[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Lance felt that this person was simply unreasonable. This kind of unprincipled standing on one side without knowing the situation and feeling that he was full of justice was like a cancerous existence.

Reid is obviously used to this kind of situation. Many people involved in the cases they have handled have such thoughts. Sometimes they will hide some important clues and make the progress of the case stagnate. Necessary casualties thus deepened the contradiction, all in all, it was difficult to deal with.

He moved his hand slightly, seeing that Lance had already controlled the scene, and the onlookers were all looking here. He reluctantly took out the certificate issued to him by Scotland Yard and waved it in front of the famous clerk. Akira, he sighed again after the man showed a dazed expression.

Anyway, it caused such a commotion, if Miss Eberhart wanted to run, she would have already run away, and it was not bad.

"Ah, is that so? But Miss Rachel..." The clerk also realized that something was wrong, his face gradually turned red after being dazed, and he was at a loss for a while.

Lance clicked his tongue, slowly put away the gun, and then called Lestrade to tell him the current situation.

"Don't move. Lisa and I are already on the way. This is obviously a trap. Don't give the other party more chips." The sheriff is very calm now and reacts very quickly, "In addition, Dr. Watson came from the taxi half an hour ago. It disappears after coming out of the house, so be careful."

John disappeared too?

After Lance hung up the phone, he looked at the clerk whose face was still flushed after the crowd dispersed, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"This little brother." He put on a very friendly tone, "Can I ask you a question?"

The clerk nodded vigorously, "You can ask, you can also tell me about Miss Rachel, I will tell you everything I know, and Meiling..." He paused for a while, "Meiling is a kind girl Son, she..."

"I want to ask." Lance interrupted him, and took out a fortune cookie from his pocket, "You know this cookie..."

Following Lance's guidance, the clerk looked down at the fortune cookie lying in his palm, and it took a few seconds for him to respond, "This is my family's fortune cookie."

Does your foot bath still offer fortune cookies?

The clerk saw Lance's incomprehension, and scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's Chinese characteristics after all."

……

Fine.

"So you are looking for a big curly guy." The clerk continued, and he did not go to get the fortune cookie in Lance's hand, "He came to our store in the morning and ordered a note for today's fortune cookie, Because the shot was too generous, the boss agreed."

"Where is he now?" Lance narrowed his eyes.

The clerk shrugged, "He left in the morning, but he has been to Miss Rachel's store."

Lestrade and Dovana came as soon as they said on the phone. After quickly controlling the blonde woman who was still arranging the bouquet in the store, they had time to pay attention to Lance and Rhett who followed.

"I thought you were just going back." Lestrade rubbed his swollen temples, "Tell me before you act, and I will let the police follow you."

The answer was Lance's slightly raised eyebrows, but Lance didn't dismiss his kindness, just sat quietly in the chair, looking sadly at their blonde woman, something Lance rarely did Actions.

In the end, the blond woman spoke first, and her voice was soft, "Long time no see, Mr. Lance."

"Long time no see, Miss Eberhart." Lance twitched his lips.

The current Miss Licia Eberhart, with her hands cuffed, and a police officer standing beside her, looked very weak.

Lestrade clapped his hands lightly to attract the attention of those present, and then cleared his throat, "This is not a good place to chat, let's go back to the police station."

"No." Licia Eberhart shook her head slowly, and the woman who obviously didn't make any resistance from the beginning was very firm, "If you want to know something, I can tell you here, and you can even send more people Hold here, but I can't leave this flower shop."

"Why?" Lisa Dovana raised her slender eyebrows high, with sarcasm in her tone, "You have nowhere to escape now, do you have other tricks?"

"You want to know some information from me, right?" Licia looked straight at Dovanna, "If I die, you won't get anything, right?"

After the woman finished speaking, she lowered her head again, her obedient attitude made everyone present feel the arrogance in her bones.

Seems like a really confident lady.

Lance didn't speak. This is not his and Reid's home court. Even if they are handling the case in country A, it seems that they are handling the case because it is the FBI department, so strictly speaking, they are only assisting the local police, just because they took the initiative in the confrontation. That's why it seems to have an obvious effect, but in the face of very sensitive local police and residents, BAU has always used suggestions from the side when handling cases, and the police still make choices.

Not to mention the current transnational scene, Lance and Rhett are very knowledgeable as "communicators", and the sense of justice often cannot be surpassed.

But before that, there is still one thing to say.

