[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Lance dozed off while swiping his phone. Anyway, he didn't see that the murderer had declared war on Sherlock. As for the post that directly provoked him, it should be the police.

Of course, Lance would not say that directly.

Fortunately, Sherlock fell into his own world after saying this, and he didn't see the expression of Lance sitting in front.

Jack secretly glanced at Lance from time to time, but Lance had expressed his attitude from the beginning, so he only felt a little pity.

John found out about the existence of the forum by following the URL given by Lance. After reading it for a while, he was attracted. He concentrated on watching all kinds of gossip, and the car was very quiet for a while.

"I saw a mousetrap in your house today." Lance played with his phone, "Did you buy it?"

John subconsciously said, "Yes, I put the cake in the kitchen and passed it by." He paused, "Sherlock doesn't like cake."

"But you didn't put the bait." Lance recalled, "Would the rats run up by themselves?"

Sherlock paused.

"I put cheese on it." John looked up, "Could it be that the IQ of the mice in Sherlock's house is also different from those in other houses?"

"..." Lance decided to drop the topic.

After Jack entered the city of London, the three of them dropped off the car, because Sherlock said that he wanted to eat a certain special dish, and Jack had other things to do.

"But I don't have anything to do!" Jack slowed down the car.

Sherlock knocked on the window, "You have it."

Jack's expression was blank at first, then blank, and then he stopped suddenly, "Oh God!"

Sherlock opened the car door first and got out of the car. John was stunned and followed. Lance kindly helped to close the car door and waved to Jack who was leaving quickly.

"Sherlock?" John put away his phone.

"You can't always ask me, dear John, you have to learn to use your own little brain." Sherlock shrugged, "Now..." He stretched out his hand and stopped a taxi smoothly.

Lance stopped another taxi and got in.

They are going to different places, Lance has a cheating cheat, now just need to find out Helena, and then find out her connection with this case.

He must be acting very fancy now. Robbing a prisoner with Sherlock Holmes is something that was unimaginable before.

Lance's current identity is not convenient to disclose, and there is really no way out in London, so the normal investigation method must not be suitable. He has become a lone ranger with his heart, which sounds very cool.

First of all, you can start with the girls' school and family. When you are an FBI, you can lie to the suspect but not to the victim's family. Now is not the time to talk about principles.

He needs a strong foreign aid.

A very powerful foreign aid who can help unconditionally.

This is not a simple matter. It is impossible to ask Moriarty for help, but I don't worry that he will stop him. After all, for a person like him, if he plays games by strategy or cheating, he will lose his only Interesting.

This man who only has fun and calfskin shoes left in his life~

I don't know if going directly to Sherlock's 'Guardian' will get some help. After all, he is a man who can make the monitors of the whole street available to him.

In Country A, the cocoa in Garcia's hand was already cold, but her eyes were fixed on the computer screen, her fingers were typing on the keyboard quickly, and the clicking sound of the keyboard was very obvious in the small space.

But Garcia didn't care about that.

The landline at hand rang at this time, and Garcia distracted his attention a little, then picked up a strangely shaped pen on the table and poked the button on the landline.

"This is the almighty Garcia, please tell me that you need me now." Garcia didn't have any happy expression on his face, "Although I am not as omnipotent as I said myself."

"Garcia." There was a trace of anxiety in the voice of the young man on the other end of the phone, "It's me, Garcia."

"Oh!" Garcia was taken aback, and the movements of his hands were also paused, "i'msorry, I thought you were..."

"I'm not Morgan."

"Yes, then... little handsome boy, is there anything I can do for you?"

"We got a website, which is a video of the missing child being imprisoned. It will be closed in 10 minutes. You can find..."

"Okay, send it to me." Garcia promised, "Red..."

"what?"

"No, nothing."

Garcia quickly opened the URL sent by Reid, but he felt a sense of awkwardness in his heart. It has been three months since Lance disappeared, and the upper echelons of the FBI have tried their best to search, but they can't find any traces. His existence It was as if it had been erased from that time, no matter whether it was exit records, credit card consumption or other things, there was almost not a single hair left, because of funding and manpower problems, the top also gave up.

The only thing that is unwilling to give up now is that the bau team has connected with Lance's former boss, Anna.

Even she has not been able to find out any information about Lance from the Internet until now, even from the Internet records of a period of time before Lance disappeared. The only thing she knows is that Lance Has been harassed by a mysterious person.

I have to say that this feeling really sucks.

"I don't like this." Garcia watched through the screen. "You said 20 minutes?"

"It is said that there will be once every three months, once for half an hour, we don't have much time, Garcia."

"Okay." Garcia turned his neck and moved his fingers quickly, "Let me see, I used a lot of agents, it doesn't matter, even if you transfer to the other side of the earth, I will find you."

"Listen to Garcia." Reid didn't hang up the phone in a hurry, "These children are said to come from abroad."

"But what you're looking for isn't..."

"We only have this clue." Rhett's voice was a little anxious, "Let's do this first."

"...Ah" Garcia opened his mouth, "Bye!"

What answered her was a beep that had been hung up long ago. Garcia licked his lips and took a sip of cocoa from the cup next to him with one hand. The cold cocoa tasted not so good.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the rhythmic keyboard sound sounded here again.

Garcia has devoted herself wholeheartedly to this network battle. She has to eliminate falsehoods among many agents, and she must also be vigilant about the actions of the other party to clean up her whereabouts. It really makes her whole blood burn.

