"If you don't want to come out next time, I mean seriously, Noah, you can just say it. John lowered his voice again, "Neither Sherlock nor I will be embarrassed. ”

Lance: "Do you think you and Sherlock can make things difficult for me?"

John thought Lance was joking, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "We're friends, and you see 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 was looking for in Sherlock's almost scattered words, and he turned and left after the on-site personnel had cleared the scene.

Sherlock was not even left with a car.

Lance looked at the back of the police car gradually moving away, and slammed his mouth, "Why don't we take the police car and go?"

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

John lowered his voice again, only now probably out of anger, "So how are we going back now?" Sherlock, don't sue me that you don't know how far we are from the city of London now!"

"Twenty miles, a little more. Lance yawned, "If we leave now, we'll be able to get home tomorrow, don't worry too much." ”

John stomped his foot, "I knew I was going with them just now." ”

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

Lance tilted his head, saying the same as the truth, this kind of perfunctory should not be said that even John could not accept it.

Sure enough, it was John's angry face that answered Sherlock, "Damn it!"

"If we're lucky, we might meet someone kind who is willing to give us a ride. Lance shrugged, "But it's also based on the fact that we're alone, and no one is going to let three grown males get on a road like this." ”

"What's the use of what you're talking about?" asked John.

Lance kept his mouth shut.

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

"My IQ is just a little bit higher than the average person. Lance felt that he should be a little stricter in this regard, "But my boyfriend has an IQ of 187." ”

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

"But the police have left. ”

"So now it's our home turf. Sherlock straightened his collar, "By the way, IQ tests aren't actually very accurate. ”

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

"Is there anything here?" said John, standing on the curb of the road, not following.

Lance looked sideways, "It's almost trampled here, but if it's Sherlock, you should be able to see what it looks like, but it's faster, and if you wait until the sun turns to the other side of the earth, the light won't be so good." ”

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

John hurriedly asked, "Sherlock, what's wrong?"

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

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

Of course, it's just about fun.

John also apparently noticed that something was wrong with Sherlock, but he couldn't bother him when the curly hair was in shape in the next second.

"Noah, we're friends. He stared at Lance, "I don't want anything between us to hide from Sherlock. ”

Lance: "...... Why do I think you're saying this weirdly?"

"Just tell me what happened to him. John's eyes were full of seriousness.

"Shut up, you two! you're disturbing my thoughts!" Sherlock almost jumped, "stop talking, stop thinking, stop breathing!"

Lance: "......"

John: "......"

"Looking at the traces, Anderson certainly didn't find it here. Sherlock ran his fingers across the grass, "and here he put her down, the grass here has been crushed, only a little, but different." ”

"And what?" Lance wasn't very good at it, but Sherlock was a professional.

Sherlock's eyes lit up, "Direction, his direction is towards the city of London, oh my God, we can't waste time in this place!"

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

John: "He doesn't like police cars. ”

Sherlock's clockwork seemed to be tightened, and he walked around the grass, running a little farther after a while, crouching down again when John and Lance were about to lose vision, picking something up and putting it in his pocket, and then turning and walking over as if nothing had happened.

Lance crouched on the side of the road, squinting at the road where there was no shadow of half a car.

"Sherlock picked up something. John hammered his leg and crouched down, "He didn't seem to mean to share it with us." ”

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

John was stunned, "Did he say he had a car?"

The "......" IQ has been raised.

Sherlock couldn't do anything else, but his ability to instruct others to do things for him was first-class, perhaps because he felt Curly-haired's eagerness, and soon a private car appeared and stopped on the side of the road.

A slightly chubby man panted and rolled down the window, his hair all combed up, and there were still a few drops of sweat on his exposed forehead, "I've arrived." ”

"Yes. With his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, Sherlock walked over and opened the backseat door and sat in, "Oh, a party." ”

"Yes. The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if to calm his breath, 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, and Lance sat in the co-pilot, the man first looked at Lance in the passenger seat, "Oh, I'm just, I just happened to ...... Sir, are you a friend of Sherlock or something else?"

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

The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes wide, "yes, that's right, Sherlock always has some whimsical ideas, and sometimes it's really overwhelming, i\-msorry, Jack, Jack Folmins." ”

"Lance. Lance nodded again, "Spencer Lance"

“um...... Spencer?" Jack smacked his mouth, "Nice name~"

Lance looked up at the two men in the rearview mirror, especially John's bewildered look, "I also think my lover would be blushing with joy if she knew about your compliments." ”

"......," Jack was silent for a moment, "Oh, I'm not friends with Sherlock, we're just, it's just, he's done me a favor." ”

Sherlock put his hands on his mouth and nose, his eyes kept scanning the car, he didn't speak, what Jack had just said must have been broken, and the atmosphere was a little stalemate for a while.

John coughed dryly and turned his gaze out of the window, Lance lowered his head and looked at his phone, there are several good local news networks in London, and there are some public forums for citizens to communicate, and there are people posting something on it almost all the time, although the gossip attribute is a little strict, but it is always a good way to pass the time.

#伦敦郊外惊现 'Blood' female corpse, the vampire declares war on Scotland Yard #Lance fingered, "John?"

"What"

"I gave you a web address, I saw something, and of course I sent it to you because I knew Sherlock wasn't going to click on it. Lance copied the URL and resent it to John, "I have to say that the ability of the 'paparazzi' in London is the second best I've ever seen." ”

John looked down and pulled his phone out of his pocket, "Have you ever seen the first stick?"

"Yes. "She can sneak into the scene of a crime, she can capture the hearts of those around her and use them, she can capture sensitive words and expand them and write extremely inflammatory articles, she can even dig out the mouths of the police." ”

Sherlock opened his eyes, "greatest"

"Does she have any special magical powers? I mean addictive or something?" Jack was amazed.

Lance thought for a moment what Miss Landes looked like, "It's for sexy girls." ”

"Wow~ you like her?"

Lance glanced at Jack with a smirk, "Sir, you just went over the speed limit." ”

“......”

"But I do like her. He breathed a sigh of relief, "This kind of self-righteous person is the easiest for people to grasp the handle, and flipping through the relevant laws and regulations can completely ruin her reputation." ”

"......" Jack shuddered, reached out and touched his handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

After an initial speechlessness, John whispered to Sherlock about the post on his phone, and Sherlock concluded that the person who posted the post was related to the case, or that he was nearby while 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 a coincidence in this world.

"It's him declaring war on me. Sherlock closed his eyes again, but the corners of his mouth curled.

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