[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"Moriarty?" John blinked, "Who is that?"

He looked at the other two people present, but he found that except for himself, whose eyes were smeared, everyone else responded to the name, especially Reid who had entered a strange state.

It was an emotion with obvious fear but he was trying his best to suppress it. Without him noticing it, his outstretched hand trembled slightly.

Then John understood, and he was the only co-author who didn't know anything.

Seeing John's darkened face, Lance helplessly defended himself and his lover, "We had some encounters with him before, but it's better not to get in touch with such a dangerous person, besides, what we say is not peanuts waiting for us Rice is not impossible."

"So who is this?" John turned his gaze to Sherlock, "Why don't I know?"

Sherlock frowned, "Start with the case we met."

"That bus driver?" John echoed his first case with Sherlock in a trance, "Is there such a person behind him?"

"Yes." Sherlock's expression became calm. "The cases he encountered later were more or less written by him. He is a very interesting opponent."

"He looks good too." Lance pulled Rhett's hand, "I looked at him a few more times, and the little doctor asked me."

Rhett's hands stopped shaking, and he looked at Sherlock, "This is very dangerous."

But Sherlock's eyes burst out with excitement, "Yes, he is very dangerous, so I want to expose him even more, so that he has nothing to hide under the sun." Then he cast his suspicious eyes on Lance and Between Rhett, the sharp eyes seemed to want to peel off the skin of both of them, "Have you seen it? Not before coming here, but after."

Lance nodded, "Since you've decided to confront him head-on, there's nothing wrong with saying it now. Do you remember Miss Jasmine's gay boyfriend?"

Sherlock's pupils fluttered, and then he quickly began to utter words that no one could understand. After Rhett, he seemed to have entered some kind of mysterious space.

However, this situation did not last for a few seconds. The recovered Sherlock seemed extremely happy, and did not show any displeasure at being tricked. John frowned at this state of excitement.

"Forgive me for reminding you, Sherlock!" John said without hesitation, "You are still dragging your leg in plaster, don't even try to sneak out, even if you find yourself in front of that person like this, they will probably be able to find you soon." Kill you, how do you want to fight him? Use your cast leg?"

This passage had a deafening effect, and Lance couldn't help standing up and applauding.

But if Sherlock could raise his plaster leg to hit Moriarty, that guy would not only not hide, but would also go up to him while smiling.

Sherlock is a very smart man, and Moriarty is also a very smart man.

The first part is also Moriarty's test, to test whether Sherlock has the qualifications to be his opponent, and obviously Sherlock has it.

The reason why Lance was drawn into the battle was just because he was interesting, and he seemed to be able to see through some kind of magical "reasoning ability". Although he lost interest after finding out that he was only a little smarter than others, it was better than nothing.

Now that Sherlock wants to attack head-on, Lance feels he should do something.

"Need help?" Lance asked.

Then she was rejected by Sherlock. At that time, Lance could only see Sherlock's slightly smiling eyes, and didn't think about what would happen later.

When he set foot on the land of country A again, Lance slammed two fists at the sky. It wasn't happiness, but the atmosphere. He and Sherlock were friends after all.

Do you know how much mental struggle and preparation he made when he overcame his fear and wanted to help him.

But in the middle of the night, people from McCoff knocked on the door and said that they needed their cooperation, and then they were stuffed into a private jet and sent to country A, which was okay.

Rhett was also worried, "Just send us back like this, if that person finds out."

Lance knew what Reid didn't say, but what was more important now was that they were pulled onto the plane in the middle of the night, and after nearly ten hours of flying, the private jet left them in a plane that didn't look very new. field and left.

They stood here for a long time, with luggage at their feet, and no staff came over.

"I seem to be hungry," Lance said to Rhett.

Rhett also rubbed his stomach, and felt that what Lance said was very good, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He smelled the smell of country A, and he seemed to smell the food in country A that was not much better than the UK. smell.

Lance fumbled in his pocket for a while before taking out his mobile phone. He sent a message to Garcia nervously. The FBI had just started working at this time. If he didn't work overtime last night, Garcia should have arrived at his home. In the office, if Garcia worked overtime last night, he should be lying on the chair and yawning.

