[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

After waking up the next day, while brushing his teeth, Lance recalled the call he received in the middle of the night last night, as if someone had called to say something about catching a foreigner feeding a cat.

The police are now getting more and more careful. Is it because of the abuse cases of poisoning that they are also paying attention to the kind people who feed stray cats and dogs on the street?

Reid put the toothbrush back into the tooth cup, touched his chin, then reached out and took the shaving foam and squeezed it on his face. After wiping half of the foam on his face, he saw that the dazed eyes standing next to him didn't seem to be fully opened Lance couldn't help laughing, which attracted Lance's eyes.

"What's wrong." He muttered, because the toothbrush was in his mouth, and he couldn't help retching.

Okay, sober now.

"I feel like you're thinking about something." Rhett shaved his beard with a razor, "Are you thinking about Sheriff Lestrade's call?"

"Did Lestrade call last night?" Lance was surprised.

Rhett nodded, "We, cough, we made a phone call after we fell asleep. I only heard the voice of the sheriff, but you can't say it."

Lance became confused again. It should be because he was too tired last night. He had never encountered this kind of situation before, and it usually came after dawn.

Thinking of this, Lance also brushed his teeth, and after washing his face, he gnawed on Rhett's clean cheek, hummed a recently popular tune, and went back to the bedroom to get his mobile phone to contact the sheriff.

When he found his mobile phone on the low table next to the bed and turned it on, he also confirmed that he was indeed confused last night. He didn't have time to turn off his mobile phone before, and he was probably annoyed at the time.

A phone call was made back, and Rhett also came out of the bathroom. He pointed to Lance in the direction of downstairs, and Lance nodded while waiting for Lestrade over there to answer the phone.

The sheriff did not disappoint Lance either, the bell was disconnected after a few rings, followed by a slightly weak male voice.

Lance hesitantly took out his mobile phone and looked at the number again. It was true that Lestrade was right, but the man on the other side was weak, and it could even be said that he felt that he was going to see God in the next second.

"You didn't work overtime all night, did you?"

Lestrade over there was clutching his head that was about to explode, while struggling to speak, "I worked overtime all night, and there were too many things involved. Mycroft transferred the case back, and now the police station Most of the manpower was concentrated."

"Huh?" Langston immediately expressed superficial envy, "I thought your side was also very strict before. I didn't expect that such a secret investigation would be assigned to the police department."

If you’re in country A, it doesn’t matter what department you belong to. If you’re in a big case, you’ll be the first to rush, regardless of whether the case can be solved or not. Picking peaches, the whole system is a pack of wolves in capital letters.

To do a good job of maintaining justice, one must not only deal with criminals but also deal with other departments.

He has seen Anna's refusal to give an inch and Hu Qi's tough attitude.

I have seen Ms. Joanna in Scotland Yard robbing the case before, but it is really rare to take the initiative to release the case now.

"Because the suspect was found in my jurisdiction, and the previous gemstone case was also in my jurisdiction. Mycroft seems to be busy with something, so let us treat the suspect well." Lestrade said deeply Sighing, "Sherlock..."

When people are most vulnerable, they always think of people who once made their brain hurt but were very powerful.

However, what Mycroft said was probably trying his best to protect Sherlock. This young brat has all gone to the Middle East. If something happens, he should be the brother to finish it off.

"I fell asleep last night." Lance said casually, "I just remember you told me you caught a cat feeder, what's going on?"

"Oh..." Lestrade didn't care, "I was so excited last night, but this case is still related to you and McCoff said that you can help, so I wanted you to come over, but now ..." There was the sound of groping for pieces of fabric on the other side of the phone, and then Lestrade seemed to wake up a little bit, "Most of the people are asleep now, you come here just to take a look, the other side's line of defense is not good. How strong."

For breakfast, he ate a simple sandwich made by Rhett with milk. Lance took a bite of the sandwich first, and then watched Rhett, who had red ears, read today's newspaper while eating the sandwich.

After breakfast, Lance and Reid exchanged the information they got from Lestrade, just in time for Garcia, who was far away in country A, to seem to have finally withdrawn from the excitement and fear, and put some things that were not considered to be The confidential dossier was sent to Lance's mailbox.

While Lance was thinking about going to Scotland Yard to look at the case that was said to be related to them, he also wanted to sit down and study Hannibal Lecter carefully.

Especially the broken expression pack sent by Garcia who came with the email, and her repeated instructions to be careful.

