[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Regarding the fact that Sherlock is a jerk, anyone who has been with Sherlock for a while will feel the same, so when John got up and bought breakfast and came back to knock on Sherlock's door, no one responded after three times, so he opened the door and looked. When he got to the empty room and the quilt twisted into a ball on the bed, the doctor who came back from the battlefield just pursed the corners of his mouth.

Then only Sherlock was left in his heart, and he was a hopeless bastard.

Then John put on his coat, went downstairs quickly, and sent a message to McCoff at the same time. When he went downstairs, he met Mrs. Hudson who was poking her head quietly.

John paused, "Mrs. Hudson?"

Mrs. Hudson showed her whole body. "What's the matter? John, your steps are so heavy that you are about to crush the stairs."

"Sherlock." John sighed, "Mrs. Hudson, do you know why Sherlock went out?"

"Sherlock went out?" Mrs. Hudson answered John with a slightly exaggerated surprised expression.

John was helpless, "Where is he?"

Mrs. Hudson hurriedly pretended to be more innocent, shrugged her shoulders, and walked into the room, "How do I know where Sherlock is? Aren't you his cohabitant? You don't even know how I know, I'm just your landlord, not your housekeeper."

Soon it was gone.

John: "..."

Most of the time, I really don't know what the people around me are thinking.

The rest of the BAU team got on the plane back to country A in the morning. Reed gave JJ a schoolbag letter when they said goodbye last night. He wrote to Diana during this period, and wrote one every week. I have saved a lot too, this time I just ask JJ to take it and pass it on.

Lance knew that Rhett would go to the study to stay by himself every once in a while, but he didn't expect that he would write so many letters.

"The weather is nice today, and it's rare to see the sun." Lance opened the refrigerator and looked inside, "Hiss, it looks like we're going to go out for breakfast."

Rhett nodded, "Morgan was a little drunk last night, so he must eat bread."

Lance closed the refrigerator door. "That new agent, she looks good."

Rhett continued to nod, "Yes."

They didn't talk about Al any more, and they didn't pay any more attention to Emily.

When John knocked on the door, Lance and Rhett had packed their clothes and were about to go out. Hearing the knock on the door, Lance turned on the surveillance camera at the door and took a look. He was also a little surprised to find that it was John.

As soon as he opened the door, John walked into the house angrily, with his head lowered and his teeth clenched, looking obviously very angry.

"Sherlock!" He sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Lance and Rhett looked at each other, tacitly took off their coats for each other, and hung them back on the hangers.

Lance took a deep breath, then took Rhett's hand and sat on the sofa opposite John, thought for two seconds and then showed a smile like a close brother, "Dear John, what happened? ?”

John raised his head excitedly by Lance's chant, "..."

Lance ignored John's hellish expression and continued, "Is Sherlock obsessed with something again? Or did he criticize your blog post? Or did he experiment with you again? Or did he stop taking you when he went out to play?"

John opened his mouth, and finally gave up and poked the floor with his cane, "I went to buy him breakfast in the morning and came back to find that he had disappeared. Although I told me last night that he was going to travel, but...but even ha Mrs. Deson knows where he's been, but he's keeping Mrs. Hudson from me!"

"With all due respect, the timeline for Sherlock to come to Baker Street and Mrs. Hudson should be before meeting you, so I'm actually on Mrs. Hudson's side on the issue of 'who came first'." Lance rolled his eyes and explained to John, "Or it's just that Sherlock didn't want you to worry, so he went out alone. If it's an adventure, he must need your help."

Lance's words seemed to calm the poor doctor, and he calmed down now, and his hard work came and went quickly, and now he looked at his friend sitting across from him, and his friend's boyfriend, suddenly embarrassed, everyone Rushing into someone's house early in the morning and saying a lot of complaints is really not what a gentleman should do.

John licked his parched lips, "Sorry."

After John calmed down and regained his sanity, Lance invited John to sit in the manga house, but John said that he was looking for a new job and would go for an interview later, so he rejected Lance's invitation.

Lance and Rhett had muffins and coffee for breakfast across the street, and then went back to the comic house to continue their leisurely day.

Unlike Lance who occasionally flips through comics and makes coffee while acting as a cashier, Reid sits in the lobby and quickly flips through some literary or academic books. Later... After all, it's not very comfortable to absorb it with disinfectant in front of guests.

There weren't many people in the comic book shop in the morning, but Lance's comic book shop was opened by chance because Lance and Reed often ran around, and it was not bad to have such a flow of people.

