[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

London is quite peaceful recently. Although the police detectives of Scotland Yard are still too busy to keep their feet on the ground, Sherlock, who is responsible for Baker Street's intelligence, is very idle.

Lance hadn't seen him for a long time, and it was a bit nostalgic to be honest.

Click on John's blog, the latest updated article is about a commission, a breakdown, a car and a tragic death of a traveler.

However, the story is not completely told, it just started to follow up the case from the perspective of an outsider.

John wrote in the update that he would discuss the truth of the case with his current partner, but the partner seemed not very interested.

Lance tilted his head and thought for a while, and called Rhett to watch John's Weibo together.

"Actually, I've read John's Weibo update this time, but I still have to go to the scene to have a say in the specific process. Just imaginary advancement may miss many important clues." Rui De said seriously, "And if Mr. Holmes obviously has an answer, John should come to us if he doesn't get what he wants."

Lance touched his chin and felt that what Reid said made sense, "So now we should think carefully about what is going on in this case? If John comes over, everything should be in time, you know I am in his eyes But someone who can be similar to Sherlock Holmes."

Rhett hesitated for a moment, then smiled a little shyly, stood up and walked into the bookstore.

Lance: "..."

Actually, the weather is not bad today?Lance thought so while looking out on the street, and then saw a black car passing by quickly.

Apart from Lestrade's police car, few cars can drive at such a speed on this street, and it is a car with an unfamiliar license plate.

I sincerely hope there is nothing to do with Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Whether there is any involvement is unknown for the time being, but since the last admirer incident, life has been calm, which makes Lance a little suspicious that Moriarty asked him to bring Rhett, who was later sent over, across the ocean to London Just to provide them with a honeymoon venue.

It's just ridiculous.

If that's the case, why was he hanging on his nerves every day a while ago? !funny?

Reid, who was sorting out the comic books, suddenly turned his head and saw his lover's raised eyebrows and lowered his eyes in a little helplessness. Although Noah told him the shocking secret last time, their relationship became stronger, but in the past two days Noah has obviously He has a lot of preoccupations, and he is not an empathetic person. He doesn't know how to help share his worries, and he is also anxious.

Lance couldn't help lighting a row of candles for his current entangled state, and continued to be his own bookstore owner with peace of mind. Troubles will always come to him when the time is up. To find troubles by himself is a brain flood.

Oh, except for Sherlock, trouble is one of the things he lives for.

Wait, is that going too far?Feel free to comment on the choreography of Sherlock Holmes or something.

The next day, Lance still couldn't see the follow-up development on John's Weibo, but he saw a report from the newspaper that Scotland Yard followed up the jewelry theft. The photo of the store entrance was published on the page. Although it was printed in black and white, it was unexpectedly handsome.

"Jewel theft." Lance tilted his head, "It looks... quite normal?"

"Not all cases are homicides." Reid was still holding a book, and the comic house is resting today.

Lance thought for a while and nodded in agreement, "Probably because all the cases I have encountered since I started dealing with them are bloody. It is rare to see such a 'fresh' case, but the life of the detective is not easy."

After all, when it comes to things like jewelry, the boss behind it should also have a big backstage and might put pressure on it.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door of Lance's house, and Lestrade stood outside the door with a serious expression.

"I swear this case has nothing to do with us at all, and we haven't contacted Sherlock recently." Lance explained quickly, and then tucked the gun behind his back.

Reed, who was pushed aside by Lance and motioned for silence: "..."

"Oh no." Lestrade gritted his teeth.

"So...do you need to come in and talk to us??" Lance looked at the unstoppable black marks under Lestrade's eyes, "You look like you haven't slept well for many days."

"Yes, thank you." Lestrade nodded and pressed his temple, "If, if you can get in touch with Sherlock, please make sure he gets in touch with me, damn it, I haven't been able to get through to his phone since yesterday Well, I have other things to do."

"Okay!" Lance nodded quickly, then closed the door.

Lying on the door with his ears upright, he heard Tan Chang's footsteps going away, so he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and put the gun in the drawer of the cabinet, "It scared me to come here without saying hello."

Reid's eyes wandered for a moment, "However, something big should have happened."

"En." Lance sat back on the sofa and flipped out the newspaper he had read in the morning, "I guess there must be something special missing there."

As for what was really lost, at least it was not written in the newspaper, but if it was really just an ordinary jewelry theft case, although it would take longer, Lestrade would not be in such a hurry to ask Sherlock for help. .

An honest police detective would actually come to Sherlock only when he was desperate. He didn't want to arrest Sherlock one day, and keeping him in contact with such cases was also a danger.

"W, now everyone in the world knows that we lost something." Sean Gray loosened his tie, "I said before that if anything happens in the store, I will see the incident as soon as possible Put it all on my desk! Instead of going to the police! God knows the cops only use their stupid brains when we put pressure on them!"

"But it has happened, my dear, and now the detective of Scotland Yard is still waiting to talk to you~" His black-haired female secretary walked behind him and stretched her slender arms around the man's waist, She hugged him from behind, drawing circles on the man's chest with one hand soothingly, "Isn't it just a few gems~ If it's a matter of reputation, we can do public relations to save it."

"Knock, knock, knock." The door was knocked three times.

The black-haired female secretary immediately let go of her arm, and the ambiguous smile on her face turned into a polite smile. She quickly opened the distance between herself and Sean, and when the door was completely opened and entered the field of vision, she seemed to be It is already the image of a gentle and responsible secretary.

"Hello." The female secretary raised her mouth slightly, and looked at Sean with a folder in her hand, "I will arrange the work." Then she nodded at the visitor, straightened her waist and walked out.