What does Mycroft Holmes represent, Lance doesn't want to know, he just needs to see the gentleman with a low hairline as a younger brother, and he himself is a bad guy who uses his brother to blackmail him.

And it just so happens that this brother's power is a little bigger, that's all.

With the help of this seemingly powerful brother, it is easy to get the information of a girl who has just died.

"In return, sir, I hope you will tell me something in Sherlock's life that I don't know. McCroft raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "I think you should accept it." ”

Lance was helpless, "He's smart enough, sir, and I'm not confident enough not to show a flaw in front of Sherlock Holmes." ”

Mycroft's fingers tapped on the armrest a few times and suddenly paused, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, and a pair of eyes glanced at the young man opposite with a smile.

Lance reciprocated with a bright smile, "If I'm not mistaken, our opponent should be alone~"

McCroft shook his head slowly, "Not an opponent. ”

Lance was not surprised, for people with status, there is no opponent this deposit, as long as there is enough interest to drive, anyone can become a partner.

Sending away the British government that Lance didn't want to know the exact identity, there was a file bag sent by a beautiful female secretary on the table, and there was still moisture on the coffee cup next to it, and the fluttering appearance looked like a style.

Putting the file bag in the safe, Lance walked to the table and brought up the two cups of coffee and walked into the kitchen, poured out the coffee, turned on the faucet, cleaned the cup, wiped the cup, and put it in the cupboard. The wind was not light outside, and occasionally a few noises could be heard, so Lance put his glass away and turned his head to look at the kitchen window.

The street lights outside were on, and there was a layer of white mist on the glass, and the lights outside looked like orange candy balls.

Lance sighed and scratched his head, now is not the time to feel sad.

Back in the living room again, Lance opened the safe again and took out the file bag, the file bag is not very thick, but Lance knows its importance, a girl's life can be said to be in it.

Lance knew that the reason why Mycroft was able to give him the information was more important than Sherlock, and it was estimated that he would never be an enemy of Moriarty until he touched the bottom line of this Sherlock Holmes.

The girl is Memi Moorty, a native, 17 years old and about to go to college.

Lance had no interest in voyeurism*, so he just learned a little bit about the basics, and managed to see the person he was looking for in his daily friends.

Helena.

The 23-year-old woman is not conspicuous among the many friends of Meimi, Meimi has many older friends, she is very open in many circles, younger than her, older than her, this girl can almost get a kick there.

Putting the materials back into the safe, Lance patted his head, thinking that it was not a wonderful thing to have too many things in his head.

Gordon and Hu Qi stood on either side of the interrogation room, the protagonist of the case sitting on a chair with his head hunched, his hands and feet cuffed to the chair, and he had to bend his neck even to scratch his scalp.

Wilson grinned violently after a third attempt to scratch his head but failed.

"Gentlemen!" he moved, the handcuffs sounding good because of his movements, "you can't just stare at me like this without asking me anything!"

Hu Qi's eyes were fixed on his every move, and when he heard what he said, he only spun in place, "Really? You seem to know what we are going to ask you." ”

"You gentlemen who are not embarrassed to do good deeds. Wilson shrugged his shoulders, which made him look a little funny, "We just found these homeless children and kindly took them in, and you can't label our good deeds as dirty." ”

Hu Qi sneered, "The evidence is conclusive, what we found from your computer is enough for you to spend most of your life in prison!"

"Oh!" Wilson raised an eyebrow, "then why are you here to ask? Hey, you're not the same guy who asked me in the first place!"

"We're all FBIs. Hu Qi turned his face, "We found something else from your computer." ”

Wilson frowned, a bewildered look on his face.

Gordon slowly approached him, his voice getting softer, and he took a picture on the table and pushed it to Wilson, "If you can't explain where this picture came from, then you're going to have something to do with the disappearance of an FBI, and to be honest, a lot of people want you to spend your life in prison." ”

Wilson subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he could feel that the old guy with gray hair in front of him was right, and lowered his head to look carefully at the photo in front of him.

The photo shows the side face of a young man, young and handsome, and the clothes look expensive.

"I found it on your computer, now tell me when and where you saw him and took a picture of him!"

"He's an FBI?" Wilson's eyes widened, "I thought he was an actor, I even looked up the names of all the actors in the United States, no wonder I couldn't find him!"

"You're looking for him?" Gordon repeated as he grasped the point.

Wilson immediately looked up and explained, "Don't get me wrong, I just think he's handsome, you know, not everyone can smile that well." "I wanted to take a picture of him when I saw his smile, but after a while he left with the people around him." ”

"You haven't answered our questions yet. Hu Qi reminded.

Wilson's smile froze for a moment, "Well...... I forgot about jì, it's been a long, long time. ”

Morgan stood by the window, his arms folded, looking inside the interrogation room, next to the rest of the BAU team who was in charge of the international child trafficking case.

"I didn't expect this case to involve so much. He was intrigued by what was happening in the interrogation room, "The legendary bau is interrogated differently than we use. ”

"This is not an interrogation, sir. Morgan rolled his eyelids, "Just some questioning techniques." ”

"He'll say it. Red's eyes kept rolling, and he had the coffee he had brewed for him, but he just held it in his hand and didn't drink it.

Morgan looked at the coffee in his hand and was stunned, "Yes." His tone grew firmer, "he would say." ”

The person in charge blinked, but said nothing.

You should know what your answer means. Hu Qi walked over and propped his hands on the table, feeling a sense of oppression.

"......" Wilson pursed his lips.

"If it's because there's ......something else involved," Gordon replied, "the FBI's confidentiality rules work well." ”

Wilson turned his head, "You have to make sure that this FBI doesn't mess with me." He looked at the two people in front of him as if seeking affirmation, "It's been three months at the docks, and this man got on a boat." ”

"There was a tall man next to him, dressed in black, and I thought he was his bodyguard, maybe they were on vacation or something. ”

Hu Qi interrupted him, "You're lying. ”

"......," Wilson was silent for a moment, "Well, not on vacation, but I'm not lying." ”

"Where did that ship go?"

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