[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Donovan forced herself to take a deep breath. She really couldn't understand why her sheriff had to rely on Sherlock. This man was smart, there was no doubt about it, but he was so arrogant and rude, as if in his eyes, except The only function of all life except himself is to consume the oxygen in the air.

Look at his triumphant look!

"It seems that the freak found himself a follower after finding himself a doctor?" Donavan still remembered this young man who rested in Sherlock's house last time, no matter how he looked, as long as he was with Sherlock Those who touch the edge must have a little different color.

Lance shook his head decisively, "Just friends, ma'am."

Donavan hooked his mouth, "Wow, my friend!"

Lance looked away from the surroundings, looked at the curly-haired woman and chuckled, "Yeah, everyone loves Sherlock~"

Donavan snorted softly, obviously suspicious of Lance's words.

John's conclusion after examining the corpse should be similar to the information collected by the identification department present, so no one would say that there is something wrong, Sherlock stood listening to John's words while thinking.

Lance is looking at the girl's posture, the body is facing upwards, and his hands are lightly put together on the abdomen. This is an established posture, usually when the dead are put into the coffin, or it is shown in many movies An elegant sleeping position, her body was not meant to be desecrated, it could even be said to be almost beautified.

According to the family's explanation, the girl should have disappeared not long ago, not more than 24 hours, and the time of death was not long, but the cumbersome clothes on her body fit very well, and her makeup was meticulous, which could not be done in a hurry, so this must be an accident. targeted murder.The place where the girl's body was placed should be an ideal place to dump the body if it is in a general environment, but it is beside the road. I want people to find her as soon as possible and feel guilty for her.

Helena is 23 years old. London Lance lowered his head to digest the information he got, and then thought of his experience in handling cases in bau. Maybe this world is mixed with Sherlock Holmes, so the UK is almost Holmes' home field. Sometimes it is true. It will make people think that the police officers of Scotland Yard really eat dry food.

Strictly speaking, the situation on Quantico's side is actually similar. Most of the police officers also seek help from Bau.

So the police are really useless?

It seems that I have reached a very remarkable conclusion after groping.

Lance was a little startled by his own thoughts, and then looked at the other police officers present with veiled eyes. No matter what, where Holmes was, the light of other people would be covered up, what a pity.

"Alright Sherlock." Lestrade was always very patient with Sherlock, "ineed your help, now, tell me what you know!"

Sherlock glanced at him, with a hint of blame in his tone, "You have to be patient, although many people are making noise here, I still know what I want to know."

Adelson glared at him and looked at Lestrade, "I think we're wasting our time, inviting this freak over every time, we don't need him!"

Lance watched John stand up in embarrassment and did not relax. Standing up was conspicuous, so he leaned against the police car silently.

"So? Sherlock, not everyone is as smart as you. I need you to make it clear." Lestrade took a deep breath.

Sherlock understood, "Of course, I know the gap between you and me." He lowered his voice, "That's what I'm wondering too."

What the hell is going on in your little brains?

John felt that Sherlock's next sentence was this, and the faces of several police officers present were not very good, John immediately shouted to ease the atmosphere, "Sherlock, I mean, I don't really understand it, I can explain it." for a while?"

"Ah!" Sherlock sighed, "But Noah already knew."

Lance: "..." It's none of his business!

John licked his lips and turned to look at Lance who was leaning against the car door.

Lance immediately adjusted his posture and pretended to be in a daze.

"You should do something!" John was about to lose his temper. "You can't treat everyone like idiots!"

Lance was speechless, "Why don't you get angry at Sherlock?"

