Lance grinned, kind of accepting Sherlock's alternative compliment, while the man sitting across from him frowned, "Sherlock, I never knew you knew a ......"

"um," Sherlock shook his index finger, "there's a lot more you don't know. ”

The man pursed his lips as he turned his gaze to Lance, "I'm Reisrid, a policeman. ”

"Sheriff. Lance smiled gently, "Do you like Sherlock?"

Sherlock squinted, "Oh, don't ask him that kind of question. ”

The curly-haired female police officer let out a wry laugh when she heard this, "Who likes Sherlock?"

Lance squinted, "Everybody loves Sherlock. ”

"Oh?" Sherlock seemed surprised, "thank you." ”

"You're welcome. Lance took over lightly and turned to look at Reisrid, "Sheriff, what about your answer?"

Lestrade took a deep breath, "Everybody loves Sherlock. ”

That sounds like a compliment. Lance nodded, "Especially in that tone." ”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "The phone is in his hand, and I didn't find him when he got to the agreed place." ”

Lestrade jumped up almost immediately, "You agreed? You made an appointment with the suspect? The murderer? Sherlock do you know ......?"

"Oh~" Sherlock raised his hand to cover his ears with an impatient expression, "It's too late." ”

"What?"

John wiped his mouth, "Because Sherlock said it was too late to notify the police at that time, and the text message had already been sent out." ”

Lestrade clenched his fists, "Text? Who sent the ghost?! You guys texted?"

John licked his lips for a moment, "um...... That's me. ”

Lestrade looked down at John, who was sitting on the ground, and John was uncomfortable with him.

Lance glanced at them, "If the phone is indeed in the hands of the murderer, don't you have a computer tracker or something? Make a call and locate it, if it is the victim's own mobile phone, unless he is a mobile phone assembler, isn't it easy to track the mobile phone used by the people?"

“……”

“……”

Lestrade paused.

"Just to make sure that the phone is in the hands of the annoyance. Lance blinked, "And whether he will answer the phone." ”

Sherlock moved his fingers, "You're right, she's not stupid, the name left ......"

Lestrade gasped, "Rachel is indeed her daughter's name. ”

"Oh~ where is she now?"

"She's dead. Lestrade snorted coldly, "She's a girl who hasn't been born yet, so, Sherlock?"

"Is that phone really in the hands of the murderer?" a man next to him squinted his eyes and said in a very good tone, "What if he has already lost it? After all, according to what you said, some people have sent him text messages and scared the snake......

"Thank you for your participation Anderson. Sherlock began, "Now please look carefully for the contraband in my house." ”

Anderson slapped the glove.

"What do you think?" Sherlock asked again, his eyes staring straight at Lance, the flickering light in them making Lance a little dizzy.

"I'm just a guest. Lance sat up straight, "You haven't even poured me a cup of tea until now. ”

"Now is not the time to enjoy tea. ”

"'Rachel' is her daughter's name, and it must be something very important related to her, even life. Sherlock jumped, "The code for the suitcase isn't this, what else?

"......" Lance took out his phone and looked at the time, it was already late, and it would be midnight to take a shower if he walked back at this time, not to mention that the weather in London was already very cold now.

"Cell phone!" Sherlock stared at Lance's phone.

Lance nodded, "The latest model has a positioning system, so you can locate and find it in case you lose it." He paused, "The address will be sent to the bound email address." ”

This group of people was busy again, Sherlock seemed to always have a way to find something that others couldn't find, the computer was placed on the table, the operation was very simple, Lance looked down at the text message he had just received, and the corners of his mouth curved before getting up, "John, it's not early, I'll go back first." ”

John paused as he stepped towards Sherlock, "You're leaving, you haven't even had a cup of tea yet!"

Lance was also stunned, and turned a little speechless, "I thought you had forgotten." ”

John smiled awkwardly, and Sherlock shouted again, "John!

Then John smiled even more apologetically and hurried over.

Lance was a little subtle in his heart, he really looked like a good friend was about to happen, speaking of which, if he hadn't really seen him, he wouldn't have believed that Sherlock and John were getting along very well, although it seemed like this was the case now, but who knows what the future would be?

Nodding his head at Reistide in greeting, Lance tugged at the collar of his trench coat and descended the stairs, touching the pistol at his waist as he went.

Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock and John's landlord, seemed worried, and immediately walked out when she heard someone coming downstairs, and seemed surprised the moment she saw Lance, "Oh?"

"Good evening ma'am. Lance curled the corners of his mouth, "I'm a friend of John's, and his cane just fell on the road. ”

"Okay, good boy. Mrs. Hudson pursed her lips, "Can you tell me what happened?" Sherlock is a good boy, too. ”

Lance shook his head, "It's just that the officers are asking Sherlock for help, and the method may be a little too drastic." ”

"Then Sherlock is in no trouble, is he?" said Mrs. Hudson's eyes, "they won't embarrass him, will they?"

