Sherlock felt bad when he saw Lestrade's picture at Tomlinson's, and no one would casually pay attention to another person, especially one who had already been identified as the murderer.

He quickly flipped through the photos, many of them were taken secretly, the main thing being that there was a number on the back of the photo of Reestrade, seventeen.

Seventeen, the number Sherlock remembers very clearly, the doll bride who died in her wedding dress was this number, seventeen, the murderer's seventeenth doll, and the last dancer.

Without even thinking about it, he called Harry, first informing the little Lestrades of the matter, and then working together to deal with it, Sherlock didn't know that he had been discovered, and he didn't know that the person was dating Lestrade.

Who knew that after a while, Harry gave him a message, and Lestri's phone couldn't get through.

Sherlock frowned, the murderer gave Lestrade a total of thirteen bouquets of roses, red roses, according to the murderer's idea, he would definitely shoot at the seventeenth bouquet of roses, what made him do it in advance......

Wait, Sherlock slammed open the drawer, he got down and saw a miniature surveillance camera in the corner, he reached out and pulled the camera out.

He was discovered, and this kind of camera can be monitored with a mobile phone, so Tomlinson knew that he had come to this office and discovered his secret, so he did it in advance.

"Damn it!"

It was he who didn't think about pushing Lestrade into danger, if he could not care about the life and death of everyone, but he cared about Lestrade, after all, that person was a good person.

Harry made a phone call to Lestrade as soon as he heard that he was in danger, and he did, but he hung up after saying hello.

Lestrade sat down and ordered, and he immediately rejected Adrian Tomlinson's courtship on the grounds that he really couldn't be tough on men, and he was a straight man.

Although it was said very roughly, it also directly expressed Lestrade's thoughts.

Tomlinson showed a sad expression, he smiled and said, "Then can you finish this meal with me?" ”

There was no reason to refuse, he nodded and said it was just a meal.

Who knows that Tomlinson didn't actually have any good intentions, the two enjoyed the food, Tomlinson also said that if they couldn't be lovers, they could not be friends.

Lestrade agreed without much thought, and although Tomlinson sometimes gave him weird feelings, he didn't say no to people.

After eating for a while, Lestrade's cell phone rang, and he made an apologetic gesture from his little angel, Harry.

“Hello……”

At this time, the waiter who came to deliver the drink didn't know that he was tripped by the god thing, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, and Lestrade's mobile phone was so coincidentally "accidentally killed", he blinked at the mobile phone that had been automatically turned off, and then looked at the waiter who had just gotten up and looked scared and sighed a long sigh, hoping that Harry didn't have anything big to look for him, the waiter stood next to him in horror and apologized, Lestrade shook his head, he still could afford the price of a mobile phone, so he regarded it as bad luck today.

"You're such a good man, Lestrade."

Tomlinson praised Lestrade, who lost his mobile phone and said with a smile: "I took too much of the Good Guy Card, and besides, he didn't mean it." ”

The good guy card, whether it is the people of Scotland Yard or the big or small Sherlock Holmes, they like to call him a good guy, and even some people who have had a few sides also like to call him that, and the good guy card of Lestrade can probably be pushed into a mountain.

"To you, Inspector."

Lestrade had always been concerned about the phone call, and he was embarrassed to borrow the man's mobile phone, so he was going to end the lunch early, Tomlinson was very considerate and quickened the meal, but the development of things was that when they were about to leave at the end of the meal, they finished saying goodbye in front of Lestrade's car, and just when Lestrade was finally relieved, he felt a pain in his neck.

He looked at the man in front of him in surprise and covered his neck with a needle.

Intravenous injection into the medicine that can make people unconscious, he fell into Tomlinson's arms and lost the ability to resist, Tomlinson said how did you drink it, while stuffing Lestrade into the car, the agent who monitored and protected Lestrade from a distance felt that something was wrong, but when he was about to step forward, he saw Tomlinson sit in the driver's seat, and disappeared with a foot on the accelerator.

Things are very wrong, the agents sent by Mycroft are quickly tracking down the car, and at the same time talking to their superior, Anthea, Lestrade is the person their real boss Mycroft values, the last time they didn't notice the suspicious vehicle they were already scolded, this time Lestrade was robbed in front of them, they will definitely be killed by Mycroft Holmes.

"What did you say?!"

Ancia, who had been sitting at her desk leisurely tidying up her papers, stood up and repeated the current situation.

"You said Inspector Lestrade was ...... Taken away? Do you know who the prisoner is? ”

"Tomlinson, Adrian Tomlinson."

Anthea pursed her lips, she was thinking about the danger of suing Sù Mycroft, although her boss didn't say that she had any special feelings about Lestrade, but she was sure that Lestrade must be a special being, and her boss would probably ......

Anthea tells them to hurry up and catch up with the vehicle that kidnapped Lestrade, and that she will report the matter to Mycroft immediately, and that if she hides it, she will bear more of McCroft's anger.

Mycroft's after-dinner dessert time was his happiest time outside of tea time, and as a man with sweet teeth, he said that sweets should not be discarded.

When he saw Anthea come in, he tilted his head and said, "What's the matter, my dear." ”

Mycroft rarely called Anxia so close, Anxia pinched her fingers, it seemed that her boss was still in a good mood, but the more good and so on, the more terrifying she was when she got angry.

