Red stopped Lance this time, he didn't care that his emotions would be captured by Sherlock, he knew that for a smart person like Sherlock, saying something like 'you know' wasn't still in doubt, but it was certain.

"Oh~Calm down~" Sherlock held up his hands to signal that he was harmless, "You haven't been hiding at all. ”

Lance tilted his head, glanced sideways at Sherlock, and tugged at the corner of Larred's coat, "Yes, I didn't hide it, so?"

Sherlock nodded, "I want to know about this case. ”

"It's not an interesting case. Lance refused.

"But this is a case that you are involved in. Sherlock retorted, "It's funny, I recently met a guy who was very smart and very thoughtful, you guys...... You're connected. ”

John silently bent down and tapped his leg.

Lance turned his head to look at the bedside, "I'm under the surveillance of the British government now, and I believe it won't be long before your whereabouts are revealed." ”

Sherlock put away his pensive look, raised his chin slightly, and there was a bit of arrogance in his tone, "My game with him will never be my loss. ”

No matter how old he grows up, the younger brother of a bear child will plummet when he encounters problems related to his bastard brother, and even reveals some deeply hidden attributes.

"And. Lance looked at Sherlock and said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you everything about this case, it's that I can't do anything about it. He raised an eyebrow, not caring that he was now cowering behind Red, Sherlock couldn't see his expression at all, "Mycroft has approached me, neither John nor I can reveal this case, you need to recuperate quietly for a while." ”

John: "Wait, I don't know the specifics of this case!"

Sherlock turned slightly.

"I was cared for by Mycroft while I stayed in England. Lance adjusted his mood, grabbed Rhett's hand and soothed him a few times, and then walked out from behind Rhett, "In my eyes, Mycroft is a very dedicated and compassionate gentleman, I can't betray him, what's more, as a friend, some of your actions really worry us a lot, can't you wait for your injuries to heal before exploring the truth?"

Sherlock looked at him for a moment and the look was really indescribable, but John had a look of surprise and a look of conviction.

Lance felt that his Amway methods were not very clever.

When it comes to Sherlock's safety, Mycroft never backs down, so after learning that Sherlock has escaped 211b and hid all the way to the home of his key surveillance subject, he immediately asks people to follow up on the situation.

The worst-case scenario would be for Sherlock to return to the hospital he hated for treatment, as the key surveillance subject was in some ways the exact opposite of his harmless appearance.

However, after waiting for a few minutes, there was nothing that prevented the two sides from shaking hands and making peace, and McCroft couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that the other party's cooperation was very sincere, and he didn't mind giving a little convenience within his authority.

McCroft leaned against the head of the bed, rubbed his temples, put his phone back on the low table beside him, and fell back asleep.

Sherlock and Watson were chased by Lance to the next room, which had been vacant all along, and Lance thought that room would never come in handy.

After locking the window again, Lance went back to bed and lay down, knowing that there must be someone watching outside, and he was not so entangled in the security problems caused by the broken window, in fact, it could not be safer in the current situation, after all, Sherlock slept in the next room, and Mycroft's favorite brother would definitely not let his brother encounter danger in his sleep.

With a sigh of relief, Lance looked up to see Red sitting at the head of the bed with his head down, not in the slightest intention of sleeping.

"Now is not a good time to talk, dear. Lance patted the pillow, "It's all this time, let's make up for sleep first~"

Red was by Lance, but couldn't say anything to contradict him, just turned around and lay down.

Lance crossed his arms and shook his head, "I can talk to Mr. Holmes a little more tomorrow." ”

Red's lips moved, "I know this is not the time to fight. ”

Lance shook his head, "It's not a quarrel, it's a negotiation, just like the creed I've always followed - there is nothing in the world that can't be solved through negotiation, and if the negotiation fails, then continue to negotiate unless my patience has been exhausted." ”

Red closed his eyes fiercely and pretended he couldn't hear Lance.

