[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

When Lance and Lestrade walked in together, he was a little surprised by the atmosphere of the scene, and seemed a little tense.

He first looked at Reid, who had the word "innocent" written on his face, and was even slightly at a loss, then at Police Officer Dovanna who rolled his eyes from time to time, and finally he looked at the police officer who was killed by the two police officers. Miss Lycia Eberhart under the control of the police.

When he and Lestrade left just now, it seemed that a special conversation had already taken place here.

"Should the detective inquire now or take it back to the police station?" Lance handed over the initiative to the detective again, "But Miss Eberhart means that she will encounter terrible things when she leaves here."

Lestrade rubbed his temples, the nicotine relaxed his nerves slightly, "It's okay, I've already informed the bureau, and more support is on the way."

Apparently the inspector was not prepared to fulfill Miss Eberhart's wish, so he rejected her request and insisted on bringing her back to the sentence.

Miss Licia suddenly raised her head, her face under the blond hair suddenly turned pale, "I said you can even send more people, I will not resist, I will tell you all the information you need! As long as! As long as you don't leave here!"

Officer Dovanna sneered, "Boss, this young lady regards you as a kind person."

Lance couldn't deny that Lestrade was indeed a kind person in a serious sense.

Lestrade didn't think so, he frowned, his serious expression made his handsome face look very serious, "Miss Eberhart, I must remind you that the initiative is in our hands now, I don't I am concerned about what tricks you are trying to play, and only being honest can make me consider whether to agree to some of your small requests."

Licia stared fixedly at the inspector in front of her, and there seemed to be a little confusion in her eyes.

Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, Lestrade didn't delay anymore. The trouble of sending people to guard Licia and take her to the police station here is not as big as 01:30. If the person concerned doesn't cooperate, then there is nothing nothing to talk about. "take away."

He raised his right hand and waved lightly, and the police officers on both sides of Licia were about to pull her up. This action finally made the woman who had been showing ease before panicked, and her face was much paler than before. .

Rhett's fingers moved on the buckle of the satchel, but he didn't speak.

"I will be killed!" Licia was led to stand up, and finally surrendered dejectedly, "I can tell you everything you want to know, as long as I can say it, I can't leave here."

Lance's eyebrows twitched, and he had a bad guess. He stared deeply at Licia, looking at her drooping head, "Sheriff, this should be her safe house."

A safe house placed on the bright side, the kind that will be killed if it goes out of range.

Lestrade also realized something, he winked at the two police officers on call, and they immediately let go of their restraint on Licia.

Lestrade opened the chair and sat down opposite Licia, crossing his hands before his lips.

"Then, you should be very clear about the current situation. First of all, the first question." Lestrade's voice was very steady, "Who killed your boss Sean Gray."

Licia shuddered, but she still replied, "A native of country R, ​​I only know the code name 'V'."

"Did he take the sapphire?"

"Yes." Licia rubbed her fingers, "There are five of them, and I was bought, but I don't know that they will really attack the boss."

"Did you not know or did it on purpose?" Officer Dovanna sneered, "I don't think you seem to be ignorant. Isn't it too late to pretend to be innocent now?"

I have to say that although Officer Dovanna's words were not pleasant, they hit the nail on the head.

However, Licia just raised her eyebrows, "They gave a lot, my dear Miss Police Officer, so much that I can have a mansion and money that I can't spend in 50 years after I travel around the world." She said Very realistic, "Although I don't know what the secret of that gemstone is, it is enough for me to know that I can get what I want. But this does not mean that I will miss my Mr. Gray embracing death, after all, he is also a Good boss, he just stepped on the line."

"But you're under arrest now." Dovana didn't care about Licia's attitude either.

Licia took a deep breath, "Yes, I was arrested, but I didn't kill my boss, and I didn't take the sapphire. I'm also trying to cooperate with the police, right?"

"Then, what did Sherlock Holmes tell you when he came to you?" Lestrade asked the last question.

Licia's lips moved, "The consulting detective?" She seemed to have a deep impression on Sherlock, and she frowned when talking about him, "He's a rude gentleman." Said to drive away my two customers, and it is not easy for me to do a small business in the current situation."

It's not common for Sherlock to drive people away, unless he has something urgent...

