Sherlock is a very casual person, he suddenly wants to do something and immediately put it into action, and in a certain way it can be regarded as a brave and fearless expression, John uses him as a sign of progress, and is so loyal that he is not like words.

Even if Sherlock dragged him out early in the morning just to come here for a cup of coffee.

"You don't have to work today?" Lance tilted his head, "I thought you wouldn't give the sheriff an exact suspect, so they should be slowly following the clues you provided, and if they don't have access to an exhaustive list of contacts, the suspect will most likely be ruled out." ”

Sherlock waved his hand and said he didn't care, "You need to get used to the speed of the Scotland Yard police, after all, I've always wondered how they passed the guò exam with their IQ." ”

"IQ doesn't tell the whole story. Lance laughed, "My boyfriend has an IQ of 178, and in my eyes he is still like a child in many ways." ”

John nodded in agreement, "It's the same with Sherlock, and I'm working in the afternoon today. ”

Lance did not deny this, even if John had work all day, as long as Sherlock asked for it, he would definitely return to Sherlock as soon as possible.

"Honestly, John. Langston paused, "Have you ever thought about trying another relationship with Sherlock?"

“...... Miscellaneous...... What!" John's hand shook, and for some reason he felt a little tightness in his throat, "I ......"

Lance frowned, "Seriously, your words should be Sherlock on call, as far as I know you haven't been to work many times this week, believe me, there is no job that needs an employee who is not guaranteed to work, and Sherlock should want you to act as an assistant by your side." ”

John coughed dryly, "Yes, of course. ”

"Your relationship is basically a friend, so it's okay for a cohabitant to hire the role of an assistant, and I'm sure Sherlock needs a partner who doesn't have to distract as well. ”

John's eyes kept rolling, and he had to admit that he was moved, just a few words.

Sherlock continued to drink his coffee as if nothing had happened.

"His card is sitting with you, poor boy. ”

"Why do you know so much?!"

Lance almost rolled his eyelids, "God knows why you're posting your daily moments with Sherlock on your blog." ”

“......”

Sherlock still ignored them, as if he had just seen the file at this moment, picked it up and flipped through a few pages, and then threw it on the table, "It's so convenient, oh, boring~"

"......" John rubbed his brow, feeling his heart skip a beat.

I have to say that the police officers of Scotland Yard are stuck in a rather delicate place because of Sherlock Holmes's ability to handle cases, and only the incompetence of the police can show that the world is quite in need of Sherlock Holmes.

So by the time the police locked up the suspect, the woman had already run to the other side of the country.

Lance sat in his comic house and poured John coffee, then calmly listened to him whining.

"I can't believe you two should ignore this when you know the suspect! Especially Sherlock, is it difficult to send a text message to Lestrade?" The young man's soft hair was pressed against his head, and if you didn't look at his current expression, he probably gave people the impression that he was a good old man.

"I'm innocent. Lance shook his head, "I don't want the police to suspect me." ”

John's eyes paused, as if remembering the identity of his friend, and he exhaled viciously, "Sherlock is not right!"

"Seconded. Lance has no objection to this.

"Jingle bell~" The small wind chimes on the comic house rang for a while, because the inventory of this comic house in Lance is mostly comic books with his own taste, most of them are some Japanese comics, and the British gentlemen don't seem to be very interested, so there are not many people who care about it except for some young people who pursue freshness.

Lance thinks that his comic house is a cultural place at all, and installing a wind chime or something probably has a little artistic conception.

"Welcome, pick your own comics, you can read them here, and you can buy them if you like. Lance moved his fingers, then looked up at the visitor.

It was a man in a warm brown trench coat, his hair was a little long, obediently hanging down at the sides of his ears, his cheeks were a little sunken and even his eyes were very deep, and his hands were in his pockets, standing in the doorway.

Motionless looked at Lance.

Lance raised an eyebrow and smiled unexpectedly, "Spencer." ”

Almost immediately, John turned his head and saw the young man standing in the doorway, a name he had heard from Lance.

Rhett's gaze was reluctant to take his eyes off at all, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he could say in this situation.

