Donavan forced herself to take a deep breath, she really couldn't understand why her sheriff had to rely on Sherlock, this man was smart, there was no doubt about that, but he was so arrogant and rude, as if in his eyes the only thing that everyone but himself had to live was to consume the oxygen in the air.

Look at his triumphant look!

"Looks like the freak got himself a doctor and a sidekick for himself?" Donavan remembered the last time the young man had rested in Sherlock's house, and no matter what he looked like, he had to wear a different color whenever he was associated with Sherlock.

Lance shook his head decisively, "Just a friend, ma'am." ”

Donawan's mouth hooked, "Wow, friend!"

Lance withdrew his gaze from all around, looked at the curly-haired woman and chuckled twice, "yes, everyone loves Sherlock~"

Donavan snorted, clearly skeptical of Lance's words.

John's conclusion after examining the body should be similar to the information gathered by the forensic department present, so no one would say that there was anything wrong, Sherlock stood and listened to John's words and thought.

Lance is looking at the girl's posture, her body is facing up, and her hands are gently placed together on her abdomen, which is an established posture, usually the deceased is in a coffin, or in many films, it is an elegant sleeping position, her body is not desecrated, and it can even be said that it is almost beautified.

According to the family's instructions, the girl should have been missing for a long time, no more than 24 hours, and the time of death was not long, but the cumbersome clothes on her body were unusually fitting, and the makeup was meticulous, and it could not be done in a hurry, so it must have been a targeted murder. The place where the girl's body was placed should be an ideal place to throw the body if it was a large environment, but it was next to the highway, and I wanted people to find her and feel guilty about her.

Helena, 23 years old, London Lance lowered her head and digested the information she got, and then thought of her experience in Bau, maybe this world is mixed with Sherlock Holmes, so here in the UK is almost the home of Sherlock Holmes, and sometimes it really makes people feel that the police officers of Scotland Yard are really dry.

In fact, strictly speaking, the situation on Kuntixo's side is actually similar, and most of the police officers also ask Bau for help.

So the police are really useless?

It was as if I had groped my way to a very remarkable conclusion.

Lance was a little startled by his own thoughts, and then looked at the other police officers present with a vague gaze, no matter what, where there were Sherlock Holmes, the light of the others would be obscured, it was pitiful.

"Okay Sherlock. Reistrade is always very patient with Sherlock, "ineedyourhelp, now, tell me what you know!"

Sherlock glanced at him, a hint of reproach in his tone, "You have to be patient, even though a lot of people are noisy here, I know what I want to know." ”

Adson glared at him and looked at Lestrade, "I think we're wasting our time, we invite this freak over every time, we don't need him!"

Lance watched John stand up a little embarrassed and didn't relax for a breath, and he stood quite conspicuously, so he leaned silently on the police car.

"So what? Sherlock, not everyone is as smart as you are, and I need you to say it explicitly. Lestrade took a deep breath.

Sherlock understood, "Of course, I know the gap between you and me. He lowered his voice instead, "That's what I'm wondering about, too. ”

What's going on in your little brains?

John felt that Sherlock's next sentence was this, and the faces of the several police officers present were not very good, and John immediately shouted in order to ease the atmosphere, "Sherlock, I mean, in fact, I don't understand very well, can you explain?"

"Ah!" Sherlock sighed, "but Noah already knows. ”

Lance: "......" What's the matter with him!

John licked his lips and turned his head to look at Lance, who was leaning against the car door.

Lance immediately adjusted his posture and pretended to be in a daze.

"You should do something!" John was getting angry, "you can't take everybody for idiots!"

Lance was speechless, "Why don't you get angry at Sherlock?"

