One person can overturn a team, and Lance happily lets the driver drive directly to the London Police Station.

The driver was held to the pistol in his head, but he still shook his head, "I won't bury my life like this, even if you shoot me now, I won't throw myself into the net." ”

Lance was stunned, "You let me get in the car and then develop until now, I thought you were already throwing yourself into the net!"

Driver: "......"

"My target is Sherlock, and if you send me to the police station, you can't explain why you caught me. ”

Lance's smile froze, "With all due respect, sir, if you dare to tell me, neither you nor the person you love will have a chance to live." He looked at the picture in the driver's hand, "What a nice smile." ”

The driver's hand shook, "You!"

Although Lance knew that it was wrong to use the murderer's family as a threat, it was also a good fact, and if he dared to reveal his situation to the police department that had not yet been taken care of, Moriarty's freewheeling fear would really let such a thing happen.

It's just a reminder, besides, "You just said that your target could be me, too." ”

A green tendon popped out of the driver's head, "He just mentioned you slightly, my original target was just Sherlock, who knew you would choose to get into my car?!"

"......," Lance raised his eyebrows, "Who made you so eye-catching, and such a sensitive time is still stopping in such a sensitive place, is it still to blame me for being caught by me?"

"......" the driver took another deep breath, "you have to let me go back." ”

It's hard to say how "......" feels.

"My target is Sherlock, and I have to put an end to this incident, or Sherlock will be suspicious. ”

"Do you think I'm going to let a serial murderer who has already been in his hands leave for such a reason, let alone pose a threat to Sherlock?" Lance sneered, "Now drive your car and go to the London Police Station without revealing any information." ”

"But it's his game!"

"I don't think he minded making the game more fun. Lance frowned, he didn't want to talk to this man anymore.

The driver raised his voice sharply, "I don't have long to live, you know?" He glanced at Lance quickly, and saw Lance force himself to calm down with a scrutinizing gaze, "Three years ago, three years ago, my doctor told me that there was something wrong with my body, an aneurysm, oh my God, I was depressed for a while. ”

Lance blinked twice, "Thank you for turning left ahead." ”

Driver: "......"

"I've got a good idea of the way to the police. Lance smacked his mouth, "You go on." ”

Driver: "......"

The head door was held against the gun, and even the hand would be suppressed as soon as there was a large movement, the anger in the driver's heart was so suffocated that he couldn't do anything, the vehicle stopped not far from the police station, Lance pushed the gun forward, and the driver lowered his eyes.

"Tsk. Lance scoffed, reaching out and removing the photo attached to the car, "Do as I say." ”

The driver's eyes lingered on the photo in Lance's hand for a long time, and finally he opened the car door and walked down with a slung shoulder.

Lance sat in the car with a calm face and watched him walk into the police station step by step, before squinting his eyes, taking a white glove from the pocket of his trench coat, groping around, and getting out of the car.

The wind was a little strong, and it hurt to blow his face, and he pulled his collar up Larans sighed and felt that he was really hard to the end, and he still had a photo in his pocket that he had just taken off, and he imagined that he was actually a tragic hero, and now he finally escaped from the enemy's lair, insisted on walking home and won his life.

What a mess!

I really walked a few streets, and as I said earlier, Lance had already figured out the way to the police station, so it took some time to walk but I didn't encounter such a situation as getting lost, and Lance, who returned to his residence, almost fell asleep directly on the thick blanket.

The next morning, Lance habitually logged on to Twitter and posted the latest updates.

It's also lucky to not add r: good morning

This Twitter account is a re-application, and it is also the kind of obscurity, and the status of the post is mostly greetings, and it is not noticeable, and Lance feels good.

After washing, Lance took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and ate a breakfast on the bread left over from yesterday, feeling not very satisfied, but there was no other way, he walked a long way last night, and even if he got up now, he still didn't want to move.

Moving the chair in the room to the window, Lance pulled the curtains a little, and then sat on the chair and looked at the bustling streets of London.

Lance receives a text message from John.

Probably it means that Lance wants to be a guest on Baker Street, for the regret of last night.

Lance grinned and replied to John that he would be glad to do so.

They seemed to have greeted Mrs. Hudson, so the kind landlady smiled at him when he knocked on the door, and there was no surprise that he was smiling very sweetly.

"It's so glad that so many young people have come to my house at once, and it's been a long time since I've been like this!" Mrs. Hudson's mouth never pulled down, "Oh, it seems you know that Sherlock is actually a good boy!"

