Mr. Inspector

In the dimly lit and ambiguous bar, Anthea was sitting in front of the bar and flirting with her old acquaintance.She was wearing a black sexy leather skirt, and her hair was loose on her exposed shoulders.

Shaking a glass of Bloody Mary in her hand, Anthea's red lips curled up slightly, "Not a bad position, isn't it?"

The bartender at the bar was a young guy. He was wearing a thin suit. He looked at Anthea with a smile that was not a smile, and said, "It's not bad. It's near the Prime Minister's Office at No. 10 Downing Street. It's an excellent location."

"There will be a new round of parliamentary elections in more than two months. It is estimated that the owner of that place will change again." Anthea stepped on the ground lightly with her high heels, and sighed softly.

"No matter who stays, it doesn't make any difference to me." The man opposite said while wiping a clean cup in his hand flexibly.

Anthea smiled, took a sip of the cocktail in the glass, and was noncommittal to the man's words.Then she leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Don't think so."

The man raised his head in confusion, and then his eyes flickered, and he fell into a fragrant kiss.The two kissed long and fondly.

It took a long time before Anthea left the man's lips, and smiled mysteriously, "I should go." Before leaving, she turned around and asked, "Do you want to change places with me?"

"Don't, don't, I can't get used to that temper." The man shrugged and clearly refused.

……

After leaving the bar, Anthea shrank into her coat due to the biting cold wind.She walked quickly to the trash can at the corner of the street, and took out a bottle of mouthwash from her crossbody bag.

A newly developed chronic toxin is smeared on her lips, and if it is not washed off in time, it will be life-threatening within twelve hours.

Before Anthea opened the mouthwash, the movement of her hands paused, and then she gestured to a hidden camera in the alleyway to signify that everything was done.

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Mycroft was sitting in the spacious living room feeding the goldfish. He was watching the swimming of several goldfish leisurely. Saying: "Sometimes, people are more ignorant than goldfish."

What I am most afraid of is that ignorant people have ambitions, so I have to eliminate them as much as possible.

——He has never been a soft-hearted person, otherwise he would not hold the machine of the state.

……

The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were drawn, and the sky outside revealed layers of gloomy light.The rain has hardly stopped in the past few days, it is always pattering, and it is extremely cold.

"Shut up—" With a sound, the bedroom door was opened from the inside.Lestrade rubbed his messy hair for some unknown reason, and yawned when he was full of sleep.

Then, he glanced at the unfamiliar surroundings, and murmured, "Why am I here?"

McCoff continued to throw fish feed into the fish tank, raised the corners of his mouth in a rather good mood when he heard this, and said, "It seems that you are quite used to sleeping."

Lestrade stopped in his tracks, stood there in a daze, then thought for a while and said: "...It's okay."——Speaking of his conscience, the bed in his house is indeed better than the one in his apartment. That one is much more comfortable.

So it took almost a second for Mr. Inspector to let the flow take its course and accept the environment he was in now.

——Fuck him and let it be... He pinched his thigh in frustration.

What's with this damn sense of submission!

"Last night at around nine o'clock, you had a fever and almost passed out, so they brought you here in a hurry. The doctor gave you two bottles of anti-inflammatory medicine, and now you look much better—" Mycroft said in an orderly manner Narrating, then turned to look at the inspector, looked him up and down without a trace, and a smile appeared on his face, "Sure enough, it's not bad."

Mr. Inspector blushed when he saw him, and quickly looked away, "How do you know me...uh—" He stopped the unnecessary question just in time... Knowing that he didn't really care about this issue, he changed his mind again. A topic, "What time is it?"

"Ten past three in the afternoon." Mycroft gestured to the retro wall clock on the wall with his eyes.

I wasted a whole day without knowing it...

"Didn't Scotland Yard call me?" The inspector subconsciously reached into his jacket pocket to find his phone.

"Oh, don't worry - I'll help you ask for leave." Mycroft tapped his fingers on the table with a relaxed tone, "The phone is charging on the shelf next to the wall clock."

The inspector's attention was attracted by the trend, he didn't pay attention to his mobile phone, and his eyes looked at the various decorations on the delicately structured shelf...

One of the huge stone footprints is the most conspicuous.

"What is this?" he asked.

Mycroft raised his leg and walked to his side, explaining in his mouth: "The club sponsored an adventure team to go to the Himalayas to find the snow monster in February last year... This is a souvenir they brought back."

"Looking for a snow monster?"

"That's right...it's a regular scientific research activity conducted by the country." McCoff rubbed his chin in thought.

——Of course, the situation on the Indian border was tense at that time.While looking for the snow monster, the adventure team also did some interesting "nosy things".

The Inspector looked back at him suspiciously.

Mycroft shrugged and said innocently, "You can't help it if you don't believe it."

"..." The inspector sincerely condemned the false honesty shown by the man in front of him!

He then walked around, casually surveyed the open environment around him, and found that McCoff's residence was simple and clean, which was in line with his overall temperament.The wooden floor, several beautifully carved tables, chairs and sofas, and a fluffy wool carpet on the ground.

The only weird thing is the eye-catching big fish tank and all kinds of rare ornaments... I guess they are souvenirs brought back from "scientific research" from all over the world.

For fish tanks——

Sherlock's apartment is exactly the same.

"Like goldfish?" Lestrade asked with interest.

"Oh, it's not about whether you like it or not." Mycroft went to the water dispenser to get himself a glass of water, moistened his throat and said, "Sherlock entrusted me to take care of it, and it's right here gone."

"That's it..." Lestrade scratched his hair, turned his head to look at the time on the wall clock, thought for a while and said, "It's getting late, I think I should go back... There are important cases that have not been completed."

Although the case has been entrusted to Sherlock, he is still very worried that he is not on the side.Of course, the more important thing is... It must be an unwise decision to stay at Mycroft's house all the time.

Hearing this, Mycroft immediately put down the water glass in his hand, shook his head in disapproval, "No~No~No."

"...What's wrong?" Lestrade asked inexplicably as he went back to the bedroom and picked up his coat.

"I forgot to tell you just now, your apartment is not safe at all now, there are traces of someone sneaking in this morning, and there are gun holes in the window." When Mycroft said this, his facial expression became serious .

"What?!" Lestrade stopped putting on his coat in surprise for a moment, then he suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously, "Then what about the diary I put on the table in the living room?"

"Don't worry, Sherlock has already taken it."

"That's good." Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief, and then became extremely entangled—"So, in the future, will I..."

He was a little ashamed to ask what happened next.

Mycroft looked at him calmly, smiled and said, "Right."

There will always be such a day, won't it?