"Oh, did you find me?" Garcia frowned slightly, "No, you won't find me, but I don't have much time, and I'm taking your coat off now... Oh, what a shame~"

The call from outside came in again.

Garcia didn't have time to say anything else at the moment, "It's better to have something urgent, buddy, or I'll blow your head off with the gun in my hand!"

"Wow, ok, Garcia." Morgan was a little surprised, "We guessed that the location is where the children are being held on the boat. We estimate that the abducted children were not far from these children, and they were auctioned off Then it will be sold to other countries, and it will be bad at that time.”

"Are you telling me to speed up? Dude, God knows my fingers are on fire right now. God, I don't want to know about this. Ship? Seaside? Then there are many places that can be ruled out." Garcia's lips moved quickly, " If you go to other countries, then it will not be a regular port, a small private one that is absolutely secret... can accommodate a dozen? maybe... oh, there will always be some ports that will become famous because of this."

Perhaps it was because the suspects had never been caught after committing crimes many times, so their self-confidence swelled to an unbelievable level. Garcia acted carefully and did not show his flaws in the process. Although the time was tight, at least he caught up.

Bau once again worked with the SWAT to arrest the suspects who were inspecting the 'cargo'.

It is introduced that the government of country a will probably send these children back to the country, and the children in this country will be 'adopted' by their parents soon. It has something to do with international affairs.

Rhett put his hands in his trouser pockets, and he wore big sunglasses on his face, which Morgan just took off for him. The weather outside is not hot now, but the sun looks good, and the sun is dismantled in his eyes Long strips of satin.

Morgan reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "Today is a fine day."

Rhett turned his head, "Don't test me, Morgan."

"Tsk." Morgan smacked his mouth, and then the phone rang. He raised his hand, then took out the phone and looked at it. The name of the call obviously surprised him, "Hello, beautiful lady?"

"Listen! Listen!" Garcia's tone was very excited, "You never would have thought of it!"

"I'm listening."

"I just hacked into that computer, you know, I knew the case would be taken over, oh, those people always like this, so I pulled out all the information in it and secretly backed it up, then I found this There are all kinds of unsightly things in the guy's computer, it's just..."

"The point, Garcia, is it something that can make them more guilty?"

Garcia was taken aback, "Oh, no, although it's a bit harsh, of course it doesn't include imprisoning or imprisoning these children." She paused, "Although I'm not very sure, I still think it is, my God I must be talking nonsense, I've..."

Morgan couldn't help but raised his other hand and pressed it down, "Calm down, Garcia, calm down, tell me slowly, what exactly did you see?"

There was a brief silence over there, and Garcia took a deep breath, "Lance, God, I saw Lance!"

"what?!"

"This guy seems to like to take pictures. I found a folder with a lot of pictures. They are all good-looking people. God bless me, I saw Lance at a glance. Maybe something else. I have to say that these pictures are all good-looking People." Garcia added, "It should be a candid shot."

"Time, time, Garcia!"

"That's not accurate, I'm not sure when it was filmed."

"Before the disappearance or after the disappearance?" Morgan clenched his fists tightly.

Reid next to him turned his head when he heard Min and Senci, and then he saw Morgan frowning and hung up the phone, looking at him with complicated eyes. Reid heard Morgan's voice, As if from far away, he said, "Spencer, Lance has a clue."

The sun really dazzled the eyes, but it was so cold.

Lance doesn't know what happened in country A. He is now concentrating on solving the problem in front of him. He didn't know much about the progress of the British police handling the case, but he referred to the British dramas he watched in his previous life and these days I have seen the police handling the case several times, combined with the setting of 'UK is the absolute home of Sherlock Holmes', silently put a cross on the back of the London police's ability to handle affairs.

John didn't tell Lance about Sherlock's whereabouts in the afternoon, and Lance didn't care, he knew everything was ok before it was over.

Now there is a guest in his home.

"So, sir, you want to see me?" The man on the opposite side was panting in a straight suit, with a handsome face, but the hairline on the back of his head seemed to spoil his handsomeness, as if to remind others of this A gentleman's age.

"I think so." Lance nodded, not caring about the man's arrogance, "It's the first meeting for me."

"That's true, Noah, Mr. Noah Lance, you haven't had lunch yet." The man put his hand on the armrest of the sofa, "This is not a good habit."

"Because I was called by a big detective to visit the scene where the police were played, sir." Lance nodded slightly, "I thought you knew."

"Of course I know." The man didn't deny it, "but this is basic etiquette."

"I know this too, sir." Lance raised his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, "So, I need some help now."

The man raised his eyebrows as if surprised, "My help?"

"Yes." Lance nodded, "I'm just a poor man from a foreign country. Now I'm in trouble. I just want to ask the government for some help. I think it's reasonable."

"Oh! But I'm just a small employee!" The man sighed, "You can't expect me to do great things!"

"But the trouble I'm in is really big, can't you pity me?" Lance sighed, "I'm a partner with the great detective."

The man narrowed his eyes, and suddenly he stood up, "Nice carpet."

"uh-huh."

"I'm always worried that he's too lively, you know he's restless." The man pondered, "But if he's not happy, I'll be sad too."

"I swear sir." Lance looked sideways, "I'm really a poor man."

"Oh~ Of course." The man looked at Lance and nodded slightly, "Mycroft Holmes."

"Noah Lance."

The author has something to say: I don't know much about hacking techniques, well, I don't understand at all, that's probably what it means...