[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"Do we need to intervene to investigate?" Rhett put down the newspaper, "The police don't seem to have any clues."

"It's just that the incident happened suddenly. The deployment of the police will take a long time. In addition, this case seems to be a bit special, so even if there are any clues, the police will not easily tell the public." Lance stretched his waist, "Moria Dee did some tricks in it, and London is the base camp of his underground dynasty, so it’s not surprising that he is involved in any case.”

Rhett nodded, "I know that."

"I know you know." Lance picked up the words and smiled to himself, "You can't answer me, or we'll be in a dead end honey."

Rhett raised his brows lightly, but followed Lance's intentions and did not answer. Although the two had been together for a long time, the other party's mind was still a world that he could not control.

"But apart from this case, what makes me more concerned is what Sherlock is dealing with now." Lance smiled, "The incidents that will interest Sherlock are definitely not simple."

Rhett spread his hands, "Then why don't we just sit here and do nothing?"

"That's not true." Lance shook his head again. "If we really need us, someone will come to the door. Maybe it's Moriarty's arrangement."

While speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Lance opened the drawer in the living room and took out the gun. He walked to the door and saw the person through the cat's eyes. It was Lestrade again.

As usual, he hid the gun and opened the door. Lance assured that his smile was absolutely impeccable.

"dyou." The sheriff's expression was serious.

Lance turned his face slightly, "Or a friend."

"I'sorry" Lestrade blinked his eyes in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"It's not fair to say it's close." Lance turned sideways to make way, "I'm glad that we were alone when we came to your house, maybe we can already be counted as friends."

Lestrade obviously didn't think that Lance would say this, and he stuttered, "Of course, I mean of course, we are friends."

Then he came in.

Rhett went into the kitchen without stopping, and by the time Lestrade sat down on the sofa, he had already brought out the tea set.

Lestrade nodded, then noticed the newspaper on the table, and rubbed his temples as if he had a headache, "You are here too."

"After all, it's a recent big case." Lance smiled at Rhett, took the teapot and poured a cup for the sheriff, and poured it for himself and Rhett again, "Still no news from Sherlock?"

"No." Lestrade shook his head, "Sherlock was busy with other cases and couldn't get out, so he recommended you to me."

Lance raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Lestrade turned his head and shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, or Watson's recommendation."

"You know we're from country a?" Lance opened his mouth, "Let us intervene?"

Lestrade sighed, "I believe Sherlock, we also need help urgently."

"Sherlock?"

"Okay, there is another person."

The way to intervene in the case is much simpler than the two imagined. It may be worth counting how many people have contributed, but it is enough to make sure that they really need to intervene.

Because of the robbery, the air around the jewelry store seemed to be full of tension. After getting out of the police car, there were still some people watching around the jewelry store.

Lance left and right, and suddenly asked, "If this case is the jewelry store itself..."

Lestrade blinked, "You mean insiders?"

"No, although the idea is a bit despicable, once the theft and the police attach great importance to it, it will give the public the illusion that the jewelry in this store is very beautiful and they are being peeped at, and the jewelry store is not just a place to sell jewelry. The place where jewelry is stored for customers, in a practical sense, if it is stolen, it will not damage the reputation of the jewelry store, but it is equivalent to a free large-scale real advertisement." Lance touched his chin, "The police should rule this out first."

Lestrade coughed dryly, "We're doing it."

"Is the security guard there that night?" Rhett turned his face, "I want to ask a few questions."

"I remember that I have given you the transcript. Is there anything missing?" Lestrade said, but still pointed in the direction, "There."

"It's similar to Sherlock's method. You can tell if he's hiding something through dialogue." Lance explained, "Spenser can be said to be an expert."

"Mind reading?" Lestrade moved his lips, but he didn't delve into it too deeply, "I've heard of some, but the Scotland Yard police are the ones who have the right to speak, and there are actually very few foreign aids like Sherlock. rare."

"Who says it's not? After all, it's rare for detectives to intervene in police cases like in TV dramas."

"Those TV dramas where the detective is the protagonist?" Lestrade continued, "The police don't like that very much. In those dramas, the IQ of the police is basically below that of ordinary people and they have inexplicable hostility towards the protagonist. This is not good."

Lance gave Lestrade a deep look.

Anbao is a middle-aged man in his 50s. His hairline is a bit touching but he looks very strong. Anbao's arms wrapped in wealth are a little tight.

"Mr. Seth, we have a few questions we want to ask you." Lestrade spoke first and waved his hand to let the police officer who was talking to the security guard leave.

"Any more questions?" Mr. Seth's tone was a little impatient.

