[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Rhett stopped Lance firmly this time, he no longer cared that his emotions would be caught by Sherlock, he knew that it was not easy for a smart person like Sherlock to say a sentence like "you know". There are still doubts, but it has been confirmed.

"Oh~ Calm down~" Sherlock raised his hands to signal that he was harmless, "You have never hidden at all."

Lance tilted his head, glanced sideways at Sherlock, and pulled Lared's clothes, "Yes, I didn't hide it, so?"

Sherlock nodded, "I want to know about this case."

"It's not an interesting case," Lance said.

"But this is a case that you are involved in." Sherlock retorted, "It's very interesting. I recently met a person who is very smart and very thoughtful. You...you are related."

John silently bent down and tapped his leg.

Lance turned his head and turned to the bedside, "I'm under the monitoring of the British government now, I believe your whereabouts will be exposed in a short time."

Sherlock put away his contemplative look, raised his chin slightly, and said with a bit of arrogance in his tone, "I will never lose the game between me and him."

No matter how big he grows up, the younger brother who is a bear child will have his IQ plummet when he encounters problems related to the bastard brother, and even reveal some deeply hidden attributes.

"Also." Lance looked at Sherlock and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you everything about this case, but that I can't do anything." He raised his eyebrows and didn't care that he was shrinking behind Rhett now. There was no expression on his face, "Mycroft has approached me, John and I can't disclose this case, you have to rest quietly for a while."

John: "?? Wait, I don't know the details of this case!"

Sherlock turned slightly.

"I was under the care of Mycroft when I stayed in England." Lance adjusted his mood, grabbed Rhett's hand to comfort him a few times, and then walked out from behind Rhett, "In my eyes, McCoff He is a very dedicated and sympathetic gentleman, I can't betray him, not to mention, as a friend, some of your actions, Sherlock, really worry us, you can't wait for your injury to heal Inquiry into the truth?"

Sherlock's eyes were really speechless for a moment, but John's face was surprised, with a deeply convinced and moved expression.

Lance felt that his Amway method was not very clever.

In the face of Sherlock's safety issues, Mycroft will never back down, so after knowing that Sherlock has escaped from 211b and hid all the way in the home of his key surveillance object, he immediately sent people to Follow up on the case.

The bad plan should be that Sherlock will go back to the hospital he hates for treatment. After all, some aspects of this key surveillance object are completely opposite to the harmless appearance.

However, after waiting for a few minutes, there was no incident that prevented the two parties from shaking hands and making peace. McCoff couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the other party was very sincere in cooperating, and he didn't mind giving a little convenience within his authority.

McCoff leaned against the head of the bed, rubbed his temples, put the phone back on the low table beside him, and fell back into sleep.

Sherlock and Watson were driven by Lance to the next room, which had been vacant all the time. Lance thought that room would never be used.

After relocking the windows, Lance went back to bed and lay down, knowing that there must be someone watching outside, and he was not so concerned about the security issues caused by the broken window locks. In fact, it could not be more safe under the current situation After all, Sherlock is sleeping in the next room, and Mycroft's favorite brother madman will definitely not let his younger brother be in danger in his sleep.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lance raised his eyes and Rhett sat on the bed with his head down, not intending to sleep at all.

"Now is not a good time to talk, dear." Lance patted the pillow, "It's already this time, let's get some sleep first~"

Rhett was angry with Lance, but he couldn't say anything to refute him, he just turned around and lay down.

Lance folded his arms and shook his head, "I can talk to Mr. Holmes for a while tomorrow."

Rhett's lips moved, "I know now is not the time to quarrel."

Lance shook his head, "It's not a quarrel, it's a negotiation, just like the credo I've always followed—there is nothing in the world that cannot be resolved through negotiation. If the negotiation fails, then continue to negotiate, unless my patience is exhausted."

Rhett closed his eyes hard and pretended to listen to Bruns.