"It's really not a good time to speak, it's definitely full of Sherlock Holmes' eyes and ears, and I don't have a hobby to put all my own business under the noses of others. Lance muttered and lay down, slowly reaching out and taking Rhett's hand around his waist.

Red moved slightly, but slowly regained his grip.

The next morning when Lance and Red went downstairs, Sherlock was already sitting on the couch downstairs in his pajamas, and John yawned at the top of the stairs and saw the three people downstairs say hello slowly, "Morning." ”

Lance replied early, but Red nodded and didn't react any further, and Lance pushed him into the kitchen and asked him to make breakfast.

"I'll make a sandwich!" Lance looked at Rhett, who was busy with it, "I just add thirteen spices when I cook the food, who will put that when I cut ham bread and lettuce?"

Red shook his head.

For breakfast, Lance ate the sandwich made by Rhett and stained it with his old godmother, John was very interested in this way of eating and ran to the kitchen to find water to drink, Sherlock slowly withdrew his hand, took a bite of the sandwich and threw it back on the plate.

He raised his chin slightly, "Where is the case now?"

Lance was stained with the old godmother's food, and he didn't think about it when he heard the question, "First of all, you have to get your brother's permission, then you have to make sure that you don't do anything that endangers your own safety, and then you have to make sure that you don't fool the police in front of the public......"

"What good did Lestrade give you?" Sherlock interrupted.

"Mr. Holmes will do me the good. Lance said slowly, "If you don't have that kind of effort, I'll ask your brother if he wants you to interfere." ”

Sherlock snorted and dropped his phone on the table.

John glanced at him suspiciously, and very consciously picked up his mobile phone to look at it, and sure enough, he saw the video image of Mycroft, which probably means that a bodyguard will be placed next to Sherlock and them, Sherlock can play in a low-key manner now, but if there is a new development, he must report it, and he can't do dangerous things.

The man's voice rang in Lance's ears and he thought back to the call he received in the morning, and thought it was feasible, since the chips given by the other party were so good, it was okay to make a slight concession.

"So we went to the hospital. ”

Lance waved his hand, "Don't be too anxious, I and Spencer will be under the control of Scotland Yard, and if we want to go to the hospital, we must notify Sheriff Lestrade first." ”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and squeezed at John.

John pursed his lips, picked up the sandwich, lowered his head and stuffed it into his mouth, pretending that he had just been blind for two seconds without seeing Sherlock's expression.

It was at this time that Lestrade came in, and he didn't knock on the door, but just opened the door and came in.

"......" Lance swallowed, his expression indescribable, "Even if we've reached an agreement, don't you take the door seriously?"

Lestrade's expression instantly became embarrassed, and the sheriff, who had the blood of an English gentleman flowing in his body, coughed dryly in embarrassment, and looked at Sherlock, "Your brother told me that you can act with us in this case." ”

Sherlock pouted nonchalantly, "You promised to give the dead fat man any favors, so that he would look like a dumb man." ”

Lance stared at the door and decided to put the move on the agenda.

"Rans and Rhett's business...... Mycroft had already mentioned it to me. Lestrade tried to change the subject again, "As a technical aid from BAU, I came to hide my identity at the beginning to adapt to life here. ”

Red pauses as he bites on his sandwich.

Lance tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It was originally a confidential incident, and we came here to be entrusted by Mr. Holmes, but we hid our identities for the sake of secrecy before, and I didn't expect a lot of things to happen as soon as we came, and now there are some more confidential things, so we changed the way of saying it for convenience, we actually hope that this new way of solving the case can be understood by the police and used by the police." ”

Lestrade nodded in understanding, and even John's eyes changed faintly.

Only Sherlock saw Lanceby's bright smile all the time when his smile was halfway out, and it looked a little eerie for a while.

“............”

