[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

If John hears what Sherlock said here, he will definitely continue to ask, and then Sherlock can show off his IQ in front of the doctor. If Lance is by his side, he will definitely agree, and then secretly praise his IQ .

However, Rhett was beside him now, and he had obviously noticed the clues, but he obviously wouldn't bother to praise others.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows vaguely, "We don't need to worry about John and Lance. Lance is very smart, and John is also very powerful. Oh, Lance, as you said, is also very skilled."

"Yes." Rhett nodded, "Can you lift the light up? There seems to be something on the ceiling above our heads."

Sherlock murmured softly when he heard the words but did not deny Rhett's suggestion, and raised the luminosity of the watch.

Just above their heads, a big eye was painted on a standard square red background. The eyes were only in black and white, and the red background really made people palpitate.

"One eye." Sherlock moved closer, and this angle also made his neck stretch a little bit, looking up at the top of his head was a bit funny, but he didn't seem to care.

"Although I can't see it very clearly, just judging from the degree of wear and tear of the paint, it should be a hundred years old." Reid also raised his head, "From the position of the portrait, it is watching us, and everything is in its sight Inside, it holds everything, but it would be more appropriate for such a painting to appear in the owner's house or study room. It may appear in a place like the cellar, and the owner of the house may be in some kind of forced state at that time. Oppressive and embarrassing environment, but he still thinks he is in control and has all those who fool him in his hands."

"I've heard Lance's analysis, and your analysis is deeper than Lance's."

"I joined the group earlier than Noah." Reid pursed his lips and rubbed his neck, "But Noah is much better than me."

"Hmm~" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and then smiled, "It seems that we have entered a place that none of the current pranksters expected."

"Actually, I'm not very interested in these. I just want to find Noah quickly. If we have time, we can relax in Edinburgh." Rhett quickly interrupted him, "I'm very interested in the humanities and arts in Edinburgh."

"Really." Sherlock's attitude became neutral again.

Rhett: "..."

"You never told me that there is a basement there!" The woman took off the earphones that the earth could cover half of her head, with a tinge of blush on her fair face, "You said you told me everything here mine."

The man sitting next to her looked a little tall, and the most striking thing was his large muscles, comparable to a bodybuilder. His eyes were a little flustered, but he obviously didn't want others to see it, so he hung down Eyelid picked up a cigarette from the side, lit it and took a sharp puff, then exhaled a big puff of smoke, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I just didn't expect them to find it there." He moved the cigarette away a little, Looking at the woman with a blurred face through the gradually dissipating smoke, "Did they say anything before that?"

Thinking of what she heard just now, the woman shook her fingers slightly, and then threw the earphones to the table angrily, "The curly hair said that our approach is relatively low-level, and he can go out anytime he wants."

"Huh?" The man was taken aback.

"Where are you?" The woman raised her chin, and her eyes were fixed on the display screen in front of the man. Lance and John were impressively on top.

The man managed to pull his attention back, and looked at the display screen again, "The taller one is smarter, but he doesn't seem to be mentally stable right now."

"We've been drinking candles for such a long time, so of course our spirits will be unstable." The woman narrowed her eyes.

"Boddy was caught by them." The man's expression became more subtle. "It's the first time I saw someone following a puppy and shouting to kill it. His expression was quite fierce." He paused again and turned his head. Shouted, "Tai, Gia, go and see them... Forget it, if there is no camera there, let me go, Artest, come with me."

The man whose name was called was obviously also a little excited. He rubbed his hands and stood up, his eyes gleaming.

The woman looked back at the display screen in front of her again, "What are you going to do? Honey?"

The man sneered, but the corners of his mouth were a little stiff, "Get rid of it." He added, "The new secret cannot be known to others."

"Oh~" The woman raised her eyebrows, then lowered her posture and became cautious, "So, honey, can I be together? I'm very curious about them."

The man shook his head, "It's too dangerous sweetheart, you just have to sit here and watch." He pointed to the display screen here, "And Poddy."

"Oh, Boddy...yes, there's also Boddy." The woman nodded quickly, "But I think these two are too smart, why don't you let Paul go with you, it's enough for me and Gia .”

The man thought for a few seconds, then shook his head, "Paul wants to stay here."

"But..." The woman wanted to say something else.

"I said Paul! You must stay here!" The man emphasized his tone.

The woman pursed her lips and stopped talking, she didn't want to have a conflict with the man in front of her at this time.

When Lance was talking to John, he had already carefully observed the ground that was crazily dug by the puppy, just as he remembered that he only remembered being carried up the stairs, and he was still head down, so he didn't feel very good. The mechanism will also be at the foot.

