Mr. Inspector

The sky in London was getting dark quickly, and the clock had just struck six o'clock, and the night had already enveloped it unknowingly.

On the south bank of the River Thames in Victoria, the office of the British Foreign Office was lit up.

In an office that no one else dare to disturb.

The bright and non-glare light on the ceiling is refracted by the glass windows, illuminating the dark carpet.

The distance between several sofa chairs is strict, the decorations are shining with metallic luster, and the bookshelves on the bookshelves close to the wall are arranged in an orderly manner.

This is an office whose furnishings fit the owner's personality very well.

……

At this time, the only sound in the quiet air was the sound of flipping papers.

Mycroft is sitting in his office chair, dealing with a series of important documents as usual.A giant portrait of Queen Victoria hangs on the wall behind him.

He lowered his head, holding a pen in his hand, and scratched various simple symbols in a document, his hand speed was sharp and fast.

The bell rang softly, and Anthea pushed open the door and walked in with high heels.She checked a message she had just received on her BlackBerry, then looked at her officer.

"Sir, the plan has started."

Mycroft responded in a low voice, then raised his head unhurriedly, and said in a soft tone: "You know what to do."

His voice is gentle, but at the same time has a clear irresistible meaning.

"Do you want to start A-level monitoring?" Anthea asked.

Mycroft groaned, tapped his fingers twice on the desk, and then gave the order——

"Start immediately."

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At the same time, a group of people walked out of the gate of Scotland Yard in Westminster side by side in twos and threes.They changed their police officers' uniforms they wore during the day and put on their usual civilian clothes.

Lestrade walked among the crowd, his face was not pretty, especially when there was a gun pinned to his back.

Donovan hurriedly walked beside him with a look of anger on his face.

The eyes of this serious female police officer have become extremely cold at this time, anyone who takes a look at it will immediately turn into a lifelike ice sculpture on the spot.

"Be happy, we're going to a party," whispered the tall Simon on her left.

"He's right." Edman, who was following behind, had a smile uglier than crying, and his voice squeezed out from between his grinning teeth, "Donovan, remember to keep smiling."

Donovan frowned when she heard this, she could not deny the correctness of what the two of them said before.But with anger in my heart, I really can't be in a happy mood, let alone——

She turned her head and glanced at Edman, "Take your disgusting smile and stay away from me."

This sentence was said mercilessly, successfully hitting our Agent Edman for three seconds.Then he rolled his eyes angrily, and walked towards the inspector's right hand in three steps at a time.

——Self-respect and self-love, start by staying away from Donovan.

Lestrade didn't have time to reprimand them any more, he just picked up his phone to check the time, and then subconsciously sped up his pace.

Daniel just told him to meet in a bar next to the Old City Hall in London at 06:30 from a text message. He mentioned his close relationship with the bar owner in the text message, so the bar can provide them with a preferential bag shop service tonight. .

The formation is quite large...

Once he confirmed Daniel's identity in his heart, Lestrade felt more and more suspicious of him. He also met him at Ellie's funeral last time—but as far as he knew, Daniel and Ellie were at the operation, and the other In the crime unit... two people should not be familiar with each other, at least on the surface.

What's more, Fitch showed up at that funeral, and it seemed that there was nothing more important than revealing his dead identity.

Both of the above cannot be a coincidence.

In addition, Lestrade finally remembered the words Ellie once commented on Daniel to him. At that time, she seemed to say it in the tone of a casual, lively and cheerful little girl——

"I think Daniel is more complicated than it seems."

Lestrade, who was present at the time, just laughed off this sentence, and didn't seriously try to figure out what Ellie was thinking.But now he thought about it carefully again, and realized that no matter what, Ai Li had no reason to say this sentence for no reason...

If you put this comment on Daniel at this critical juncture, it will become much more subtle.

……

When the clock struck 06:30, the group led by Lestrade arrived at the bar next to the Old Town Hall.

Daniel was standing at the door of the bar with a cigarette in his mouth.Seeing their group, they hurried forward to meet them.

Lestrade gestured for his cigarette with his eyes, "Isn't it banned?"

"Haha, it's still a little tricky." Daniel smiled, and then looked at the people behind him, "Is everyone here?"

"Here we are." Lestrade said, and turned his head to identify the faces that followed him. "They are all old acquaintances, so I won't introduce them one by one."

Edman followed behind him and gave Daniel a friendly smile as a simple greeting.

Daniel couldn't bear to look at his horrible smile, and quickly turned his head to change the subject, "Now that we're all here, come in."

As soon as the words fell, Donovan, who had stood for a long time, took the lead and walked in impatiently——

For her, it was embarrassing to stand in the dark with a group of old men drinking the northwest wind.

Simon followed, worried that his extramarital lover would suddenly choose to explode in public.

……

The bar was quite spacious, with colorful lights shining on people's faces, the originally stiff atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and then became agitated.

Lestrade sat in his corner seat, watching the situation.

To be honest, he didn't like the layout of this bar very much, and it didn't conform to his inner aesthetic concept at all.He prefers warm lighting and soothing music.

The heavy metal music playing now caused waves of discomfort in his heart, but he still tried his best to maintain a cautious look on his face.

At this time, the group of people he brought had dispersed, and their positions had been discussed in advance - if a battle broke out, it would be more suitable for each of them to break out.

Just as he began to observe the more subtle arrangements, a figure blocked his sight.

Daniel sat down in front of him and threw Lestrade a bottle of whiskey.He said, "I recollect that you like whiskey, especially Scotch."

As he spoke, he raised his head and took a sip of the brandy he was holding in his hand.

Glancing at him in surprise, Lestrade took the whiskey handed to him and found that the bottle cap had been opened.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to raise his head and take a sip, his stomach quickly warmed up.He then put down the bottle.