Lance stood up and sighed, "Spencer Red, my boyfriend, John, it looks like our day's little talk is coming to an end. ”

John was stunned for a moment, and quickly stood up, "Of course." He put away the vicious expression he had just put away and grinned kindly at Red, "I'm a friend of Noah, and it's nice to meet you." ”

Red didn't speak.

John was a little embarrassed, "I'm John Watson......"

Lance patted John on the shoulder, "He's not good at socializing with people, don't care." ”

John nodded, and there were other things in his heart, such as his friend's hand was trembling slightly, and it seemed as if something was going on, but judging from his friend's usual words and deeds, he really liked his lover, and now he ......

In a daze, John did what a good friend should do, and he at least left quietly.

The weather in London should be getting better.

Lance lowered his head and pushed John's coffee cup aside, then turned around and took another cup from the counter, took a glass of water next to it and washed it carefully, before putting it in its place and pouring a steaming cup of coffee.

"What are you doing?" Lance gestured to John's seat, "Drink something hot, you're like a fawn eroded by the cold right now." ”

Red didn't move.

"Spencer. ”

Red's lips moved, as if he had said something, but Lance didn't hear clearly.

The coffee was hot, and it was absolutely heartwarming to drink, Red sat down and took a sip of the cup carefully, his originally pale face eased a lot, his fingers slid a few times on the edge of the cup, and he finally didn't hold back, "I thought you didn't want me anymore." ”

Lance: "......"

Red finally looked away from Lance, staring at the coffee cup in his hand.

"Did you bring your clothes?" Lance lowered his eyes.

"Nope. Red replied, "My clothes were, they were prepared by someone else." ”

Lance paused, then took another sip from his glass as if nothing had happened, "Stay here for a few days, and I'll show you around London." ”

Red nodded.

"Stay for a while and then go back. Lance suddenly felt a little irritated as he spoke, and without waiting for Red to answer, he stood up, went around the counter, grabbed Red's hand, and walked out the door.

Red was a little overwhelmed as he held his glass.

Lance ignored him, left him outside the shop, turned around and locked the door, and walked down the street again by his hand.

Although the city of London is full of smoke and sometimes affects the vision, it is also a good place to hide himself, Lance silently pulled Red to visit a few clothing stores, bought a few sets of clothes for Red, and when he realized that the number of these clothes was a bit excessive, the cup in Red's hand was already cold, and the coffee in it was also cold.

Red hung his head and let Lance pull him, but Lance didn't speak, so he didn't speak, just grabbed the hand that was holding him.

Feelings are sometimes sweet and intoxicating, and sometimes they are an obstacle.

Lance took Red back to the house, he knew that his whereabouts must not have been revealed, Moriarty would not leave a flaw in doing things, and from Rhett's words, it could probably be inferred that it was a person who knew his whereabouts who helped Red get here.

This person can only be Moriarty, only Moriarty.

He didn't have the energy to deal with someone on Moriarty's level.

"The slippers are in the shoe closet, you go upstairs to my room and take a shower. Lance chattered, "I'll send a change of clothes, and get a good night's sleep after washing." ”

"You're not happy. Red pursed his lips.

Lance tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Who said that." He tilted his head, "We are lovers, and it's too late to be happy to see me in a foreign country!"

"I promised the man. ”

Lance turned around, "Go up and take a shower first, and then I'll play with you for a few days, you still don't want to contact the team first, after a while, we'll get tired of it enough, and I'll contact you to go back to country A." ”

"I promised that guy!" Red suddenly hardened, he tried to make a look of not caring, "He's interested in me, if I participate in this game......"

"That's enough!" Lance rubbed his eyebrows, "you should be tired, go get some rest first, Spencer." ”

"I'm going to make it clear first!" Red shook his head.

"......" Lance was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and grabbed the shopping bag on the sofa and slammed it to the ground, "You don't know what the you're doing?!!

Red swallowed.

"It's enough for you to continue to catch the criminals who are wandering around country A!!Are you involved in this kind of game of life to find smoke?!" Lance gasped, "Do you know how dangerous it is!"

"What about you?!" Rhett was frightened at first, and his face was not good when he heard Lance's words, "Have you ever thought about how dangerous you are?!"

"I'm not like you, Spencer!" Lance's eyes widened, "We're different!"

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