"It's really not a good time to talk now. There must be Sherlock Holmes' eyes and ears all over the outside. I don't have the hobby of putting all my affairs under the noses of others." Lance muttered and lay down, slowly reaching out and pulling He held Rhett's hand on his waist.

Rhett moved a little, but slowly returned his grip.

When Lance and Rhett went downstairs the next morning, Sherlock was already sitting on the sofa downstairs in his pajamas, and John appeared at the stairs yawning, and the three people downstairs greeted each other slowly, " morning."

Lance also said good morning, but Rhett nodded and didn't respond. Lance pushed him into the kitchen and asked him to cook breakfast for his subordinates.

"I know how to make sandwiches!" Lance rushed to Rhett, "I just add thirteen spices to the dishes when I cook them. Who would put that in when I cut ham and bread with lettuce?"

Rhett shook his head.

For breakfast, Lance ate the sandwich made by Rhett, which was stained with the old godmother. John was very interested in this way of eating, so he took a bite and ran to the kitchen to find water. Sherlock slowly withdrew his hand, Take a bite of the sandwich and throw it back on the plate.

He raised his chin slightly, "Where is the progress of the case now?"

Lance was enjoying the old godmother's food, and he didn't even think about the question, "First you need your brother's permission, then you have to make sure that you don't do anything that endangers your own safety, and then you have to make sure that you won't be in the public eye." Fooling the police in front of..."

"What did Lestrade do you?" Sherlock interrupted.

"Mr. Holmes will benefit me." Lance said slowly, "If you don't have the time to argue, just ask your brother to let you intervene."

Sherlock clicked his tongue and threw the phone on the table.

John gave him a suspicious look, then consciously picked up the phone and flipped it up. Sure enough, he found the video of McCoff, which probably meant that he would place bodyguards around Sherlock and the others. Sherlock can play in a low-key manner now, but there is some progress. You must make a report, and you must not do dangerous things.

The man's voice rang in Lance's ear, and he recalled the phone call he answered in the morning. He thought it was feasible. Since the bargaining chip offered by the other party was so good, it was okay to make a little concession.

"So we go to the hospital."

Lance waved his hand, "Don't be too anxious, Spencer and I will be under the control of Scotland Yard. If you want to go to the hospital, you have to inform Sheriff Lestrade first."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and winked at John.

John pursed his lips, picked up the sandwich, lowered his head and stuffed it into his mouth, pretending that he had been blind for two seconds without Sherlock's expression.

Lestrade came in at this time, he didn't even knock on the door, he just opened the door and came in.

"..." Lance swallowed, his expression was indescribable, "Even if we have reached an agreement, don't you take the door seriously?"

Lestrade's expression instantly became awkward, and the sheriff, who had the blood of an English gentleman in his body, coughed dryly in embarrassment, and said to Sherlock, "Your brother told me that you can deal with this case." We act together."

Sherlock curled his lips indifferently, "What benefits did you promise to give the fat man, and make him act like a fool."

Lance stared at the door and decided to put moving on the agenda.

"Mai...Macrof has already mentioned the matter of Lance and Rhett to me." Lestrade tried to change the subject again, "As Bau's technical assistance, I came here to hide my identity at the beginning to adapt to this side. live."

Rhett paused for a moment as he bit into the sandwich.

Lance twitched his lips, "This is a confidential matter. We came here because we were entrusted by Mr. Holmes. We just hid our identities for the sake of secrecy. Many things happened without thinking about it. Now there are some more confidential matters. For the sake of convenience, we changed the term, we actually hope that this type of method of solving crimes can be understood by the police and used by the police.”

Lestrade nodded understandingly, and even John's eyes changed slightly when he came over.

Only when Sherlock showed half of his smile, Lanceby's bright smile all the time was a little gloomy for a while.

"........."

"Speaking of which, the original Mr. Holmes asked us to do something with Sherlock."

