Mr. Inspector

Recently, London has become lively again.Probably because of the arrival of summer, the temperature has finally risen by several degrees, and people can finally wear short sleeves that they can't wear a few times in a year.

With the hot weather and the teenagers wandering the streets on vacation, Lestrade had the illusion that the roads were more congested.

But once summer comes, Scotland Yard will be very busy again.At this time of year, the number of drownings is soaring that they can't wait to paint the whole city of London with no swimming signs.

Only in this way can you save a day or two of worry and have free time to do what you like.

For example, talk about love.

Speaking of this, the young officers of Scotland Yard were very depressed.The police are busy on weekdays, and there is no chance for a date at all.The weather has rarely gotten better recently, and they still have to stay at their posts, watching eagerly young people of the same age posting various photos of their trips on their blogs.

"It's not fair..." Edman lay on his office chair and complained to the sky. There is no time, it is inhumane, inhumane."

Harry pushed down his glasses, looked down at the documents in his hand, and said in a low voice, "You don't have a girlfriend, so there's nothing to complain about."

"You bastard, what did you say—" Edman sat up straight from the chair, and then he thought of something, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously, "Don't you have it?"

Harry ignored him.

"Fuck." Edman was hit, and couldn't help swearing.Then he slumped on the office chair again, and sighed softly: "There's nothing wrong with being single...you think so, boss?"

Lestrade coughed and said, "I'm not single."

Edman snorted, "I actually forgot."

Harry interrupted suddenly at this time: "I have two tickets for the concert here. I was going to go to see it with my girlfriend, but she didn't have time to come to London, so I had to give up. Boss, do you want it?"

Lestrade froze for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "When?"

"Ariana Grande's concert at Twickenham Stadium next to the River Thames at seven o'clock this Sunday evening."

Katie came out of nowhere, beaming and said, "Oh, I like Ariana, even though she's an American woman."

"Then how about—"

Katie interrupted Mr. Inspector, "It's a pity I can't go, I have something to do on Sunday night."

Lestrade said, "Okay, I'll go and have a look then. Thank you for the tickets, Harry."

"You're welcome."

Edman rolled his eyes, "You all have something to do, I can only stay at home and watch a movie this Sunday night, and enter the old age ahead of schedule."

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Lestrade didn't know if Mycroft had such a leisurely attitude, but he still asked him tentatively.

To his surprise, Mycroft actually agreed, "Okay, when?"

Lestrade felt that this matter was a bit mysterious. He knew the singer Ariana Grande, and he had heard a few of her popular songs, but he didn't think McCoff would be interested in her... A boss of this level Going to a young people's concert is so weird no matter how you look at it.

But it was rare that McCoff was interested, so Mr. Inspector shrugged his shoulders and said, "This Sunday night at the Twickenham Stadium, the front row seats, if you are lucky, you may be invited to the stage."

"Oh?" Mycroft was sitting on the sofa and flipping through today's Times, asking, "Then do I have to prepare in advance?"

"Sure." Lestrade tried his best to hold back a smile, "After all, people all over the country can see you."

Hearing this, Mycroft raised his head and said, "Remember to take a picture of me."

"I will handle it."

……

When it was still very early at [-] o'clock in the evening, the gymnasium was surrounded by young men and women who came from all over the country. Everyone was talking and laughing with their friends, with excited smiles on their faces.

In contrast to this, the inspector had a slightly tired expression on his face.He yawned bored, feeling as if he had made a wrong decision.

Compared to messing about with young people here, it might as well go back and sleep.

Walking beside him was Mycroft, wearing a decent white shirt with his hands in his suit trouser pockets.He glanced around quickly and said, "I came here to watch a football game with you before."

The detective also looked at the stadium when he heard the words, "I have been here, but it was a long time ago. If you don't mention this, I..."

"Forgot?" Mycroft asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lestrade laughed, and murmured, "How could that be?"

While chatting, they found their place.Nice view and doesn't look crowded.

"I haven't been out with you for a long time, and I'm not used to it." Lestrade said with a smile, "I seem to have to thank ArianaGrande, she is really a remarkable woman."

For his joke, McCoff was noncommittal, just looked at him and said, "I really like coming out with you, really."

Lestrade looked a little embarrassed by him, and when he was about to change the subject, someone patted his shoulder from behind.

A woman's voice came, sweet and provocative, "Hey, I didn't expect you to come here, Mr. Police." The inspector hurriedly looked back and found Harley Quinn standing beside him, and teased: " I thought you only go to places like concert halls."

"To be honest, I often go to the Barbican Concert Hall..." Lestrade hesitated for a moment, but still told her the actual situation.

"There you are! (Sure enough)" Harley Quinn laughed after hearing this, exaggerated laughter, without any concealment.

Mr. Inspector looked at her smiling and walking away, and sat in the seat a little awkwardly, so she just came to say hello...

Mycroft watched this scene silently, raised his eyebrows, and there was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

I remember that Anthea mentioned this woman to himself, and he had also seen related photos—it was like a UFO that appeared out of nowhere, first the suspicious Katie, and then the Harley Quinn just now, why did Gray There are always these strange and unknown women haunting Ge...

He was immersed in his own world, and carefully pondered what went wrong.

——The above is the first time that Mycroft has fallen into a crisis in his own life.

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