[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Police officer Sally was finally unable to take charge of the case, because the case was taken away by Joyner from another team.

Sally had already been notified to take over the case, but now she was furious at having her beard cut off temporarily.

She put a stack of files in front of Lestrade, "How long will this woman stay at Scotland Yard?"

Lestrade sighed, "This still depends on her own intention, but the above also said that she will not be here for long."

"That's right." Sally took a deep breath, "I'll continue to follow up on the jewelry store case."

"Okay." Lestrade nodded.

When Sally left aggressively, Lestrade sighed again, and then explained, "This is not the first time Joyner has done this, she is a very strong and responsible woman, and the case of missing children It's by far the better choice for her." He was a more traditional British man, and now he felt a little ashamed to judge a lady on the back, but he continued, "While you are at Scotland Yard, It is very possible to meet her, so it is better not to conflict with her."

It sounds like this lady is not easy to get along with, after all, even the good old sheriff's evaluation faintly reveals such information.

Lance nodded to show he was listening.

"So this case?" Rhett was more concerned about the case than whether Joyner got along well.

"It's not our case anymore." Lestrade said helplessly, "Joyner will settle it properly." He raised his head, Lance's eyes narrowed, and said with a meaningful expression, "Are you What expression, what I said is true, our team is under a lot of pressure, and now is not the time to worry about it, the important thing now is to solve this case as soon as possible and save the children."

"You're right, Sheriff." Lance smiled, "So you're the Sheriff now~"

But unfortunately, it is estimated that he can only be the sheriff. If he climbs a little higher, he will probably be affected by politics anyway, such as Strauss, such as Anna.

No matter what kind of determination people have in nature, when they are in politics, they will be timid and formalistic in doing things, and many things have become helpless.

It is equivalent to spending a day at the police station for food and coffee. When they returned home at night, both of them were not in good spirits. Other useful information, and other cases are also in charge of special personnel, if they are rashly discarded, it will affect the police's handling of the case.

"I know there should be a conspiracy behind the jewelry." Reid, who was lying on the bed and came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, suddenly said.

Rhett paused with his hand wiping his hair, but didn't mean to answer.

"Keep the door on," Lance said again.

"Hmm." Reid reached out and closed the bathroom door, "Don't even think about going to the corpse."

Lance was not surprised that Rhett would say that. Since he knew what his eyes could do, Rhett would always pay attention to these things than he was nervous about himself, and unexpectedly tough.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that serious men are attractive. At least in Lance's eyes, Spencer, who is wiping his messy hair with a towel but has a serious and serious expression, is simply handsome!

However, the serious and handsome gentleman can only show such a side when the two of them are alone. Lance feels a little pity and a little happy when he thinks about it.He quickly tensed his face, turned sideways and pretended to sleep.

Reid dried his hair and fell asleep beside Lance. After a long time, he stretched out his arms and slowly hugged Lance's waist, vaguely wrapping him in his arms.

Lance's eyelids twitched, but he fell asleep without opening them.

Sherlock knew.

Sherlock knew that Lestrade had a big case in his hands, but Lestrade didn't want to ask him for help because he had already found other helpers.

"Sherlock! You try to shoot again! The wall was repaired just last month! The water pipes are blown by you!" John felt like he was about to explode, and it was really embarrassing to have such a bad roommate. Minutes in hell!

Sherlock moved his eyes reluctantly, and John sneered with his already clenched fists, and put the gun in his hand aside.

John immediately stepped forward to pick up the gun and put it in the drawer.

"You learned from Lance." Sherlock spoke in a lazy tone, as if he had no energy.

John keenly heard the dissatisfaction in Sherlock's tone, but he himself was too angry to comfort the older bear child, "I just think safety is very important, don't forget that you were in the hospital the day before yesterday and almost went to see the goddamn God! "

"Oh--"

John breathed a sigh of relief, "What's the matter with you?"

