Mr. Inspector

By the time the forensic medical examination results came out, it was already midnight, and Ai Li's body was temporarily placed in the morgue of the hospital.

"It has been confirmed that he committed suicide by taking poison. Do you have any other questions?" Jasmine Amber, who was wearing a white coat, was the forensic doctor this time.She wore a simple ponytail and a brown shoulder bag on her right shoulder. She was standing a little awkwardly in front of several agents.

Donovan stretched out his hand and pulled away the dazed Edman who was standing in the front, nodded to Jasmine and said, "Okay, we understand."

Lestrade thought for a while and asked, "What about those bruises on her limbs?"

"These are traumatic injuries, but they are not fatal." Jasmine replied immediately.

Lestrade nodded, indicating that she could leave.

……

Allie has now been confirmed as a suicide, and while the outcome isn't as hopeless as it was initially, it's still very frustrating for the group.

Edman and Simon, with painted faces after a fight, walked slowly on the edge of the sidewalk, very lonely.Harry had left first, and now Lestrade and Donovan were left walking side by side under the streetlight.

"How does it feel to be alone?" Donovan was the first to break the silence.

"It's not good." Lestrade walked on her left with his windbreaker pocket in his hand.

"Fitch and Allie have been following you and calling you boss, even though you were just a small detective at the same level as them at that time... Oh, don't forget, and that fellow Edman... the few of us At the beginning, I made an oath to solve the case together and catch criminals together."

"It's all in the past."

"Are you afraid of it?"

"what?"

"Fitch and Ellie's death."

Mr. Inspector paused. He frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't find a clear answer in his heart.

He could only say: "... I don't know."

- I really don't know.

……

By the time we got back to the apartment, it was already past one o'clock in the middle of the night.When Lestrade was about to walk into the bedroom in the dark and go to bed, he found that the light in the bedroom was on.

He looked dazedly at Mycroft lying on the side of the bed in his pajamas, flipping through a book of bedtime fairy tales that he usually used to pass the time.

Quite naturally, he looked up at Lestrade at the door, and Mycroft flipped back a page of the fairy tale book in his hand, "You're back."

"...I'm back." Lestrade hesitated for a long time and didn't know whether he should go in or not.

"Do you usually read this book?" Mycroft raised the book he was reading and asked.

"I'll watch it when I can't sleep."

"Hmm." Mycroft nodded in agreement, "It's really interesting."

"——Why are you here?" Lestrade finally couldn't help asking.

"Come over from Sherlock and stop by your place to have a look."

Mr. Inspector frowned and analyzed the reason, as if there was nothing wrong——

He took off his windbreaker and threw it on the sofa, "...Then I'll take a shower first."

The two people lying on the bed had different thoughts.

Mycroft asked, "Can't sleep?"

Lestrade stared at the ceiling, "A little bit."

"Want to hear fairy tales? I've memorized them all."

"--No, thanks."

Lestrade originally wanted to think carefully about what happened today, but there was a person with a strong sense of presence lying beside him, and his thinking could be interrupted by just his breath.He persisted several times and had to give up.

In the darkness, Mycroft suddenly asked, "The London Dungeon is still the same?"

"What?" Lestrade couldn't react in time, "How do you know..." His voice gradually weakened, and he seemed to remember the identity of Mycroft—"Yes, it's still the same old way of being mysterious." He thought about it and said.

I remember that he and Mycroft had visited the London Dungeon Wax Museum in their spare time before, and McCoff couldn't see his emotions, he walked all the way in a lack of interest anyway.

"Greg..."

Lestrade turned his head slightly, and when he realized that the person beside him was approaching, he quickly shrank back under the quilt.

Mycroft leaned down and kissed Mr. Inspector on the cheek, then said softly——

"Good night."