[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Lance's combat power is said to be capable of overthrowing a team by himself, and John, as a military doctor who has been on the battlefield and seen bloody wars, naturally has the force to save his life.

Then the problem is coming.

When two players who seem to have reached level 20 with an enhanced appearance confronted two humanoid bosses wrapped in thin leather, especially the two players thought that the two bosses were not even level [-], but in fact These two bosses are still in a state of mental rage, but they are just covering it up very well, so what will happen?

Apparently, Lance, who was planning to beat Sherlock with his anger, suddenly remembered that he would be in a lot of trouble if he beat Sherlock to the hospital, and it is not impossible to release some anger here, so he and John People very tacitly choose their own objects.

The two poor men who were about to intercept were quickly brought down.

"How do you feel?" John carefully inspected the two men who had been knocked out, and he was a little relieved to make sure that he and Lance hadn't beaten the man so that his vital signs were weak.

Lance glanced at him, "I'm only telling you one person, you don't tell Spencer." He saw John nodded with a strange expression before he let out a sigh of relief, "It's so cool."'

John: "..."

"Honestly, this feeling is very close to the last time I was arrested by the FBI and slapped them in the face hard!"

John: "..."

Well, Sherlock said, Lance is not a spy, and his friends are probably not criminals.

Rhett said that he really doesn't want to have any communication with Mr. Holmes anymore. Some of his behaviors are inexplicable in the eyes of many people, but he always takes care of those people's feelings--his own is not very normal. He can even explain the most basic principles with historical examples every time.

But this Mr. Holmes is obviously not the same as him. Some of his actions can be understood by Rhett and some he can't understand, but Mr. Holmes has no meaning of explaining at all.

For example, now, from the sound of hurried footsteps not far away, it can be clearly judged that there are two strong men with weapons in their hands approaching quickly, and the target is obviously also them in the direction they are walking.

But Sherlock Holmes turned his back to the source of the voice as if he hadn't heard the sound, "I want to drink coffee."

Rhett: "..."

Totally unable to communicate! !

"Two candies," Sherlock continued.

Rhett: "..."

"Go to hell for coffee!"

Rhett: "..."

Only then did Sherlock turn around, as if he had just realized that someone was here, his brows were slightly furrowed to express his dissatisfaction with being interrupted, "You interrupted my thinking."

The visitor sneered, "Then take your question to hell and think."

Sherlock: "If I were you I would leave my woman with the man she has an affair with."

Rhett swallowed, staring at the other person.

"You know about them." Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "The others don't even know you know."

The visitor grinned, "You are really smart, of course, being able to open this place has already proved this point, you must know that I searched this place all over the place.

"This can only show that your IQ is not on the average line." Sherlock expressed his opinion.

The visitor slowly shook his head, "No matter what you say, no matter what you say, you can't escape, if you want to blame, you will walk into my playground!"

Sherlock gave him a strange look.

Sherlock never does things that are not sure. Many things he does are illogical in the eyes of others, but they can be connected together strangely, which makes him look very mysterious.

But Sherlock himself is actually a little naive, stubborn to a certain extent, for example, he never wants to be laughed at by his brother.

Putting himself in danger by being overwhelmed by an opponent is a necessary factor for his brother to launch a taunting attack on him.

He certainly wouldn't let that happen.

So the great, unyielding Sherlock Holmes quickly took out a gun from his suit pocket, and quickly pulled the trigger. Two soft clicks immediately made the two aggressive people kneel.

Rhett: "...you have a gun?!"

Hearing the man's screams, Sherlock glanced at Rhett like a gift, "Obviously, I have a gun."

Rhett: "..."

"It's just a little trick." Sherlock didn't feel that he had done anything terrible, he turned his head calmly, his voice was indifferent, "You'd better bandage yourself now, or you will die of blood loss soon Too much, though I didn't target your leg arteries."

So after Lance and John found a woman in the monitoring room and got the specific location of the two friends from the woman, Lance decisively gave the girl a gentle hand knife, and then went to save people with John .

