In order to be able to make Sherlock quiet and recuperate, or the Lou Zi he stabbed this time is too big, let him be in the British government

The brother, who was a clerk in the house, had to squat to wipe his buttocks, and McCroft and Lestrade took John Watson with him

and Noah Lance, and the former in-depth analysis of the current Sherlock is like a hanging stick in heaven

and the bacon between hell, if he doesn't hold his moving head, he will be thrown into the bald concentration camp in the next second,

The latter is much easier to discuss, and as long as it expresses its intention not to provide information to Sherlock, the latter will immediately take root

Cutting off the tentacles of an octopus severs the connection with Sherlock as quickly.

Mr. Cermat, who is honest and kind and somewhat deceitful, clearly has the safety of his roommates at heart, regardless of Sherlock

No matter how much trouble held their ground, it began 24 hours after Sherlock showed his intention to slip away

The guards acted, and even the other party would stand guard at the door of the toilet when they went to the toilet, knocking on the door every thirty seconds.

Sherlock: "......"

Here's what it looks like on the inside, except for the outside, after Lance blacked out all of Sherlock's contact information, McCroft

It was also on Baker Street that countless eyeliners were planted, dedicated to striking people as soon as they saw Sherlock's curly head at the door

Press it in.

So unless Sherlock is able to turn himself into a fly now, he won't be able to get out at all, even every

Whatever you want to eat every day will be delivered directly to your door.

And Scotland Yard is even more needless to say, the previous group of people couldn't get used to Sherlock's finger-pointing and the appearance that everyone except him was imbecile, and now there are two intellectual leaders in the bureau, one gentleman is full of humor, the other is a little shy but his speech is always very crucial, and the two of them do not interfere in the progress of the bureau's case.

So no one misses Sherlock at all, okay!

Sherlock: "......"

Lance lay on the bed and looked at the text messages from John complaining about Sherlock, and sighed deeply, thinking to himself that this man was

It's not too slow, complaining about Sherlock all day long, and I feel like I'm being treated like gay honey, if not

I have an object, and it doesn't feel good to be stuffed with dog food every day without knowing it.

"What's wrong?" Rhett leaned against the head of the bed, still dazed, and didn't seem to come to his senses.

Lance shook his phone, "Said that Sherlock was about to jump out of the bathroom window last night, and John felt it at the door."

No, he kicked the door in, and saw that Sherlock was half outside, and he hugged Sherlock's

thighs, pulled him back. ”

Red: "......"

"I think Sherlock should have been frightened. Lance spun the phone in his hand for a moment, then rubbed it with a smile

Rubbing Rhett's hair, it was a little curly, and it felt great, "Just think about it, half of your body is out of the window."

I'm about to escape, but suddenly a person from behind me grabbed your leg and pulled you back, hahahaha!"

Red imagined the scene in a daze, and suddenly came to his senses, but he didn't know what to say for a while, and looked at Lance blankly, and then slowly pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Lance: "......"

The jewelry store's case hadn't progressed much, and the existing clues couldn't be deduced more, maybe a Sherlock was needed here, but to put it mildly, a corpse alone wouldn't have been able to get Lestrade to rescue Sherlock from the tall lighthouse.

After all, there are too many cases that cannot be resolved.

Joyna brought good news, it is said that her team successfully solved the case of the disappearance of the child, and she walked with the wind during this time, obviously very proud.

Lance and Rhett will also take time to come to the police station these days, because they are now considered foreign helpers.

"The pasta we had here was delicious. Lestrade wiped his mouth with a tissue, obviously in the police cafeteria, he was relaxed, and his facial expression softened a lot, "Would you like to give it a try?"

"Wow. Lance nodded.

As soon as she finished speaking, a long-haired woman in a black professional uniform walked next to her, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth and a soft and pleasant tone, "Hello." ”

Lestrade lowered his head and coughed dryly, "I'll order it for you." With that, he stood up and nodded to Joyna, and left.

Joyna turned her head sideways.

Lance immediately smiled and made a gesture of please.

Joyna sat down in her seat next to Lestrade, "I've heard of you before. ”

Lance also said, "We've heard about you too~"

Joyna's smile remained unchanged, "That might not be a good reputation, aren't you worried?"

