[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"Settlement?" The young man stood up straight, "Oh, enough success."

"Yes." Lance smiled.

"It's a pity." The corner of the young man's mouth curled up, "Okay, I value a house in the center of London, let's take a look at it together at noon tomorrow." The latter words were obviously addressed to John.

Poor John licked his lips as if he hadn't reacted yet.

Lance rubbed his brows, "He means that he is quite satisfied with you, so he invites you to take a look at the house together."

"I know!" John was irritable, "but..." He looked at the young man who was holding a windbreaker, "We just met each other, and we haven't even gotten to know each other yet, so you told me to go out and rent a house together?"

Lance: "..." Well, there seems to be something wrong.

The young man paused his hands, and looked John up and down with scrutiny, "Oh, I know you are a soldier and have just returned from Afghanistan. Your leg injury is obviously related to the war. You have a psychological assistant. You have a bad life but you don't want to accept your brother's money because you don't have a good relationship and he drinks too much."

Lance nodded in agreement.

John stared at him, "You know that too?"

Lance smacked his mouth, "It's actually not a big deal, I'm still taking it step by step, or do you want me to tell you everything directly?"

John: "Forget it."

The young man sighed, "Smart people are popular enough!"

Lance shrugged. "Need my name?"

The young man turned his face, his eyes paused on John, "Oh! Of course, of course!"

"Noah Lance." Lance smiled, he didn't reach out, "I'm not used to kissing."

The young man raised his head and frowned, "Of course. Sherlock Holmes."

"John, John Watson"

"Hmm~" Sherlock squeezed his eyes, opened the door and left.

Mike shook his head slightly, with a hint of exclamation, "Oh, Noah, you are the first person I've ever met who was able to talk to him!"

"Actually, I don't know what he's talking about." Lance touched his chin, "John, do you think it will make you feel better if I say that?"

John: "...do you think we've gotten to know each other well enough to start joking with each other?"

Lance was shocked, "I thought we were on the road to losing friends when I told you about my lover."

"I'm sorry? Kang...Zhuang?"

"Small details can be ignored."

In the end, no matter what, Lance got acquainted with Sherlock Holmes of this world in a very unexpected situation. How to say, the first impression is actually quite bad.

Even bau, although he will habitually analyze the subconscious behavior of some people who have intersections, he usually doesn't say it outright. This is not the case with Holmes. The performance just now was to show off to others with a toy Child, although he didn't show it very clearly, but this person is somewhat different from the image of Sherlock Holmes that Lance knew in the book.

But after meeting Sherlock, Lance thought about it and thought he could still spend some time traveling. Anyway, Moritia hasn't said that the game has officially started yet.

At noon the next day, John and Sherlock made an appointment on Baker Street in the center of London. Lance rented a house on a street not far from Baker Street. Of course, it was Moriarty who helped, Lance It means that the money in his credit card is still squatting in the bank of country a, and if he moves it, some kind of information may be exposed. Moritia doesn't like being interrupted in his game.

Lance packed his things, and then received a text message from Moriarty.

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Has there been a big case already?Lance frowned, and his good mood suddenly disappeared.

When the curtains were drawn, a police car was seen speeding through the street.

Eventful autumn.

After closing the curtains, Lance sighed for a long time, and then sent a text message of condolences to John. Sherlock doesn't seem to be such an easy person to get along with, and he speaks very straightforwardly. John is a relatively sensitive person. If two people get along There are bound to be conflicts, but...

If you follow the setting in the book, then it is not necessarily the case.

John's reply to the text message is not fast, it can be regarded as slow.

[Sherlock and I are going to the scene of a case, and his deduction is simply amazing! ]

Lance looked down at the time on his cell phone, John and Sherlock seemed to be punctual, so less than an hour has passed since they started looking at the house and now they have started to handle the case together, this speed is really It's like riding a rocket.

[Please invite me then. ] Lance felt that this was the only sentence he could reply.

