The connection is the theft of jewelry that has just been placed in the archives, and it looks like the files that have just been sealed are about to be taken out.

Lestrade rubbed his fingers under his nose, "Do you see anything?"

Lance shrugged his shoulders, "I think these people are going to do something, it's quite big, although I don't know what it is yet, but it's certainly not simple, or this case can be handed over to the small staff of the British government now." ”

The inspector's brow furrowed deeply when he heard this, "Did you find anything?"

"First of all, Mr. Gray's death was certainly not an accident, he was even prepared to do something, if it was really him who was going to ask us for coffee yesterday. Lance tilted his head slightly and glanced at the desk, "And the murder that happened at the beginning of this case, the deceased was an unidentified person, no matter how you look at it, maybe Mr. Gray was killed by this group, it seems that there are almost no other traces except for the place where Mr. Gray was killed, which shows that the purpose of the unknown suspect is very clear, and from the height of the blood spray, it seems that Mr. Gray was sitting at the time, and he didn't even stand up." ”

"He knew an unknown suspect. Red took over, "They're familiar. ”

Anderson, who walked in with the evidence bag, retorted, "It can't be that the murderer walked in through the door with a gun, and the deceased was afraid to make himself appear harmless when he saw it, so he raised his hand and didn't dare to move in his seat? ”

"Sean Grey comes across as polite but tough at heart. "Lance pouted," This kind of person is very sorry for his life and will find a way to save himself at the first moment of danger, showing weakness, but he should stand up while raising his hand, so that his eyes are level with the other party, and he is even confident that he can make the other party put down the gun in his hand, so if he sees someone walking directly with a gun, he should quickly stand up and comfort the other party, and then he will not sit down easily, and will keep himself in a state where he can run at any time to get the best chance of survival, so that the height of the blood stain is not right. ”

Lestrade nodded, "So, Miss Eberhardt is more suspicious, but we'll find her, but ......"

"Since this case is like this, it should have some connection with the last murder. Lance continued, "The unidentified deceased has a bit of a transnational shadow in it, and it's better to leave it to someone who can handle it." ”

There are many ways for the police to find people, but this Miss Alberhardt disappeared between the earth like wings, and the police, who had just regained their momentum with a little progress, fell back into decadence.

Lestrade eventually considered Lance's suggestion, and his men had no way to find out when the case was handed over to Mycroft.

After receiving Reestrade's invitation, the British government clerk put down his work and sat down at Reestrade's house.

He is well-informed, but he doesn't know everything, after all, although he is just a small clerk to the outside world, but the work of a small clerk is also a lot, he does know that Lestrade has been worried about a case recently, and even Noah Lance and Spencer Rader have also failed in this case, but Lestrade has now put the case file directly in front of him, and almost said to ask him for help. This realization gave him a faint sense of indescribable accomplishment.

After flipping through the file, Mycroft already understood the reason, his legs were folded, and he sat on the sofa lazily and elegantly, so that Lestrade had the feeling that this man was sitting in the palace drinking black tea with the queen, and faintly felt that some of the curly wallpaper in his house had been softened.

"In fact, I did have afternoon tea with the Queen in the afternoon. Mycroft nodded slightly, "However, you did the right thing to do me this case, and it helped me a lot. ”

Lestrade was a little desperate in his heart, he didn't know what he had done, why he was surrounded by people who could read other people's thoughts, and he was still leaning on these people.

"You're pretty good compared to everyone else. The smile on the corner of McCroft's mouth was undisguised, "Smart people never need that much. ”

"Where's your gentlemanly demeanor?" Lestrade asked, then frowned, "If it weren't for the fact that they were foreigners, I really wanted to get people into the police station, and even the case was handed over to you at their suggestion." ”

"You want them to stay?" McCroft lowered his eyes, picked up his phone next to the file, and sent a text message to Anthea.

Lestrade didn't know what the man had typed on his phone with his fingers, he just shook his head when he saw the man's movements on the other side, "They can also help now, okay, when are you leaving?"