"It's just that I've heard that you're very decisive, and it's not a bad thing. Lance seemed a little surprised, his expression a little innocent, "But seriously, although it is a bit rude, your appearance is very different from your attitude towards things. ”

Joyna liked this kind of compliment, and her smile brightened a lot, "Thank you for the compliment, our group also respects capable people~"

"Capable people are rewarded wherever they go. Lance pretended not to understand.

"I know a very capable person who manages a department and has a unique set of case-handling skills, behaviouralanalysisunit......"

At this time, Lestrade came back with two plates of pasta and gently placed them in front of Lance and Red.

Lance raised an eyebrow and watched as Lestrade whispered if Joyna wanted to have lunch together, Joyna was grateful and declined his invitation, giving Lance a 'you know' look and leaving.

Lestrade pursed his lips, "I have to remind you, you have to ......"

Lance picked up his fork and began to gulp the pasta into his mouth, and Red looked at him with rare disgust.

Lestrade couldn't say any more, so he shut his mouth in disgust, and went to buy something to eat again.

"If you eat like this, in less than two years, there will be one less personable man in the world, and one more detective with a big belly. Lance snapped the noodles and sighed, then choked on himself.

The whole face was flushed, and Red was so frightened that he hurriedly handed over the water, while carefully helping the person to smooth his back.

"Noah, Bau......"

"Ahem, ahem!!" Lance coughed so hard that he couldn't recover for a long time, so frightened that Lestrade glanced over and ran over with a hot dog.

"What's going on?!" the heartbroken detective leaned in.

"......," Lance waved his arm and stroked to indicate that he was okay.

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and took a bite of the hot dog, chewed a few times and realized that he was standing and really didn't look good, so he sat down again, and while eating, he didn't know what to think of and began to say, "You smart people are always on the side of small things, like Mike...... Mycroft, who has a sweet tooth, has to exercise for an hour after eating it is to control his weight, tsk, and so is Sherlock, and so are you. ”

For a moment, Lance felt the oppression of the superiority of the people from the bottom who didn't know somewhere.

By the time Lance had recovered his strength, Lestrade had finished his hot dog and secretly licked the sauce off his fingers.

So what happened to the Detective? You know, the Detective didn't 'save' so much when we had dinner together!

Lance was a little stunned for a while, but fortunately, Red secretly pinched his hand under the table to bring him back to his senses, and he frowned, "Detective, what have you eaten these days?"

"Hmm...... Some grains, some fruits, some meat. Lestrade replied, his eyes a little evasive as he spoke, "I've been on diet control lately. Seeing Lance's meaningful eyes, he was a little anxious and wanted to reach out and grab his hair, but he stopped and put down his half-raised hand.

Lance bets because the Inspector remembers that he had just taken a hot dog in his hand and had it stained with sauce.

"It's okay to eat a greasy meal once in a while!" said the detective, who was reining in his diet.

"Well, how can you lose weight if you don't eat enough. Lance sipped his water and shook Red's hand back, the two hands clasped together seemed to give them a sense of security, and their hearts seemed to beat smoothly again.

"I said from the beginning I felt that something was wrong. Back at the police office, Lance's gaze circled around. "Do you think Kate Joyner sounds familiar? ”

Red swallowed, "Like Helen." ”

Helen was Hutch's wife, and they met at a meeting.

Lance felt the phone in his pocket vibrate, and reached for a look, it was a text message from a stranger.

[At 4 p.m., please go to the Cat's Tail Cafe - Sean Gray]

The Cat's Tail Café is just across from the stolen jewelry store.

Lance's eyes narrowed slightly, "It's safe to talk here, if there is surveillance, it is nothing more than the side we know." Stretching out his finger to cross out the text message, Lance's tone became brisk, "I never go to inexplicable places to meet inexplicable people~"

Red nodded, "There aren't many branches in BAU at this stage, and it's easy to find out if we are not nationals, maybe as she said herself, she has been in contact with some of BAU's leadership, and the others are nothing, just if she knows someone from the headquarters." ”

"I've never hidden my tracks, so I don't need to worry about that, even if they know what we're doing now, I'm sure Gordon and Hooch can stop them. Lance turned his back, his expression slightly hideous, "Originally...... Right now...... I need to re......" 166 Reading Network