John is much faster now

[what? ]

[Have a nice trip~]

Lance didn't know what was found at the so-called crime scene. He was trying to find some clues in the recent news.

I have to say that the efficiency of Scotland Yard's affairs is quite good. The number of unsolved cases is actually not very large, almost catching up with Bau. The more notable ones are the few accidental suicide cases that started in the second half of this year.

Deputy Foreign Minister Beth Davenbo, Sir Geoffrey Paterson, and a young teenager named James Phillimore all committed suicide within a few months. It turned out that they were taking the same drug, which greatly increased the possibility of a serial killer, but there was no evidence, and the police in Scotland Yard could only hope that the people cherished life.

Lance rubbed his brows. Suicide cases always give people a sense of sadness. As far as he is concerned, even if the deceased swallowed the poison himself, what is displayed on the body is only his own name. This is comparable to seeing someone else's The name is much heavier.

Moriarty had built him a very nice house, complete with all the facilities, and the interior decoration was based on his house in Quantico, and the floor was covered with thick woolen blankets.

Lance sat on the sofa and turned on the computer, moved his fingers a few times, typed the name of Sherlock Holmes in the search bar, and successfully entered his blog.

The content of Sherlock's blog is not fancy, it can even be said that there are not even some beautiful adjectives, some are just dry theoretical results, how many kinds of soot and so on, but this kind of blog is also clear enough, he will soon understand Knowing the deductive method that John just told him.

One detail infers the whole part.

He is indeed a genius, but he is not of the same kind as Rhett.

The number of people who browse the blog is not many, it can even be said that it is pitiful. After all, no ordinary person would like this kind of article, and ordinary people who are pretentious will not pay attention to such a person who is not very famous in real life. Published blog.

Genius without an audience - Sherlock Holmes?

Having come to this conclusion, Lance continued to analyze Sherlock's personality and daily life in his words, and when the analysis was almost done, Lance stretched out and looked at the time, only to find that it was already night.

I took a windbreaker, put it on, and went out to find something to eat. There should be a lot of food nearby. Lance saw a restaurant on the corner of the street not far away. The business of this restaurant is good, but this is definitely not what Lance chose. The reason he chose it was because he saw John and Sherlock sitting by the window, and Sherlock had obviously seen him.

It would be impolite not to say hello.

Adhering to the good relationship with Sherlock Holmes, Lance bent his eyes and opened the door and walked in. The owner of the restaurant watched him walk towards Sherlock's table, and twitched his lips as if muttering something. Zhuan still came over with the menu.

Lance greeted the two of them, and John sat inside, sharing the table naturally.

"You live near here, the house has been chosen." Sherlock just glanced at him at the beginning, and then his eyes were fixed outside.

John smiled, obviously happy to meet his new friend, "Good evening."

"Good evening." Lance also smiled, "I don't need to stay in a hotel because someone helps me."

"En." Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

Lance didn't expect Sherlock to take the initiative to say anything, and turned to look at John, "I remember you guys went to a scene of a case this afternoon, has the case been solved?"

"No." John shook his head, "Actually, we..."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "He's a smart man, John, and it's easy to talk to a smart man."

John paused, "Okay, Noah, I remember you are a policeman?"

Lance nodded, "Yes."

"Well, do you know the spate of suicides in London in the last few months?"

"Let's know a little bit more." Lance said simply, "Is it related to these cases? Or is it that four victims appeared at the so-called scene you went to this afternoon?"

"Look." Sherlock lowered himself, "talk to smart people."

"..." John paused, "The victim..."

"The victim, an Englishman from out of town, an attractive media woman in her 30s, was unhappy in her marriage and had multiple affairs, wore pink, was left-handed, and wrote on the floor before dying 'Rachel' her suitcase disappeared, but I've found it, but now her cell phone is gone too." Sherlock still didn't look back, but stopped John completely.