"Noah, we can't waste any more time." John hugged the puppy, "Sherlock needs us."

"He needs you." Lance touched his forehead. "I'm a little dizzy now. Let's find the mechanism first. It's near here. Pay attention to your feet. It should be able to open and close."

John looked down at the floor.

"If you still have your phone with you, you can go directly to the forum and ask." Lance felt a little regretful, "The imagination of netizens is very powerful, although I can make up a strange story that stirs my heart right now, by the way There will be some detective fans who will provide us..." He tilted his head and looked towards the corner of the wall, beckoned to John and walked over, then tapped lightly on the intersection.

"Is there a mezzanine?" John leaned over.

"Even if I knock like that, I can't open it." Lance sighed, and suddenly reached out and raised his hand above his head to remove the candle from the candlestick above his head, and then grabbed the candlestick and twisted it vigorously.

A gap in the floor in the corner a step away slowly moved away.

A wooden staircase appeared in sight leading down.

"Found it!" John shouted, and let go of his hand. The puppy in his arms also broke free and jumped down at this moment, rolling on the floor and going down the stairs.

Lance looked at the puppy's chubby butt, calmly watching it quickly disappear from view.

"I don't think we're abusing it."

John turned his head and glanced at Lance, "It's me, not us."

"But little sweetheart left your arms boy without hesitation."

"Tsk, can't we talk about other things now, such as what should we do now?" John shook his head.

Lance blinked his eyes twice, "Actually, the conservative way to compare prices is to stay here. Since there is a passage here, someone will come here soon. Of course, 80.00% of them will not come over after receiving my text message and have already started. Police in a search and rescue operation."

John was almost mad, "Shouldn't we go down here?"

"As a conservative person." Lance finally curled his lips. "Doctor, you can actually do anything according to your own ideas. You are an independent and completely free person."

"You know Noah." John's expression suddenly became serious, "A lot of times you and Sherlock give me the same feeling."

Lance hesitated for a while: "I owe a beating?"

John: "...Well, maybe sometimes, that's not the point." He took a deep breath, "The point is that you and Sherlock are rare smart people in the world. When I'm with you, I just It is enough to charge forward, as Sherlock said, I am a doctor, and I am a soldier."

"Actually, there is a title in the military called commander."

"Noah!"

"Okay, okay." Lance raised his right hand, "Let's go down now, I feel the call of fate, oh next time we go to a similar place, we can just screw all the things that can be screwed first."

Said he has gone down the stairs.

John rolled his eyes, "I swear I'll never come to a place like this again."

"Even with Mr. Holmes' invitation?" Lance chuckled.

"It's different."

"He's different," Lance corrected.

"But... you can say that." The corners of John's mouth pulled down.

The light on the stairs is not particularly good, but the air is much better than the one above. Lance rubbed his temples while walking down. He needs to get back to his state as soon as possible. If there is nothing wrong, the people who are monitoring them now should It is already known that they have opened a 'secret passage', which means that someone is likely to come over in the near future.

John was also anxious but there was nothing he could do, "Where was that dog just now?"

"I don't eat dog meat." Lance didn't look up, and he needed to be careful going down the stairs.

"Will we meet Sherlock if we go on like this?"

Lance pressed his temples, "This kind of thing depends on fate, but according to the size of the structure of this house, the distance between Sherlock and us should not be far, maybe we can see him at the next turning. "

"This is not the time to joke, Noah." John sighed.

"You have to learn to be humorous. I believe that joking in this environment can relieve our psychological pressure." Lance continued, "For example, forget the dog that rolled down the stairs just now."

"If you were the one who helped me with psychological counseling for a few months..."

"I'm going to shoot myself." Lance said he was frightened. "I don't want to be anyone's therapist."

"I think so."

Lance raised an eyebrow, then smiled.

The stairs are narrow and long, and it takes a while to get to the bottom.

Almost when Lance stepped on the floor at the end of the stairs, there was a sudden sound of pulling on the door nearby.

"Bang Dang" is the sound of the door closing again, which is very shocking to the hearing.

Lance stopped in his tracks. There was not enough light here, but the slow and forceful footsteps that could be said to be deliberately made after the movement were enough to indicate that someone had arrived here.

John blinked. "We're stuck."

"Yes." Lance agreed.

"How do you feel?"

Lance looked at the two men who were about to walk up to the two of them, who were already gearing up with baseball bats, and smiled with the corners of their mouths shut, "I'm dizzy."

"Exactly, I'm dizzy too." John moved his wrist, "I really want to see a Chihuahua."