[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

The weather in Edinburgh today is very good and the view is bright, so even if the destination is slightly remote and the buildings are old, it will definitely not make people feel scary.

There is an iron fence around the old castle, and the patterns on it are also exquisite and rich. The financial resources of the original director can be seen. Through the fence, you can see that there are knee-high weeds growing everywhere inside. Occasionally, one or two plants are quite conspicuous. It was a note of a tree showing a head among the weeds, looking extremely desolate.

"It's more like it." Lance rubbed his wrist, "It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with it from the outside."

"What if something really happened?" Rhett looked around, "Someone has been here not long ago."

"Don't worry, since I didn't receive the 'stop' message, it means that Sherlock's current situation has not escaped monitoring, at least it is still safe." Lance grinned, "But things other than safety should not be guaranteed. So accurate."

There used to be a lock on the iron gate, but now it was opened. Lance put on his white gloves and pushed it lightly, and the door opened slowly inward, with two "squeak" friction sounds.

"I don't like this voice." Lance felt that his evaluation was very pertinent, "It's as bad as my current mood."

Rhett glanced at the corner of his mouth that was still smiling, and couldn't help but shudder for some reason, he muttered something softly, and when Lance looked curiously, he closed his mouth again and refused to say anything.

Lance didn't want to get angry with him, so he had to continue to suppress his anger and entered the small manor. Fortunately, although the other places were sloppy, people could still leave on the road leading to the main entrance of the castle.

The two arrived after a short walk. As soon as they got close to Lance, they realized that something was wrong. The gate of the castle was closed, and there were two mobile phones not far away.

"..." Reid quickly pulled Lance, then walked forward and took out the glove from his pocket to cover the phone, picked up one and looked at it carefully.

"It belongs to Sherlock and John." Lance glanced at it, "It seems that they were really caught."

Rhett sighed softly, "Call the police."

Lance pondered for a while, "Good idea!" He clapped his hands suddenly, "He said that he received a distress message from a friend, and when he arrived at the destination, he found his friend's mobile phone. He suspected that his friend had been killed, so he applied for an excavator to level the ground. here!"

Rhett felt that Lance was worried about these two friends, but he didn't seem to be very worried when he said the words, and he didn't know what to do for a while, "But what if there is really danger..."

"One, John has time to text me."

"It shows that there was plenty of time at that time, and I took special care not to call the police. This shows that the situation at the time was also very optimistic. Dr. Watson was mostly angry."

"Second, we've been here almost two hours from London."

"If they have already been killed, their mobile phones should not appear here. Putting them here is more likely to lure us in, and this kind of behavior also shows that they are already under the control of the planner. He is not even afraid of us calling the police to find them." The police, there is a possibility that they want more people to pay attention." Reid answered very naturally, "But we can't take it lightly because of this."

"Good." Lance nodded, squinted his eyes, touched his waist and passed the pistol over, "Use my gun and aim at his head in danger. It's a bit troublesome to kill someone now. Of course, if you are forced not to The only way is to aim at his legs."

Rhett took the gun, "...oh."

"Don't be unhappy, I'm just mocking your marksmanship." Lance took a deep breath, then slowly sent a text message to Lestrade, and forwarded the text message John sent him an hour ago , and then calmly put the phone back into his pocket, reached out and pushed the door open.

With a slight creaking sound, the door of the castle slowly opened inward.

Lance covered his mouth and nose, "Why on earth do I have to come in and help them! Sherlock doesn't come to my comic book house to take care of my business!"

Rhett knew that Lance was just complaining, so he focused on the decorations in the castle. The more classical decorations can also reflect the age of the building, and compared with the clutter outside, the inside is very quiet Now, there is no obvious dust on the ground, there is no damp smell in the air, and there is a faint scent of roses, as if someone has lived in it and cleaned it carefully before they came here.

"Noah?" Reid noticed something was wrong, just turned his head to talk to Lance, and found that Lance was already lying on the ground face to face, just as soon as he panicked, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything up.

When Rhett opened his eyes, he subconsciously looked to his side. There was nothing there, rubbed the back of his neck, and Rhett looked around again, "Noah?"

No one answered, the light in the field of vision was very weak, and it was emitted from a point on the wall, with a slight yellowish tint.Reid squinted his eyes and was still a little confused, but he knew that he was knocked out, and he also knew that Lance had not escaped except himself, and he was also knocked out.

He called Lance's name a few more times, but he didn't get a response, and he was a little worried, but he turned to think of Lance's ability, and comforted himself that Noah was much better than himself, so it should be fine.