"um, he's a good guy. Lance felt that his evaluation was relatively objective, "I personally think it's pretty good. ”

This made Mrs. Hudson even happier, "Oh, come in dear! John has just gone to the supermarket, you go up and talk to Sherlock first, they didn't know what to do yesterday and didn't sleep together......"

Lance shook his fingers and smiled calmly at Mrs. Hudson, who was already complaining, "That's bad. ”

"Yes!" said Mrs. Hudson's eyes, "I think so, what do you need to drink, dear?"

"Two pieces of candy for clear coffee!" shouted Sherlock from upstairs.

Mrs. Hudson paused, then turned to the stairs, "Sherlock, I'm not your butler!

Lance: "Lemonade thanks, I'm still a little confused when I wake up in the morning." ”

"Oh, okay. Mrs. Hudson nodded, turned and went to the back room, and halfway through the walk she suddenly turned back with a stern expression, "I am not their butler dear. ”

"Of course. Lance grinned and walked briskly upstairs.

Sherlock was lying on the sofa, if it weren't for the fact that his legs were already exposed to the sofa, it was really impossible to see that he was so thin and buried in a single bag, the young man wrapped his head in a sheet, and his eyes were exposed but staring at the ceiling, and it was really a little strange to see his appearance clearly.

Lance sat down on the couch next to him, "Forgive my rudeness, sir, I don't think you have the time to deal with me right now." ”

"Reason. Sherlock blinked.

"I thought you knew. Lance's brow furrowed slightly, "John invites ......"

"Why did he turn himself in? Sherlock continued to murmur.

Lance raised an eyebrow, "What turned himself in?"

"What is the reason, is there a third party coercion or what? Such a person, why would he turn himself in?"

Lance lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to swipe the morning news, and saw that there were reports that the suspect in the four consecutive suicides had turned himself in to the London Police last night, he was a taxi driver, and the suspect also took the initiative to confess that he was found out three years ago and did not live long, so he used this method to retaliate against society.

"What do you think?" Sherlock sat up suddenly, "the air is suddenly a lot fresher. ”

“um......”

"I don't need to talk nonsense, I'm different from those goldfish, use your knowledge to help me analyze!" Sherlock took a deep breath, "There's a person, there's a person!"

Lance raised an eyebrow, "Thank you for not telling Sergeant Les Drud about my identity." ”

"Oh......" Sherlock raised his finger.

Lance shrugged his shoulders, "Today is a good day, as the report says, the murderer is a taxi driver, and the hope of life is in ...... um was strangled by the doctor three years ago, and the person whose life is already in such danger either escapes from his family or tries his best to ask for warmth from his family, since he will force people to commit suicide, he should have escaped from his family, he can be said to have just found a way to release pressure, someone died in front of him, there is probably a ' Although I don't have long to live, I know my own approximation, but the life and death of you healthy people are in my hands' will give him spiritual satisfaction. He paused, "It stands to reason that such a person is actually very sorry for his life, because he has witnessed a lot of deaths, even if he has adjusted his state at the beginning, he will still panic when death is approaching, and the more such a person goes to the back, the more he feels that his life is precious, and controlling the life and death of others for a long time will also increase his desire to control, so that he wastes his little time in prison...... Of course, this may be a mockery of the police, but I prefer that this kind of person will do a bigger case and deliberately release some clues, which can be better mockery. ”

"He may have chosen to turn himself in in some kind of situation where he had to give in, and the other party must have mastered some of his handles. ”

Lance sighed, "Do you want me to say this?"

"Good," Sherlock rolled his eyes, "psychology." ”

"And your deduction are two entry points. Lance clapped his hands, "Is there anything else I don't know?"

Sherlock pulled the sheet onto his body, "He has two children, he walked into the police station by himself, I didn't find anything about his family in his car, the pink phone was there but it was missing his family's things, but he had family!"

"Also, we didn't find any fingerprints or anything else in the car. Sherlock lowered his head, "That man, there was a man who was sitting in the passenger seat at the time, and he asked him to turn himself in, but he himself safely erased the traces of his past and left, but the London police didn't find out!"

Lance's fingers tapped on the table, "So your interest now turns to that mysterious what, who's on it?"

Sherlock scratched at his curls, "A little." ”

Lance sighed, "I think it's going to be a little dangerous, after all, you don't even ...... the other party."

"John is coming back soon!" Sherlock jerked to his feet, wrapped in a sheet, and went to his room, ignoring Lance's meaning.

Lance touched his nose and gave a thumbs up to his acting skills.

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