Mr. Inspector

The arrival of a new assistant has brought a whole new look to the entire Scotland Yard Homicide ecosystem, and Katie is so different from the petite and cute Ellie, her personality is enough that Edman wears a bulletproof helmet every day at work.

Whether it's a pair of ridiculously small size 35 shoes or a sexy haircut, she's been known to make waves.

Like those size 35 high heels—the last high-end pair left in the store.No matter how outrageous the price is, this model is beyond Katie's control no matter how you look at it, but miraculously, she still folded her big toe and stuffed it in.

The woman is an animal that is simply unimaginable.

Katie's courage is beyond the sky.

Then, just when Lestrade's heart was filled with sincere respect, Katie limped up to him, her voice twitching and asking him to help her—her size 35 high heels couldn't be pulled off... …

Because the feet were forced in, the shoes fit too tightly, and it took a lot of effort to peel off the high heels.Unwilling to be lonely, the pair of red high-heeled shoes flew out with the force and hit Edman's bulletproof helmet.

There is a saying, "Things are useful"-so wearing a helmet will come in handy...

Very good, this wave is not bad!

After such a violent commotion, Donovan, the eldest sister in the office, couldn't stand it any longer. She threw down the stack of documents in her hand, showing annoyance——sooner or later, the serious crime team will have to deal with the situation if it continues like this. Disbandment and reorganization.

Lestrade also felt that this was very problematic and affected his usual style of work—but he still couldn't make up his mind.

Because of Katie's professionalism, he was still undecided to go to his boss to report the latest unexpected situation.

As for how to come up with the word "dedication"...it still depends on comparison.

Compared to her predecessor, Katie is a bit more rambunctious, but definitely good-natured.Resolutely never conflict with anyone in the serious crime team, and never willful.

Edman was so relieved by this that he forgave the milestone insult of hitting his head with a high heel.

For the detectives in the living environment of the serious crime investigation team, completing tasks in a timely and efficient manner is the primary mission. As for the sudden small farce, it is more like a regulator in a boring life.Although sometimes it will be very annoying, but it is always relaxed for a little while.

—Oh, Katie didn't think so much.

After changing into a pair of normal shoes, she brought a cup of coffee to the inspector, beaming with joy, "Goodnews, it seems that everyone likes me."

Lestrade nodded, not wanting to hit her, but said, "Put the coffee on the table, and print out the latest survey and analysis form Donovan made for me."

Katie didn't seem to hear what he said, and continued to dance with joy—"This is my freshly brewed coffee. I went to the supermarket to buy fresh coffee beans from Brazil, and I took the time to froth the milk. By the way, this Double creamer."

She pushed the coffee cup towards the inspector, smiling and waiting to be praised.

Lestrade nodded after hearing this, and responded: "Okay. Let's print out one more copy of the document you mentioned just now." He didn't hear what Katie said at all, and his attention was absorbed in the document in his hand.

Katie couldn't hold back her brows. She was a little unhappily silent for a second, then took away the coffee and said, "The documents you want will be delivered in five minutes."

Mr. Inspector was seeing the key point, but replied "Thanks" in a deep voice.

After about ten seconds, he stretched out his left hand without raising his head, and then——it was empty.

Lestrade, who flung himself into the air, raised his head in a daze, and after pondering inexplicably for a while, he snapped his fingers and turned his attention back to the documents he was looking at.

This is an A4 paper with a few lines of Greek words printed on it. He was woken up from his sleep by a phone call from Sherlock yesterday, asking him to copy the Greek words and then publish them in the newspaper under the name of Scotland Yard.

……

It was twelve o'clock last night.

The phone rings—

Sherlock's voice was flustered with surprise, and his tone was as usual: "I'm sorry to disturb your sleep time with Mycroft, but this matter is very important-listen, do what I say , criminals will take the bait."

"Why do you have to call me at this time?" Lestrade closed his eyes and frowned.

"Oh, my cell phone is about to run out of battery, hang up first—"

Then there was a beeping busy tone from the phone.

Lestrade heard Sherlock's fucking words in a daze, and was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone.

... Bad guys with good dreams in the middle of the night will go to hell, bastard!

Mycroft opened his eyes in his sleep, and he did not forget to mock his younger brother, "After so many years, he still hasn't improved at all."

He originally thought that with Sherlock's IQ, he would have discovered these key points earlier, so it seems that he should not be overestimated.

After hearing his words, Lestrade was silent for a moment, then quickly turned over and got off the bed, dragging away the entire quilt by the way.

"I'll sleep in another room, that's all."

Lying on the bed naked for a moment, Mycroft couldn't help but helplessly support his forehead——

Then he murmured, "Sherlock, bastard..."

……

The memory ends here.

Lestrade is now engrossed in staring at the piece of paper in his hand, insisting on finding even a single flaw in these few perfectly normal Greek letters.

Otherwise, I really can't get out the sullen breath in my heart.

Those pair of goddamn Sherlock Holmes brothers!Is it a pleasure to crush IQ, you bastards!

Obviously, he is the person in charge of the whole case, why now he has become dissociated from the whole incident, and can only do small chores...

Before meeting Sherlock, he was a well-known detective at Scotland Yard, and had been interviewed by several TV stations.

now...

I can only blame the escalation of the case.

Lestrade held up the white paper in frustration, and found that no matter how much he studied the Greek letters on it, he couldn't figure out why.Ordinary letters, arranged together, are just an ordinary sentence——

"Scotland Yard is in crisis, hope a savior emerges."

If this sentence is published in a newspaper, it will arouse disdain from the people of the whole country.It really hurts the face of the British Empire to represent the authority of the government and throw up their hands and admit defeat like this.It is estimated that the face-saving queen and her old man will almost die of anger——

He can't explain to Scotland Yard, let alone how he got the qualification to be published in the newspaper...

Lestrade let out a long sigh, then spread the white paper casually on the desk, buried his head in his arms, and felt extremely depressed.

The previous failure in tracking Fitch had hit him hard enough, even if he had written down the license plate number of his jeep that day, it would have no practical effect.

It can only be concluded that this car has a license plate in Birmingham, and somehow it went through several procedures before it was transferred to Fitch.

Of course, now that Fei Qi died, this car should be adopted by his relatives, but for some reason... it is still in his hands.

Mr. Inspector slowly raised his head, his mind froze for a moment, and then he suddenly realized something.

That's Fitch's never-seen relatives.

Maybe he should start investigating from this part...

"Donovan, where do Fitch's parents live?" he called into a corner of the office.

Donovan raised his head, then shook his head at the inspector, "His parents died long ago."

Lestrade patted his forehead in frustration, and then asked again: "Then does he have any other relatives alive?"

At this moment, Simon interjected, "I remember he said he had a cousin."

Lestrade's eyes lit up, and he looked at Harry aside, "Check his sister's information, I need to know her home address."

Harry pushed down his glasses and said to himself, "Okay, wrap it on me."