[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

No matter what season it is, the nights in London are chilly. Lance pulled up his coat and walked on the streets of London without any scruples.

He stopped at the end of Baker Street and tapped on the rear window of a black car parked on the side of the road.

The car window lowered slowly, revealing a beautiful face, "hello?"

"Okay."

"Please get in the car." The woman pursed her lips and smiled.

Lance nodded and got into the car from the other side of the car.

"This is what you want." When Lance was done, the woman raised her chin slightly, and the car drove forward immediately.

Lance took the document bag handed over by the woman, opened it, flipped through it a little bit, and suddenly chuckled, "Your progress is much faster than ours."

The woman lowered her head and kept pressing on the keyboard of her mobile phone, "Yes."

"It feels like everyone is playing games with him." Lance sighed, "What will happen if you suddenly interrupt at this time?"

The woman paused her fingers and slowly raised her head, "The boss loves him, I haven't tried it yet during my tenure."

"You have to let the children understand that the world is dangerous." Lance smiled viciously.

"This is the boss's business." The woman tilted her head, not intending to express her opinion.

"Well, maybe this is also a way to contain it." Lance thought about it again, "It shouldn't be a problem to send this information to Lestrade."

"Well." The woman nodded, "Since it has been given to you, the right to dispose of it is with you, sir, but we also want what we want."

"Really...?"

The car drove on the street and stopped after a long time.

The woman smiled politely at Lance, then lowered her head again to look at her cell phone.

Lance opened the car door and walked out. He walked around the front of the car and looked up at the building in front of him.

He has also been here before, with Sherlock, and sent the heart he received here.

Lance lowered his face, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly. He didn't want to deliberately hide anything now. After all, the night in London is so heavy, it's so thick that people can't breathe. Events involving similar lives are always tormenting the heart. The heart is a very fragile place. , even if it is surrounded and protected by the chest cavity, the threat of stabbing from the outside may be avoided, but the pain spreading from the inside cannot be relieved no matter what.

He was never a savior.

The doors of the hospital were left open, and the interior was even brightly lit, as lights are always on in this kind of place.

He went up to the third floor with ease, where the corpses and some important 'objects' that had been tested were stored. Lance's pace was unhurried.

"Hello." The blond girl walking towards me was a little cautious.

"Hello." Lance raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Jasmine swallowed, "I want to help you guys. Mr. Holmes has already contacted me."

Lance nodded.

"Although, although I'm easy to show flaws." The young girl suddenly smiled wryly, "But I've always been extremely nervous in front of Sherlock, and he's used to it."

Lance shrugged, "I didn't mean to keep Sherlock from knowing."

Jasmine blinked, "But Mr. Holmes..."

"If he doesn't notice it himself, there's no need for us to speak." Lance pursed his lower lip, "We can go now."

"Of course!" Jasmine suddenly became excited, perhaps this girl already had an idea in her heart.

The hair and blood sent by Sherlock were well preserved, and Jasmine was very careful. Although they had already been tested, she thought it was very important to preserve the important evidence before the case was completely solved.

Lance looked at the glass jar containing blood that had just been taken out of the heat preservation room. The blood was already showing signs of turning black, and the hair was in good condition, but lost its luster a little.

"It's been a long time." Jasmine explained.

"I know." Lance's eyes swept over the two, but his heart suddenly settled down, without a name.

Jasmine didn't know what happened, but she was suddenly surrounded by an embrace, and then she was let go again. The smile on the corner of the handsome man's mouth in front of her didn't hide, as if something great had happened.

Thinking of Sherlock's usual state when he sees a corpse, is this what these smart people will look like when they see a corpse? !

Have to say, kind of scary!

The kind-hearted Jasmine twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and even swallowed quietly before asking, "Did anything good happen?"

Lance nodded, then shook his head again, "It's both good and bad, it's hard to tell, but I'm really happy now."

"so?"

"So I decided to change my plans for tonight!" Lance smiled, "Thank you for your company tonight."

"You're welcome."

The black car outside the hospital was still parked there, and Lance sighed after getting into the car, "I'm sorry."

The woman's eyes glanced at Lance, "We just want to know what we want to know."

"Maybe you'll have a 'gift' from him." Lance shrugged.

Lance didn't return home until it was slightly dawn, and Rhett leaned on the bed to read a book, which had already been read countless times.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Lance buried himself in the quilt and fell asleep, while Rhett held the pages of the book for a long time.

John knocked on the door of Lance's house at around four o'clock in the afternoon. Reid was preparing dinner in the kitchen, a simple and convenient dinner. He opened the door after seeing that it was John.

John smiled politely, "Dr. Rhett, I'm looking for Lance."

Rhett turned sideways to let John into the room, and coughed unnaturally when he thought of what happened last night, "Lance is sick, and he is still sleeping."

John then asked worriedly, "I can simply show him."

Rhett turned around, not letting John see his expression, "Well, I've already taken the medicine, it's just a common cold, he doesn't like injections very much."

Only then did John breathe a sigh of relief. He sat on the sofa and adjusted his posture. He didn't spend many times alone with Rhett, and the two of them were also a little awkward. sound.

"Actually, I went to the manga house this morning to look for you, but you were not here, and I didn't reply to Lance's text message. Sherlock happened to have something to do and I couldn't leave, so I came here now." John still explained.

"En." Reid responded, and put the water glass in front of John, "It's the morning news, right, I saw it too."

This morning, a young man in his 20s was roughly tied up and thrown at the gate of the Scotland Yard Police Station. He was found by the guard on duty. However, in his arms was a file bag, which recorded in detail the recent headaches for the Scotland Yard Police. The criminal evidence of the 'worshipper'.

And all kinds of evidence show that this young man who was tied up and thrown here turned out to be an 'admirer'.

Big case solved.

"Sherlock is going crazy, he doesn't think that person is an 'admirer'." John was helpless.

"The simplest reason is age." Reed continued, "But at this age, he seems to be the successor of the original 'admirer', so there is nothing wrong with him being an admirer."

"But the police have stopped the case, declared it solved, and held a reception at noon." John shook his head, "I want to discuss with Lan... you know, nothing can stop Sherlock."