"Speaking of which, what Mr. Holmes asked us to do was something to do with Sherlock. ”

Lestrade looked at Lance and then at Sherlock with a frozen smile on his face, and suddenly threw away all suspicions, no matter what, Lance and Red's identity letters of attorney have been stamped by the British government, and there are very few opportunities to make Sherlock deflated, just watch the excitement at this time.

A group of five people, Lestrade deliberately drove the SUV over, five people can also sit down, Lance stuffed his mobile phone into Rhett's hand when he was in the car, Rhett pushed back, Lance pushed back, Rhett took the phone in his hand, and looked out the window and didn't know what he was thinking.

When he arrived at the hospital, Red returned the phone to Lance before saying, "Noah is not very good at murders, so I'll go in with you and take a look." ”

Lestrade nodded.

Lance stood outside the cold storage and watched Jasmine Amber walk in with the others, and then waited outside for the men to come out.

Standing in the corridor, this kind of corpse will generally be burned when the case is closed when it is unclaimed, and few people come back to the place where the corpse was placed, so it is empty, and if someone walks in the corridor at this time, the sound will be particularly obvious and ...... Infiltrate.

Lance took a picture with a handsome man dressed as a male protector, who seemed to be the shy and introverted kind of person who made his own ears red just by saying "hi" to Lance.

Lance's eyes turned around on the man, and he also pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile, "Hi~ "

The man opened his mouth, and Lance said again, "Sherlock is inside, do you need to talk for a while?"

The man's eyes lit up instantly, "I'm here to find Jasmine, I, I made an appointment with her for coffee." ”

Lance looked at him again, "Okay, let's wait." ”

The man nodded, as if he felt that the atmosphere was too oppressive, so he found a topic, "What kind of case are you going in now...... Of course, if it's not convenient to disclose......"

Lance thought for a moment, "It's a big case, it's not that it can't be revealed, you should know if you ask Jasmine later." ”

The man sighed, and the atmosphere between the two became awkward again.

Just as the other people came out of the cold storage, Jasmine saw the man standing next to Lance at a glance, and she glanced at Sherlock a little nervously before trotting over and talking to the man in a low voice.

Sherlock glanced at the man with a scrutinizing gaze.

"This is mine, my friend. Jasmine seemed to muster up her courage and took the man's hand and said, "We're going to go for coffee in a moment." ”

The man looked at Sherlock excitedly, his voice was even more nervous, and he stretched out his hand towards Sherlock, "Hello, I'm Jack, Jasmine often mentions you to me, you are a respectable person!"

Lance didn't know if Sherlock was worthy of respect, but he knew that if Moriarty entered the film and television industry, a movie would probably win an Oscar.

The king of the criminal world has never hidden his appearance, because even if his appearance is known to all mankind, the person who holds the power will not easily touch him, who knows if this king will hold something in his hands that can shake the interests of the country, if these things are revealed with his death, the panic and consequences brought by the people in power who hold the lifeblood of the country cannot control.

Unless this kind of person wants to die himself, he must not be caught or killed rashly.

Sherlock has done a lot of things with the identity of Mycroft, faintly peeking into the country, but he knows little about the tip of the dangerous iceberg, and the first time he came into contact with Moriarty, he was diverted by Mycroft, but so far, what McCroft has done has only slowed down the speed of development, and what should have happened is still happening.

But the important thing is that Sherlock doesn't know what his vaguely perceived enemy looks like, so now in Sherlock's eyes, this jack is probably trying to get closer to his gay admirer through Jasmine...... Right?

Lance looked at Sherlock's dismissive expression, a little unsure if his guess was correct.

The two of them, who seemed to be in a shy ambiguous period, finally seemed to make an appointment, hiding the embarrassment that Sherlock didn't respond to Jack just now, and Jack reluctantly left.

Seeing her ambiguous boyfriend walk away, Jasmine suppressed her emotions and said, "That is my friend, you can't ......" She couldn't go on halfway through speaking, her smile was reluctant, and she still couldn't get angry at Sherlock.

