[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

John came in a hurry, but besides the dumplings he brought for Lance, he also brought a copy for himself.

"God knows there's such a thing as 'vinegar', and what's even more puzzling to me is that the boss actually gave me a small packet of reads;!" John complained while untying the lunch box, "I've bought dumplings for Sherlock a few times, But he didn't eat it all, and didn't use 'vinegar'."

"Cultural differences." Lance took out the disposable chopsticks in the takeaway bag, "But I remember that you also need to use chopsticks to eat sushi."

John hesitated for a moment and didn't continue, "Listen, I didn't tell Sherlock when I went out."

"Are you ready to stay away from your king? Although I know it's impossible." Lance seemed to be amused by the joke he said.

"I don't like your joke about the king." John parted his chopsticks. "I'm just worried about him."

"I apologize." Lance sighed. "I hope you will be like me one day."

"What?" John was stunned for a while, as if thinking about the meaning of Lance's words, "Can you get closer to people's hearts, blend in with the crowd?"

"I thought you knew for a long time that Sherlock can actually blend into the sea of ​​people faster than anyone else."

"As long as he wants." John nodded.

Rhett poked at the dumplings in the lunch box, "I'm still not used to this kind of thing."

"My dear, you can put them on a plate and eat them by dividing them with a knife and fork. They are all dough and meat stuffing anyway." Lance said and stood up, ready to go to the back to get the tableware.

"I have already learned to use chopsticks." Rhett frowned.

"Of course you learned it." Lance couldn't deny it. "You are the most capable person I have ever seen."

"Excuse me." John coughed dryly, "I think I came here because you said there might be progress."

"You're right." Lance nodded, "Our mutual communication will promote the development of the case, disrupt the thinking of the admirer, and let it show its feet."

"?it"

"After all, we don't know whether the other party is a man or a woman, and this kind of thing happened to me. As the person involved, I don't want to treat the other party as a human being. In a sense, it can be said to destroy my rare experience of sitting on the sea A moment of peace on the precarious bamboo raft." Lance walked into the counter.

John looked puzzled, so he turned his puzzled eyes to another smart person present, "I didn't understand this metaphor."

"Obviously." Reid agreed, "Noah's grasp of vocabulary is different." If you really want to explain it, it is very troublesome, so it is obviously very correct to pretend that you don't know anything at this time choose.

After a while, Lance came out with the dinner plate. Reid pouted, but still took the tableware, put the dumplings in the lunch box into the dinner plate, and ate them carefully with chopsticks.

Lance: "..."

John reached out and took the fork to poke the dumpling in the lunch box, and then sent it to his mouth.

Lance looked at this and that, and suddenly sighed, "It seems that you get along well."

"At least we have a common language just now." John smiled, "We can't understand your analogy reads;."

Coughing dryly, Lance said, "Lestrade's people have been in my store all morning, and Rhett and I have paid careful attention to it. So far, there has been no change. What I want to know is where is Sherlock? Is there anything unusual?"

"When he is generally abnormal, it seems to me to be very normal." John complained.

"No matter what you do, there will be clues. For Sherlock, if he behaves normally, doesn't it mean that he is covering up something?"

"You're so smart." John scowled, "but did you ever think that if he was acting like this on purpose to mislead us? I mean Sherlock was very excited about this case, and everyone around He jumped into action when he was worried about him, and on more than one occasion, he did some dangerous things without telling us, and the reason is no wonder that our worry will cause him to miss many adventures. Believe me, he prefers to go alone, and the assistant No trace can be left in the temples of his mind."

"He will take care of himself. After all, he has grown so big and offended so many people, he is still alive and kicking." Lance comforted.

The two sides did not find anything amiss after simple ventilation, at least the suspect was still quiet in the morning of the first day.

"It's inevitable. It takes time for people's emotions to change." Reid said, "Mark is here again." He looked into the store.

It is already past three o'clock in the afternoon. According to the usual schedule, the comic shop will close at around 04:30. According to Lance, it is nothing more than more time to enjoy a short and peaceful life.

