now, what we can do is to prevent the innocent people around us from being affected."

Lance sighed, "I shouldn't have let you watch Spencer from Hot Blood over there."

The feeling of carrying life is not good, but Lance is used to this feeling. The sins this time are added to the sins of the last time. Many detectives will use the people they have helped and rescued to give themselves peace. This can be their motivation and courage to continue.

The motivation for Lance to live with his sins is nothing more than to be able to live. This is the instinct and ability of human beings engraved on the bones.

"First of all." Lance turned on the computer, "Because this time is not a plan of Moriarty, so there is nothing to cover for us."

"This also means that we have to cooperate with a high-intelligence detective who is now fully engaged and highly concentrated. As for his attitude towards our sudden intervention, we don't know." Lance continued, "Anyway Yes, it is impossible for another Mr. Holmes to give us a convenient door in this regard. Our identities are sensitive, and it is very troublesome for Scotland Yard to detect that we are wrong."

Reid didn't speak, but looking at his serious face, it was obvious that he was not going to change his mind.

"At this time, I miss the omnipotent Garcia so much!" Lance sighed, the computer in front of him had already started up, he chose a folder on the disk and opened it, and rows of documents appeared, "A long time ago, I I was just thinking, if one day I suddenly disappear, people in future generations can still get to know me through my computer, maybe even in history..."

"These are diaries?" Reid had already walked over, standing next to Lance's left side, looking at the documents named by dates that appeared on the screen.

"Obviously." Lance shrugged. "You can read all the diaries in the past few days. In addition to the text, there are pictures attached."