It was Sherlock's flat, calm eyes that answered John.

"Can't you rest quietly at home for a while? Don't worry us!" John put away his gun, walked back to the sofa and sat down, "You can continue your experiment, the soot from last time..."

Sherlock finally had a gleam in his eyes, and he raised his chin arrogantly, "You should have more of these, it will make your little brain move."

John: "..." Will have to wrench Sherlock's head off before his little brain moves.

But Sherlock looks like a noble cat now, John didn't hit him any more high.

Seeing that John didn't refute him, Sherlock hooked his mouth.

John didn't ask Sherlock why he was smiling anymore, but just sighed in his heart, it seemed that Sherlock's vanity was quite strong.

"You are very close." But before John could relax for a long time, Sherlock suddenly regained his original thoughts, "What case are you hiding from me? Of course you will keep it from me. I just came out of the hospital. Everyone thinks it's dangerous, yes, you guys think I'm going to put myself in danger, especially that fat guy who always thinks he's smarter than me and can control everything about me!"

John: "..."

Sherlock glanced at the indifferent John out of the corner of his eye, "What's the big news near the police? Why didn't they come to me? Scotland Yard's IQ is not likely to rise to a level that I don't know in a few days, so they have With help, oh~"

"what?"

"Huh?" Sherlock turned his head.

"You haven't been out at all, haven't you? Scotland Yard is very peaceful. Sherlock, haven't you gotten out of the last case?" John licked his lips, trying to sound believable, but poor The doctor didn't dare to look into the eyes of the man next to him.

The corner of Sherlock's mouth ticked slightly, but he quickly suppressed it, "I woke up this morning and I tweeted for a while, and some guests near the manga house said that the manga house was not open, and Lance and his lover would not The business has not been opened for several days, and Lestrade is also very busy. I also found that Lance and his lover appeared in the police station together. The reason for them to appear in the police station is nothing more than the IQ of the Scottish goldfish. The case, and it lasted for a few days, must be an interesting case."

John: "Sherlock, courtesy of Key, allow me to remind you."

"Hmm~"

"Squeeze your raised chin, and 'Lance's Lover', can't you call people's names properly?"

Sherlock pursed his lips, "An interesting case is not in my hands, b!"

John stood up subconsciously, and made a gesture to run in the direction of the drawer where the gun had just been fired.

Sherlock stared at him coldly.

John sat back on the sofa heavily, now he heard Sherlock say 'b' and subconsciously hid the gun, the nicotine patch and the violin, these three things, one would make Mrs. Hudson at a loss, and the other would make Sherlock delirious Not sure, and one that would make him want to do something that would leave Mrs. Hudson bewildered and Sherlock delirious.

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Sherlock is also aware of this, but he doesn't have the habit of helping people out, but he is still very happy to have a legitimate reason to confront John.He just raised his eyebrows like this, looking up at John with a hint of teasing.

The scene was once very embarrassing! !

John rubbed his hands in embarrassment!

"So what happened near the bottom of Scotland Yard?" Sherlock slowed down his voice, sat up straight and leaned closer to John, "Even if you don't tell me, I will find out."

This is true, this is a man who has worked hard to study how many kinds of soot he doesn't know, and he won't know about it just because they keep information from him. It's a mysterious man.

You, he has only been out of the hospital for a day, and he hasn't even left the door. He can know so many things with just a few tweets...

Wait, why does Sherlock have tweets from comic book guests?He is not good or not!

"Why do you have the tweets of those guests?" John adhered to the principle of asking if he didn't understand, anyway, he had already been exposed in front of Sherlock in terms of IQ.

"Guess~" Sherlock looked at John with questioning eyes, suddenly he felt much better, and he even winked at John.

John: "..." He was silent for a while, then shook his head, "I don't guess, and how many kinds of your ash bottom is it? Two hundred or three hundred? That's about the same number, right?"

Sherlock: "..."