[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Lance will automatically filter Sherlock's words. Of course, if he said something similar to sarcasm to the poor doctor, he would automatically translate it into an awkward compliment.

With a little charm that ordinary people can't understand.

Unfortunately, John Watson was an ordinary man.

So Lance felt that John took Sherlock's words as a daily mockery, and didn't get any interesting points from it.

John took a deep breath, "What did you receive?"

Lance pressed his forehead, "Actually, I don't really want to see it, but I smell a smell of formalin."

"Oh!" John frowned. He didn't expect Uncle Sherlock to open the package himself, so he took out a pair of white gloves from the side drawer and came over to open the package again.

A large glass bottle, inside is a heart soaked in medicine and a cross.

"Didn't Dr. Watson receive blood and hair?" There was a trace of anger in Rhett's eyes, but he quickly calmed down.

John was helpless, "Sherlock had already disposed of them when I came back."

Holmes has always had his way.

"When will I get the results?" Lance asked.

"Oh, are you hungry?" Sherlock asked.

"Red and I had breakfast, and it's still a while before lunch."

"Then we can go." Sherlock said and stood up.

"Where are you going?" John asked, and the doctor clearly hadn't caught up with his thoughts.

Rhett pursed his lips, and stood beside Lance with the bag in his hand, looking ready.

"You guys are in front, and Spencer and I take a taxi behind you."

They went to Jasmine Amber, and the girl in the white coat was not surprised by Sherlock's arrival but was very excited.

"The report will be out soon." The girl had a deliberate smile on her face, "Two pieces of candy for a cup of coffee?"

"Compared to coffee." John licked his lips, "We need to test something else." He raised the box in his hand lightly.

Jasmine immediately opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath, her eyebrows raised, "Oh!" She tried to lower her voice, "A big case?"

"A heart," Lance said. "We were in a hurry ma'am and didn't even call the police."

"We're in a hurry," Sherlock said softly.

Hearing this, Jasmine took a step forward and took the box from John's hand, then turned and left with a stiff smile.

Lance sighed inwardly, turned around and saw his little doctor was observing the surrounding facilities curiously, quite attentively.

"Barts Hospital is a hospital with a long history." John couldn't help raising his chin, "The facilities here have always been very good."

"Have you ever worked here?" Lance turned his head again. "You look very proud."

"Indeed."

The test takes time, and the people present are not people who would waste time on big things. Lance suggested to go to the restaurant next door to have lunch or something before the results come out, but Sherlock is obviously interested in going back and talking to the skull now. The husband is more concerned about continuing to exchange feelings.

"If you don't encounter a case, you don't go out at all, just like a groundhog hiding in the ground."

It is rare to hear someone give Holmes such a cute nickname.

Lance quickly pulled Rhett away before John frowned so much that he could pinch Sherlock to death.

"Noah..." Reid seemed a little nervous on the way back. Although the little doctor was nervous about getting along with everyone 365 ​​days a year, it was very obvious now, so obvious that Jean Lan Stan felt compelled to send him off to be tutored by the professional he hated the most.

"..." Lance looked up and saw the driver's eyes printed in the rearview mirror.

"I'll help you."

"...Okay" Lance felt his mouth dry. "You'll do well, boy."

Rhett was encouraged, "The combination of hair and blood and the combination of cross and heart symbolize different meanings, so there should be two people who gave things to you and Mr. Holmes, two different people, but the time is different." They are very similar, and there must be a connection between the two. I have not seen any deviation in the analysis of the package received by Mr. Holmes, but I have to say that this case is definitely not just over like this. The package we received was packaged The place is very meticulous, there is no trace of dirt outside the bottle used to hold the heart, and the cross is also very delicate, the suspect should be very serious, maybe a perfectionist."

"Cough." Lance nodded while reaching out and pressing on the air.

Rhett immediately closed his mouth.

But this didn't prevent Lance from seeing the poor driver's terrified eyes in the mirror.

"You joined the group earlier than me." Lance looked out the window, "You must be very good at what I'm not particularly good at."

