[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"If you don't want to come out next time, I'm serious, Noah, you can just say it." John lowered his voice again, "Neither Sherlock nor I will make things difficult."

Lance: "Do you think you and Sherlock can embarrass me?"

John thought Lance was joking, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "We are friends, and you saw that there is actually some danger around Sherlock."

Lance nodded. "I agree with that, but you don't have to worry about that."

Lestrade no longer had the idea of ​​finding the information he wanted in Sherlock's almost scattered words, and he turned and left after the scene personnel cleaned up the scene.

Sherlock didn't even leave a car for them.

Lance looked at the back of the police car gradually moving away, and said, "Why don't we go in the police car?"

Sherlock looked displeased, "I don't like police cars, there's a smell in them."

John lowered his voice again, but now it was probably out of anger, "So how should we go back now? Sherlock, don't tell me you don't know how far we are from London now!"

"Twenty miles more." Lance yawned, "If we start walking from now on, we will definitely be able to get home tomorrow, don't worry too much."

John stomped, "I knew I would have left with them just now."

"Impossible, John, you can't do without me, you know that." Sherlock interrupted John lightly to complain, "Noah also said that we just need to spend some time, which is good for the body."

Lance tilted his head, and what he said was true, this kind of perfunctory, not to mention that he would not be able to accept it even if it was John.

Sure enough, the one who answered Sherlock was John's face full of anger again, "Damn it!"

"If we're lucky, we may meet a kind person who is willing to take us for a ride." Lance shrugged, "But this is also based on the fact that we are alone. On this road, no one will Let three grown men get into the car."

"What's the use of talking?" John asked.

Lance shut his mouth.

"Can't you two high IQ guys think before you do something?"

"My IQ is only a little higher than ordinary people." Lance felt that this aspect should be a little more serious, "but my boyfriend's IQ is 187."

Sherlock took out the mobile phone in his pocket, "Don't worry about John, we will have a car, just wait for a while." His fingers moved quickly on the screen of the mobile phone, and soon a text message was sent out, and then he Putting the phone back in his pocket, the corner of his mouth hooked, "What we need to do now is to continue the investigation of the case just now."

"But the police have left."

"So it's our home game now." Sherlock straightened his collar, "By the way, the iq test is actually not very accurate."

He walked quickly to the grass on the side of the road, not far from where the corpse had just been parked.

"Is there anything here?" John stood on the curb and did not follow.

Lance looked sideways, "This place has almost been stepped on, but if it's Sherlock, you should be able to see the original appearance of this place, but you need to be faster. If the sun turns to the other side of the earth, the light will not That's great."

Sherlock's eyes widened when he heard this, "Oh!"

John quickly asked, "Sherlock, what's the matter?"

"Useless information!" Sherlock shook his head, "This kind of thing..."

Lance felt as if he had discovered something very interesting =w=

Of course it's only for fun.

John obviously also noticed that something was wrong with Sherlock, but since the curly hair entered the state in the next second, he didn't want to bother him.

"Noah, we are friends." He stared at Lance, "I don't want anything about Sherlock to be hidden between us."

Lance: "...why do I think you're speaking so strangely?"

"Just tell me what happened to him just now." John's eyes were all serious.

"Shut up, you two! You're interrupting my thinking!" Sherlock almost jumped up. "Stop talking, stop thinking, stop breathing!"

Lance: "..."

John: "..."

"Look at these marks, Anderson definitely didn't notice this place." Sherlock's fingers slid across the grass, "he put her down here, the grass here has traces of being crushed, although it's only a little bit, it's just different of."

"What else?" Lance was not very good at this, but Sherlock was a professional.

Sherlock's eyes lit up, "The direction, his direction is towards the city of London, oh my god, we can't waste time here!"

Lance: "..." Where did you go in the morning?

John: "He doesn't like police cars."

