Mr. Inspector

Sometimes I have to admit that the entire Scotland Yard is like a giant machine, with various functional departments precisely distributed in it, running non-stop every day to maintain law and order in London.The police officers in professional attire were rushing upstairs and downstairs, the young police officers were full of enthusiasm for their dreams, and the older ones were busy with their daily livelihood... Another fulfilling day.

As for the cases that need to be solved, ranging from terrorist attacks to murder and traffic jams, to quarrels between husband and wife or the sudden loss of the cat at home-these are all under their control.

Don't be too surprised, you must know that Scotland Yard once sent five elite police officers to find the cat for three days... What's interesting is that this incident was even published in the Times of the day, with a picture of a group of lost cats. Photos lined up neatly.

——Deep merit and fame.

Then the next day Scotland Yard received no less than ten calls to call the police about the loss of the family dog...

Of course, for people in other countries in the world, the police in London are still too busy.Even mentioning them, the first thing people think of is not the embodiment of justice, but a meme about the famous donut——

A hangover inspector sneezed in his dream, then turned over and continued to sleep...

In any case, the whole city of London was handed over to this group of people.

Well, good luck to our Londoners!

The rainy days that lasted for several days finally passed under the eager curses of Londoners, and the good weather began to favor the city.Lestrade was in a good mood, he could finally put away his hapless umbrella that he wanted to throw away.The police officers of Scotland Yard are no longer crying, but showing long-lost smiles, joking with each other, or asking with great interest whether they can be promoted before the end of the year.

Speaking of promotion, I have to mention that the current Secretary of the Interior, Mr. Nick, is currently on vacation in Hawaii.It was originally heard that he planned to run for the post of the next prime minister, but now it is estimated that it is just a rumor.But in any case, in his absence, the whole of Scotland Yard felt a lot lighter as if a heavy load had been lifted.

Lestrade is the typical "much more relaxed" existence - he is sitting in his office chair eating a bag of donuts just bought by his assistant Allie, and spinning a newly bought pen in his right hand quite leisurely.

After drawing a few beautiful arcs, the pen was successfully released, and flew straight to the desk next door.

——"Ohdamnit! Who sneaked up on me with a pen?"

Edman rubbed his painful little face, then quickly picked up the pen that made a mistake from the ground, and scanned the surrounding viciously.

The inspector took a bite of the donut in his hand, raised his head to look at him innocently after hearing the words, carefully identified a red mark on his face, took another bite of the donut, and then spoke for him inarticulately. Fighting against injustice: "Oh my God, who did this?"

Donovan, who was not far away, coughed lightly, with a look of perceptive eyes.

Simon sat on his seat and laughed loudly, "Come on, Edman, you can't even bear this pain, can you? I advise you to go home and find your mother early! Gofish!" His thick black eyebrows were exaggerated Rising upwards, making no secret of his contempt.

Edman was so angry at his words that he threw the pen at him vigorously, and immediately jumped up from the chair, "You have the guts! Did you throw it!"

Slapping the poor pen away, Simon also smashed the table and stood up, and overturned several documents of the case, "So what if I threw it away from your father? Weak chicken!" He let go He took off his tie and stared at Anderson covetously.

"The old rules of Scotland Yard, wrestling on the training ground, whoever loses is the son."

"no problem."

Sparks burst out when the two people's eyes collided. Edman took a sip of water to suppress his shock. He was ready to be thrown into a dead dog, but there was no way, this kind of contest between men was considered tight The waistband of the trousers should also be tightened.

The rest of the office was used to the weekly confrontation between the two of them, and everyone was focused on their work... or other interesting things.

...Looking at the scene that became uncontrollable in an instant, the inspector quickly finished the remaining donuts and left the office.

With the help of Sherlock, the subway bombing is coming to an end. The real culprit has been arrested and detained, waiting to be prosecuted. Barnett, the scapegoat who has been threatened by the murderer, has also regained his freedom.

In the past few days, he was completely overwhelmed by Sherlock's IQ. The case that originally took one to two months for them to solve, now ushered in just a few days. dawn.

— time and the criminals of London will prove that you need me.

Those words from the beginning were recalled in Lestrade's ears again, and he couldn't help laughing and shaking his head... In the future, maybe it's really uncertain.I don't want to think about the dignity and face of the police. If the case can be solved as soon as possible, it is better to solve it as soon as possible. Even if you lose face, you have to ask the consulting detective for help.

He later called up the video of Barnett's interrogation and watched it upside down for a long time, but he still didn't find any useful information, so he had to give up.

Sherlock's explanation was that the real culprit was their colleagues from the same company. On the day of the incident, they got on the train at a platform before them, placed the explosives, and then got off the subway to buy something on the pretext of having something to do. Locke's speech is too fast, and the three hundred words of the crime process will be omitted below.

In any case, the case was finally solved, and Barnett, who was about to collapse under the threat of his family's life, also recovered within a few days. He went to Scotland Yard's office and brought a basket of muffins to express his gratitude.

The muffins were snatched away by the group of bastards who didn't do anything. Lestrade kindly told him that the person who really rescued him was the Sherlock he had seen before, but he didn't expect to be vetoed by him.

He can still clearly remember the expression on Barnett's face at that time, the unhappiness of being irritated and the paranoia that he did not want to believe, "Oh, that man...he..."

Then the whole thing was over, and of course Sherlock didn't have time to deal with it. For him, the process of solving the case was the best gift.

……

After a busy day, Lestrade walked out of Scotland Yard, and suddenly the figure of his assistant Ellie appeared in front of him, walking from the periphery of Scotland Yard with a smile, accompanied by an elegant woman in black.

"This is our Inspector Lestrade." Ellie introduced to her with a smile.

Anthea handed him her business card with a sweet smile, "Hi, my name is Anthea. Nice to meet you, sir."

Lestrade reached out to take the business card, but found that it was different from what he expected. There were only two letters of MH and a line of phone numbers printed on the small black card. He raised his head in confusion and asked, "Excuse me?" Who are you?"

Anthea turned her head to the side, and a small black car just happened to be coming from a distance, she walked over and opened the rear door, "Sir, an old friend of yours invites you to catch up on the old days."

Lestrade glanced at the license plate number representing the privilege, but his heart was still at a loss. He didn't think he would know any senior officials of the British government, and if he was an old friend—it looked like a conspiracy no matter what.

"Looking for me?" He asked again aloud.

"Yes." Anthea nodded her head gracefully and gracefully. The small bowler hat perfectly matched her hairstyle today.

Lestrade had no choice but to bury his head in the car.

He guessed that the minister at the top might be looking for him secretly, planning to assign him some special tasks... Thinking of this, his back straightened a little, and a determined expression appeared on his face.

On the back seat of the little black car, Anthea finally took out her blackberry when she saw that the task was completed.

……

10 minutes later.

The inspector moved his body a little uneasy, to make himself more comfortable.

Miss Blackberry was playing with her mobile phone and ignored him.

Two 10 minutes later.

The inspector who looked out the window and saw the scenery along the way finally couldn't help but asked, "How long is it?"

"Soon." Anthea concentrated on playing with her mobile phone, seeing how she smiled—it should be texting with her boyfriend.

"Could you ask who I want to see later?" The detective's fingers resting on his knees started rhythmically.

"You'll know when it arrives."

"I really know?"

"Absolutely... at least that's what the gentleman told me."