"BossC team has arrived...... Inspector Lestrade is ...... Kidnapped. ”

Ancia stood there obediently after she finished speaking, she watched Mycroft's expression change from surprise to anger to calm, it only took five seconds, but it was enough to see the place of Reistrade in his heart, who is called Mycroft Iceman Holmes rarely cares about anything.

"A bunch of rubbish, people have already found out?"

"Yes, that Mr. Tomlinson."

McCroft pursed his lips, it seemed that this Mr. Tomlinson was really a cat, he had suspected that Tomlinson's purpose in approaching Lestrade, and now it seemed that whatever his purpose was, his dear Mr. Inspector was in danger.

"Report to Scotland Yard and tell those idiots that if they can't get it back, they won't have to come back."

"Yes."

After Ancia leaves, Mycroft calls his little brother Sherlock, who he thinks must know more about this Tomlinson.

“Hello，mybrother.”

"I have something, tell me quickly."

McCroft thinks Sherlock knows something, "Something happened to Greg, and that Mr. Tomlinson took him away. ”

“What？！ You're spying on the Detective?! ”

He was also helpless about his little brother's ability to find the focus, he slapped the table and said to Sherlock: "Sherlock, what about your point!" ”

"OKay, you give me the direction of Tomlinson and Inspector, and I believe you have called the police, you can add by the way that this Mr. Tomlinson is the murderer of the case that Lestrade is investigating."

Sherlock was now rushing home, and they needed to think long and long to figure out why it was the imperfect looking Lestrade and where Tomlinson kept the humanoid doll.

The wound on Hannibal's hand had been bandaged by Harry, and the Lestrades were sitting in the living room, everyone's faces were not good, and just now Sherlock came to the second call, and McCroft told the news that their Dad had been kidnapped, and the kidnapper was Tomlinson.

Hannibal clenched his hand, the pain seemed nothing to him, he could probably understand why Tomlinson chose Lestrade, the murderer had a special feeling, after his emotions fermented, he set his sights on the widely reported Lestrade, who wanted to be caught, and Lestrade had a special attraction, so he became Tomlinson's target.

It was he who intensified Tomlinson's affection, it was he who made him think that the man just wanted to get close to Lestrade, who knew that he really had this in mind.

"What now?"

Harry broke the silence, they couldn't sit still.

"We're going to find Tomlinson's location and ......"

Hannibal didn't finish his sentence, he didn't have any strong morals, and he was able to stay in this house and not occupy his own violence because of the influence of Lestrade, but now that he had been kidnapped, the rope that bound Hannibal was broken, and he was once again the ripper that everyone talked about, and he said that no one could hurt his family.

"So there's anything you can do?"

Everyone looked at each other, and now there was no clue, how could they not find the mysterious place where the puppet was hidden.

"I have/I have."

Sherlock and Hannibal, who rushed home as quickly as possible, said at the same time.

Since there is a way, then they still have time, and he clapped, "Act!" ”

He needed Harold's help, a complete map of the outskirts of London, and all the completed and unfinished buildings. He had obtained a copy of Tomlinson's general route from McCroft's possession, and he needed to find out where Tomlinson was based on the clues he knew, and there must be something he had overlooked.

Hannibal re-logged into the site over there, and he left a new message for Tomlinson.

It's a perfect dancer, it's a challenge, and I'm looking forward to your final work, but what about revealing your secret place to us before that and not? - Will Graham

Fifteen minutes later, there was a message.

I'm going to finish my work in two days, and I'll be able to publish it in the public at that time. - Dancer Collector

Fifteen minutes, then he must have returned to his residence, so that he could draw an approximate location.

I doubt you've actually caught the Inspector at Scotland Yard, after all, it's just an everyday photo. - Will Graham

Hannibal took a different approach, and if he could not be determined through his complete work, he used the agitation method, determining Lestrade's safety while determining the location based on the few clues in the photographs.

Two minutes later, Tomlinson popped up a picture of Lestrade sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, with a white wall behind him, which looked like it had been simply renovated.

The location must be a villa on the outskirts of London, a place that has been simply renovated.

Sherlock had mapped out several routes on the map of London, each of which was very probable, and the road map that Mycroft had just given him could tell that Tomlinson was taking his agents in circles to eventually get rid of them.

Sherlock was tempted to scold the fools, but what he needed now was to determine where the end would be, and no one knew if Lestrade would be hurt if they hesitated.

"Find out where you can get to within half an hour, provided that you go around in circles, and if the location is a villa or villa area that has not been extensively renovated, and few people live nearby."

Hannibal told Sherlock what he knew, so they ruled out several options.

"There must be something else to forget."

Sherlock pressed his temple, there must be one place in so many places where Tomlinson was, but he couldn't fully identify what he had left behind.

Tomlinson's office, clean and tidy, pass.

Things are neatly arranged, pass.

Same distance ...... Sherlock's finger moved on the map, according to the visual inspection of the three places of the crime at the same distance from each other, one is in the suburbs of London, it is said that because it is too remote to be inhabited for the time being, it is completely in line with Hannibal's statement that few people live, and time is supreme and echoes time.

"Found you—"

Perfectionists are too perfect to leave a loophole.