Mr. Inspector

Inspector Lestrade had one of the scariest mornings ever recorded.Even though he had a bursting headache, he could tell at a glance that he was in his own apartment...but what was going on with this man standing by the bed!

"Damnit! You... why are you here..."

Mycroft was picking up his small black umbrella standing in the corner of the wall and was about to go out. After hearing the movement of the person behind him, he turned around leisurely. He looked calm and didn't intend to explain his behavior clearly. He spread his hands and said: "Oh , came last night."

"last night?!"

The detective looked at him in surprise, his mind blank.

"Didn't you call me to come here?" Mycroft asked calmly. He reached out and adjusted the red tie around his neck. "Help me see if the tie is crooked?"

Hearing this, the inspector sat up abruptly from the bed, and accidentally dodged to his waist——Fuck!He hurriedly turned over and got out of bed, and found the mobile phone thrown in the trench coat on the sofa.Open it and check it, and sure enough, I saw a communication record and a text message, and the time display was around [-]:[-] last night.

"impossible……"

Lestrade opened his eyes and looked at the cell phone he was holding tightly. He clearly remembered himself——he looked up at Mycroft, tongue-tied, not knowing how to explain.

And our Mr. Mycroft shrugged innocently at him, completely ignorant.

"I don't have your phone number!" The inspector had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly thought of this key piece of information.

"Anthea gave it to you a long time ago." Mycroft said that he was prepared, and corrected him slowly, "Maybe you can find another pocket of the windbreaker, there is a black business card handed to you."

"But, but I didn't realize it was yours..."

"It's okay, it's good to know now."

The inspector felt that he had been drawn into it, but now he was suffering from a severe headache and couldn't figure out the logical relationship. He could only temporarily attribute the reason why McCoff appeared here to himself.

——Maybe it was really me who called him last night?The detective was a little confused.

"Then last night..."

He looked down at the equipment on his body - the only white pants, and the upper body that was still bare... He thought of something for a moment, and his heart sank violently.

At this moment, Mycroft raised his left hand and glanced at the time on his watch, "I woke up a bit late today, and I have to go to the office now. As you know, the general election for the House of Representatives in Japan is about to begin."

"..." This reason cannot be refuted.

Lestrade looked at Mycroft, who was dressed in a standard suit, and wanted to call him a gentle scum.But after thinking about it, he waved his hand helplessly—"I'm going to Scotland Yard too."

"A new case happened in London today." Mycroft suddenly changed the subject.

"What?" Lestrade frowned.

"Smuggled by sea." As Mycroft said, he reached out and handed over a close-fitting sweater that Mr. Detective had left beside the bed.

He took the sweater and put it on, Lestrade looked at him puzzled, "Why don't you rush back to the office now, isn't the Japanese House of Representatives going to have a general election?"

"No rush." ​​Mycroft smiled at him.

Mr. Inspector's hands slowed down, and he said hesitantly, "...then I'll go first."

"See you tonight."

"Okay..." The inspector who suddenly realized what he said stopped immediately, and he smashed the pillow close to him hard-"Get lost!"

At noon, the Scotland Yard Homicide Squad office.

"What? The maritime smuggling case is under our control?!"

"It looks like this at the moment." Edman replied helplessly.

Lestrade, who was late for a long time, sat on the office chair and rubbed his dizzy head, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on, please tell me clearly."

Edman handed over a stack of documents in his hand, "The smuggled diamonds are from South Africa. Now the goods have been suppressed, but the smugglers let them escape. The higher authorities asked us to track them down. It is said that there is still a batch of goods that have not been tracked down." arrive."

Lestrade took the document and read it carefully, gradually clarifying the context of the matter.

An international logistics company was in charge of delivering the goods. The goods were registered as cloth, but they carried a large number of diamonds.This batch of goods was checked out when it entered the customs, but it was found that the name of the registrant was forged.

After flipping through all the documents quickly, Lestrade frowned, threw all the documents in his hand on the desk, and said angrily, "Let us check if there is no useful information?!"

Edman also felt that this matter was unreasonable, "According to previous experience, it is difficult to find out anything in this kind of smuggling case, and the goods are usually auctioned off. Now let us start the investigation... To be honest , I don't quite understand what the higher-ups are thinking. And it's even more difficult when foreigners are involved... because it's not even clear whether they are still in London at the moment."

Lestrade thought after hearing his words, "If they still have a batch of diamonds in their hands, they will definitely not leave London now, and they should be in a hurry to sell them. Let our people keep a close eye on all trading platforms in London If you find any information, please notify me in time.”

Edman nodded and replied: "Yes, I know. By the way, boss, our team has transferred a new person today, who used to be from the district patrol department." He waved to a corner position, "Harry, come over!"

The young rookie, Harry Field, stood in front of Lestrade in an orderly manner.

Brother Edman put his arms around his shoulders and introduced to Mr. Inspector: "This kid has good computer skills and can detect a lot of useful things. It's really a waste of him to stay in a place like the patrol department before." talent."

——That kind of place is better than here... Harry said dissatisfied in his heart, and of course he smiled sincerely on the surface. He manually filtered out Edman's words, and introduced himself: "I am Harry Fei Elder."

Lestrade suddenly felt that the person in front of him looked familiar...

"Greg?" Harry recognized him and called tentatively.

"It's me." Mr. Inspector nodded, wanting to laugh.This world is so fucking small, he didn't expect that the person in front of him turned out to be a junior student he met when he was in the police academy...

"What are you yelling about?" Edman on the side was unhappy, he pushed Harry's shoulder, "Our detective's name is Lestrade."

"..." Lestrade rubbed his temples, he tried hard to restrain his urge to hit someone... Then he realized it was really not easy.

"By the way, Inspector, I want to tell you some bad news." Edman suddenly said seriously.

"what?"

"According to the latest directives, smoking may be banned in London on a large scale in the future."

"Ahh, Bollocks! Is it true?" Lestrade immediately sat up straight and asked.

"It should be true." Edman shrugged and said, he didn't care, but this would be a big blow to his own detective.

"How could this be..." Lestrade suddenly collapsed on the office chair.

——It was a terrible day, from the moment I woke up in bed and saw Mycroft, it seemed that today's bad luck was destined.

Coupled with the sudden news of the smoking ban...

He will definitely end up at work later on because of his nicotine-free life—or the stimulation of Mycroft.

Lestrade closed his eyes and thought tiredly.