"Settle?" the young man straightened, "Oh, successful enough. ”

"Yes. Lance smiled.

"It's a shame. The corners of the young man's mouth hooked, "Okay, I have a house in the center of London, and we will go to see it tomorrow at noon." The latter words were clearly addressed to John.

Poor John licked his lips as if he hadn't reacted yet.

Lance rubbed his eyebrows, "He means he's quite happy with you, so he invited you to go and see the house with him." ”

"I know!" John was irritable, "but......" he looked at the young man who was taking his trench coat, "we have only just met, and we haven't even gotten to know each other yet, and you told me to go out and rent a house together?"

Lance: "......, yes, something seems to be wrong.

The young man's hand paused and looked John up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, "Oh, I know you're a soldier and you've just returned from Afghanistan, your leg injury is obviously war-related, you have a mental assistant, you're not doing well but you're not willing to accept your brother's sponsorship, because you don't have a good relationship, and he's a heavy drinker. ”

Lance nodded in agreement.

John stared at him, "You know that too?"

Lance smashed his mouth, "Actually, it's not a big deal, I'm still going step by step, or do you want me to sue you directly?"

John: "Forget it. ”

The young man let out a sigh, "The smart man is still popular enough!"

Lance shrugged, "Need my name?"

The young man turned his face sideways, his gaze pausing at John, "Oh!

"Noah Lance. Lance smiled, he didn't reach out, "I'm not used to kissing. ”

The young man tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, "Of course." Sherlock Holmes. ”

"John, John Watson"

"Uh-huh~" Sherlock squeezed his eyes, opened the door and left.

Mike shook his head slightly, with a hint of exclamation, "Oh, Noah, you're the first person I've ever met who can talk to him!"

"Actually, I don't know what he's talking about. Lance touched his chin, "John, do you think you'll feel better if I say that?"

John: "...... Do you think we're familiar enough to start joking with each other?"

Lance was shocked, "I thought we were already on the road to bad friends when I told you my lover. ”

"i\-sorry......? Zhuang?"

"It's the little things that you don't have to worry about. ”

In the end, Lance met Sherlock Holmes in this world under a very unexpected circumstance, and the first impression was actually quite bad.

Even Bau, although he will habitually subconsciously analyze the behavior of some people who have intersections, but generally does not say it directly, this Sherlock Holmes is not like this, just now the appearance is to a child who shows off to others with a toy, although he is not very obvious, but this person is somewhat different from the image of Sherlock Holmes that Lance knows in "Sherlock Holmes".

But after meeting Sherlock, Lance pondered for a moment and felt that he could still spend some time on traveling, anyway, Moritia hasn't said anything about the official start of the game or anything like that.

At noon the next day, John and Sherlock were about to be on Baker Street in central London, and Lance had chartered a house on a street not far from Baker Street, which was of course helped by Moriarty, and Lance said that the money in his credit card was still squatting in the bank of country A, and if it moved, it might expose some kind of information, and Moritia didn't like to be disturbed by his game.

Lance packed up his things, and then received a text message from Moriarty.

[start]

Is there already a big case going on? Lance frowned, and his good mood suddenly disappeared.

When the curtain was opened, a police car was seen speeding down the street.

Eventful period.

Closing the curtains, Lance let out a long sigh, and then sent a condolence text message to John, Sherlock doesn't look like such an easy person to get along with, and he speaks very straightly, John is a more sensitive person, and there will definitely be conflicts when two people get along, but ......

If you follow the premise of the book, then not necessarily.

John's reply to text messages is not fast, it can be considered slow.

[Sherlock and I were on our way to the scene of a case, and his deduction was simply fantastic!]

Lance looked down at the time on his phone, John and Sherlock seemed to be punctual people, so it had only been less than an hour since they started looking at the house and now they had started working on the case together, which was really like riding a rocket.

[Please invite me then.] Lance felt that this was all he could reply.

John was much faster at this point

[What?]