Sherlock's clockwork seemed to be tightened. He walked around the grass, ran a little further after a while, squatted down again when John and Lance were about to lose sight, and picked up something. Put it in your pocket, then turned around and walked over as if nothing had happened.

Lance squatted on the side of the road, squinting his eyes and looking at the road with no shadow of half a car.

"What did Sherlock pick up?" John hammered his leg and then squatted down, "He doesn't seem to want to share it with us."

"...En." Lance nodded, "I'm more concerned about when the car Sherlock said will arrive."

John froze, "Did he say there was a car?"

"..." IQ was raised.

Sherlock can't do anything else, but his ability to instruct others to do things for him is second to none. Perhaps because he sensed Mr. Curly's urgency, a private car soon appeared and wobbled to a stop on the side of the road. .

A fat man panted and rolled down the window. His hair was all combed up, and there were still a few drops of sweat on his exposed forehead. "I'm here."

"En." Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, walked over, opened the rear door and sat in, "Oh, a party."

"Yes." The man swallowed, as if to calm himself down. At this time, Lance and John, who were squatting on the side of the road, also got into the car. John sat in the back seat with Sherlock. Si got into the co-pilot, and the man first looked at Lance in the co-pilot, "Oh, I just, I just happened to... Sir, are you Sherlock's friend or something else?"

Lance smiled politely, "It's a friend. To be honest, I still don't quite understand why I was pulled out by him."

The man raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened, "Yes, that's right, Sherlock always has some whimsical ideas, and sometimes it's really overwhelming, i'm sorry, Jack, Jack Fommins. "

"Lance." Lance nodded again, "Spencer Lance"

"Um... Spencer?" Jack smacked his lips, "Not a bad name~"

Lance looked up at the two people in the rearview mirror, especially John's bewildered look, "I also think that my wife will blush with joy if she knows your praise."

"..." Jack was silent for a moment, "Oh, actually, Sherlock and I are not friends, we just, just, he helped me a little bit, which is considered a favor."

Sherlock covered his nose and mouth with his hands, and kept scanning the inside of the car. He didn't speak. The words that Jack just said must have been cut off, and the atmosphere was a little stalemate for a while.

John gave a dry cough and turned his gaze out of the window. Lance looked down at his mobile phone. There are several good local news networks in London, as well as some public forums for citizens to communicate. Almost every day There are people posting something on it all the time. Although the gossip attribute is a bit serious, it is still a good way to pass the time.

#伦敦园园震见'纸类'female corpse, vampire declares war Scotland Yard# Lance snapped his fingers, "John?"

"what"

"I gave you a URL, I saw something, of course I sent it to you because I knew Sherlock would not click on it." Lance copied the URL and re-sent it to John, "I have to say London His 'paparazzi' abilities are the second best I've ever seen."

John lowered his head and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "The first stick you've ever seen?"

"En." Lance did not shy away, "She can sneak into the scene of a crime, grab the hearts of people around her and use them, capture sensitive words and amplify them and write extremely inflammatory articles, she can even get the police from the police. Digging into the mouth of fierce material."

Sherlock opened his eyes, "great"

"Does she have any special magical powers? I mean something that can't help but be addicted to it?" Jack was also surprised to hear it.

Lance thought about Miss Lowndes' appearance, "It's for a sexy girl."

"Wow~ you like her?"

Lance glanced at Jack with a half-smile, "Sir, you were speeding just now."

"..."

"But I do like her." He breathed a sigh of relief, "This kind of self-righteous person is the easiest to be caught. Looking through the relevant laws and regulations can completely destroy her reputation."

"..." Jack shivered, and reached out to touch the handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

After the initial silence, John whispered to Sherlock about the post that appeared on the phone. Sherlock concluded that the person who posted the post was related to the case, or that the person was nearby when they were at the scene.

Because the key words in the title of the post are all consistent with what Sherlock and Lestrade said, there is no such thing as too much coincidence in this world.

"This is him declaring war on me." Sherlock closed his eyes again, but the corners of his mouth curled up.