[Garcia, Rhett and I were left in the wilderness, can you call us a car? 】

Soon, Garcia's news came back.

【wilderness? 】

[Probably a dilapidated airport somewhere in country A. The plane that dropped us just now has already flown away, but it is on the private jet route. You can directly locate us to pick us up. 】

Then Lance got a call from Garcia.

"Hey... are you back?" The cautious tone of the girl on the other end of the phone really made people feel distressed.

Lance pressed the release button, "Yes, Hu Qi and Gordon should be notified soon, but Rhett and I are a little hungry now, I wonder if we can have lunch with you."

Garcia laughed, "Probably not, there was a case yesterday, and they were still resting at the local hotel, but it doesn't matter, I will locate you... Your location is near them, I will, I will send a message to Morgan, You wait for a while."

The keyboard over there was crackling for a while, and after a few seconds, Lance and Rhett heard Garcia say to someone in a very cold voice, "The address has been sent to you, go pick up Lance and Rhett .”

"You and Derek had a fight?" Lance was surprised.

Garcia was silent for a while, "How do you know?"

"If you are talking to JJ or Emily, you should be more intimate, use the little excitement between girls, if you are talking to Gordon or Hu Qi, you should add the honorific title of Mr., then only Derek Yeah, but you just called him 'Morgan'." Lance shrugged.

"Um..." Garcia was silent for a while before saying, "I have some problems with him, we will solve it."

This means I don't want to talk too much.

Three to 10 minutes after hanging up the phone, a familiar black SUV appeared in Lance and Red's field of vision, and the SUV stopped in front of them. She shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun with her hands.

Morgan, wearing a black short-sleeved sweater, got off the SUV, wearing sunglasses, and with a smirk on his face, he came up and gave Lance a hammer on the shoulder, and then reached out and ruffled Reed's hair very naturally.

"Hey!" Reid yelled dissatisfiedly, but he just shook his head, and did not stop Morgan's move.

Lance also smiled, and then pointed to the luggage at his feet.

Morgan bent down to help them put their luggage in the trunk resignedly, and all three got into the car, with Reid in the back seat and Lance in the co-pilot.

He picked up the sunglasses placed above the co-pilot and put them on his face naturally. Lance felt that he had come alive. "It's not cold in this season, but isn't it too much to wear sweatshirts?" He looked again He glanced at Morgan's exposed muscular arms.

"It means that I am in good health." Morgan turned the steering wheel, "You guys came back very suddenly."

Speaking of this, Lance couldn't help complaining, "I thought there was going to be a big fight, even if I wasn't on the field, I would have to wave the flag and shout, but the one over there seemed to think that I was in the way , Throw it back to me directly, my contract with his brother hasn't expired yet."

"I haven't got my gun yet, but is that gun okay if it hasn't gone right in Country A?"

"If it wasn't for my trust in them, I wouldn't have followed them without weapons. Who would have thought that they would be thrown to us directly here."

"By the way, if you come here, we probably haven't formally reported for the handover, so we shouldn't be able to intervene in the case. Are you going to send us to the hotel to rest now?"

Morgan glanced at Lance with his slanted eyes. Lance thought he was thick-skinned enough to ignore Morgan's eyes with what you were thinking about, and looked forward calmly.

"I'll take you to the hotel first. Everyone else has tasks, so you rest first." Finally, Morgan told the next arrangement.

Lance took a special car and checked into the hotel with Reid with peace of mind.

However, there was a little accident when they checked in. The money Lance and Reid carried was in pounds, and Morgan had to pay them with a helpless face when they checked into the hotel.

It looks like I have to go to the bank to exchange, and I have to go through property exchange later.

Lying on the hotel bed, Lance raised his hand to look at the ring on his finger, and then at Rhett who was already sitting on the side packing his luggage.

The glass windows were open, and there was a faint smell of car exhaust coming in from the street. The air was much drier than Scotland Yard, and the sunlight also came in from the windows. Everything was illusory and unreal.

Lance covered his face with his arms, sat up suddenly and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Rhett turned around.

Lance frowned, "I'm going to buy a wooden warehouse."

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