The speed of the car was much faster than at the beginning. Maybe the driver felt that the two sitting in the car were troublesome, but he was not sure whether it would be dangerous if he offended, so he chose to speed up.

The originally not very long road seemed to be even shorter, and it didn't take long for the car to stop in front of a restaurant next to Baker Street.

Lance paid and got out of the car with Red, they needed something to eat now.

The restaurant is owned by a private owner. Lance heard John complain that the owner of this restaurant was the beneficiary of Sherlock's case, because Sherlock testified that when the owner was involved in a murder case, he was in another There was a burglary in a city, so the boss was very grateful to him and even gave him a free order!

What logic!

The two sat by the window, and sat and waited after ordering. At this time, there were hardly any customers in the store, and the boss entered the back kitchen after receiving the menu.

Lance propped his head on his hands. He didn't really want to intervene in this case. On the one hand, it was because the character of the murderer behind the case showed that he would not act according to other people's opinions. Artie has nothing to do with it.

Reid frowned, without Garcia's computer skills, without the analysis that other team members focused on, he felt that a lot of things were missing, which made him uncomfortable.

Another guest came to the restaurant, a young man. The boss poked his head out of the kitchen when he heard the movement, but just took a look and then retracted his head again.

"Dude! I want a cup of coffee! I want a sandwich!" The young man walked to the table next to the wall and sat down without looking at Lance. He seemed to be a regular customer here. It's really deserted~"

The boss seemed to say something in the kitchen, but he couldn't hear it clearly from outside.

The rain gradually began to fall outside the window, and it only started to rain after a while. At this moment, the boss brought up the food ordered by Lance and Rhett, and smiled when he saw the rain outside, "This rain came very suddenly. "

The young man sitting against the wall also laughed, "Yes, yes, it came so suddenly, I forgot to bring my umbrella!"

The boss turned around, "I have some umbrellas in my store, but you have to make sure that after you take the umbrellas away this time, you will bring them back the next time you come."

The young man quickly opened his mouth, "Of course! I mean it was just an accident last time, I just forgot!"

The boss glared at him, then looked at Lance and Rhett, "If the two customers don't mind, you can also get an umbrella from my shop first."

Lance nodded, he was very happy to meet the owner who offered to borrow an umbrella, "To be honest, I was just about to roll up my clothes and go home."

"The weather in this city always catches people off guard." The boss looked in a good mood, turned around and went into the kitchen again, this time he came out again after only a few minutes, and put the sandwich and coffee on the table in front of the young man .

Lance lowered his head and ate the original fried steak. The boss looked at it for a while and suddenly smiled, but turned around again and brought two glasses of wine.

"I've seen you," the boss explained after putting down his glass. "You walked past my store with Sherlock's ex-boyfriend! I'm glad that man finally got tired of Sherlock! You're so much better than Sherlock! "

"..." Lance was really stunned.

Should the focus of attention now be on him being better than Sherlock, or that he has married Sherlock, or who is Sherlock's ex-boyfriend?

Rhett continued to eat with his head down as if he hadn't heard the boss's words.

Lance turned his mind a few times, and realized that the boss should be talking about John, he couldn't laugh or cry, "You misunderstood, John and I are ordinary friends, this is my only love."

Rhett's hands trembled and he still didn't look up, but the tips of his ears were completely red.

The boss raised his eyebrows, "Really?" He lowered his head and muttered, "I haven't seen them eat together for a long time, although the first time they came together they only ordered something Wait until something arrives."

Lance breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the wine glass as a gesture to drink, but was immediately stopped by the boss, who very rudely grabbed the glass from Lance's hand and took the other glass in front of Rhett. "It's actually better to drink some beer in this weather!"

After taking two more bites, Rhett put down his knife and fork and did not move.

Lance declined the boss's kindness, and the boss didn't bring the beer. After almost finishing eating, the boss enthusiastically gave Lance and Rhett two umbrellas, and then the young man also got the umbrella behind Lance and the two of them. out of the restaurant.