"He's in 'you'"

At this time, Sherlock pointed to the girl's body lying on the ground and began to speak, "First of all, her makeup, which is meticulous, also represents a style, together with the current posture and clothing style, oh, I have studied I have heard folk legends about vampires. Although it is a bit ridiculous, it has to be said to be a very exciting story. However, vampires are immortal, but this lady is already dead. The fabrics and workmanship of her clothes are not what ordinary stores can make. , very particular, very fine, I’m sorry to have said this just now, but it also explains the origin of this dress, a very well-fitting dress, not all people can afford it, and not all tailors can make it successfully.” He Her eyes became very bright, dazzlingly confident, "Her shoes, her hair accessories, her necklace, you also know her family, not particularly rich, this is a big clue that she was moved Here, the murderer must leave as soon as possible without being discovered, there must be a car, a fast car."

"Anything else?" John asked.

"It's dressed like a vampire, but I've seen her teeth, and they don't have the fangs that symbolize a vampire." Sherlock grinned as he spoke, stretched out his index fingers and compared them, "Then I noticed The bite marks on her neck."

"You mean those two blood holes?" Lestrade glanced at John, "Vampire?"

"Come on, that kind of legendary beast doesn't necessarily cook its food like this." Sherlock waved his hand, "The blood-sucked and toothless ones are only food, but she also has the same wound on her arm, if It is really the kind of creature in the legend, and it should not take many mouthfuls of food."

"Maybe a lot..." John answered subconsciously.

"Almost the same blood hole?" Sherlock shook his head, "There is only one on the neck, but there are denser ones on the arm." He suddenly showed a strange smile, "And it's at that location."

Lestrade frowned and turned around, then quickly walked to the corpse and rolled up the girl's sleeves again. There were three 'bite marks' on the upper part of the small arm.

"She injects drugs?" Lestrade raised his eyes. "Is this a cover-up?"

"Probably." Sherlock said and began to walk back and forth, "It's easy to speculate on the time period. There should be cameras at the places going out of the city and entering the city. This is your business."

Lestrade did not continue to answer.

Lance continued to pretend to be in a daze, he seemed to understand the reason why Sherlock asked John to call him to come with him - to improve the average IQ of this road or something, his only role now is this, it sounds quite interesting.

"You've locked yourself in the house since the last case." Lestrade reminded Sherlock in a low voice as he ordered the body to be taken away. "You didn't even draw the curtains."

Sherlock turned his face impatiently, "It's him again."

"Um..." Lestrade touched his nose, "It's your own body, at least come out and take a walk."

Lance came over and pulled John aside, then looked at his friend up and down, "Have you been doing well recently?"

John smiled, "Sorry, but I'm doing well. I've already found a job as a doctor." The young man smiled warmly, with a different kind of tenderness, "If you have skills in this area You need to come to my clinic to have a look."

Lance: "I bet you didn't say that to Sherlock."

"Yes."

Lance: "You are fatter than when I saw you a few days ago, and your eyes are smaller when you smile."

John: "..."

That doesn't sound like a compliment.

"Stupid approach." Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, "I'm out now."

"En." Lestrade was a little confused, "Although the situation here is not very good, you always come out." He watched his subordinates work in an orderly manner, and Anderson and Donavan were also busy elsewhere "Now can you tell me about your new friend?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn't mean anything else, I'm just worried about you, Sherlock." Lestrade added hastily.

Sherlock turned around, "For the investigation, I suggest starting with her usual friends, and her behavior before and after her disappearance last night. After all, she didn't go to the party after she went out."

"Okay." Lestrade nodded, and then realized, "I don't need you to teach me how to do it!"

While chatting with Lance, John distractedly listened to the conversation between the two men secretly. Seeing that Lance seemed to have no resistance to this, he felt a little worried. In fact, he more or less knew that some countries’ governments would treat some special The personnel used an extreme protective method, such as suspended animation, and then let him start a new life in another place with another identity.

Although Lance didn't directly explain it, John himself could hear the clues from some of Sherlock's words. Besides, Lance didn't deliberately hide it from him. After he got off the battlefield, he was different from before. The former friend When we meet now, we will be estranged because of the different circumstances.

There are not many people who can sit down and chat with him now. To say that Sherlock has a relationship close to admiration and trust, John, a friend of Lance, cherishes it very much.

He didn't want any trouble to come to Lance because of him.

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