Mr. Inspector

Beside the shelves of a convenience store less than [-] square meters, Lestrade, holding a video tape in his hand, frowned and thought for a while. Just as he was about to politely refuse, the phone in his coat pocket vibrated.

"Excuse me, I'll take a personal call first—"

He gestured to Daniel, then walked quickly to the shelf on the other side, and directly pressed the call button.

Sherlock's voice came from the phone, succinctly: "Promise him."

"...What?" Lestrade asked in a low voice, tilting his head, but he didn't understand the meaning of Sherlock's words.

"Promise to the person in front of you."

Lestrade finally understood what he meant, and he tightened his knuckle fingers on the phone while trying to control himself from looking out.

……

——At this time, on the opposite side of the street, Sherlock was standing there wearing his windbreaker that had never changed for thousands of years, with a pair of binoculars in his hand.

He muttered to himself, "The fish is finally going to be hooked."

Beside him, Watson paced up, holding in his arms the bread with jam he had just bought from a bakery.Seeing Sherlock holding the telescope, he stood on tiptoe and tried to look towards the opposite side——

"What flavor?" Sherlock asked while keeping the gesture of holding the telescope unchanged.

"Huh?" Watson reacted for a while, then picked up the bread bag and looked carefully in front of his eyes, and said, "Yellow peach."

"If you don't like it, try another one."

——“Fuck.”

……

Beside the shelf in the convenience store, Lestrade was silent for a while after receiving Sherlock's instructions, and then whispered into the phone, gritting his teeth: "You boy...give me a reason."

Sherlock knew that the famous detective of Scotland Yard had already understood what he meant. After all, he had clearly reminded people around him before, and now that he was very suggestive, it was impossible for him not to realize it.

Therefore, Sherlock's tone was not in a hurry at the moment, he just confessed: "I will rush over, but it will take a little time, please remember to cover up and be careful."

"Hello—" Lestrade wanted to say something, but the other party had already hung up the phone.

A beeping busy tone came from the phone, announcing the end of the conversation.

... This kid's habit of hanging up on people's phone calls is still so obvious.

Slowly breathing a sigh of relief, Mr. Inspector put the phone back into his jacket pocket with complicated emotions.

Sherlock almost understood the reason why he agreed to Daniel. Now that the target has been locked, there is no need to continue to check the few video tapes in his hand.

The detective's heart fluctuated... Until now, he had never doubted Daniel's identity.

This young Irish guy has always been a strict and responsible police officer. I had a pleasant time working with him, and I have always had a good impression of him—unexpectedly, the man lurking in Scotland Yard actually yes……

Then what is the purpose of inviting him now... Do you want to wipe out the Operations Department and the Crime Squad?But he has a deep hatred with Scotland Yard...

Lestrade frowned laboriously, puzzled.

At this moment, Daniel's voice came from the other side, with the usual gentle tone, "Is there any urgent task for Scotland Yard?"

He stood by the shelf with his belt in his pants, and asked in a casual tone.

Lestrade breathed out lightly without any trace, and instantly cleaned up his extremely chaotic emotions.He shrugged his shoulders and walked towards Daniel, and smiled helplessly, "No, it's just that the kid I know is having a temper tantrum with me, so he insisted that I buy him Transformers..."

Unknowingly, there was a tone of doting on children in his words.

Daniel also smiled after hearing this, "Children are always more annoying."

Lestrade nodded empathetically, then reacted, and asked inadvertently, "Where did we talk just now?"

"Tonight's party, do you want to come together?" Daniel asked again.

"Oh yes—" Pretending to think for a while, Lestrade said hesitantly: "I'll ask the opinions of those under my command first, they have been exhausted these days, and they really need to relax..."

Daniel nodded when he heard the words, "Then I'll make arrangements first, and then contact me when there is news from you."

"Okay." The inspector readily gestured with an OK gesture.

……

In Scotland Yard, in the smoky Homicide Squad office, Edman hangs up the phone with a confused look on his face, and raises his head.

"Strange thing..." He murmured and sighed.

Why did my detective suddenly find out with conscience?

But it shouldn't be chosen at this special moment... a dinner after the tragic death of a colleague-this is, what is the stimulus?

No matter how he felt in his heart, he honestly told the detectives in the same office the latest order from the inspector.

Everyone's expressions were different, but most of them still became relaxed.

Donovan's expression was exactly the same as Edman's, and she also keenly noticed that something was wrong.

Of course, what's more important is that she just received a text message from the inspector on her mobile phone, with only a few words on it——

"Tell a few trusted people to bring a gun."