Waiting for them were Reid who was studying the drawings on the scene in the underground tunnel, and Sherlock who was bored and leaned against the wall thinking.

"Spencer!" Lance leaned to the left to avoid the blood on the ground, "Did you find anything?"

Rhett was a little excited, "Noah! This is an ancient British culture with great research value! A family totem, there may be some secrets behind it!"

"Many families have their own secrets." When Lance heard the word culture, he knew what Sherlock's behavior was for now. This person is simply cultural waste.

The most hurried one was John. As a doctor, he squatted down and adjusted the position of the cloth bandaging the wound for the person who fell on the ground while other people were chatting.

Rhett was a little embarrassed, "My treatment of this kind of wound only exists in theory, so they did it themselves."

John sighed, "It's pretty good."

The police felt it in the next few minutes. Although this was not Scotland Yard, Lestrade had also arrived, but his arrival did not get the slightest gratitude from Sherlock, even though he had been worrying about him for several hours and tried his best to get away from it. London came over.

Several suspects were quickly sent to the ambulance, and the police who arrived were very suspicious of whether the positions of the victim and the suspect had been switched.

The four of Lance were released after finishing the notes, even though Sherlock looked at the little police officer in charge of the records with mocking eyes the whole time.

Lance has been in a good mood recently, drinking coffee in his shop every day and receiving otaku who come here to read comics and have a different style from the UK.

Rhett read the books he borrowed from the nearby library while Lance was drinking coffee and receiving the nerds. He expressed great interest in British history.

The number of times John came to the bookstore to talk (complain) to Lance recently was much less. Lance felt that he tried his best to reduce their meeting time because Rhett was present and took into account that he was a person with a partner. In this way, I hope that there will be no unnecessary conflicts between him and Reid because of himself.

Although the frequency is less, the quality of the heart-to-heart talks has not been diminished by it, and Sherlock's life quirks have been damaged for nothing.

"Did you know?! I received a package this morning!" At this moment, the blond doctor was still angry, "Of course, Sherlock said the day before yesterday that he had a package and asked me to open it for him today, so I opened it for him." its!"

"Calm down, dear doctor." Lance maintained a good mood, and every time he heard these "funny things", he always had a weird sense of humor. He comforted his friend like this, "I know you are a principled citizen , a soldier who abides by the rules will never open someone else's package without permission." Lance tapped the table with his index finger, "So what is in the package that makes you run long before lunch come to me?"

"A glass bottle and a lock of hair." John took a breath. "I promise, the bottle contains blood! If Sherlock hadn't said that there was a package coming, I would have called the police!"

Lance shook his head, "I also guarantee that the entire Baker Street is under the absolute control of a certain Sherlock Holmes. Such a thing as calling the police will never succeed. Mr. Holmes' people will definitely report everything before the police arrive. It's all resolved."

"You're right." John paused, "There are still a few bags of blood in the freezer, and I'm actually not frightened at all, I just think Sherlock is really going too far."

"I very much agree." Lance decisively stood in the same position as his friend, and he looked at the coffee cup in front of John, "But I think what you should do now is to return to Sherlock immediately, I haven't Hearing the notification sound of your mobile phone, you must know that Sherlock will always send text messages non-stop when you come to my place."

John scratched his hair in distress, "Actually, my mind was a little blank when I went out, so I forgot to bring my mobile phone."

"..." Lance blinked his eyes, "John, no one would send the blood to be used in experiments in glass bottles to others, and what's more, they also send hair with them. What can be done is not so much an experiment as it is For testing, the experimental equipment in your home can't be used for testing at all, and one can escape the perfect eyeliner of another Mr. Holmes."

John stood up abruptly, put on the overcoat hanging on the shelf next to him, pushed the door out, and ran away almost immediately.

Rhett stood up and sat across from Lance, put the book in his hand aside, with a hint of confusion on his face, "Even so, it cannot be judged that Mr. Holmes is in danger."

Lance chuckled twice, "I don't want to be hated by Sherlock Holmes, although I don't think I'm even worth holding grudges in his eyes, but according to his personality, he will be very irritable if he can't contact John now Well, the other Sherlock Holmes doesn't just stare at people."

