[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Rhett sorted out the accurate information while flipping through the diary, and quickly printed them out.

Lance watched Rhett stuff the stack of papers into the file bag with gloves on, and thought that it could be salvaged again, so he coughed.

Rhett: "?"

"...it's better to leave it directly to Scotland Yard."

Rhett: "Of course I want to hand it over to the police. If Mr. Holmes wants it, he can come and get it directly."

"I don't want to show that person my diary!"

The final solution was that Lance made a phone call to Lestrade. The Scottish sheriff obviously had a good impression of an 'acquaintance' who had grasped Sherlock's whereabouts to a certain extent and was in a neutral position. After the phone was connected, his tone was also good.

"Hello?"

"Sheriff." Lance looked down at his fingers, "I think I'm involved in a bad case and Sherlock is also related. If it's not troublesome, can the sheriff come to me? After I understand the situation here, the sheriff can go directly to Sherlock to follow up."

Lestrade solemnly looked down at the printed paper in his hand, feeling extremely heavy.He already had a bad premonition when he received a call from John Peanut during the day, but he didn't say much about it when he went to tell McCoff. He just asked him to continue protecting Sherlock, and wanted to ask Sherlock directly. Of course, he had already seen the end when this idea appeared in his mind.

He was clearly mentally prepared, but he still suffered a heavy blow.

"Let's be honest." Lestrade considered his words carefully. "No accident, the police will protect you around you in the next two weeks. This case is quite special."

"Can we find out what kind of 'special' it is?" Rhett asked, "Because, because we are the parties after all, we want to understand what kind of incident we are in and can protect ourselves."

Lestrade nodded, "If you weren't friends with Sherlock, I might still choose to hide it. It's really for your own good."

"Because Sherlock's friends are more receptive, so we can understand?" Lance joked, "You seem to know a little about this case, has a similar case happened before, or Or to be more straightforward, this is serial killing..."

"Yes, yes." Lestrade spread his hands, "We've been hunting 'The Adorer' for three years."

"Oh! 'Worshiper'!"

"In addition to the media, we are also accustomed to using some nicknames to replace certain people internally." Lestrade explained, "The files are not allowed to be shown to you. 'Worshipers' will sacrifice some people every time they commit a crime. Take out Their livers or whatever. Oh, and of course before he acts he'll pick his 'idol' and give some part of the victim to the 'idol' like a fanatic."

"Then can I guess that the 'admirer' will kill the 'idol' in the end because of a failed courtship?"

"It's true, the 'Idol' will be killed half a month after receiving his 'gift' from the very beginning." Lestrade rubbed his brows, "That's why I said to send the police to protect you, One of you received a 'gift', and Sherlock's involvement in the investigation may indeed arouse the resentment of the 'admirers', did he do something?! Challenge the 'admirers'?"

Lance couldn't bear to look at the poor sheriff. In fact, according to general or higher standards, Lestrade is already a very qualified sheriff. His IQ is higher than that of ordinary people. In life, he will listen to other people's opinions, and he also has a very strong sense of justice.

The only downside is that he has a man named Mycroft Holmes on top of him, and he has to take care of a cat named Sherlock Holmes.

"You need to ask the Sheriff for the information from Sherlock. After all, we feel that although the people we met are very similar, they are not the same person." Lance looked at Lestrade who had been stunned, very Calmly smashed the sheriff's last psychological defense, "Although I don't know what method you used to prevent the omnipotent Sherlock from knowing the existence of a criminal like 'Adorer', but I also know that now a suspected 'Worshiper' The 'predators' have gotten Sherlock's attention by giving them 'gifts'."

"Oh!*!" Lestrade looked as if he could jump up and fight Sherlock immediately.

The next day, Lance and Rhett went to open the door of the comic book house as usual, without any nervousness.

In Lance's mind, there is actually the most effective way to deal with this so-called 'admirer', and that is - to carry (gang) head-on!Don't be cowardly!Although he is timid and afraid of death, it is not alarmist that he can overthrow a team by himself!

After sorting out the comics in the comic house, it was past ten o'clock in the morning. Lance made a pot of coffee as usual, and then looked at the two police officers who had been lurking in the shop since the morning to 'protect' them.

The two police officers were dressed in casual clothes and pretended to be big boys. They seemed to be very unfriendly, but they were a little absent-minded when they stood in front of the bookshelf and flipped through the books at first.

