[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

This is London, England, a city known as the city of smog. Many people like it, and many people don't like it, but no matter what, the city is located here.

Lance held a map in his hand, thinking about when he would be able to arrive at the legendary British Museum.

It’s not that Lance is feeling overwhelmed now, because Moriarty’s hands are long enough. Almost every once in a while someone will give a report to Lance about the things at Quantico’s headquarters. A very good method of containment.

At least my teammates have no personal safety hazards. It is even said that Moriarty is still focusing on protecting Reed. In short, before their game is over, there is no need to worry about other things, as long as he can survive. up.

"Um..." Lance looked down at the map again, and was silent for a while. It seemed that it was time to buy a car!

"Ah, I'sorry."

Lance, who was hit by someone because he didn't pay attention to the road ahead, apologized subconsciously.

"No, it's okay, I was at fault too." The voice of the person who was hit was a little disturbed, Lance regained his composure and saw the crutch in his hand.

Perhaps because he noticed Lance's gaze, the young man became even more uneasy, his eyeballs kept rolling, and after a pause, he started to walk to the left.

"Ah." Lance stretched out his hand and waved the map in his hand, "I heard that many gentlemen in England are holding a cane. I was a little excited when I saw it for the first time. Don't you mind?"

The young man stopped in his footsteps. He looked at Lance for a while and seemed to be thinking about the authenticity of what Lance said.

Lance grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "I came from country A, and I'm planning to settle here. I'm getting familiar with the environment now."

The young man pursed his lips and seemed not to be impressed by Lance's words. He nodded at Lance and left.

Lance blinked his eyes. This is one of the few times he failed to strike up a conversation, but people are not always successful. The most important thing now is to find the British Museum.

Before the game starts, you have to relax first, visit places of interest or something.

The words here seem to be walking... huh?go right?

Lance tilted his head.

"Cough!" came the sound of crutches behind him.

Lance turned his head and saw the young man who had just walked past standing there with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"If you don't mind, I can take you there."

Lance's eyes widened, "Really? That's great! You really are a gentleman!"

The muscles on the young man's face trembled a few times, and he turned his face away uncomfortably.

"You can go directly by bus." The young man was a little speechless after knowing Lance's destination, "Don't you usually want to know all the ways to get there when you want to go to a place?"

Lance shook his head, "I want to go there. My work hasn't started yet, so I have free time. When I get busy, I will enjoy life like a spinning top. It's like the meteor shower in the Gamma Galaxy. Walk more to understand."

"..." The young people obviously didn't agree with Lance's theory.

Lance didn't care either, "Hey, there's a nice cafe in front!"

The young man paused, "Cafe?"

"That one, the decoration looks very nice!" Lance turned his head, "It's been a long time since we talked, and I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Noah Lance. Nice to meet you."

"John, John Watson." The young man coughed dryly again, "The museum opens at ten o'clock."

"..." Lance felt that his expression should be blank for a second.

"Did something happen?"

Lance shook his head, "I just feel like I've heard your name somewhere before."

John nodded, "It's a very common name."

"That sounds like it." Lance smiled.

While the two were talking, they had arrived at the cafe that Lance had mentioned, ordered two cups of coffee and a small plate of snacks and sat down to rest.

Looking at the scenery outside through the glass window, Lance felt his heart was washed.

John stroked the rim of the coffee cup with his fingers, and when he looked up, he saw Lance staring outside and didn't bother him. His intuition told him that this handsome and fashionable young man in front of him also had serious concerns, but he hid it Just better than myself.

"Think about it if I hadn't left country A, I should be drinking coffee with my lover now." Lance sighed, "He always lives in the way the textbook says, but even if I tell him to drink coffee A kind of chronic drug use that he himself is very afraid of, but he still can't stop."

"...he?" John repeated.

Lance turned his head, "I think we had a good conversation. If possible, I hope you will become my first friend in England. In this way, there are some things as friends, so as to avoid unnecessary troubles that may arise in the future." It would be better to disclose gradually."

"..." John was silent for a moment.

