[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

What can be connected is the jewelry theft case that has just been put in the archives, and the files that have just been sealed up are about to be taken out.

Lestrade rubbed his fingers under his nose, "What happened to you?"

Lance shrugged his shoulders, "I think these people are trying to make something happen. It's quite big. Although I don't know what it is yet, it's definitely not simple. Or the case can now be handed over to the small staff of the British government."

The inspector frowned deeply when he heard this, "Did you find anything?"

"First of all, Mr. Gray's death was definitely not an accident. He was even planning to make trouble, if it was really him who asked us for coffee yesterday." Lance tilted his head slightly and glanced at the desk, " As for the homicide that occurred at the beginning of this case, the deceased was an unidentified person, so it was not easy at all. Maybe Mr. Gray was killed by this group of people. Except that the place where Mr. Gray was killed is a bit messy There are almost no other traces, indicating that the purpose of the unknown suspect is very clear. From the height where the blood was sprayed, Mr. Gray was sitting, and he did not even stand up."

"He knows the unknown suspect." Rhett took up the conversation, "They are very familiar."

Anderson, who came in with an evidence bag, retorted, "It wouldn't be the murderer who walked in through the door with a gun. After the deceased felt scared, he raised his hand in order to make himself look harmless, and he didn't dare to move in his seat. What? If that’s the case, you’re no longer a familiar person.”

"Sean Gray seems to be polite but tough in his bones." Lance curled his lips, "This kind of person regrets his life and will find a way to save himself at the first moment of danger. There are some signs of weakness, but he It should be standing up while raising his hand, so that his eyes are at the same level as the opponent. He is even confident that he can make the opponent put down the gun in his hand, so if someone walks directly with a gun, he should stand quickly. Get up to appease the other party, and will not sit down easily afterwards, and keep yourself in a state where you can run at any time to get a higher chance of survival, so the height of the bloodstain is not right."

Lestrade nodded, "So, Miss Eberhart is more likely to be suspected, but we will look for her, but..."

"Since this case is as it is now, it should have some connection with the last murder case." Lance continued, "The unidentified deceased has some transnational shadows in it, so let's hand it over to someone who is capable of handling it. "

There are many channels for the police to find someone, but this Miss Eberhart disappeared into the ground as if she had put on wings, which made the police, who had just made some progress and regained their momentum, become depressed again.

Lestrade finally considered Lance's suggestion, and handed over the case to Mycroft when his subordinates had no way to investigate.

After accepting Lestrade's invitation, this small employee of the British government put down his work and sat in Lestrade's home.

His news is well-informed, but he doesn't know everything. After all, although he is said to be a small clerk, but the clerk has a lot of work. He does know that Lestrade is worried about a case. , even Noah Lance and Spencer Reed had failed in this case, but Lestrade now put the case file directly in front of him, and almost asked him for help.This recognition gave him an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Flipping through the file, Mycroft already understood the reason. His legs were crossed, and he sat on the sofa lazily yet gracefully, giving Lestrade a feeling that this man was sitting in a palace and As if drinking black tea, the queen faintly felt that some of the curled wallpaper in her home had been softened.

"In fact, I did have afternoon tea with the Queen in the afternoon." Mycroft nodded lightly, "However, you are indeed right to hand over this case to me, and it has also helped me a lot."

Lestrade felt a little desperate. He didn't know what sin he had committed, why he was surrounded by people who could see through other people's thoughts, and he was desperately leaning towards them.

"Compared to other people, you are already very good." The smile on the corner of Mycroft's mouth was undisguised, "Smart people never need so much."

"Where's your gentlemanly demeanor?" Lestrade asked, and then frowned again, "If they weren't foreigners, I really wanted to get people into the police station and even hand over the case to you That's what they suggested."

"You want them to stay?" Mycroft lowered his eyes, picked up the mobile phone next to the file, and sent a text message to Anthea.

Lestrade didn't know what the man flipped his fingers to type on the phone, he just shook his head at the man's movement, "They can still help now, well, when are you leaving?"

