Mr. Inspector

His Excellency Mykoff, the leader of the intelligence community, takes time to turn on the computer every afternoon, and sits on the sofa chair behind the desk to watch the local news.As an excellent MI6 official of the British government, he will also properly enjoy the rare leisure time while busy with work.

He watches the news to relax, at least for him when it comes on TV.Compared with the large amount of confidential information he comes into contact with every day, the various cases that happened in London can only be described as trivial.

Mycroft was sitting gracefully on the sofa with his legs crossed. He has always been like this, maintaining a good and superior upbringing, which is very appropriate to his status as a senior official of the British government.

Of course, if one day he unfortunately lives on the street, he will probably still behave in this unpleasant way.

He has always enjoyed the anguish on the faces of ordinary people when they are tortured by the most boring things. Unlike his straightforward brother, he is good at observing the lives of ordinary people and dealing with them.Not only is it a job requirement, but it can also be regarded as a special hobby of a genius.

In other words, his sense of superiority in IQ made him more willing to appreciate the mortal life with charity and compassion.

What was being shown on the news was a scene of a press conference in which the speaker was the new Inspector General of Scotland Yard, reporting on the progress of a current smuggling case.Pressed by the media from all directions, our inspector fidgeted and looked embarrassed.And the policewoman Zuosari Donovan, who was sitting next to him, just encouraged him with her self-seeking eyes. She didn't seem to be under much pressure, but she seemed quite at ease.

"Oh, if this kind of employee is under my management, I will definitely fire her."

Mycroft sighed, and looked at Lestrade sympathetically.

At this moment, a female reporter with two braids in the press corps raised her hand when she saw the right time and asked, "Inspector Lestrade, if you don't catch the fugitive smuggler this time, will you?" How about taking the blame and resigning?"

As soon as this sharp question came out, everyone was shocked.

"Resign, resign? Uh..."

Our Mr. Inspector was even more taken aback. He brewed his emotions and found that he still couldn't answer this question.Although those fugitives were not caught, the matter is actually not that serious, right?

All the flashlights in the venue were turned on, and several photos of Mr. Inspector's distressed expression were captured.These journalists who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic have even thought about the headline of tomorrow's headlines——

#抓都此战不想，The new inspector prepares to resign and apologize#

#小记者的大想法，决定内容那些高考艺术Detective Inspector reveals the emotional injury behind it for you# (cross out this one)

#The job security regulations of the British Empire have become empty talk, and the future of serving police officers is worrying#

#Did you resign today#

"Oh—"

Mycroft in front of the computer couldn't stand it any longer, he waved his hand and called his secretary Anthea.

"Hello, sir?" Miss Blackberry showed a standard smile.

He pondered for a while, then pointed to the female reporter in the news who caused a commotion by asking questions, "Check out this person's information."

"Okay, sir."

While giving the order, Mycroft habitually reached for his little black umbrella, and only remembered to lend it to Lestrade after failing.

His hands clenched tightly.

After finishing the press conference with great difficulty, Lestrade was almost exhausted. He didn't expect that this smuggling case alone was so much more complicated than the previous bombing case. The unexpected pressure of public opinion almost made him breathless.

Donovan beside him patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "Are you okay?"

Lestrade couldn't hide his weary shake of his head.

Donovan slowed down his tone, "It's okay, just remember that this damn case has nothing to do with us at all, so don't stress too much."

"I know all of this, but..." Lestrade swallowed the words in his mouth, then turned his head to look at her and said, "Forget it, you go back first."

Glancing at Lestrade worriedly, Donovan gritted his teeth and got up to leave the scene.At this time, there are only a few photographers who are still organizing their equipment, and the rest of them have almost dispersed.

Not long after Donovan left, Lestrade slammed his fist down on the table in front of him, and then he knocked away the chair behind him in a fit of righteous indignation, got up and prepared to go back to Scotland Yard.

And just as he was about to leave, he suddenly found that the female reporter who asked the question was still there, staring at him intriguingly.

Mr. Inspector stopped in his tracks, frowning and thinking about the purpose of her stay now.

"My name is Katie Raleigh."

The female reporter approached him with a smile, and didn't stop until they were close to each other. She stuffed a postcard in her hand into the pocket of Mr. Inspector's jacket.

"Remember to contact me, Greg." Her voice was breathless.

Lestrade took two steps back, he was not used to being so close to people.

"What do you want to do?"

"It's just a chat... First of all, I need to get your attention before I can find a time to ask you out."

Mr. Inspector looked at the woman in front of him who exuded an inexplicable aura, and didn't know what to say. Is this the latest popular way to strike up a conversation?

Just then, Katie's cell phone rang——

"Hello. Who is this?"

Lestrade had to stand still and listen to her call.

Katie turned around directly, "Listen Moss, I'm working... No, not a new interview, no interview! ... Roy is missing? Where can he go, either to repair the computer on the fifth floor or to automatically Next to the vending machine..."

While speaking, she made a gesture to the inspector to call back and chat, and then walked outside slowly.

"Have you called Roy... Oh yes, remember to remind him that if he is stealing the company's monitor, he must not hide it in his clothes. Rui Nong can actually see it..."

Katie's figure faded out of the Inspector's field of vision, and she giggled at the end of her sentence.

Lestrade felt that he could not analyze the inconsistency of this man's words and deeds, so he could only put the matter aside. As for the postcard in his pocket——

He took it out curiously and looked at it, only to find another strange name written on it.

"Jen, head of IT at Renon Corporation."

——So, that woman took her postcard by mistake just now?

Mr. Inspector's cell phone vibrated, interrupting his thoughts.He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and there was an unread message on it...it was from Mycroft.

The words "visit at night" are simply written on it.

—Visiting at night?

So our Mr. Detective has another piece of news that he needs to ponder over carefully... So far, he has successfully forgotten about the press conference just now.