[Happy Trip~]

Lance has no idea what exactly was found at the scene of the alleged crime, and he is trying to find some clues in the news in the recent period.

I have to say that the efficiency of Scotland Yard is still quite good, the number of unsolved cases is actually not very many, and they are about to catch up with BAU, and what is more noteworthy is the several accidental suicide cases that began in the second half of this year.

Deputy Foreign Minister Beth Davenbo, Sir Geoffrey Patterson, and an eighteen-year-old boy, James Filimo, committed suicide in just a few months, with no suicidal tendencies and an autopsy that revealed that they were taking the same drug, which increased the possibility of a serial killer, but there was no evidence, and the police at Scotland Yard could only hope that the people would cherish life.

Lance rubbed his eyebrows, suicide cases always give people a sad feeling, as far as he is concerned, even if the deceased swallows the poison himself, the corpse is only his own name, which is much heavier than seeing other people's names.

Moriarty gave him a very nice house, with all the facilities, and the interior decoration was a reference to his house in Quantico, with a thick woolen blanket on the ground.

Lance sat on the couch and turned on the computer, typed Sherlock Holmes's name in the search bar with a few finger movements, and entered his blog smoothly.

Sherlock's blog doesn't have anything fancy, not even some beautiful adjectives, just dry theories, how many kinds of cigarette ash and so on, but such a blog is clear enough that he quickly knows the deduction that John just told him.

One detail extrapolates the entire part.

He's a genius, but he's not the same kind as Red.

The number of people browsing the blog is not much, and it can even be said that it is pitiful, after all, no ordinary person will like this kind of tone of article, and ordinary people who are pretentious will not pay attention to the blog published by such a person who is not very famous in real life.

A genius without an audience - Sherlock Holmes?

Having come to this conclusion, Lance continued to analyze Sherlock's personality and daily life in his written language, and it was almost enough for Lance to stretch and look at the time, and find that it was already night.

I took a trench coat and put it on and went out to find food, there should be a lot of food in the neighborhood, Lance saw a restaurant on the corner of the street not far away, this restaurant has a good business but this is definitely not the reason why Lance chose this restaurant, the reason he chose it is only that he saw John and Sherlock sitting by the window, and Sherlock had obviously seen him.

It would be a bit rude not to say hello.

Lance, who had a good deal with Sherlock Holmes, bent his eyes and pushed the door in, and the owner of the restaurant watched him walk towards Sherlock's table, pouting the corners of his lips as if muttering something, but he still came with the menu.

Lance greeted the two of them, and John sat down inside, naturally sharing the table.

"You live in the neighborhood, and you've chosen a house. Sherlock just glanced at him at first, and then his eyes were on the outside.

John smiled, obviously happy to meet his new friend, "Good evening." ”

"Good evening. Lance also smiled, "I don't have to stay in a hotel because I have someone to help." ”

"Yes. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

Lance didn't expect Sherlock to say anything, and turned his head to look at John, "I remember you went to a crime scene in the afternoon, and the case was solved?"

"Nope. John shook his head, "Actually, we ......"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, "He's a smart man, John, and it's easy to talk to smart people." ”

John paused, "Okay, Noah, I remember you were a cop?"

Lance nodded, "Yes." ”

"Well, do you know about the spate of suicides that happened in London in the last few months?"

"I know a little bit. Lance said simply, "Is it related to these cases, or is it the so-called scene you went to this afternoon where the four victims appeared?"

"Look. "Sherlock is short, he's tall," he said, talking to the smart man. ”

"......" John paused, "victim ......"

"The victim came to England from out of town, was a charismatic woman in her thirties who worked in the media, she was unhappy in her marriage and had multiple extramarital affairs, she was dressed in pink, left-handed, and wrote 'rachel' on the floor before she died, her suitcase disappeared, but I had found it, but now her phone is also gone. Sherlock didn't look back, but he choked John's words.

Lance smiled unkindly, "So you're not actually solving the problem of food and clothing now, but using another method to solve the case?"