"By the way, it is said that Mr. Sherlock came here in the morning." As soon as Lance finished speaking, he saw Miss Eberhart's head suddenly raised, and the burning eyes following the movement.

No, what does that mean.

Don't tell me, lady, do you consider the whereabouts of Mr. Holmes in the morning as one of the clues that can be exchanged with the police?Is there a little water?

Lestrade, who heard this information, stood up and walked outside, turning his head away from Lance.

Farewell, it's nothing to go out and say now.

Although he complained so much in his heart, Lance followed suit.

Lestrade walked out of the store, looked at the pedestrians around who were faintly chatting quietly because of the arrival of the police, walked to the corner beside him and slowly lit a cigarette, the blue-white smoke blurred the detective's eyes up eyes.

"Sherlock here this morning?" Lestrade held a cigarette in one hand, looked at the ground, and coughed.

"It should be." Lance nodded. He has no hobby of smoking. He feels like a small employee who reports to his boss now. "After talking with you on the phone, I was reminded by the kind clerk next door, saying It was a big curly guy who came here in the morning and not only ordered fortune cookies in his store, but also went to the flower shop."

"The clerk next door?" repeated Lestrade.

Lance pointed to the footwashing city next door, "That's the one."

Lestrade looked at the shop Lance pointed to and was stunned for a moment, "Is this a Chinese restaurant?"

Lance squinted his eyes, it would be a lot of fun if it was a Chinese restaurant, but he still tried his best to explain to the inspector, "It's Footwashing City, but it seems that because of Sherlock's extra money, the owner of this restaurant seems to be agreed."

"What does he order fortune cookies for?"

Facing the detective who seemed to be possessed by hundreds of thousands of people, Lance suddenly held his breath. He was just a little bit smarter than ordinary people, and he received a little bit more psychological knowledge. In fact, he was far from a genius. There is still a lot of space in the world, so ask him if there is any problem as an artificial intelligence.

So Lance replied honestly: "I don't know."

Police officer Dovanna leaned lazily on the edge of the flower stand with his arms folded, his eyes never moved away from Licia's body with scrutiny, she was a serious person.

"Please don't lean there." Licia said softly, "The bottom of that shelf is empty, it may collapse if you are not careful."

Police officer Dovanna subconsciously glanced at the shelf she was leaning on, and then kicked the woman who spoke hard again as if she had reacted, "Don't play superfluous tricks, the one in front of you is our best policeman. "

Licia's two beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a little smile in her eyes. She looked at the young man who had opened a thick book at some time, with a tall, thin and non-aggressive body. The nerd breath that was stolen from his bones was not concealed at all.

"Are you one of them?" Licia asked.

The corners of Rhett's mouth were flattened, and he slowly took out a bookmark from his satchel and put it in the book. This action was actually a bit redundant for him, after all, his super memory can remind him of anything he remembers, But he did it anyway, and his movements seemed leisurely.

Close the book, open the satchel, put the book in, and then close the zipper of the satchel.

"It's a cooperative relationship now." Rhett's expression was serious. "Is there anything Miss Eberhart needs to tell me?"

"Huh?" Licia was slightly surprised, "Is there anything I need to tell you?"

"If not." Reid looked out of the door. The door of the flower shop is a sliding glass door, and it is easy to see the situation outside. Lance and the detective have already gone to the side to communicate the situation, even if it is not normal From the angle facing the door, the voices and shadows of the two could not be seen.

"You are completely different from being around your boyfriend." Licia's shoulders moved slightly, "Can you let me sit down? I'm a little uncomfortable right now."

The police officers standing on both sides were unmoved, and Dovanna just rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky.

"You are our important suspect now. You are not only involved in the strange... Sherlock Holmes' disappearance case and the previous jewel case. In what capacity are you asking for so much?"

After being rejected, Licia naturally turned her attention to Rhett.

Rhett seemed to have just heard Licia's question now, his expression was a little innocent, "Are Lance and I related to the case?"

Licia shook her head lightly, and felt the increased strength on her shoulders with a slight movement of her handcuffed hands. The blond woman smiled softly, "It seems that there is a little connection."

"You greeted Lance directly before." Rhett pointed this out politely, "What made you remember him."

After I was surrounded and controlled by the police, my first reaction was not to resist. Maybe I could explain it by knowing my situation and choosing to cooperate with the police, but I didn’t care when I saw the person in charge of the police. The three partners greeted each other.

No matter how you look at it, there is an additional purpose.

"It's not a normal thing for a woman to notice a handsome man who fits her heart, isn't it?"