Lance shrugged his shoulders and pulled Red away without squinting.

It's not clear what happened behind the scenes, but it's true that Jasmine almost hit them when she finally ran out, and she ran away without saying hello with red eyes.

“...... Later, I saw that the man just now was a little farther away. Lance looked at Jasmine's back and sighed, "This is a man with magical powers who can make people feel broken." ”

Red: "??"

"I'm talking literally. "Whose home do you think this game is?"

Red's gaze turned unnaturally to the direction Jasmine had run away.

"You didn't notice the little bit of his panties that he deliberately showed, which was the brand that gays liked, as well as his hairspray and movements. Lance coughed, "Although you like a good man like me, but before that, you liked women, and it was normal not to know about this." ”

Out of the corner of his eye, Rhett glanced at the three people approaching behind him, and frowned, "Didn't you say you liked women with black hair before you were with me, how did you understand?"

"Didn't I get into the line and know the line, pay attention to the other people walking on the road, and if someone hooked you away, where would I cry?" Lance said half-truths, and stopped the conversation just as John and the others arrived, "What did you find when you saw the corpse?"

"The cut on the finger is neat, without personal anger, it should be a formulaic approach, and the person must have committed something wrong to be punished. "There were a few wounds scattered on the body, but none of them were fatal, they looked like they were from a street fight, and the fatal wound was supposed to be a blow to the head." ”

"It hit hard. John added, "There was no trace of a second blow." ”

Sherlock said, "There is no reason why the dead fat man will continue to participate in this case, so what benefit did you give the dead fat man?"

Lestrade: "Can't we talk about this case properly?"

"So you still haven't found that finger. Lance's eyes fluttered a little.

Sherlock jerked his head up and stared into Lance's eyes, as if he could poke a hole in Lance's body.

Red's face gradually turned a little pale, but he still stood firmly in front of Lance as he did last night, blocking Sherlock's view as if he was about to eat people.

"Good idea. Sherlock turned, "Inform Jasmine that we're dissecting the body." ”

"Dissecting?" Lestrade repeated, but his hand was not slow, and he reached out on his cell phone as Sherlock spoke.

Rhett frowned, "It's very unlikely, because the autopsy didn't point to a laceration in the throat, and because the fatal injury was on the head and there was no poison reaction, the victim's stomach was not examined. ”

John understood with a look of disbelief, "You suspect that the severed finger was in his stomach?" Rao is a former field doctor who has been on the battlefield and has excellent psychological qualities, and also thinks this kind of thing is too sensational.

Lance patted John on the shoulder, "Speaking of which, Spencer is actually my senior, I haven't been in the group for long, and Spencer has encountered more of this kind of thing than me. ”

Rhett: "In fact, there are still cannibals in the world, these are basically very primitive tribes, and now there are some groups in society that feed on humans, most of them want to get some kind of power they want from their own kind, religion, environment, experience, will become a factor that affects a person, and there are some examples of eating the same kind in the cases I have followed, if our guess is correct, in fact, most of the victims are forced to eat, which can also be regarded as a part of the punishment." ”

"But it was also said that it was unlikely. Lance shrugged his shoulders, "Because in normal cases, the victim must have been restrained and his finger cut off, and then someone pinched his mouth and forced him to swallow his finger, but there was no laceration on it. ”

"We looked at it and there were no lacerations. John answered, "I checked." ”

Sherlock subconsciously straightened his back.

"But if it's a punishment, if the victim has absolute loyalty to the organization, he has done something wrong but is willing to accept the punishment, he thinks he can continue to live if he accepts the punishment. Lance snapped his knuckles, "But the organization decided to kill him, it's also possible, and choosing to be in a remote alley, whether it's killing on the spot or throwing the body after killing is contempt for the victim." ”

The author has something to say: I originally made an appointment with A Qing for a 10,000-word chapter, but I didn't hold it back, half of it, I'm super tired from work, I don't want to do it hahahahaha 166 reading network