"You want me to leave?" McCroft raised an eyebrow and thought the sheriff was telling a joke, though he didn't think the joke would appeal to his humor at all.

"Why do you think I let you come to my house?" said the sheriff of Scotland Yard, standing up abruptly, "it is much better for you to come to me than for me to come to you." He yawned as he spoke, "If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Mr. Little Staff took a slow breath and stood up as usual, "Good night." Then he left the sheriff's house in good spirits.

Lestrade took the file that McCroft had read into his bag, and suddenly laughed, as if the depression of this time was gone.

At night, it is the easiest time for people to let their guard down, especially in locked rooms.

Red slept on the left side of the bed, sleeping in a good position, his brown hair falling on the pillow, if it weren't for the lack of light at night, he would have felt like an angel lost in the world. Lance turned sideways, facing in Red's direction, curled up slightly, one hand pressed under the pillow.

A black shadow was extremely sensitive, and I don't know how to open the window silently from the outside, and then steadily climbed through the window into the room, and the sound of shoes on the floor was faint.

The shadow slowly approached the bed, a hand reaching out to the man with his back to him.

At this time, the long legs under the quilt of Lance, who was already asleep, shook back suddenly, and the black shadow jumped back as if he had long expected Lance's movements, Lance turned around, grabbed the arm of the black shadow, and attached a pressure to his body, and in the blink of an eye, a dagger was placed across the neck of the comer, and the comer was oppressed and couldn't stand it and let out a □□.

Ret, who was awakened by a series of movements, suddenly got up, turned on the light, shook his hands, pulled open the bedside table, grabbed his hand, and turned to face the two in a stalemate.

"Who?!"

Lance squinted his eyes as he looked at the man below him, squeezing a word out of his teeth.

"Sherlock!!"

With that, he threw the dagger on the floor and stood up with Sherlock by the collar, but because he was not as tall as this man, it was a little funny after taking it.

The next second, Lance turned his gaze to the window that had been opened, and looked at the short-haired and even somewhat dull-looking military doctor with a complicated expression, poking out a head, and he said, "I knew Sherlock you ran away again!"

Sherlock reached out and tugged at Lance's hand, freeing his collar and then breathing a sigh of relief, "Huh!"

Lance burst into a foul mouth, straightened his pajamas a little, and didn't know what to say when he saw that Red had already put away the wooden barn, and watched Sherlock reluctantly pull people in through the window amid John's scolding, and felt the corners of his eyes twitch faintly.

"How did you get this time now?" Lance rubbed his temples, "John, didn't you keep an eye on him?"

Before John could speak, Sherlock raised his chin, "I'm not a prisoner. ”

John shook his head, he didn't know how Sherlock had escaped from the surveillance, if he hadn't gone to Sherlock's room on a whim in the middle of the night to raid it, he wouldn't have found that he had already run away, and the people left behind by Mycroft didn't react!

What's more, Sherlock was able to climb up to the window of his house and open it from the outside, and who knows how he did it?! And it doesn't work if the windows are locked, so should he be like the vampire in the movie and nail the windows with wooden planks?

Lance's gaze circled around Sherlock again, and it was estimated that the wooden plank would not be able to stop the humans, so it would be better to replace it with an iron plate, at least enough time for him to walk to the window and give a wooden barn to the people outside.

"I want to know about the case you're working on. Sherlock said bluntly, "You haven't solved this case yet, have you?"

Lance came back from his thoughts and just said, "Yes." He was taken behind by Ridla, who had already stepped out of bed.

Red looked at the other two with a wary look in his eyes, "But now is not a good time to visit, is there anything you can't talk about tomorrow?"

Sherlock pulled the corners of his mouth into a malicious smile, "Night activities are the best cover-up, and besides, don't you want to know what the hell is going on with this case?"

"Don't you know that you're the world's most failed Amway?" Lance happily hid behind Red after suppressing his annoyance, "We don't want to know any cases now, we just want to rest." ”

Sherlock raised a frown, "You know. ”

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