Mr. Inspector

At the most critical moment of the case, all the clues became confusing and everything seemed to be plunged into darkness.

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At 315A Woodford Avenue, police cars roared, and the eye-catching yellow cordon formed a square circle, dividing the passing crowd.Police officers from Scotland Yard shuttled through this newly created crime scene, performing their duties with serious expressions.

Lestrade stood facing the wind by a stretched cordon, holding a freshly delivered autopsy report in his hand.

He didn't like the terrible feeling of being led by the nose by criminals, and he was so upset that he couldn't add it.

The autopsy report stated that the victim died at [-]:[-] in the morning, not long after the group returned to Scotland Yard.

Donovan stood beside Lestrade with her hands in her trouser pockets, her long curly hair fluttering in the wind, watching the police officers busy protecting the scene at the door of the apartment, and sighed slowly .

Fitch was shot at the door, holding a bag of blueberry cheese for his cousin.The bullet hole was in the back of his head, and it could be seen that he was fatally shot.

Sherlock was making a statement on the sidelines, because he was the first to arrive at the scene.At this time, his hands were in the pockets on both sides of the windbreaker, his face was sullen, and he dealt with these procedures that wasted his precious time expressionlessly.

—and just 10 minutes ago, when he jumped out of the back seat of the taxi, he witnessed the tragedy.

At the moment when the gunshot rang out, even though Sherlock screamed, Fitch still couldn't escape the scythe of death.The murderer fled quickly after seeing his hand, and was submerged in the passing crowd in less than a while.

Because of the gunshots, the scene was chaotic at that time. The running crowd and scattered screams kept distracting Sherlock's attention, so he could only watch the murderer slip away in front of him in annoyance.

"Do you remember the murderer's back?" A young police officer who was taking notes asked him.

Sherlock was subconsciously silent for a moment, he was not used to this feeling of role reversal, but since he was eager to get out, he still had to reply, "Tall, wearing a sweater and a peaked cap, leaning forward slightly when walking, The reaction is very sensitive, and it should have gone through a period of special training."

"...Okay, okay." The police officer was stunned for a moment and said hastily, obviously he didn't expect that he could get so much information from a random question.

"There are two cameras at the front and back of this section of the road. He happened to be stuck in a dead corner that the cameras couldn't see. He was obviously familiar with the road conditions. The escape route was in the direction of St. Paul's Road. If I remember correctly, at least install He has installed hundreds of cameras, so he will definitely change his clothes before he escapes—and because he came in a hurry, he only brought a gun with him, so he will change his sweater at a passing clothing store -"

His chattering reasoning was interrupted.

"Sherlock—" Lestrade called his name not far away.

Mr. Inspector took a few steps in his direction, and Donovan followed closely behind him.

Sherlock turned sideways slightly, and quickly added to the police officer who recorded his statement, "It is recommended to investigate the men's clothing stores closest to here."

After he finished speaking, he faced Lestrade and adjusted the direction of his stance.

The little police officer who was in charge of recording his statement hurriedly went to his boss with the information he had obtained.

Lestrade walked up to Sherlock, pondered for a while and asked, "What are you going to do next, do you need Scotland Yard's assistance?"

"Oh, I will call when I need your help." A smile appeared on Sherlock's face, "...maybe in the middle of the night."

In fact, this point does not need to be reminded by anyone, he knows how to make reasonable use of existing resources.

Lestrade nodded, and said: "This incident has already caused so many lives, which we never expected at the beginning. The murderer may not stop for a while, you should pay attention to safety."

"I know...you seem to have something else to ask me?"

"—how did you find out?" Lestrade struggled for a while, but still asked out the doubts in his heart.

After waiting less than 10 minutes after Sherlock rushed out of Scotland Yard, he received a call from him, informing him of Fitch's death.Of course, he also briefly explained the identities of Fitch and Brian on the phone, which one was the one who was killed first...

Sherlock looked at the Inspector and explained: "It's very simple. When you bring the previous woman into Scotland Yard for interrogation, Fitch's whereabouts will definitely be exposed, and someone will inevitably be in danger because of his exposure... So, The best way to keep yourself safe is to remove all uncertainty."

Lestrade looked at him after thinking for a while, and asked in a deep voice, "You mean—" He swallowed the rest of the words in his throat, and didn't ask.

