The two people walked one after the other with umbrellas, and the sound of the rain could almost completely cover the footsteps of the passers-by. 693218 "Please wait!"

Red was the first to stop and quickly turned around, his reaction can be said to be very fast, as if he had been waiting for this moment, which also made the person who shouted the words obviously stunned, the umbrella covered his face, and he couldn't see his current expression, but his steps stopped.

"Ahem. ”

"Is there anything wrong?" Lance turned and wondered.

"Someone wanted to give you something, and I took the money. He took a step forward as he spoke, "It's a letter." ”

He pulled out a letter wrapped in a clear plastic bag from the pocket of his coat, the envelope was pink, "It was given by a woman." ”

Lance nodded, and asked, "Is it for me or for him?"

"To your sir. ”

Lance accepted the letter, slipped it into his pocket, and thanked him again before reaching out and pulling Red away.

Instead of going to the comic house again, he went straight back to his home, and Red was very absent-minded along the way, and he still couldn't hide his feelings well, and he had what kind of expression he had.

Although it is not good to say that as an FBI who deals with criminals all year round, Lance likes this kind of Rhett.

Throwing the letterhead on the table, Lance went into the kitchen to make a pot of tea, and when he came out, Red had already taken a book and was reading, and the letter was still on the table, and there was no sign of passing, and it seemed that good self-cultivation did not make people peek at the letterhead.

After pouring himself a cup of tea and taking a slow sip, Lance reached out and picked up the letter, he would not be naïve enough to think that it was really an English girl who had asked someone else to send a letter of courtship, and it was very likely that it was a threatening letter.

However, if Lance would definitely not accept it in normal times, or that he would not touch it, or that this letter came at a very timely time, even if he didn't want to get involved in this case, but if there were important clues, he still couldn't miss it, and it was a big deal to hand it over to Sherlock.

"What do you think we'd do if the letter was sprinkled with poison powder or something?" Lance flipped through the letter and read it twice, still not reaching for the plastic bag.

Rhett's hand shook and he followed in surprise.

"Did you meet me for the first day or did you suddenly notice that I was more handsome than usual?" Lance hooked the corners of his mouth and slapped the letterhead back on the table again, "I don't really want to see it, if it has something to do with the case, there should be something wrong with Sherlock." ”

"What if it's not?" asked Red.

"I already have a lover, Spencer, and you can't let anyone other than you get emotionally entangled. Lance raised an eyebrow, "If it weren't for the coincidence of this letter, I wouldn't have accepted something from strangers on the way." ”

Maybe there is no such coincidence in the world, in the afternoon, John sent a text message to talk to Lance, the tone was more angry, probably a report, and found that the package Sherlock got and the human tissue in the package to Lance were not the same person, as a doctor and a soldier, John always has a heart to protect the people.

Red is actually absent-minded, he is also the guardian of the common people.

[When we came out of the hospital, someone gave Sherlock a love letter, I thought he wouldn't take it, but he accepted it!] Lance thought about it and replied to him.

[Actually, I received it too, but I don't know if it has some unknown virus on it, so I haven't liberated it from the plastic bag yet.] 】

[Damn!Sherlock has opened it and sniffed it!]

Satisfied with his satisfaction, Lance stood up and took out a pair of white gloves from a drawer not far away and put them on before opening the plastic bag.

Just like every girl with good expectations, the shy romantic pink envelope, with a slight shake of the faint fragrance of roses, opened the letter and looked at the content carefully, it was probably a love letter expressing warm love, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Handing the letter to Red, Lance clapped his hands, "Although it may be a waste of other people's minds to do it, it is definitely not an accident that neither Sherlock nor I feel that it is right, so Spencer, you can help me take a look, after all, you are better at things like decoding than me." ”

Red put his right hand into a fist and coughed, then took the letter and read it carefully.

Lance looked at Rhett's frowning eyebrows, there are many things in Rhett that he can't possibly have, even if there are more doubts from the outside world, as long as this person is seriously committed to one thing, the others don't seem to affect him at all.

It's just that after a while, Red has already read the letter, and from his expression, Lance can also know that this letter is actually nothing special, at least it has nothing to do with passwords or anything like that.

Lance thought about it and texted John again.

[Spencer has already read the letter, there should be no text code or anything like that, if you have time, you can come to me and take it for testing, to be honest, I don't really want to rob Sherlock. John didn't text back quickly, Lance probably had an emergency there to stumble him, after all, John seemed to be unable to leave his phone for a moment these days.

A lot of knowledge, whether geography or culture or other miscellaneous questions, can be searched on the Internet, and the desired answer or reference answer can be obtained in a few seconds, which is much faster than expecting Sherlock to explain it to him carefully.

Putting aside John's failure to respond to the text message in a timely manner, he pretended to be very attentive to Rhett's discussion of what the love letter meant.

As a result, after a long day of discussion, there was not much progress, but it only confirmed more deeply and fully that the owner of the love letter had a different kind of affection for Lance.

Lance couldn't help but want to cover his face and squat down in the bathroom, completely unaware of why he would continue to discuss with Red later.

Lance still didn't receive John's text message until the evening, but a team of police officers knocked on Lance's door with little courtesy.

By the way, it was dinner time at home, and Lance cooked a pot for Red to steal from China...... Imported instant noodles, I have to say that the taste of this noodles is still as good as ever, but the nutritional value is not high, and Rhett said that he has eaten a lot of additives.

Because the knock on the door was not friendly, Lance went to open the door with a gun, hiding a gun behind his back to take a picture of the pair.

"Sheriff Lestrade?" Lance hesitated.

Lestrade was obviously taken aback by the person who opened the door, but his eyes couldn't help but look into the room, "Oh, Lance, why are you here, I mean ......"

Lance turned sideways and gave way, trying to smile as good-natured as he could, "Sheriff, you probably mean that Mr. Holmes has provided some interesting clues or something!"

Lestrade: "En......"

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