Mr. Inspector

Hearing Lestrade's exclamation, the tall man with brown-red hair raised his head, met his gaze, and then hurriedly turned his head away as if frightened, and disappeared in less than three seconds. Rows of Scots pine trees stand around the church.

In the misty rain, everything happened too fast.When Lestrade reacted, his field of vision was as empty as it was at the beginning, as if no one had ever disturbed him.

"asshole."

He couldn't care less about picking up the lighter that fell on the ground, and hurriedly chased it out—then stopped in front of the bushes.

Lestrade looked hesitantly into the woods... and found that he couldn't judge the direction in which the man fled.The wet and fertile soil is full of fallen branches and leaves, the terrain is chaotic, and there are no effective clues to find.

The whole person just disappeared out of thin air...

Holding a branch of a tree with his hands, Mr. Inspector gritted his teeth angrily, and then ran back to the place where he parked in front of the church.Turn the key and step on the clutch, before you can even fasten the seat belt, the car is driven out as soon as you step on the accelerator.

At the end of the Scots pine is a winding road, which is also the only way to the church. If Fitch really wants to escape, he will definitely pass through there——

While thinking about countermeasures, the inspector selectively ignored the speed limit sign hanging on the side of the road, and the engine roared towards the destination.

Sure enough, before the car approached, Lestrade saw an old jeep parked close to the edge of the bush... He took a glance at the new license plate on the front of the jeep, and then slowly turned off the engine, He pulled over and stopped his car.

Just as he was about to open the door and get out of the car, a vague figure rushed out from the woods.He obviously saw Lestrade's car not far away, without much hesitation, he immediately took out a pistol from his pocket.

Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, Lestrade instinctively bent down on the passenger seat, and cursed, "Bastard!"

"Bang, bang——" Two gunshots rang out, and the first two tires of his car were successfully scrapped.

The roar of the engine sounded, and the jeep rushed out in another direction, leaving behind two rows of black smoke.

……

Lestrade pushed the door open and got out of the car, glanced at the direction Fitch was escaping from, and then at the flat tire of his own car, and heaved a long sigh while leaning on the driver's door.

The newly repaired car has to be sent to the repair shop again...

Against the light rain, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and called Donovan, "Where are you?...Listen, you don't need to rush over here, just chase a jeep, a very old model, with a license plate It's BYX1CDA...the driver is Fitch, um, you heard me right, it's him...by the way, this bastard has a gun by his side."

After explaining the last sentence and hanging up the phone, Lestrade got back into the cab of the car, found another spare lighter, and lit another cigarette for himself.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't have an umbrella by his side, so he had nothing to do but wait for the rain to pass.

While smoking, Mr. Inspector was also thinking about Fitch's matter.

If he didn't die, who died in his apartment before...

<<

221B Baker Street, the heating is on in the apartment.Sherlock was sitting on the sofa flipping through a few local London newspapers. He was wearing a white bathrobe, apparently just out of the bathroom.

Although it was daytime, there was still a bright incandescent lamp on the ceiling of the apartment.

Watson just came back from outside. He glanced at Sherlock, then put down his briefcase on the table, and asked, "——No case?"

Sherlock flipped through the various pages of the newspaper in a bad temper, and then threw all the pages of the newspapers in the previous few days, closing his eyes, "Nothing."

Watson shrugged his shoulders, but did not try to offend his temper.

Sherlock chattered to express his anger: "It's all trivial things, such as Emily Angelina Beckinsale's love, marriage and divorce, or the war, earthquake and tsunami in the Middle East, or the next three years in London. Today's rainy weather...Oh, God! Who cares! Listen, this is a disaster...The empty-headed editors will only play the same old tricks and never come up with new tricks...they It seems like they have no idea what constitutes good news."

Watson shook his head, he knew that even if he didn't answer, Sherlock could talk for a whole day.

Sure enough, Sherlock had no intention of shutting up——

"My brain is getting rusty from this utterly boring day. No murders, no dead people, and Scotland Yard hasn't moved at all since the last incident! Damn it, are all the criminals dead in London? "

As he spoke, he dug out the pistol from a side drawer, and under Watson's frightened gaze, fired several shots at the wall "bang bang bang".

From downstairs came Mrs. Hudson's screams.

"Hey, Sherlock! Easy!"

Watson rushed up and snatched Sherlock's pistol, and whispered to him through gritted teeth: "Fuck, what are you doing, do you want to call the police?"

"It's just what I want." Sherlock rushed forward, not to be outdone.

Just as there was a burst of chaos, the phone on the table rang, and the two people who were wrestling on the sofa stopped moving.

Watson glared at him, and finally took the pistol away.

Sherlock calmed down for a while, then walked over and connected the phone, and said in a calm voice: "Hello"

The detective's weary voice came from the microphone, "Sherlock, there is a case."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Please tell me."

……

After putting down the phone, Sherlock's mouth curled into a smile, "It's Christmas."

Watson stood up from the sofa, "What?"

"There is a case."

<<

On the other side, Lestrade sat in the cab of the car and hung up the phone. He watched the phone run out of battery and sighed.

The door of the car was closed, and it was raining heavily outside.

The rain came quickly, and it didn't look like it was going to stop.

Probably because of the rain just now, Lestrade felt that his forehead was getting hotter and hotter... He could only tighten the clothes he was wearing and endured the heat slowly.