Reid got up and touched his body. The gun on his body was gone. After thinking for a while, he still felt very worried, but he had no choice but to grab his hair anxiously.

"Who's there!" Suddenly, a light not far away gradually approached.

Reid raised his hand to cover his eyes, and when the light slowly approached, he could barely see the person coming, a knee-length black windbreaker, expensive suit pants, a pair of black leather shoes, and... …Look up to a red scarf? "Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, "Dr Riel?"

"Dr Rhett." Rhett blinked and barely adjusted to the light, "What happened?"

"Oh!" Sherlock rolled his eyes and moved the things in his hand a little, "I thought you could understand from the current situation." He always speaks with a little seriousness that makes people feel It was mocking, "Of course it's been 3 minutes and you haven't remembered that human beings should walk upright. You probably wasted your IQ of 187."

Listening to Sherlock's words, Rhett suddenly realized that he was still sitting, and couldn't help blushing. He scratched his hair again but quickly got up, and patted the dust on his body carefully before asking, "Mr. Is Noah here?"

"Unfortunately, Doctor." Sherlock shrugged, "I didn't meet you."

Rhett nodded.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. The two high-intelligence people who met each other and hadn't found a common topic formed a team silently, and wandered around here silently.

On the other hand, after pretending that he was beaten unconscious, Lance carefully reviewed the clues he had now, and combined the situation he encountered with Reid, and then concluded that the person who sent the text message was actually Sherlock, the person who was really knocked out was probably John, that bastard really just wanted to pull him in to play an adventure puzzle game.

Obviously, the planner of this game is not so friendly to the player, which can be seen from his rude actions when carrying him.

Lance was quickly moved away by two people holding his head and feet. He almost took the time to open his eyes, pretending that he was still confused. Lance looked around, and his mobile phone was searched before being moved. He left, but he probably also knew that the two people who carried him were young and strong young men. Apart from himself, there was also movement in Reid's place. Based on this calculation, the other party should be a gang of more than four people.

Lance sat up against the wall, took a rest for a while before touching the wall and stood up, after giving himself a thumbs up for his weakness, he felt that he should be more dedicated, so he shouted a few more times, "Doctor! PhD!"

Some hoarse voices spread in the not-so-wide channel, which seemed a little creepy.

Lance felt that the effect was quite good, so he yelled a few more times. He wasn't worried about Rhett. If the other party wanted to kill someone directly, he didn't need to knock him out. There was no danger for the time being, and the little doctor's psychology De Ke is much better than him, even if he meets a lunatic, he can still deal with it...

Damn Sherlock!If something happens to Rhett he's gonna screw his head off!

Lance lowered his head, his expression distorted for a moment. If he hadn't handed the gun to Rhett at that time, he was afraid that Rhett would be accidentally injured in a conflict, how could he become what he is now!

"Da, da, da" came the slight sound of footsteps.

Lang paused, then raised his head suddenly, "Little Doctor? Spence? Is that you?"

The footsteps paused for a few seconds, and then suddenly became faster, "da da da".

"Noah?!" The familiar male voice was getting closer with the sound of footsteps.

Lance raised his eyebrows and realized who was coming.

John was sweating a little from running, and only after turning a corner in the aisle in front of him did he see his friend who was leaning against the wall and looking at him eagerly, so he quickened his pace again, "You?"

Lance: "I'm coming."

John stopped in front of Lance and took a deep breath, "Why are you here?"

Lance: "Sure enough, it was a text message from Sherlock!"

"SMS?" John didn't reply, "You shouldn't know I'm here."

"Sherlock used your mobile phone to send me a text message asking me to save you!" Lance scratched his hair irritably, "I got a twitch and dragged Spence over here!"

John: "..."

The author has something to say: this time Lance himself didn't think about it. Although he said that Sherlock and the others should be safe, it might be Sherlock's prank, but he was also worried about Sherlock and John, so he and Rui Germany rushed over.

After seeing their mobile phones, he also realized that things were not that simple, so he sent a text message to Lestrade and gave him his gun for Reed's safety.

Who knew it was a delayed open-door kill. When he was beaten, he was sure that there must be more than two people present, because Sherlock and John must be suppressed in terms of numbers, and the gun is in Reid's hands. If he fights now It must be able to beat, but there is no guarantee that Reid will not be affected.

So he chose to lie down.

Hey……

I knew I wouldn't give Rhett the gun...

And Sherlock brought John to investigate the case, definitely not to celebrate the development of a new relationship other than cohabitants for honeymoon——

Ok