Lestrade got Lance and Sherlock with a frozen smile on his face, and suddenly lost all doubts. No matter what, Lance and Rhett's identities were appointed by the British government, allowing Xia There are very few opportunities for Locke to be deflated, and it is enough to be lively at this time.

A group of five people, Lestrade drove an SUV over specially, and five people could sit down. Lance put his mobile phone in Rhett's hand while riding in the car, Rhett pushed it back, and Lance pushed it back again Only then did Reid hold the phone in his hand, staring out the window and not knowing what he was thinking.

After waiting for Reid to return the phone to Lance in the hospital, he said, "Noah is not very good at murder, let me go in with you."

Lestrade nodded.

Lance stood outside the freezer as Jasmine Amber led the other people in, and then he waited outside for these people to come out.

Standing in the corridor, this kind of corpse will be burned when the case is closed without claiming it. Few people come back to the place where the corpse is placed, so the place is empty. If someone walks in the corridor at this time, the sound will be Extra obvious and... penetrating.

Lance had a face-to-face meeting with a good-looking man dressed as a male guard, who seemed to be the kind of shy and introverted person who made his own ears turn red just by saying "hi" to Lance.

Lance's eyes rolled around the man, and he parted his mouth to show a smile, "hi~"

The man opened his mouth, and Lance said again, "Sherlock is inside, do you need to chat for a while?"

The man's eyes lit up instantly, "I'm here to find Jasmine, I, I have an appointment for coffee with her."

Lance glanced at him again, "Okay, then let's wait."

The man nodded, as if he felt the atmosphere was too depressing, so he found a topic, "What case are you going in now...Of course, if it's not convenient to disclose..."

Lance thought for a while, "It's a big case, so it's not impossible to disclose it. You should ask Jasmine later and you'll know."

The man snorted, and the atmosphere between the two became awkward again.

It happened that several other people came out of the freezer, and Jasmine caught the man standing next to Lance with a glance. She glanced at Sherlock a little nervously, and then trot over, talking to the man in a low voice.

Sherlock glanced at the man with a scrutinizing gaze.

"This is mine, my friend." Jasmine seemed to muster up her courage, and took the man's hand and said, "We're going to drink coffee later."

The man looked at Sherlock excitedly, and his voice was even more nervous. He stretched out his hand towards Sherlock, "Hi, I'm Jack, Jasmine often mentions you to me, you are a person worthy of respect!"

Lance didn't know if Sherlock was worthy of respect, but he knew that if Moriarty entered the film and television industry, one film would probably win an Oscar.

The king of the criminal world has never hidden his appearance, because even if his appearance is known to all mankind, those who hold power will not touch him easily. Who knows if the king will hold something in his hand Things that shake the interests of the country, if these things come out with his death, the panic and consequences will be beyond the control of those in power who hold the lifeline of the country.

Unless this kind of person is going to die himself, he must not be arrested or killed rashly.

Sherlock has done a lot of things with the identity of Mycroft, spying on the inside of the country secretly, but he knows little about the dangerous tip of the iceberg. The first time he came into contact with Moriarty, McCoff diverted his attention, but now So far, what Mycroft has done has only slowed down the development of the situation, and what should happen is still happening.

But the important thing is that Sherlock doesn't know what his faintly aware enemy looks like, so now in Sherlock's eyes, this Jack probably wants to use Jasmine to get close to his gay admirer... right?

Lance looked like Sherlock didn't answer, a little unsure if his guess was right.

The two who seemed to be in the shy ambiguous period finally seemed to have made an appointment, and concealed the embarrassment that Sherlock hadn't responded to Jack just now, and Jack reluctantly left.

When her boyfriend walked away during the ambiguous period, Jasmine suppressed her emotions and said, "That is my friend, so you can't..." She couldn't continue speaking halfway through, her smile was forced, and she still couldn't help it Get mad at Sherlock.

Lance shrugged and pulled Rhett away without looking away.