Lance smiled unkindly, "So you are not actually solving the food and clothing problem now, but are using another method to handle the case?"

"yes." John took a deep breath, "yes."

"Oh, are you Sherlock's lover too?"

Lance raised his head, facing the eyes of a tall man full of gossip.

"I have a lover." Lance made an exaggerated look, "I'm just friends with John."

"Oh." The man seemed a little disappointed, but then he became happy again, "Sure enough, there are very few people who like Sherlock."

"You don't like Sherlock?" Lance adjusted his sitting posture, and he could see that this man should have a certain friendship with Sherlock.

The man's expression twisted slightly, "God."

"Hey! That's the one!" Sherlock didn't care what was said here, he jumped up almost immediately, left his seat and walked out.

John also stood up immediately, and Lance realized that something might have happened and stood up and walked out of the seat as quickly as possible.

"Quick, John!" Shouted Sherlock.

John immediately followed quickly out.

Lance looked at the crutch left by the master, and then at the man standing beside him. The man shrugged his shoulders, "You are his lover's friend, you will get used to it later."

"I'll try my best." Lance raised his eyebrows. He looked at the menu in the man's hand, "Give me what John ordered, and I'll pay for it."

"Ok."

Lance finished his dinner slowly, packed two more dinners and took John's cane to 221b Baker Street. John opened the door, and he was only wearing a sweater.

"Where's your coat?" Lance raised his eyebrows. "I thought you looked like you just came back from outside."

John swallowed a mouthful of saliva and explained, "I took it off when I entered the room just now, what a coincidence you came."

"I hope your dinner is also a coincidence." Lance handed over the takeaway in his hand, "and your gentleman's cane."

John paused for a moment, then looked at the cane in Lance's other hand, and suddenly laughed. He took the takeaway in one hand and the cane in the other, "Yes, yes, the dinner was definitely a coincidence, God knows he ran away I'm starving from this distance."

Lance raised an eyebrow.

"Um...Actually, if possible, we can invite you to be a guest another day. There are other guests at home today." John sniffed.

"Police." Lance nodded, "I saw a police car parked there."

"Sherlock is right." John turned sideways, "Smart man."

Lance shrugged his shoulders, smiled at John's action, and walked into the open door.

"It's upstairs." John closed the door. "I think they'll be leaving in a while."

"Okay." Lance responded and walked up the stairs quickly.

A few people wearing white gloves kept walking in the not-so-big space, and the expressions on their faces were not relaxed. Sherlock was sitting on the sofa, and the man opposite him seemed to have done something very remarkable. matter.

"Aha, will there be guests from the freak's house?" A curly-haired woman stood up and looked over with a sarcastic expression, "God knows we're investigating."

John put the food on the table in front of Sherlock, "This is my friend."

Lance's eyes lingered on the pink suitcase next to Sherlock, and then thought of the pink suitcase in the case that Sherlock had mentioned.

"Have the police in London become so dedicated that they start to care what kind of friends a person who helps them will make?" Lance looked at the layout of the room. "It's really nice here."

"Yes." John opened a takeout box, "It's really good."

"The boss knew that I packed it for you, so he specially offered it for free." Lance felt that he was very friendly. "Did you hide something so that you provoked the entire team of police?"

"Who knows what this freak might be hiding in the house?!"

"Oh! There's a bag of fingers in the freezer!!"

Sherlock paused, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Don't touch them! It's my experiment!"

"..." The man sitting opposite Sherlock couldn't help it. He looked Lance up and down with very critical eyes, and then turned his head to look at John who was eating outside with gusto. Seemingly uncertain for a while, he sighed, "Sherlock..."

Sherlock staggered his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, obviously thinking about something.

After seeing the layout of the room, Lance sat down next to John, "I just haven't seen the British police handling a case and I'm curious, so I'm curious to watch it. You just need to pretend that I don't exist."

"You do exist." Sherlock pondered, "At least your existence can increase the average IQ of this group of people."