From the simple relationship between superiors and subordinates, Lestrade is indeed a McCroft person, inside and out, completely.

"That's one of the reasons why Lestrade is so nervous about Sherlock's safety. Lance tapped his index finger on the table, "If it were Mycroft, he would be able to lock down Sherlock's current position quickly." ”

John nodded subconsciously, "Mycrof." ”

Red is a true expert at decoding, and by the time Lance and John were still discussing the matter, the blank sheet of paper under Red's hand was full of numbers.

He actually had the feeling that these two people could now solve all their problems with just a phone call to the legendary British government clerk, and the one he was doing now was just to prove that he was more knowledgeable than normal.

The desire to decode is so thought. The hope is not so strong.

Lance silently glanced back at Red, who was a little distracted, and he didn't understand what his IQ doctor was thinking, and John, who was still nervously stamping his feet just now, had already picked up his mobile phone and contacted the sheriff of Scotland Yard.

He sat here alone, as if he had seen through it.

......

Lance thinks that he still knows some about Sherlock in this world, after all, he has known each other for such a long time, and Sherlock has not concealed his behavior.

A narcissistic, super-arrogant, intelligent, overly bold and somewhat tsundere man.

This man has a unique attachment to the case and a deep obsession with the contest between smart people.

Because of his personality he needed an assistant who was completely his own, so he had John, but at the same time the man was a little selfish, he felt that the case he found was his own, and he liked the thrill of dancing on the tip of a knife, which kept his mind clear more than he smoked something.

"Lestrade yelled at me, and I felt like I was driving him crazy. John stared at Red, "I know no, Sherlock is far better than I know, but I'm still worried about him. ”

"Now I don't want to have a boy's conversation with you. Lance shook his head, "And it's Sherlock Holmes who drives poor sheriff crazy, not you." ”

"You're right. ”

Red ended up drawing twice on the paper.

"We have a coordinate. ”

John quickly turned on his phone, "I know of an online map that has been popular lately. ”

John has adapted very quickly after embracing the products of modernization, and a few months ago he was able to fight with the automatic checkout machine qì in the supermarket, and now he is able to express his feelings by swiping all kinds of posts with a blank face.

The coordinates were located very quickly, and John sent the address to Lestrade again.

"Shall we rush over there now?" said John, eager to try.

"Actually, it's not necessary. Lance pouted, "I thought it was an invitation at first, but if it was just the coordinates, it would have ruled out this possibility for so long, after all, there is not even the most basic time." ”

"Tend to the next clue. "It looks like a puzzle game, where one clue leads to the next." ”

Although there is such a possibility, John has always been courageous, he wants to go to this place to have a look, and Lance, as a good friend, of course will not let John go alone.

"It's not easy to get involved with Sherlock. Lance pressed his head against the window of the cab and grimaced as he watched his face appear on the reflective glass.

"Left turn ahead, thank you. John held up his phone and kept an eye on the route.

"But you came along. Red took it dryly, "The last time Mr. Holmes and I were in the castle was ......"

Lance turned his head sharply: "......"

Red was taken aback by him, "...... What, what's wrong?"

Lance sighed, "What a terrible line, forget it, you continue." ”

Red blinked suspiciously, but continued, "Mr. Holmes doesn't seem to be the kind of person who would do something uncertain, the last time we were down there, he had a lot of strength......"

"Needless to say, dear. Lance couldn't help but cover his face, "The lines are getting worse and worse." ”

"Huh?" Red wondered.

"It's fine. Lance calmed down for a moment, and then helped Red make a concluding speech, "In short, Sherlock's skills are still good, and he is also very smart, so it is unlikely that an accident will happen." ”

"Yes. Red nodded.

John, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and spoke slowly, "It's the first time I've heard someone say that Sherlock has an accident. ”

Red turned his face away uncomfortably.

According to the address that John searched with his mobile phone, it was also considered to be a place, a park.

A park.

What kind of hint is that?!

The driver took the money and gave the invoice, and finally couldn't help but say, "If you are looking for someone, the park management office should be able to help you broadcast." ”

Lance smiled.

When the car drove away, John sighed violently, and whispered to the people walking in the park in twos and threes, playing, "Even if Sherlock is posted on the road of every street, no one will be able to find him if he doesn't want to come out." ”

Lance felt that John was right.

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