Lance turned his head and looked in the direction indicated by Reid. Sure enough, he saw the young man in the morning. Perhaps he had sensed something. Mark raised his head to meet Lance's gaze, then scratched his head shyly and smiled. Also a little shy.

Lance smiled back with a very complicated mood, and then thanked that his Spencer's EQ is not very high, and he is also very rational, so he shouldn't be awkward about this kind of thing.

Then he heard Rhett coughing dryly.

"Honey, do you feel sick and need some water?" Lance asked. "I heard that there is a good pizza. How about we have steak tonight?"

"Which one do I need to go back to?" Rhett replied, "And isn't this the time of the year?"

Lance looked at Mark who was walking over with a book, "Even in times of crisis, we have to eat. How can I help you?"

Mark raised the book in his hand and looked at Reid, "I want to ask, I haven't seen the next episode of this book there, can you find it for me if I want to buy it?"

Lance held out his hand, "Please let me have a look."

Mark handed over the book as promised.

"I'll look for it." Lance looked carefully at the cover. "It shouldn't have been borrowed, but are you sure you really want to buy it? The cost of renting is much cheaper than buying it."

"I like this book very much." Mark scratched his hair again, "However, just ask the clerk to find it for me, after all, he has been standing here since just now."

Lance: "..."

Rhett pursed his lips.

"Maybe it has been borrowed." Lance continued, "After all, I have too many books here, and I have a copy in my warehouse. If you don't mind, can you come again tomorrow?"

Mark grinned, as if he was very satisfied with the result, "Then it's really great, I asked you to bother to reads;."

"Hands up."

Watching the young man walk out of the bookstore, Lance narrowed his eyes, "Do you think he is a simple admirer or a trap set by the suspect?"

"No matter which one it is, I think we all need to look it up." Rhett stared, "It seems that I am really not suitable for such a job."

Lance agrees.

"Just now he stuffed the second volume under the bookshelf." Sudden Red added.

Lance pondered for a while, "I'll go back tonight and make a sign, 'The owner has a lover' hanging on the door, will I be accused of cruelty to animals?"

"??"

Not surprisingly, Lestrade visited Lance's house again at night. What was a little surprising was that he brought some new information.

"The police station received a warning letter at around ten o'clock in the afternoon." He didn't seem to be in a good mood, "It was delivered directly to my office desk, but none of the police officers outside noticed anything suspicious. People have entered my office."

"I thought you weren't going to tell us that, about the case."

Lestrade shrugged, "After dealing with Sherlock for so long, at least I understand that you must be frank when talking to smart people." He paused, "The letter has been sent to the identification department for identification, I just said that I want to know if there is anything unusual today. Our people were exposed on the first day. This is not good news. I am even wondering if it is our internal people..."

"Or maybe the suspect did this on purpose, making you suspicious of your colleagues and at the same time disturbing the police's sight?" Lance grinned suddenly, "Speaking of which, although the package Sherlock and I received last time was in Miss Amber's They were inspected there, did the police 'save' them?"

"Of course those evidences are already with us!" Lestrade said as a matter of course, "Is there any problem?"

"No, I just care a little bit." Lance lowered his head, "But from what you just said, Sheriff, it seems that the 'admirers' haven't sent letters to the police station before? Or that they haven't threatened the police before? "

"them?"

"Oh, they." Lance corrected.

Lestrade's eyeballs rolled, "It is indeed different from before, at least there has never been a situation where a 'worshipper' hunts down two prey at once, so to speak, it seems to be... "The sheriff's eyes lit up, but his tone became firm, "A 'admirer', a suspect who tried to replace the 'admirer', they are fighting, and the reason for warning us may be dissatisfaction with the police intervening between them fight."

He stood up. "I have to go."

Lance nodded in understanding, and stood up, "Now I'm going to find Sherlock."

There was a faint smile on the corner of the sheriff's mouth, but he pretended to be serious, "Yes, since the case has progressed, I have to remind Sherlock to be more careful."

Looking at the sheriff's back in high spirits, Lance twitched the corners of his mouth, and turned to look at Reid who had been making the background board, "Spencer, I need to go out, I probably won't be back tonight."