"Ding——" the doorbell rang, and Lance raised the corner of his eyes, and saw a child wearing a cloth hat come in through the door. He was about ten years old, and there was still a little dust on his face, but the green pair of The eyes are very bright.

Well, a homeless child who is rarely seen on the streets of London.

Lance reached out to open the drawer under the bar, took out two small bags of chocolates and put them on the bar, and said to the child who was walking straight to the bar: "The chocolates from the store, after eating, wash your hands and then you can read a book."

A small hand touched the chocolate and took it away. When Lance looked up again, the child was gone, and there was a square folded white paper where the chocolate was just placed.

Lance hesitated for a few seconds, he really wasn't the kind of person who would open a note at random.

When Rhett heard the movement at the door, he put down his book and walked over. Seeing the paper on the bar counter, he was a little puzzled, "That kid just now?"

"Yeah." Lance responded while picking up the paper and slowly opening it.

A standard A4 sheet of clean white paper with fine paper fibers at the edges that can be stuffed into the printer immediately and start working.

Both the front and the back are as clean as the empty cash register.

"A blank piece of paper?" Rhett was also taken aback, "Is it a prank?"

Lance took a closer look again, then let out a slow breath.

"Did you find anything?" Reid was a little curious when he saw Lance's actions.

Lance shook his head while throwing the paper into the trash can, "Ah, I'm just sick, check to see if there's any discomfort, no matter what it is, that kid's chocolate is gone."

Although I don't know if the kid just now will come to the store, but the next time he comes, he will definitely have no chocolate to eat.

Then the door was pushed open again with the ringing of the bell. Lance looked up at the kid who had just taken the chocolate and walked in again. His face was flushed, and his breathing seemed to be a little short due to high-intensity running. He ran to the bar He took a deep breath again, then lowered his head, put the same squarely folded paper on the bar counter, and then ran away like a frightened cat.

"..." Lance threw the chocolate back into the drawer, sat up straight as if nothing had happened, and picked up the paper.

Rhett: "..."

Both of them set their eyes on the newly delivered paper. The paper was opened. Unlike the previous one, this A4 printing paper had "HELPME" written on it in gorgeous and beautiful cursive English.

"Mr. Holmes' handwriting." Reid took out the plastic gloves from his pocket and took the paper in Lance's hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "It was written with a pen, and the ink has dried."

Lance hugged his head and tucked into a ball the hair he combed in the morning, "What are you doing again, you can finally rest!"

"It's not considered a break." Reid raised the paper, "Give me a bag, after all, we have to go to the police station to teach them every week now."

Lance's expression was indescribable, he still took out a plastic sealing bag from the drawer and handed it over, watching Rhett carefully put the paper in, and then said, "This is different, the police station is equivalent to work, just go to It's fine to take a theory class and then do guidance in practice, but Sherlock, we have acted with Sherlock, Spencer, Spencer, you should know that he is one of the few for me to use' To be treated like an asshole?!"

He took a photo of the distress note from Sherlock and sent it to Mycroft and Lestrade. After thinking about it, he still sent a note to John, and Lance waited for their replies.The number of guests in the manga room gradually increased, and Reid returned to the table to continue reading, while Lance also paid the bills for several guests who bought books.

"Boss, your door is really casual!" The boy in the jumper scratched his head and took the packaged book and change from Lance, "I have been waiting for the door to open for more than a week. I wouldn't have known the door had opened if I hadn't seen the news on Twitter."

"Because there are some personal matters to be resolved, but running a manga house is just my hobby." Lance smiled, "But thank you for your support all the time!"

"Because you have a lot of books here, boss. You have a lot of books I want to find here." The boy smiled again, "I bragged to my friends before, but you have never opened the door , My friends thought I was lying, will the boss be open in the next few days? I'll bring my friends over!"

Lance shook his head with a smile, bowed his head and crossed out the message push, "It may take a while, the store will be closed again this afternoon, just now a friend sent a message saying that his cat was lost, and asked me to help find it."

The young man shook his head, "Did you lose it nearby? It may not be easy to find. Recently, there are always dead cats and dogs nearby, and some of them have signs." He leaned forward slowly, and his voice Lowered it, "I have a part-time job in the shelter, and there are a lot of small animals with broken bones that have been sent here recently. Boss, you should also be careful. If it is a very bad person, it may even hurt people!"

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