Lance took a sip of coffee, "Although the way I revealed that my lover is a man may not be very gradual."

"..." John lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, "Nice to meet you, I don't...I mean..."

"You look very much like him now." Lance smiled, "He is also completely messed up when he is nervous, but there is a mistake in your words."

"what?"

"I'm not gay. I used to like girls. I can't accept other men except him." Lance picked up a small biscuit, "So don't worry."

John froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly relaxed a lot.

In the next day, Lance walked down an area of ​​London under the leadership of John. By the time the British Museum was closed, the two of them didn't care.

"Come here, you can take the car directly when you come here~" Lance put away the map in a good mood, and looked at John again, "I think my legs will definitely not be able to move tomorrow."

John also thumped his leg. He exchanged basic information with Lance, and naturally told about his leg injury, but Lance still insisted that he looked like a gentleman with a cane, "I think it's okay. "

The two ended up having dinner together and exchanging cell phone numbers before separating.

What Lance thinks is that if the other party is really that John Watson, there should be quite a lot of opportunities to contact him in the future, so there is no need to deliberately keep in touch, he still wants to hang out now.

As a result, when he was wandering around a university the next day, he saw John, whom he had met yesterday, holding a paper cup in his hand and sitting on a chair with another man chatting.

"Good morning, John." Lance walked over to say hello, "I didn't expect to meet you today."

"Ah, good morning Noah." John stood up almost immediately, and he even breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah..." Lance rolled his eyes and looked at the fat man sitting beside him, "It's our first time meeting you."

"Hello." The man stood up and extended his hand to Lance with a smile on his face. "I'm Mike Stanford, John's former colleague."

"Hello." Lance thought this man was very friendly, and he didn't mind having another friend. "I'm Noah Lance. I just arrived in England. Nice to meet you."

"Have you just arrived in England?" Mike was a little surprised, "This is a beautiful country."

"Yes." Lance smiled, "I'm already fascinated by her."

"That's great." Mike paused, "I was talking about the house with John just now, and I'm going to take him to meet the co-tenant. Are you interested in coming together?"

Lance was a little surprised, but he still said, "Of course there is no problem, but..." He set his eyes on John.

The man was still drinking coffee, but his nerves were tense, so he noticed it the first time Lance saw him, "Well, if you don't mind."

"Of course!"

The meeting place was Barts Hospital. John and Mike were very familiar with this place. Mike took them into a laboratory with many equipment stacked on a long table. At the end of the table was a man wearing a A young man in black is concentrating on observing the things under the microscope.

He didn't lift his head when he heard someone coming in, "Lend me your phone."

Mike walked in and sat down on the other side, "Where's your phone?"

"It's in the pocket of my windbreaker." The young man raised his head, looked at John and Lance, then lowered his head again, "Two? No, one."

"Cough." John approached the table and took out his mobile phone, "If you don't mind, then use mine."

Lance blinked twice, watching the young man approach quickly and take John's cell phone away.

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

"sorry?"

"Afghanistan or Iraq?"

John coughed dryly, his eyes wandered to Mike, and Mike nodded to him.

"Afghanistan, but how do you know?"

The young man looked at the phone screen for a while and then returned it to John, sighing, "It's very simple, your friends know it too."

John subconsciously looked at Lance, and Lance looked back innocently, "I'm still in the process of progressing step by step."

John was taken aback for a moment, then reacted, and was about to speak.

"He's a policeman, maybe young enough to be promising." The young man interrupted without hesitation, "Do you like the violin? Sometimes I can play it, and sometimes I won't speak for days at a time."

Lance looked at his new friend who was still in a daze and couldn't help feeling a little worried, "I think this gentleman should be educating you about his daily behavior so that you can refer to whether you can become a co-tenant partner smoothly."

John turned his head in disbelief, "But I haven't said anything yet!"

Mike shrugged, "I didn't say either."

"..."

"Oh~" The young man shook his head slightly, "A person from country A."

Lance raised his eyebrows, "That's right."

The author has something to say: The little doctor went into the toilet...

【goodbye】