Seeing Lestrade's somewhat stiff smile, Lance thought about it for a moment and decided to give the dedicated sheriff a little face, so he closed the door of his house without hesitation, turned around and put the gun on the table, and turned back to open the door again.

"Good evening, Sergeant!" said Lance, greeting him very warmly, pretending that this was the first time he had seen Lestrade and his menacing squad today.

"So the freak told us the clue here?!"

Sally sneered behind Lestrade, "I'll just say freaks are freaks, and the way you treat your friends is really weird!"

Lance greeted the team of officers with a smile, and Rhett was eating the noodles with chopsticks that were not very skillful, and he was not too surprised when he began to prepare, and continued to eat noodles in silence.

"If you have a search warrant, you can flip through it. Lance let a few of the officers take matters into their own hands.

Lestrade coughed dryly, as if trying to make himself look stricter, "Sherlock said that there are important clues for you, and I hope you can cooperate. ”

"Towards the afternoon I received a love letter from a passer-by, and I learned from John that Sherlock had received one as well. Lance said as he looked at the police officer who was searching carefully, "Sherlock's side has been sent for examination, or has something been found?"

"Oh my! Love letters!" Anderson couldn't help but scoff, "How could that guy get a love letter!"

"Wait, you mean Sherlock received a letter from an unknown source in the afternoon and sent it for testing?" Lestrade looked incredulous, "Does this mean that he is involved in a new case?!"

"......," Lance was silent for a moment, "aren't we talking about the same thing?"

Lestrade: "In fact we followed a case for two weeks, and Sherlock gave us your address here today to sue us that we have a clue here. ”

Lance: "......" couldn't help but look at the gun on the table.

I really want to pick it up, but it's the first time I've felt the urge to give a shot to someone other than a psychiatrist.

Psychiatrists, you're finally not alone!

"Then all I'm going to do now is continue to eat my dinner, and then you'll find the clues you need. Lance came back to his senses and thought about it for a long time, but he could only come to this conclusion, the instant noodles would be swollen when the soup was cold for a long time.

Lestrade: "......"

As a result, the police were not able to find any clues in Reims, unlike the others, Lestrade seemed to be a little more interested in Sherlock's current situation, and he carefully asked Sherlock what kind of case he was involved in now.

Lance knew that Sherlock didn't call the police, and John didn't seem to think of calling the police for the time being, after all, in many cases, if Sherlock was there, the police would have no role other than being a mascot, and it was normal to be forgotten.

When he learned that the nature of the case included information such as 'organs', 'couriers', 'shows of love', etc., Lestrade's face darkened, and he began to walk up and down the room almost irritably.

Red had finished his noodles and there was a small puddle of soup on the table, Lance packed up the dishes and turned into the kitchen, then took a cotton cloth out and carefully cleaned up the remnants of the table.

"I'll take a break from reading a book later, and I'll play a game. ”

Red nodded, "Since the police are here, give them the letter." ”

"Okay. Lance agreed, and said to Reestrade, "The letter is in the cabinet on the left hand side of the officer, because I know that Sherlock smelled it after getting the letter and there was no adverse reaction, so there should be no problem, and if the case is filed, it will be considered evidence, you can take it with you." ”

"......" a very complicated expression appeared on Lestrade's face.

"So. Sally walked over, her heels on the carpet and her voice was almost gone, "Are we brushed by a freak now?" there's no useful information for us here, so I'll just say we can't trust that freak." ”

Lance shrugged, "At least you know there's a new murderer in Scotland Yard right now. Or two, "and there is a clever man who has taken the case on his own, and you just have to sit back and wait for the murderer to raise his hands to you and beg you to handcuff them." ”

Sally rolled her eyes and held her breath to stop talking.

In the end, Lestrade left with his team and the letter.

Red was still sitting in the living room, "Why would Mr. Holmes say there's a clue to us?"