"What, are you in a bad mood?" Daniel looked at him.

Lestrade touched his wine-stained lips, looked at him embarrassedly and said, "I'm quitting drinking recently, drink a little. Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow to handle the case."

"It's been a bit hard recently." Daniel said: "I have no clue about those difficult cases, but seeing that the brothers are working too hard, I will ask them to come out and relax all night."

Lestrade nodded and echoed in a low voice: "Yes, work and rest."

Apart from this sentence, he really couldn't think of any other topics.Since the person in front of him revealed his latent identity in front of him, his voice has become a little stiff unconsciously, not to mention his ability to find topics.

Daniel didn't seem to notice the inspector's change, and drank the brandy in his hand quite naturally, and a few ice cubes could be vaguely seen at the bottom of the bottle.

Shaking the bottle, he sighed, "It's been a long time since I drank like this, and I'm not used to it for a while."

Lestrade heard the words and saw that this drinking method was not uncommon, but he had never tried it.

"Do you want to try it?"

Daniel suddenly raised his wine bottle in front of him, raised his hand, and the sound of ice cubes hitting the glass bottle was clear and loud.

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, quickly shook his head and refused, "I still—"

Daniel insisted on holding his wine bottle.

Taking a deep breath, he knew that he couldn't refuse... Lestrade had no choice but to take the brandy in his hand, gritted his teeth, and took a mouthful.

Instantly, the cold wine flooded his throat, it was so hot that he lost his sense of taste in almost a second.

He rubbed his eyebrows and temples, trying to relax for a while.

……

In another corner of the bar, Donovan holds a glass of cocktail.She looked in the direction of the inspector and took a sip of the wine in her hand.

Simon stood beside her, also looking in that direction, his tone was a bit strange, "...this kid, he's actually drinking the boss."

Donovan's lipsticked lips moved, and his tone was a little puzzled——

"What is he trying to do..."

……

At this time, Lestrade, whose stomach was twitched by the pungent taste of brandy, couldn't help it. He hadn't had a drink for a while. After all, his family education was strict...

It is conceivable that drinking alcohol of this degree suddenly stimulated the stomach, and he became uncomfortable all over.

"Are you okay?" It seemed that Daniel didn't expect the power of this sip of wine to be so powerful, so he stood up and walked to his side.

Although he was out of shape at this time, Lestrade's vigilance remained undiminished.Seeing Daniel approaching, he stepped aside, then smiled unnaturally, "Just relax."

Daniel's leaning forward body froze, then shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and returned to his seat.

Their seats were in corners, dimly lit.

Lestrade couldn't quite see the expression on the face of the man opposite him, he could only hear a low chuckle.

"There's something wrong with you tonight."

Hearing this, Lestrade immediately sat up straight, and a look of vigilance appeared in his eyes.

Daniel continued to whisper: "Starting to doubt me?"

As he spoke, he took a big gulp of the wine indifferently, then stuck out his tongue and licked the mouth of the wine bottle in an extremely erotic way.

Lestrade frowned. He had never seen the person in front of him like this, but this did not prevent him from touching the gun on his back waist.

As if seeing Mr. Inspector's motive, Daniel shook his finger at him, "No~" he then chuckled, "Don't forget, you have no evidence."

Lestrade's fingers gripping the handle of the gun were so tight that his knuckles turned white.

—He really has no reason to shoot now.

"What did you call me over tonight?"

"Oh, there is a question that I have never understood." Daniel said, looking into his eyes.

Lestrade looked at him silently.

"How on earth do you know about that sentence you put in the paper - 'Scotland Yard is in crisis, hope a savior'?"

After reacting for about three seconds, Lestrade finally understood...

The specific meaning of "criminals take the bait" that Sherlock said.

——Sure enough, I couldn't help but come to the door.

However, it was really hard for him to answer this question.

"Won't you tell me?"

Lestrade remained silent.

Daniel looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly smiled lightly and said, "To be honest, I quite like you, and going to bed is very suitable for me."

The sarcasm in his tone made no attempt to hide it.

"...Fuck." The inspector couldn't help cursing in a low voice, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and his hands were shaking with anger.

The anger in his stomach was rising, and he wished he could shoot the head of the person in front of him right now.

How did I get along with him before...

Daniel stood up and stretched his waist, "But there is no way, who let you find out my secret, I have no choice but to—"

Lestrade stared closely at his movements, and stood up accordingly, making a gesture agreed upon before coming.

In less than a second, all the police officers he brought over were ready to move.

Edman even smashed the wine bottle in his hand.

……

Hearing the movement, Daniel glanced around, with a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't look anxious at all.

Then he opened his mouth slowly, "Have you found any problems yet?"

Lestrade frowned. He pointed his gun at the man in front of him. He stepped back a few steps without a trace on his feet. At the same time, he gestured to his subordinates to be careful.

"Oh, don't worry about them." Daniel looked at him and lowered his voice, with a gentle tone, "——it's the whiskey you drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lestrade suddenly lowered his head and looked at the wine bottle on the table, his face pale.

"Don't worry, the newly researched new drug reagent does not cause too much pain, and it has the same symptoms and reactions as ordinary alcohol poisoning death."

Daniel said these words a little cruelly, but he enjoyed it very much.

Lestrade's breathing became short of breath, and his fingers holding the trigger trembled uncontrollably.

"Don't be impulsive, if you start the robbery, your subordinates will definitely shoot after you impulsively... Oh, do they have evidence?"

At this moment, Lestrade's very familiar voice came at the same time——

"Oh - listen to him, don't be impulsive."

Sherlock had arrived beside them at some point, he was wearing a black tuxedo, and he was holding a tray in his right hand.

A standard bartender look.

... Lestrade just looked at him blankly, and then suddenly felt that his own child had finally grown up.