The night in London is cool no matter what the season, and Lance pulls on his coat and walks the streets of London without scruples.

Stopped at the end of Baker Street and knocked on the rear window of a black car parked on the side of the road.

The window slowly lowered, revealing a beautiful face, "Hello?"

"That's it. ”

"Please get in the car. The woman pursed her lips and smiled.

Lance nodded and got into the car from the other side of the car.

"It's what you want. When Lance was ready, the woman lifted her chin slightly, and the car immediately drove forward.

Lance took the Wen Jiàn bag handed over by the woman, opened it and flipped through it slightly, and suddenly chuckled, "Your progress is much faster than ours." ”

The woman lowered her head and kept pressing on her phone keyboard, "Yes." ”

"It feels like everyone is playing games with him. Lance sighed, "What happens if you suddenly interrupt at this time?"

The woman's fingers paused, and she slowly raised her head, "The boss feels sorry for him, I haven't tried it during my employment." ”

"You have to let the children understand that the world is sinister. Lance smiled wickedly.

"It's the boss's business. The woman tilted her head, not intending to express her opinion.

"Well, maybe that's a way to contain it. Lance thought for a moment, "It shouldn't be a problem to give this information to Lestrade." ”

"Hmm. The woman nodded, "Since it has been given to you, the right to dispose of it is with you, sir, but we also want to get what we want." ”

"Real ...... Is it?"

The car drove down the street and stopped after a long time.

The woman politely hooked the corners of Lance's mouth, then lowered her head again to look at her phone.

Lance himself opened the door and walked out, walked around the front of the car, and looked up at the building in front of him.

He had been here before, too, with Sherlock, and had delivered the heart he had received.

Lance lowered his face, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, he didn't want to hide anything now, after all, the night in London was so thick, so thick that it was impossible to breathe, and events involving the lives of the same kind were always tormenting the heart, the heart was a very fragile place, even if it was surrounded and guarded by the chest, the threat of stabbing from the outside might be avoided, but the pain that spread from the inside could not be relieved in any way.

He was never a savior.

The doors of the hospital are not closed, and the interior is even brightly lit, and the lights are always on in such places.

Rode up to the third floor, where the corpses and some important 'objects' were kept, and Lance walked unhurriedly.

"Hello. The oncoming blonde was a little reserved.

"Hello. Lance raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Jasmine swallowed, "I want to help you, Mr. Holmes has already contacted me." ”

Lance nodded.

"Although, although I'm prone to revealing flaws. The young girl suddenly smiled wryly, "But I've always been nervous in front of Sherlock, and he's used to it." ”

Lance shrugged, "I didn't mean to keep Sherlock from knowing. ”

Jasmine blinked, "But Mr. Holmes......"

"If he doesn't notice it himself, we don't have to speak. Lance pursed his lower lip, "We can go now." ”

"Of course!" Jasmine suddenly became excited, perhaps the girl already had an idea in her heart.

The hair and blood sent by Sherlock were well preserved, and Jasmine's heart was very delicate, and although it was already an item that had been tested, she thought it was important to preserve important evidence before the case was completely solved.

Lance looked at the glass jar containing the blood that had just been brought out of the holding room, the blood was already showing signs of blackening, and the hair was well preserved, only slightly losing some luster.

"It's been a long time. Jasmine explained.

"I know. Lance's gaze swept over both, but his heart suddenly settled down, and there was no name.

Jasmine didn't know what was going on, and she was suddenly surrounded by an embrace, and then she was let go again, and the smile on the corner of the handsome man's mouth in front of her was not hidden, as if something very good had happened.

Thinking of the state in which Sherlock usually sees corpses, is this what these smart people will look like when they see corpses?!

I have to say, it's kind of scary!

The kind-hearted Jasmine pulled the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and even quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva before asking, "Did anything good happen?"

Lance nodded, then shook his head again, "It's hard to tell, but I'm really happy right now. ”

"So?"

"So I've decided to change my plans for tonight!" Lance smiled, "Thank you for being with me tonight." ”

"You're welcome. ”

The black car outside the hospital was still parked there, and Lance let out a long sigh when he got into the car, "I'm sorry. ”

The woman's eyes swept over Lance a few times, "We just want to know what we want to know." ”

"Maybe you'll have a 'gift' from him. Lance shrugged.

It wasn't until dawn that Lance got home, and Red was leaning back on the bed reading, a book that had already been flipped through an unknown number of times.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Lance buried himself in the quilt and fell asleep, while Red pinched the pages and didn't turn them over.

John knocked on Lance's door around four o'clock in the afternoon, and Red was in the kitchen preparing dinner, a simple and convenient dinner, and opened the door only after seeing that it was John.

John smiled politely, "Dr. Red, I'm looking for Lance." ”

Red turned sideways to let John into the house, and coughed a little unnaturally at the thought of last night's events, "Lance is sick and still sleeping." ”

John then asked worriedly, "I can simply show him." ”

Red turned around and didn't let John see his expression, "Well, I've already taken medicine, it's just a general cold, and he doesn't like injections or anything like that." ”

John breathed a sigh of relief, he sat on the sofa and adjusted his posture, he was not alone with Red very often, and the two of them were also a little embarrassed, and for a while all he could hear Rhett pouring water and the slight sound of the cup.

"Actually, I went to the comic house in the morning to look for you, but you weren't there, and you didn't reply to me when you texted Lance, and Sherlock happened to have something to do and I couldn't leave, so I'm only here now. John explained anyway.

"Yes. Red replied and placed the glass in front of John, "It's the morning news, right, I saw it too." ”

This morning, a young man in his twenties was rudely tied up and thrown at the door of the Scotland Yard Police Station, where he was found by the guard on duty, but in his arms was a file bag detailing the evidence of the crime of the 'admirer' who had recently caused the Scotland Yard police a headache.

And all kinds of evidence show that this young man who was tied up and thrown away turned out to be an 'admirer'.

The big case was solved.

"Sherlock was mad, he didn't think that person was an 'admirer.'" John was helpless.

"The simplest reason is age. Red took over, "But at this age, he seems to be the successor of the original 'admirer', so it's not wrong to say that he is also an admirer." ”

However, the police have stopped the case, announced that the case has been solved, and a reception was held at noon. John shook his head, "I want to ...... with Lan I'd like to discuss it with you, you know, nothing can stop Sherlock. ”

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