Rhett had never met another Sherlock Holmes, but he could also imagine what it would be like to be feared by Lance, "So you let Mr. Watson go back."

"As you can see, honey." Lance narrowed his eyes and raised his voice deliberately.

Rhett blushed almost immediately, and fell silent.

Lance stood up and picked up John's coffee cup, turned around and went to the small sink at the back of the shop to wash it.

There is no one in the store at this time, even if people come, they will consciously enter the store to find their favorite books, so there is no need to worry about Rhett, who has communication barriers with normal people, making mistakes.

Lance put the cleaned cup on the small cabinet, and then took the milk off the shelf. He forgot to bring candy when he went out today, so it’s better to feed Rhett milk. If you drink too much pure milk, it will taste sweet. Of course, this is mainly to make Rhett drink less coffee.

Lance brought out the whole bottle of milk, and Rhett was already inside the counter, holding a handmade knife and drawing strokes on a package.

"Package?" Lance walked over to put down the milk.

Rhett also put down the handmade knife, "I'm sorry, it was delivered just now, with your name written on it, but I feel something is wrong, although I don't think that people's sixth sense is the root of things, but it's a bit unscientific The phenomenon……"

"Don't be too nervous." Lance lowered his eyes and reached out to pat the package. The packaging was very good, and the corners of the outer cardboard box were brand new without any bump marks.

The handmade knife cut open the top of the carton. Lance didn't stretch his head to look at the contents of the carton. He just looked at the unique font on the top of the carton that only he could see. Reid's curiosity was aroused and he thought When he was about to come over to take a look, he closed the box without hesitation.

"...Why, what's the matter?" Rhett suddenly became uneasy.

"We need a refrigerator."

They still didn't ask for a refrigerator in the end. Lance re-sealed the carton with tape, then closed the store door and couldn't wait to take Rhett to Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door. This lovely old lady was very happy to see Lance, and also showed great enthusiasm for Rhett who came with him.

"You look so sweet." Mrs. Hudson's tone was full of admiration, mixed with a hint of disapproval, "John and Sherlock are not honest enough, they are already together John always says he is not Sherlock's boyfriend friend."

John's footsteps downstairs stopped, and his voice suddenly raised a lot, "Sherlock is really not my boyfriend!"

……

I don't know why Lance thinks John is so pitiful.

#Everyone in the world thinks I'm gay#

#Everyone thinks I love Sherlock#

#A Straight Man's Sorrow#

"Oh~ John, you need to be honest." Mrs. Hudson saw the client and complained non-stop, "And you always treat me as your housekeeper!" The old lady glanced at Lance's hand holding cardboard box.

Lance opened the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Sherlock said last time that he needed some books, and I sent them as soon as I received the package."

Mrs. Hudson also smiled, "Then go up, Sherlock is actually a pretty good guy."

Upstairs, Sherlock was reading the newspaper, but at the same time Lance and the others came up, he put down the newspaper, curled up his legs and squatted on the sofa, with deep eyes as if he was thinking about something.

Lance walked up to him and put the cardboard box on the small tea table, then pulled Rhett to sit down on the couch together.

John went into the kitchen to make black tea, but Sherlock still kept squatting and thinking.

"Black tea." John came out after a while, and put the cup on the coffee table, "I thought we just met."

"Well." Lance didn't look at the teacup, "We received a package after you left, so I'm here to find you."

"Package?!" John froze for a moment, then realized, "You mean the same package as we received?"

"Probably." Lance shrugged, "The main thing is that I have no way to deal with this."

"So the package I signed for was actually sent by a criminal?" John's eyes widened in disbelief, and the poor doctor regretted, "I didn't see the postman clearly at all!"

Rhett tried to comfort him, "It's okay, I saw what the postman looked like, and I can provide a sketch to Fang."

John nodded, then turned to Sherlock and asked, "Should we call Lestrade now?"

"We can solve it ourselves, John." Sherlock took a light breath, "Lestrade will only complicate things, and the average IQ of his team is not even as high as yours."

John: "..."