Lance smiled, "According to Sherlock's thinking, many cases are very simple and not worth his attention, he now has new cases that make him novel, and the police have been using cases that he is not interested in. Disturbing him, he said that we have a clue here, probably trying to get the police to ask us directly for help. He sighed, "But it looks like the police should have misunderstood." ”

Rhett suddenly.

It has been three days since I received the letter, and nothing special has happened in these three days, except that a few books brought back from overseas have been wrinkled by sea foam, but the waybill says that it is good to be transported by air, and I don't know why it was soaked by sea water.

John finally made his way to the store on the fourth day, when Red was sorting through the messed up books, and he only needed a little bit of a foot on the slightly taller shelves.

John ate a cookie and quietly watched Red's movements, looking serious and bitter.

Lance shook his head amusedly, "I'm hard pressed to tell what happened to you the way you look. ”

Red turned around and brought a book to the table, "This isn't a store book. He said with great certainty, "There was no book when I sorted it out yesterday, and I didn't have this one in the list of books in the store." ”

John sighed.

Lance: "......"

John: "I just went out to buy ingredients for lunch and came home to find that Sherlock was gone. ”

Lance: "......"

John: "Mrs. Holdson said he left a little after I went out. ”

Lance: "So you feel like life has deceived you? Maybe Sherlock has deceived you?"

John: "No, I've known what Sherlock is for so long, I'm just a little frustrated. ”

Lance smiled, "I probably know what you're frustrating, think of the other Mr. Holmes and Sergeant Lestrade of Scotland Yard, who have spent more time with Sherlock than with you." ”

"He's not going to stop waiting for someone. John agreed, "Even if I would be depressed about it, I have to say that only such a Sherlock is a Sherlock." ”

"So why don't you go and find that Sherlock who is going to disappear now?"

"Hey~" The corners of John's mouth twitched, and a somewhat reluctant smile appeared, "But I will feel tired all the time, so give me a day without Sherlock." ”

"I have to say it's a good revenge, provided that if you can continue to sit with me after receiving Sherlock's message, I can treat you to lunch with Spencer, and I'm going to try some Celestial cuisine today. ”

Red had already opened the book that didn't belong to the store while the two of them were talking, because the books borrowed from the store were all returned at the counter, and if it was really a borrowed book from here, it was impossible for Lance or Red to be undiscovered when it was returned, only that a customer might have pulled it down after entering the store.

"There were a lot of people this morning. Rhett flipped through the book quickly, "You can take a look at the surveillance." ”

"Okay. Lance nodded.

John: "What do you have in the store?"

"Two days ago. Lance quickly replied, "Although Spencer's memory is comparable to that of a computer, he is not always able to take care of all positions, and he just encountered something like that a few days ago, so there is nothing wrong with being careful." ”

John's shoulders slumped, "If Sherlock had been as cautious as you, I wouldn't have been worried all the time." ”

"Again, brother, it's not Sherlock. ”

John sighed again and took his phone out of his pocket, "He hasn't even sent me a single text message in so long. ”

"......" is the person who said it directly.

"Noah. Red closed the book, "I don't think it's right. ”

"Huh?"

Rhett then put the book back up in front of Lance, "This is a book about love. ”

“so？”

"The title page of the book is''

There is also a string of numbers. ”

Lance narrowed his eyes, "Is there more?"

"No, but these resemble special passwords, and it's going to take me a while to unlock them. Red grabbed his hair, grabbed the pen and paper on the table, and began to write.

"If Sherlock and I were suffering the same thing. Lance thought, "Then it's possible that Sherlock should ...... at some point before you know it."

"Damn!" John cursed under his breath and stood up, "I'm ......" just a few seconds before he sat back down, "God, this is driving me crazy!"

"If you're really worried, contact Sheriff Lestrade first. Lance looked at John with a really uneasy look, "After all, Reistrade is McCroft's man, and if he is notified, it is equivalent to notifying McCroft, and Sherlock's safety Mycroft has always been concerned." ”

Then he saw John's round eyes, "Lestrade is from Mycroft?!"

Literally

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