39. The Goldfish of London 38
It is not so appropriate to say that Detective Lestrade is going berserk, his smiling face on the surface is stiff, and his heart is going on a rampage, and as soon as he turns around, he grabs his mobile phone and finds a secluded place, presses it, and dials the mobile phone number of a scourge.
"Sherlock Holmes."
"I fucking know you're Sherlock Holmes! Did you and Erin go to Alan Blaine's apartment building yesterday? As soon as I heard the police officer in charge of this case, I knew it was you! Oh, aren't you particularly capable? How did the enthusiastic citizens witness the return of a sneaky guy to the scene of the crime? For God's sake, Sherlock, don't think that if you have a black umbrella shining on it, the rain won't fall on you! Inspector Lestrade let out a low roar, and he didn't have to stop and gasp for breath like Sherlock had a special way of breathing. Finally took a breath, and didn't wait for the scourge in the microphone to come out, he took the phone away from his ear and looked at it, the call was not over, and the good inspector had to take another deep breath, "Speak!" β
"I'll send my best man to explain it to you," Sherlock's languid voice came from the earpiece, and there was an even more annoying remark in passing, "Oh, good morning, Gavin." β
Lestrade: "...... "Okay, you curly!"
Lestrade was furious in his heart, and when he turned his head, he was almost surrounded by his hands around his chest, and Anderson, who stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, was so frightened that his heart stopped: "Hell, when did you come here?" β
Anderson replied expressionlessly: "When you had a constipated face, I knew something was wrong, and I was caught." β
Lestrade: "...... Get lost!! β
Sherlock was really talkative, and before the morning had passed, he sent his best man over and explained: "Didn't Sherlock tell you that the number one suspect in the robbery and murder of Alan Blaine is Andy Sharp, that is, the fake Mr. Hawke?" β
Lestrade: "...... He didn't! Wait, I remember, he was talking about triple murder, so was the third victim Alan Blaine? How did they get involved? β
"Mr. Blaine is the family doctor of the Hawke family, he discovered Mr. Sharp's little secret, and used it as a lever to blackmail Mr. Sharp, and when the matter fermented to the point of uncontrollable, Mr. Sharp killed the killer and disguised the crime scene as a robbery and murder." Erin explained succinctly, and handed Lestrade a bag of papers, "The details are here." β
"Ugh." Although he was not in charge of that case, he had only heard the police officer in charge sigh that there were two suspects before today, and Lestrade looked embarrassed, he subconsciously wanted to divert his attention, so he pointed to the box that Irene brought in with him and asked, "What is that?" β
"Physical evidence." To be precise, some of the physical evidence was deducted, and Erin smiled innocently, "Don't worry, this was all obtained from the scene of the crime, so there is nothing illegal and unreasonable," she thought for a moment and added half a sentence, "Right?" β
The black umbrella is pressed down, even if it is not to Lestrade, she has to say it right, not to mention that she has to pinch it in the regulations, and the good inspector breaks his teeth and swallows: "That's right!" To add insult to injury, Lestrade followed the delicate Erin's gaze out of his office and saw a head on top of his head that he recognized as he recognized it. Detective Good walked over and opened the door, "Anderson, didn't I tell you to go?" β
Anderson had an attitude of 'dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water': "Oh, get away and come back." β
Lestrade gritted his teeth: "Don't you even have to work?" β
Anderson held the report in his hands for Mr. Inspector to see: "Actually, I'm here to hand in the report. β
Lestrade: "Huh. "If you believe in him, you will have a ghost!
"He's telling the truth." Erin's voice interjected, and Lestrade's face changed rapidly, and he complained to Anderson, "Then you didn't say it earlier." β
Anderson: "......" He felt like he had been hurt a lot, but he held on...... And he didn't leave, but he didn't hear any gossip, and Erin had already finished handing over the rest of the report to Lestrade: "I'll do my best to submit the rest of the report to you, Inspector." β
"Okay." Lestrade glanced at the bag and evidence box on his desk, and wondered how to tell the police officer in charge of the robbery and murder case not to hurt people's self-confidence.