It's not clear what happened afterwards, but it was true that Jasmine almost bumped into them when she ran out, she ran away without saying hello with red eyes.

"...that man just now will stay far away from now on." Lance looked at Jasmine's back and said with emotion, "This is a man with magical powers that can make people's heartbreak."

Rhett: "??"

"I mean it literally." Lance raised his forehead, "Whose home do you think this game is at?"

Rhett's gaze unnaturally turned towards the direction Jasmine ran away from.

"You didn't pay attention to the little underwear he showed on purpose, it's a brand that gays like, as well as his hair gel and movements." Lance coughed, "Although you like a good man like me, but Before that, you liked women, right? It's normal to not understand these things."

Reid looked at the three people approaching from the corner of his eyes, frowned and turned his face away, "Didn't you also express your liking for women with black hair before you were with me, how did you understand?"

"Didn't I know what to do? Pay attention to other people walking on the road. If someone snatches you away, where can I cry?" Lance said half-truth and half-false, and stopped just when John and the others were standing in front of them. Changed the topic, "What did you find about the corpse?"

"The cuts on the fingers are very neat, and there is no personal venting of anger. It should be a formulaic approach. This person must have committed some mistakes to be punished." Reid said, "The wounds on the body are scattered, But none of them were fatal, it looks like a street fight, the fatal injury should be a blow to the head."

"It was a hard blow," John added. "There is no sign of a second blow."

Sherlock said, "It's unreasonable for the fat man to let you continue to participate in this case, so what benefits have you given the fat man?"

Lestrade: "Can't we talk about this case properly?" There is nothing all day long, for fear that others will not know what to do?

"So you still haven't looked for that finger." Lance's eyes fluttered a little.

Sherlock looked up sharply, staring into Lance's eyes, as if poking a hole in Lance's body like this.

Rhett's face gradually turned pale, but it was still the same as last night. He stood firmly in front of Lance and blocked Sherlock's sight that seemed to be eating people.

"Good idea." Sherlock turned around, "Inform Jasmine that we are going to dissect the body."

"Anatomy?" Lestrade repeated, but his movements were not slow, and at the same time as Sherlock spoke, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Reid frowned, "It's very unlikely, because the autopsy did not point to a laceration in the throat, and because the fatal injury was on the head and there was no toxic reaction, the victim's stomach was not examined."

John understood with a look of disbelief, "Do you suspect that the severed finger is in his stomach?" Even a former war doctor with excellent psychological quality who has been on the battlefield also thinks this kind of thing is too sensational.

Lance patted John on the shoulder, "Speaking of which, Spencer is actually my senior. I haven't been in the group for a long time, and Spencer has encountered more such things than me."

Reid: "In fact, there are still cannibals in the world. These are basically primitive tribes. There are also some groups that feed on human beings in today's society. Most of them want to obtain some kind of power they want from their own kind. Religion , environment, and experience will all become factors that affect a person. There are also some examples of eating the same kind in the cases I have followed. If our guess is correct, most of the victims were actually forced to eat them, which can also be counted as A ring of punishment."

"But I also said it's unlikely." Lance shrugged, "Because in this kind of situation, the victim must have been restrained and had his fingers cut off, and then someone pinched his mouth and forced him to swallow his fingers. But no lacerations were indicated."

"We passed, no lacerations," John continued, "I checked."

Sherlock subconsciously straightened his back.

"But if it is a punishment ring, if the victim has absolute loyalty to the organization, he has done something wrong but is willing to accept punishment, he thinks he can continue to live after accepting the punishment." Lance snapped his fingers, "But the organization It is also possible to decide to kill him, and it is also possible to choose to kill him on the spot or throw the body after killing him in a remote alley, which is contempt for the victim."

The author has something to say: I came to make an appointment with Ah Qing, but I didn’t hold back, half of it, I’m so tired from work, I don’t want to do it anymore hahahahaha