"You want me to leave?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows and felt that the sheriff was telling a joke, although he felt that the joke did not mobilize his sense of humor at all.

"Otherwise, why do you think I let you and my family come?" The Sheriff of Scotland Yard stood up abruptly, "It's much better for you to come to me than I to you." He yawned himself as he spoke, "If there is still Let’s talk about other things tomorrow.”

Mr. Clerk took a slow breath, stood up with his usual expression, "Good night." Then he left the sheriff's house in a good manner.

Lestrade put the files that Mycroft had passed into the file bag, and suddenly laughed, as if the depression of this period of time had disappeared.

Night is the time when people tend to relax their vigilance, especially in locked rooms.

Rhett sleeps on the left side of the bed, in a very good sleeping position, with brown hair falling on the pillow, if it weren't for the lack of light at night, it would make people feel like an angel lost in the world.Lance turned sideways, facing Rhett's direction, curled up slightly, with one hand under the pillow.

A black figure was extremely sensitive, and he didn't know how to open the window silently from the outside, and then turned over the window steadily and entered the room. The sound of shoes stepping on the floor was also inaudible.

The black shadow slowly approached the bed, and stretched out a hand to the person whose back was facing him.

At this moment, the long legs under the quilt of Lance, who was already asleep, suddenly flung back. The black shadow also jumped back as if he had expected Lance's movement long ago. Lance turned around and grabbed Grabbing Soi Ying's arm, he pressed his body, and in the blink of an eye, a dagger lay across the neck of the visitor, and the visitor couldn't stand the oppression and let out a slap.

Awakened by a series of movements, Reid suddenly got up and turned on the light, opened the bedside table with trembling hands, took out Mu Cang, and turned to face the two people who were in a stalemate.

"Who?!"

Lance squinted his eyes, pointed at the person below him, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"Sherlock!!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the dagger on the floor, and stood up holding Sherlock's collar, but because he was not as tall as this person, it was a bit funny to pick it up.

In the next second, Lance turned his gaze to the opened window, and the military doctor with short hair and short hair stuck out his head in a complicated expression. He said, "I knew Sherlock you ran away again!"

Sherlock stretched out his hand and tugged at Lance's hand, and he let out a sigh of relief when he freed his collar, "Heh!"

Oh your face!Lance uttered a swear word in his heart, and tidied up his pajamas a little. Rhett had already put away the wooden warehouse, so he didn't know what to say, and Sherlock reluctantly pulled him in through the window under John's scolding. , I felt the corners of my eyes twitch faintly.

"How did you get here at this time?" Lance rubbed his temples, "John, didn't you live with him?"

Without waiting for John to speak, Sherlock raised his chin, "I'm not a prisoner."

John shook his head, and he didn't know how Sherlock escaped from the heavy surveillance. If it wasn't for the sudden inspection of Sherlock's room just in the middle of the night, he wouldn't have discovered that he had already run away, and the people left by McCoff There was no response!

More importantly, Sherlock was able to climb up the window of his house and open the window from the outside. Who knows how he did it? !And it doesn't work if the windows are locked. Does he have to nail the windows to death like the vampires in the movies?

Lance's eyes turned around on Sherlock again. Forget it, the wooden plank probably won't be able to stop humans, so it's better to replace it with an iron plank. At least enough time will be left for him to walk outside the window when it is destroyed. people with a wooden barn.

"I want to know the case you are dealing with now." Sherlock said very bluntly, "You haven't solved the case now, have you?"

Lance came back from his thoughts, and just said "yes." Then he was pulled behind by Redela who had already got off the bed.

Reid looked warily at the other two, "But now is not a good time to visit. Is there anything we can't talk about tomorrow?"

Sherlock opened the corner of his mouth and showed a malicious smile, "Night activities are a good cover-up, and besides, don't you want to know what's going on with this case?"

"Don't you know that you are a failed Amway in this world?" Lance happily hid behind Rhett after suppressing the annoyance just now, "We don't want to know about the case now, we just want to have a good rest. "

Sherlock frowned, "You know."

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