Comrade Xiao Ai also greeted Anderson, who was a mural, very politely, "Hmm, have you corrected the word and grammar errors in the forensic report before?" β
Anderson: "...... Welcome to come back next time. β
Erin bowed her head solemnly: "I think the rest of the report will be completed tomorrow." β
Anderson: "...... Slow down and don't send. β
Erin blinked, and Lestrade had already spoken: "Shut up, Anderson!" Scotland Yard's crumbling century-old reputation really doesn't need to be added to by insiders, and after glaring at Anderson, he smiled at Irene and said, "Then I won't send you." β
Anderson said he suddenly wanted to go to the rooftop.
β¦β¦
Erin had not yet walked out of Scotland Yard when she was stopped on the main driveway, "Ma'am, yes, I was going to go to lunch with my girlfriend, in fact, now I have become an ex-girlfriend, but I don't think I should waste this bouquet of roses." So are you willing to take it? Of course, if you don't want it, it's okay, I'll re-" Holding a bouquet of brightly colored roses was a handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes, and with the roses, hormones rushed to his face.
"He lied!"
"Isn't it just waiting for someone's house?"
"What is this? A new way to pick up a conversation? β
"Little white face."
Erin turned a deaf ear to the 'tips' of the ghosts around her, she looked up and down at the generous gentleman who planned to 'give roses to others, and had a lingering fragrance in his hands', and spoke with a little expectant look from the other party: "So, is it a professional male publicist? β
Mr. Rose was stunned: "What? β
Erin sighed, "Based on what you said, are you planning to stop serving the married woman who gave you this Audi, and instead choose to go to the arms of the middle-aged rich woman who gave you this new Breitling?" The right choice, given that the latter is a widow. β
Mr. Rose felt deeply offended, and he waved the roses in his hand: "This young lady, you can choose not to accept this bouquet of roses, but is it necessary for you to be so insulting?" β
Comrade Xiao Ai saw that the other party was still stiff-mouthed, and his eyes plundered the other party's handsome face and asked, "Have we met before?" I don't think so, and of course it's possible that I've seen you before you didn't have a makeover. β
No matter how good the other party is, it seems that all of them have disappeared: "You woman, are you crazy?" β
"No, in technical terms, I would be called a 'high-functioning sociopath'. And, given that the first thing you notice is my watch, I can tell you that it is indeed a special limited edition of GlashΓΌtte, and that it is well cultivated. Erin narrowed her eyes and her tone became solemn, "So, courtesy, can you tell me who hired you?" β
It's a pity that the other party didn't want to communicate with Comrade Xiao Ai, so he dropped a sentence "Crazy woman!" He got into his Audi in a rage and drove away quickly.
Erin looked in the direction the car drove away, thoughtful.
At the same time, her expression was frozen on the screen.
"Wow-" The little man behind the screen suddenly raised his voice "Wow", and when he looked at Erin on the screen again, the interest in his big eyes became stronger, and he said with interest, "It's spicier than I thought~ It's a bit rude to say hello like that, hmm, then say hello again, what way should it be appropriate?" β
Back to Comrade Xiao Ai, after the Mr. Rose wolf bèi left, the ghosts who were still watching with relish had already dispersed, and the world was so terrible!
Erin's eyebrows twitched slightly when she heard 'huh', and she quickly left this 'place of right and wrong' without any further delay. When she returned to Baker Street, Sherlock had already returned from 'visiting' the housekeeper of the Hawke family, and was squatting on the sofa as a thinker, twitching her nose before she could open her eyes, and then she suddenly opened her eyes, staring at Erin, who was taking off her coat, until she turned around, and said nonchalantly, "Is something wrong?" It takes you twenty seconds slower than usual to get upstairs. β
"Hmm-"
"Is it something related to the plant's bio-breeding-organizing-organizing, which makes you difficult to talk about?"
"No, I'm wondering how to put it into account, there's a man asking me for support." Erin was speechless after speaking, the word 'begging for support' was definitely transmitted to her by Ai Ye. She corrected her words under Sherlock's stinging gaze, "Someone must have hired a professional male publicist to test me, I think." β
After a pause, Sherlock asked, "What are you tempting?" β
"I don't know yet, he's gone so fast that I haven't had time to ask, but I've let the paper bird go with me, and I think I'll soon know what he's testing me." Erin pulled her phone out of her coat pocket while she was still talking to Sherlock about her speculation, "Since he accosted me with a bouquet of roses, he-"
Before Comrade Xiao Ai finished speaking, her boyfriend threw over the word "goldfish", and Irene's thinking was distorted: "So you don't like the paper roses I gave you?" β