Lance looked up and found that they were standing under the label of Japanese girl comics. He silently crossed the two police officers in his heart, and then continued to drink his coffee.

More than 20 minutes later, Lance put the coffee cup into the sink and sat back to find a boy in a pullover standing in front of the counter. His eyes were deep and beautiful, but his expression seemed a little embarrassed.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Lance skillfully put on a smile, he had some impression of this boy.

The boy stretched out the fingers of his right hand and scratched his nose, "Well, that, I borrowed a book here the day before yesterday."

"Did something happen?" Lance understood.

"It's like this, my sister likes that book very much, it's really good!" the boy said anxiously, "but I'm sorry she accidentally tore the book, I was thinking, can I take that book away?" Buy the book."

"Of course." Lance nodded, opened the drawer and took out a leather bag book from it, "Let me see, Mark, the title of the book is "xxx""

"Hey!" Mark's eyes widened, "You remember me?!"

"This is also one of my rare strengths." Lance continued to write a line of words with a pen.

Mark turned his head and seemed to be reading the words written by Lance, "I always thought you were just sitting here drinking coffee. From morning to night, many things were done by the guys in your store."

Lance raised his eyebrows, "Because my buddy is much better than me."

"Hehe." Mark laughed dryly, "You look different from others."

"En." Lance nodded, and pushed the book in front of Mark so that he could see the words on the book.

Mark froze for a moment, then took out a paper note from his pocket and put it on the notebook.

"So I'm the boss." Lance closed the book with the money, clipped the money in the book, and stuffed it back into the cabinet, "If you need it, you can read other books, after all, the last time you borrowed The book has a sequel."

"...uh, a sequel, oh!" Mark scratched his hair. "God knows I really liked that book! It would be great if there was a sequel!"

"En." Lance nodded, watching the big boy walk into the bookstore with an annoyed look, "I think my charm is the wrong gender."

There was a slightly stiff smile on the corner of Reid's mouth, "You know the probability of men with higher education in the UK falling in love with the same sex..."

"Very high." Lance interrupted Rhett with a wave of his hand unceremoniously, "I'm a little worried when I say it."

Rhett followed Lance's gaze, and the boy named Mark was picking out books, but his eyes flicked over from time to time, his brows were frowned, and he was a little confused about what he was thinking now.

"I'm more worried about the future of Scotland Yard than the people close to me." Lance rubbed his forehead, "Not long ago, two Scotland Yard police officers were successfully fascinated by the nerd culture, such as comics ah……"

Reid turned his head and looked at the two police officers with ecstasy, just like they were looking at cartoons like tigers and tigers.

Lance continued what he said just now, "I just can't understand what is written on it, but the bad nature of men is still concentrated on girls." Then he was a little uncertain, "But since it's a girl comic, maybe I still care more about it. handsome boy?"

Rhett: "..."

At noon, the two police officers who had plunged into the comic world seemed to have regained their conscience as police officers. They said hello and said goodbye to Lance and Red as if they were customers, and went to lunch. They were replaced by two other police officers.

...It feels like it has harmed generations of people.

"I don't seem to have told them that I usually close the store and go out for lunch at noon?" Lance said to Rhett, "Would it be very rude if I drive people away now?"

Rhett pursed his lips.

"Maybe I can send John a text message and ask him to bring us two sandwiches. I don't want to eat other British dishes of unknown origin." Lance raised his eyebrows and suggested, "Although there may be a Sherlock Holmes, but I think it is A great offer!"

"It's up to you to decide." Reid shrugged his shoulders to express his indifference, "But if Mr. Holmes wants to come over, we should not be eating sandwiches."

"Ah... I heard that the restaurant around the corner sells dumplings!" Lance thought for a while and took out his phone while thinking about it and sent a text message to John. "A different schedule than usual is a signal to the 'admirers' who are paying attention to me."

"Yes." Reid raised his chin slightly, "We changed our schedule because of it, which means that we have given it enough attention, which will satisfy it at this stage, and it will make a further move Come closer to us. Although I don't agree with using victims as bait."

"But for us to say that this is the easiest and fastest way, even the top dancers will get a little out of step because of the sudden acceleration of the rhythm, we need to be safe critics." Lance's mouth hooked Hook shook his phone in a good mood, "Sherlock won't come, John will still bring us dumplings, and I remind him to ask the boss for vinegar! In exchange, we can tell him about our current progress."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the two new police officers who had begun to read books a little bored, "I hope Lestrade won't trouble me in the future."