"He pointed out on the spot that the man who accompanied his girlfriend to buy flowers had two other lovers, and one of them was even pregnant, and his girlfriend was not even a decent girlfriend." Licia said so, but her tone was full of admiration and secret schadenfreude, " The woman kicked the man on the spot."

"So what exactly did Sherlock tell you?" Lestrade raised his eyebrows to bring back the gradually drifting topic, and tapped twice on the table with his slender fingers.

"He ordered a few bouquets," said Lycia. "A few bouquets of roses. That Mr. Holmes didn't quite cut his finger while choosing them, but it's not a big problem."

Yep, most of the clues can be answered here.

While listening, Lance took out his mobile phone and typed, wanting to integrate the clues he got now, or notify McCoff, who will make a comparison whether it is due to the case of Sapphire's disappearance or the clues about Sherlock's whereabouts. comprehensive response.

But hasn't he been playing the role of typewriter tool a little too much lately?

Coming out of the flower shop, Lance couldn't think of anything to do for a while, and was in a daze.

Sure enough, after coming here for so long, I still can't get used to the weather and the food here. Daying really deserves to be a folk metaphor for a race with a loss of taste.

Then he held the fortune cookie in his hand and played with it. Although he said he had the belief not to play with food, this cookie had been held by many people before, and Lance didn't want to eat it no matter what.

"Open it and have a look?" Rhett leaned over, "Let's not follow the Sapphire case."

Lance was a little surprised but not surprised. Reid also grew up a lot. The elements involved in the Sapphire case, the 'royal family', 'Russians' and 'secrets' should not be in the hands of people who have crossed their nationalities. Assist from the side Providing some help with ideas is the most, and Dorrance is worried that neither he nor Rhett will be able to leave London.

"Okay." Lance suddenly became happy. He has decided to go back with Rhett for the time being. They can also pay attention to the animal cruelty mentioned by the boy who came to the store before, that is, it is impossible for them to raise one for the time being. pets too.

While thinking, he pinched the two ends of the biscuit and gently broke it off.

Did not break.

I broke it hard again, and broke it apart, and a rolled note lay quietly in the hollow part of the broken biscuit.

"Well, let me see if Mr. Sherlock has any wise words that need to be told to the public in this way." Lance muttered, and then opened the rolled note while holding the biscuit crumbs in one hand.

[I am safe. 】

The cursive handwriting is very beautiful, but it is not Sherlock's handwriting or handwritten. It is very obvious that it is machine-typed and lacks a little soul. It can be seen that Sherlock is perfunctory.

Lance can even interpret Sherlock's actions in this way: I found the person you are looking for, and in exchange, you don't bother me anymore. Goldfish must have goldfish teeth, and don't burn your poor brain too much. The polluted air is loud to my noble ears.

Really a willful man.

Thinking of this, Lance turned around and handed the note to Lestrade who had just stepped out of the flower shop.

Confused, Lestrade was stuffed with crumbs of biscuits and a small note, and his face almost overflowed with confusion. After seeing the words on the note, his face darkened visibly again.

Lance decided to give the sheriff a copy of "The Actor's Self-cultivation" when the next Christmas came.

"If there is nothing else, Spencer and I will leave first." Lance waved his hand, "From now on, the act of sending us roses should be to inform us of Miss Eberhart's whereabouts, but this guy It's almost safe now, after all, not only took the time to pick up John, but also knows where we are at all times, maybe he is secretly watching us from some corner right now."

Lestrade also agreed with this point, but he paused for a few seconds and still smiled in a very tired tone, "My hair is going to be gray after living like this." He touched his hair, "But although Dr. Watson is by his side, this case is too deeply involved."

As someone who was mentioned by McCoff, he knew the sensitive factors behind this case. Sherlock, who smelled the smell of blood, couldn't wait to join him. He couldn't help it, but he was still a little worried about it.

Even if there is a former military doctor who can squeeze his fist and punch Sherlock in the face at any time and has accurate marksmanship by his side, it can't prevent everyone from worrying about Sherlock.

The author has something to say: the time for applying for the list has passed, and you can only apply next week.

My friend and I have an agreement, and my friend told me that if I can’t make daily changes in January, I will be listed as a fool in the column for March.

--Thank you for your hard work.