“yes.” John took a deep breath, "yes."

"Oh, are you Sherlock's lover too?"

Lance looked up and met the gossipy eyes of a tall man.

"I have a lover. Lance exaggerated, "I'm just friends with John." ”

"Oh. The man seemed a little disappointed, then rejoiced, "Sure enough, there are still very few people who like Sherlock." ”

"You don't like Sherlock?" Lance adjusted his seat, and he could see that the man should have some friendship with Sherlock.

The man's expression twisted slightly, "Oh God." ”

"Hey!, that's it!" Sherlock didn't care what was said, he jumped up almost immediately, and left his seat and walked out.

John also stood up immediately, and Lance realized that something might be happening and got up and walked out of his seat as quickly as he could.

"Quick, John!" shouted Sherlock.

John immediately followed briskly out.

Lance looked at the crutches that had been left in place by his master, and then at the man standing next to him, and the man shrugged his shoulders, "You're his lover's friend, you'll get used to it later." ”

"I try. Lance raised an eyebrow, he looked at the menu in the man's hand, "Give me what John ordered, I'll pay." ”

"Okay. ”

Lance finished his dinner slowly, packed two more dinners and took John's cane to 221B Baker Street, where it was John who opened the door, and he was even wearing only a sweater.

"Where's your coat?" Lance raised an eyebrow, "I thought you looked like you had just come back from outside." ”

John swallowed and explained, "You took it off when you first entered the house, and you came by chance. ”

"I hope your dinner is a coincidence. Lance handed over the takeaway, "And your gentleman's cane." ”

John paused, then looked at the cane that Lance was holding in his other hand, and suddenly laughed, he took the takeaway in one hand and the cane in the other, "Yes, yes, dinner is definitely a coincidence, God knows I'm hungry after running so far." ”

Lance raised an eyebrow.

“um...... In fact, if we could, we could have you as a guest another day, and today we have some other guests in the house. John sniffed.

"Police. Lance nodded, "I saw a parked police car there." ”

Sherlock was right. John turned sideways, "Smart man." ”

Lance shrugged his shoulders and smiled at John's movements as he entered the open door.

"It's upstairs. John closed the door, "I think they'll be gone in a moment." ”

"Okay. Lance answered, and walked briskly up the stairs.

Several people with white gloves were constantly moving around in the small space, and the expressions on their faces were not relaxed, and Sherlock sat on the couch, and the man opposite him looked smug as if he had done something very remarkable.

"Aha, will there be guests from the freak house?" a curly-haired woman stood up straight and looked at her with a mocking expression, "God knows we're investigating." ”

John placed the takeaway on the table in front of Sherlock, "This is my friend. ”

Lance's gaze lingered on the pink suitcase next to Sherlock for a moment, and then thought of the pink suitcase in the case that Sherlock had said.

"Are the police officers in London so dedicated that they start to care about what kind of friends a person who helps them will make?" Lance looked at the room, "it's nice here. ”

"Yes. John opened a takeout box, "That's nice." ”

"The boss knows that I packed it for you, and it was specially free. Lance felt that he was very friendly, "Did you have something hidden so that you provoked the whole group of cops?"

"Who knows what this freak will hide in the house?!"

"Oh! there's a bag of fingers in the fridge!!"

Sherlock paused, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Don't move them!

"......" The man sitting opposite Sherlock couldn't help it first, he looked Lance up and down with a very critical gaze, and then turned his head to look at John, who was eating outside with relish, and seemed to be a little uncertain for a while, he sighed, "Sherlock......"

Sherlock staggered to his lips, eyes slightly narrowed, clearly thinking of something.

Lance sat down next to John after looking at the layout of the room, "I just haven't seen the British police handle the case, and I'm a little curious, so take a look, you just need to be when I don't save zài." ”

"You do have zài. Sherlock mused, "At least your savings will raise the average IQ of this group a little bit." ”。

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