Rhett swallowed, "Well, if possible, did anything different happen that night?"

"The jewelry was stolen?" Seth said with a sneer, "It's out of my control, and I don't even know when it disappeared."

"Maybe it's a sound you heard suddenly while you were touring with a flashlight, or maybe it was a vague black shadow, or maybe it was when your wife called you to check on the guard." Lance blinked, "Or maybe Um ate pizza when you spilled your coffee to clean up in the bathroom."

Seth frowned, "It seems that Mr. Police already has my whereabouts under control, so why do you want to ask me?"

"I'm not a cop." Lance shrugged.

Seth also shrugged his shoulders, "What does this have to do with me." He glanced around and glanced at Lance and Rhett again, and then took a slight breath, "Listen, although I'm just a security guard , but I have been very cooperative with the police, I can assure you that I have not missed any clues, those jewels seem to disappear out of thin air, and there are surveillance videos, I can guarantee that no one stays in front of that door Pass."

"ok~"

Lance did not continue to ask, but nodded to Lestrade.

Lestrade probably knew that it was all right, and he also greeted the two of them and walked into the jewelry store.

"Sherlock told me about the deduction method, and you used a similar one just now?"

"It's not that advanced. The basic deductive method is biased towards the facts, and the truth of the whole thing is built up from the details. What we use is biased towards human psychology, inferring the psychological characteristics of the relevant personnel from the method of the case, and of course the police's attention. The criminal’s gender, age group, occupation, race, and recent developments.” Lance pondered for a while, “Maybe you can really recruit some police officers with relevant experience and skills, after all, as far as I know, such talents are very important for solving crimes.” Very helpful."

Lestrade licked his lips and did not answer.

"What does he know?" Rhett pursed his lips. "He didn't intend to hide it. He already told everything he knew, but he didn't tell him what he kept secret."

"Yes." Lance agreed, "This is not a conflict. The police have nothing to do with cooperating with the police but secretly holding on to important clues."

Lestrade nodded, "I will let my colleagues pay attention to his whereabouts."

"What about the owner of the jewelry store? What's his attitude?"

"The attitude towards the police is very urgent, but at the beginning they were not willing to cooperate with the investigation. They just said that it was the fault of the jewelry store itself. The reason for the police to expand the investigation is because the stolen jewelry happened to be booked by a more important person and they didn't want to stop there. " Lestrade was helpless, "But after actually getting involved in the investigation, I found out that the case is very difficult."

"Just like what the security guard said, nothing special happened and there was surveillance, but in the blink of an eye, the warehouse on the second floor was opened. After the security guard found out, he called the police, and then the person in charge came and checked and found that there were jewelry. Missing, it is worth mentioning that it was 23:[-] when the door was found open."

"The door opened by itself? It's not the traditional time to go up after five o'clock." Lance asked.

"We'll find out when we go to the police station together later." Lestrade replied.

Although there were some crowds of onlookers standing outside the jewelry store, there were not many customers inside the jewelry store. There were several ladies carefully selecting jewelry in front of each small counter, and a few police officers came upstairs after passing the merchandise area. Stand in front of the door pulled up with a yellow seal.

Although it was strictly guarded, the evidence-gathering personnel inside had obviously finished their work and were packing up equipment.

"We've spent a long time in this small room, and the place where the dust can almost stick has been rolled away." The old acquaintance of Sherlock who spoke, Anderson, who has always had a lot of opinions, but his current expression knows that even without Sherlock He's always had a lot of opinions, too," he said.

hey, who are these two?

As far as I know they aren't even native British. "

"You have national discrimination?" Lance folded his arms.

"I don't want to make things worse, but I still have to declare that I am not." Anderson turned to Lestrade, "Don't say it was Sherlock's idea."

"It's a suggestion from above." Lestrade shrugged his shoulders, "Let's talk about our findings."

Anderson nodded, "We have already conducted comparative tests on the footprints on the site and some fine debris, but unfortunately nothing was found. In fact, most of the footprints that appeared on the site belonged to the staff here. , They were all here when we were here, and the scene was not well protected.” Anderson was helpless, “Yesterday and today were almost spent looking for Xiaoxi, which is a waste of time. It is worth mentioning that the safe has been blocked. Prying marks, but the password entered was correct according to the manager, and there were no fingerprints on it."

Red isn't very good at talking to people with a bad tone, which makes him more nervous, although it doesn't affect his thinking, so he runs to the broken safe by himself while Anderson is talking. up.

Bending down to observe the prying marks carefully, he suddenly turned his head, "The direction of this mark is left-handed."

Lance listened distractedly, thinking that it would be better for him to send his thoughts to another world.