It took less than 10 minutes to return from Scotland Yard this morning - being able to detect all this in such a short period of time and take corresponding actions shows that the murderer is by his side.

Sherlock nodded, affirming his guess, and at the same time gave him a caring and sympathetic look.

Lestrade's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.He had an intuition that this time Scotland Yard would shed a lot of blood because of this incident.

After Donovan listened to the entire conversation, she frowned, and glanced around distractedly, trying to find a look in the dark.

Anyone who is peeped from the shadows will feel extremely uncomfortable.

And most importantly, maybe at some point this man in the dark will open his fangs and give them a fatal bite.

<<

Because of the recent murders of police officers, Scotland Yard has been immersed in a low-pressure atmosphere these days.The police officers were busy with their own affairs with sullen faces, feeling depressed.

Lestrade strode out from the office of the Patrol Department, holding the surveillance tapes of several streets near Woodford in his arms, biting the donuts he got from other police officers, while Thinking about finding a few familiar detectives to watch these surveillance videos.

Because there are many road sections, the video is also divided into dozens of parts. If you watch them all... you may have to stay up late tonight.

Lestrade thought wearily.

Edman happened to meet him head-on, and when he saw Lestrade, he hurried forward, pointed to the flaxen file bag and asked, "Boss, are they all in there?"

Throwing the file bag in his arms towards Edman, Lestrade nodded his head and said, "Well, they are all there. Find a few trusted people to read together, and remember to call me in time if you find suspicious people .”

"Understood." Edman nodded.

After briefly giving instructions for this mission, Lestrade wrapped up the remaining donuts in one gulp, then took out a few video tapes from his file bag, and raised his arms in the air—signifying that these are his Responsible.

Holding the file bag whose weight has not changed in the slightest, Edman has a complicated expression.He swallowed all his complaints... After all, who made the person in front of him the boss...

Patting him on the shoulder, Lestrade then yawned, "Come on, I'll go back first."

"I……"

Edman wanted to say something more.

"Remember to call me if you find anything suspicious." Lestrade explained again worriedly, and then gave him a handsome back without looking back.

Edman had no choice but to carry the stack of video tapes back to the office of the crime team with heavy steps.

He couldn't help but muttered silently in his heart...

——Brothers, get ready, I'm coming to harm you!

……

The inspector who walked out of Scotland Yard unconsciously yawned again. He looked up at the sky, and then walked towards a convenience store by the road.

Although there are not many videotapes in charge of him, it still takes a certain amount of effort to watch them all.

He skillfully walked to the shelf in the corner and picked up a can of coffee beans that he often bought.Speaking of which, the coffee beans in McCoff's apartment are almost used up, and it's time to add food reserves.

Originally in his line of work, staying up late was a routine.Although it has almost become a habit, it still needs some external stimulation to maintain the continuous excitement of the spirit.

Lestrade was used to smoking, but after McCoff took the cigarettes out of his mouth several times, he had to start thinking about quitting this bad habit.

Although coffee does not have a good practical effect on him, it can also provide a little spiritual comfort.

After weighing the jar in his hand, Lestrade was going to go to the cash register to settle the bill.At this moment, someone patted his shoulder from behind.

Turning around, I realized that it was Daniel, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

Lestrade greeted him with a smile, "Are you here to buy things too?"

Daniel casually supported the shelf with his left hand, and chatted with him: "I am a regular customer here, the prices of things here are cheap, and the location is close to Scotland Yard."

"That's... I seem to have met an acquaintance last time." Lestrade recalled.

"Hey Greg, it's nothing unusual for police officers to come here to buy things. You must know that the owner here is a retired old police officer from Scotland Yard." Daniel introduced to him, "But he doesn't come here usually, it's his nephew who comes here. Look after the store."

"Oh?" Lestrade was surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah, I was surprised when I heard the news."

Daniel nodded and smiled, showing two rows of white teeth.He is a good-looking handsome Irish guy with a sunny smile.

Then he looked at Lestrade and asked, "Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Hmm—" Lestrade hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should tell the task directly.

Daniel said: "Tonight is the monthly dinner party of our operations department. Do you want to bring some people with you?"

His tone of sincere anticipation made it hard to refuse.