Rhett hesitated for a moment before suggesting that he stay and sort out the mail.

But as soon as he said it, Lance vetoed it. In the end, the two discussed it. After all, the matter was prioritized. Anyway, Hannibal was already under control, and what was waiting at the police station was the most important case right now.

He put the coffee he bought on the way on Lestrade's desk, and Lestrade, who was sitting on the chair behind the desk, had already covered his upper body with his suit jacket and even covered his head, as if he was sleeping soundly. Zhengxiang.

The aroma of coffee is very attractive. Lance and Rhett sat quietly, exchanging glances from time to time, and reached an agreement on the matter of the sheriff sleeping and snoring in the eye contact - the sheriff must be too tired The reason, after all, gentlemen generally don't snore.

When the sleeping gentleman was finally attracted by the aroma of coffee and opened his eyes, Lance and Rhett almost finished a cup of coffee. Lance wanted to continue to try the free coffee in the police station, so he saw Lestrade Two arms protruded from under the suit jacket, and then waved in the air, looking really ugly, like a turtle turned upside down.

Then when the poor sheriff's head was seen again, he saw the off-site assistance profiler who cooperated with the police department looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

He slid off the chair in an instant.

Lance turned the doorknob calmly, opened the door and walked out, shutting the embarrassment of the room behind him, and gently nodded and smiled at the other police officers who came to work one after another in the police station.

Lestrade quickly got up from under the table, patted the dust on his body, and then he clenched his hands into fists and coughed.

Rhett was also a little embarrassed. He was not good at handling this kind of atmosphere. Generally speaking, in most cases, he would not wink and say things on his own, which would stagnate the air, and then someone would come out to rescue him. All he had to do was apologize. Say sorry and quietly hide behind.

But the current situation...

"I told Lance that I would come." Rhett swallowed, "Lance bought you coffee."

Lestrade looked at his desk, and sure enough, he saw a coffee cup to take away. He seemed to be relieved, quickly took the cup of coffee and took a big gulp regardless of the temperature, and then relaxed again. Take a breath.

But obviously relaxed a lot, "It's delicious, thank you."

Rhett also relaxed a bit, "You're welcome, this case..." He pinched his backpack, "Because of our relationship, he invited us to join, right, but don't you need to avoid it?" Especially they For here is foreign nationality.

Lestrade waved his hand, "It's not so important that you need to avoid it. Mycroft assures you that although this case involves many aspects, it doesn't need to be kept secret." The meaning is probably related to the national level.

But Rhett thought about it a little bit more. It's not that he hasn't improved over the years. At least he can let them know what he puts on the surface, and he won't reveal anything he doesn't want them to know.

Mycroft Holmes's manpower is also tight, probably because they want them to assist in digging out more useful information from the suspect's mouth to achieve their goal.

He and Lance are also professional.

When Lance came back, he saw that the atmosphere between Lestrade and Rhett was very good, and he was also very happy. Lestrade is an upright and good person. If he can communicate with Rhett at the national level, it is also A great thing.

"Exactly, the information is given to Mr. Rhett, Lance, thank you for the coffee." Lestrade was still holding the cup, "Thanks for knowing my taste."

Lance nodded quite complacently, "Of course."

Lestrade continued, "We found in the system that the foreigner before you came is an international wanted criminal, and he has also been to country A."

"Related to us?" Lance answered.

Lestrade nodded and shook his head again, "What is relevant to you is that you found out last night that he stayed here because of you."

Lance raised an eyebrow.

"He wants to see you."

Lance raised his eyebrows higher and higher, "Me? A person from country A who has been in Scotland Yard for less than two years? He, an internationally wanted criminal? Is it the remnants of my case in country A?" It doesn't make sense, if he does If there is a suspect in the case who is at large and has become an internationally wanted criminal.

Not to mention that he is worried every day, Garcia can use super large fonts to write "careful" on the suspect's photo and paste it on everyone's computer in BAU!

"So, Lance, do you want to meet him?" Lestrade squeezed the empty coffee cup, and put the paper cup into the trash can accurately. "And he should be from country R."

Lance looked at him silently for a while.

Then he replied very reservedly, "I'm timid and so weak, the other party is an internationally wanted criminal, and if he's from country R, ​​I heard that people from country R can kill bears with bare hands..."

"See you?"

"I'll see you through the glass." Lance made a long-awaited voice.

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