"\-you\- has him in it"

Sherlock pointed to the corpse of the girl lying on the ground at this time and began to speak," First of all, her makeup, meticulous, also represents a style, along with the current posture and clothing style, oh, I have studied the folk legend about vampires, although it is a bit nonsense but I have to say that it is a very wonderful story, but vampires are not dead, this young lady is dead, the fabric and workmanship of her clothes are not ordinary storefronts can be made, very exquisite, very fine, sorry for what I just said, but it also explains the origin of this dress, very well-fitting clothes, not all people can afford and not all tailors can do it。 His eyes became very bright, dazzling with confidence, "Her shoes, her hair accessories, her necklace, you have also known her family, not particularly rich, this is a big clue, she was carried here, the murderer must leave as much as possible without being discovered, there must be a car, a very fast car." ”

"And what?" John asked.

"She is dressed as a vampire, but I have seen her teeth, and they don't symbolize the fangs of a vampire. Sherlock grinned as he spoke, holding out the index fingers of his hands and comparing them to the top, "and then I noticed the bite marks on her neck. ”

"You mean those two blood holes?" Lestrade glanced at John, "Vampires?"

"Come on, that legendary beast doesn't necessarily cook its own food like this. Sherlock waved his hand, "The blood-sucked and toothless ones are only food, but she has the same wound on her arm, and if it was really the legendary creature, she probably wouldn't have eaten a lot of food." ”

"Maybe it's a lot of ......," John subconsciously answered.

"Almost the same blood hole?" Sherlock shook his head, "only one on the neck, but one on the arm." He suddenly smiled strangely, "And in that position." ”

Lestrade frowned and turned around, then quickly walked over to the corpse and rolled up the girl's sleeve again, her forearm more up, and there were three pairs of 'bite marks'.

"She injected drugs?" Lestrade raised his eyes, "Is this a cover-up?"

"Probably. Sherlock said and began to walk back and forth, "It's good to speculate that there should be a camera in the place of going out of the city and into the city, it's your business. ”

Lestrade did not continue to answer.

Lance continued to pretend to be in a daze, he seemed to understand the reason why Sherlock asked John to call him to come with him - to raise the average IQ of this highway or something, his only role now was this, and it sounded quite emotional.

"You've locked yourself up in your home since the last case. Lestrade whispered to Sherlock as he ordered the body to be taken away, "You won't even open the curtains. ”

Sherlock turned his face a little impatiently, "It's him again." ”

"um......" Lestrade touched his nose, "it's your own body, so let's go out for a walk." ”

Lance came over and pulled John aside, then looked his friend up and down, "How are you doing?"

John smiled, "Sorry, but I'm doing well, I've got a job as a doctor." The young man smiled warmly, with a different kind of gentleness, "If you need this, you can come to my clinic to have a look." ”

Lance: "I bet you didn't say that to Sherlock. ”

"Yes. ”

Lance: "You're a little fatter than when I saw you a few days ago, and your eyes are smaller when you smile. ”

John: "......"

That doesn't sound like a compliment.

"Stupid approach. Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, "I'm out now." ”

"Yes. Lestrade was a little confused, "Although the situation here is not very good now, you always come out." He watched his men work in an orderly manner, and Anderson and Donavan went elsewhere to get busy, "Now can you tell me the information of your new friend?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn't mean anything else, I'm just worried about you, Sherlock. Lestrade hastened to add.

Sherlock turned around, "If you want to investigate, I'll start with her usual friends, as well as her cousins before and after her disappearance last night, after all, she didn't participate in the pie after she went out." ”

"Okay. Lestrade nodded, then reacted, "I don't need you to teach me how to do it!"

John chatted with Lance while listening distractedly and secretly listening to the conversation between the two people, looking at Lance who didn't seem to resist this, he was a little worried, in fact, he knew that the governments of some countries would use an extreme protective method for some special people, such as fake death, and then let him start a new life in another place with another identity.

Although Lance didn't explain it directly, John himself could hear the clues from some of Sherlock's words, and Lance didn't deliberately hide it from him, he was already different from the original after he came down from the battlefield, and his former friends would be estranged because of the different circumstances when they met him now.

There weren't many people who could sit down with him and talk to him now, but it was a close to admiration and trust for Sherlock, and he cherished Lance's friend John.

He didn't want trouble to find Lance because of himself.

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