Lance curled his eyes, "Of course, ma'am. ”

"That's good. Mrs. Hudson breathed a sigh of relief, "I am very optimistic about this pair, you must know that John seems to be very gentle." ”

"You're right, ma'am. Langston paused, "But now it's dark and I have to go back first." ”

"Yes, yes, lad, be sure to eat the little biscuits I baked next time you come, they taste so good!" said Mrs. Hudson, who smiled more and became a welcoming lady.

Lance agreed, exchanged names with the friendly woman, and then left 221B Baker Street.

It was already night, the streets of London were empty, and even breathing was cold, Lance stood in the doorway, his eyes paused diagonally diagonally, and suddenly sighed, "If this group of officers whose IQ has been hit by Sherlock below the floor remembers to check the inside of the fireplace, Sherlock will be in trouble." Then he smiled again with a hint of mockery, "But it seems impossible, he has someone to escort." ”

He walked across the street, stooping down and knocking on the window of a taxi.

An older driver with a hat opened the window, and he saw Lance's eyes light up, and then casually greeted, "You look cold!"

"Yes sir. Lance frowned, "The weather is really bad, I mean my home is not far away, can your car go?"

The driver's thick lips pursed, as if thinking, "Oh, I just want to take a break here." ”

Lance looked downward, shook the lever in the car, and then straightened up, "Don't you carry passengers?"

The driver paused, and finally nodded, "Okay, okay, it's rare that there is still business at this time!"

Lance smiled, opened the car door and sat inside, "It's on xx street." ”

"Oh?" the driver narrowed, "I thought you'd be in the back seat." ”

"I'm used to sitting in your place. Lance raised his eyes, he held his phone up to eye level and began to edit text messages, "Your phone is beautiful. ”

The driver glanced at him, but didn't speak again.

Lance leaned against the cushion and looked out the window, a few minutes had passed, and the streetlamp on the side of the road had become a piece in his eyes, looking like a glowing ribbon, shaking people's eyes.

"I thought you were going to send me home. Lance was depressed.

"I thought you weren't going to get in my car. The driver sneered, "I really don't know where you got the guts." ”

Lance sighed, "Because I think your target right now is probably Sherlock, and I'm relatively safe." ”

The car turned another street corner, and Lance tapped the text message while playing with his finger.

[amazing]

"I'm sleepy. Lance frowned, "You've been looking around and you don't really mean not to send me back, is it fun to drag me back like this?"

"You know?" said the driver, "my target could be Sherlock Holmes or you." ”

Lance's eyes widened, looking surprised, "Do you know who I am?"

“……”

"You don't even know who I am, and I'm still your target?" Lance was even more surprised, "It can't be because I happened to get into your car that I just said that for the convenience of doing it, right?"

“…… Shut up!"

"Okay. Lance nodded, and then raised his hand, but before the driver could react, a pistol had been pressed against his temple, his pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes stared deadly ahead, and the back of his hand holding the steering wheel was also bruised.

"This one of mine is a real thing. "I'm really lucky, I don't know if the Metropolitan Police will send me a certificate of good citizenship tomorrow." ”

The muscles on the driver's face twitched, but he still forced himself to show a smile, "I ......"

"The biggest difference between me and Sherlock is ......" Lance looked at him, "Although he seems to be a capable player, he won't be able to overturn a team by himself like me~"

“……”

The author has something to say: Lance's profile of the driver This part was originally written, but it feels too hateful, and it feels like Lance is smarter than Sherlock, so in order not to steal the scene, so I deleted it, and I posted it here for you to see:

"I'm just a guest. Lance sat up straight, "You haven't even poured me a cup of tea until now. ”

"Now is not the time to enjoy tea. ”

"Okay. "Lance is helpless," I have also read some reports, what I can know is that several known victims are from different classes, and the time of victimization is also different, and his ability to abduct these people shows that he must be able to approach them and not arouse the suspicion of others, which may be related to his profession, a profession that can contact all kinds of people on the streets of London, and then his killing cycle, I have to say that nearly one life a month, very regular, he knows that less crime can reduce the outflow of his information, he still preserves his sanity, and finally uses poison。 Lance spread his hands," He was able to abduct these people, of course, I don't know if these people were stunned before, but the use of drugs was the way he could appreciate the victim's death process for the longest time, he enjoyed the process, he was able to get release from it, of course, it is not ruled out that this is a manifestation of his control of desires, the source may probably be life pressure or sudden changes, of course, I think sudden changes can be ruled out, because this kind of murderer will gradually shorten his killing cycle after getting venting. ”

“good.”

"Maybe these victims also contacted relatives and friends before they died, and if they contact the latest news, they may find common ground, you must know that the probability of such commonalities appearing in these different people is not very large, and a little connection with the suspect's occupation, it is easy to have a list. Lance looked at Lestrade, "Plus the lady you said this time, she left Rachel, Rachel, she is indeed her daughter's name, for the love and guilt of her beloved daughter, she should use her in the part related to her own life, the password of the suitcase is a four-digit number, it is obviously impossible, so what you want to use is another one, for example, if she encounters danger, she can carry it at her fingertips so that others can find her insurance method." ”

Feel that there is no Sherlock in this way

So let Lance silently retreat...... Farsighted

Stick to the local tyrant in a few days!.

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