[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Lance, who could overturn a team by himself, cheerfully asked the driver to drive straight to Scotland Yard.

The driver had a pistol on his head, but he still shook his head, "I won't ruin my life like this, even if you shoot me to death now, I won't throw myself into a trap."

Lance was stunned, "You put me in the car and developed to the present, I thought you were already in the trap!"

driver:"……"

"My target is Sherlock, and if you send me to the police you can't explain why you caught me."

Lance's smile cooled down, "With all due respect, sir, if you dare to tell me, you and the person you love will have no chance of living." He looked at the photo at the driver's hand, "Smile really nice."

The driver's hand trembled, "You!"

Although Lance knew that it was wrong to use the murderer's family as a threat, the facts were good. If he dared to disclose his situation to the police station that has not been taken care of yet, Moriarty, who can do as he pleases, might be would really make something like this happen.

It's just a reminder, besides, "You just said that your target could also be me."

A vein popped out of the driver's forehead, "He just mentioned you a little bit, my original target was only Sherlock, who knew you would choose to get in my car?!"

"..." Lance raised his eyebrows, "Who made you so eye-catching, and still parked in such a sensitive place at such a sensitive time, are you still to blame for being caught by me?"

"..." The driver took another deep breath, "You must let me go."

"..." I don't know how I feel.

"My goal is Sherlock. I must put an end to this incident, otherwise Sherlock will become suspicious."

"Do you think I will let a serial murderer who has already been acquired leave for such a reason, not to mention that it will pose a threat to Sherlock?" Lance sneered, "Now drive your car and go to the London Police Station and don't reveal any information .”

"But this is his game!"

"I don't think he minds making the game more interesting." Lance frowned, he didn't want to talk to this man any more.

The driver raised his voice sharply, "Do you know that I won't live long?" He glanced at Lance quickly, seeing Lance force himself to calm down with a scrutiny, "Three years ago, three years ago, My doctor told me there was something wrong with my body, an aneurysm, and God, I was down for a while."

Lance blinked twice, "Turn left ahead, thank you."

driver:"……"

"I've already figured out the way to the police station." Lance smacked his lips, "Go on."

driver:"……"

A gun was pressed against his forehead, and even a large movement of his hand would be suppressed. The driver was so angry that he couldn't do anything. The vehicle stopped not far from the police station, and Lance pulled the gun hard. Pushing forward, the driver lowered his eyes.

"Tsk." Lance sneered, reached out and peeled off the photo pasted on the car, "Do as I say."

The driver's gaze stayed on the photo in Lance's hand for a long time, and finally he opened the car door with his shoulders on his shoulders and walked out.

Lance sat in the car with a sullen face and watched him step by step into the police station, then squinted his eyes, took white gloves from the windbreaker pocket, fumbled around and got out of the car.

The wind was a bit strong, and it hurt my face when it blew. I pulled up the collar and sighed. Realize that you are actually a tragic hero, and now you have finally escaped from the enemy's lair, and if you insist on walking home, the revolution will win.

What a mess!

In fact, I walked several streets. As I said earlier, fortunately, Lance had already figured out the way to the police station, so it took some time to walk, but he did not encounter such a situation as getting lost. Lance almost returned to his residence. He fell asleep directly on the thick blanket.

Waking up the next morning, Lance habitually logged on to Twitter and posted the latest updates.

It is also lucky not to add r: good morning

This Twitter account was re-applied, and it was also an unknown one. Most of the tweets were greetings, which were not eye-catching. Lance felt pretty good.

After washing up, Lance took a box of milk from the refrigerator and ate breakfast with the leftover bread from yesterday. He felt unsatisfied, but there was no other way. He walked a long way last night, even though he was up now. Still don't want to move.

Moving the chair in the room to the window, Lance opened the curtains a little bit, and then sat on the chair and looked at the bustling streets of London. Things like time always go by very fast inadvertently, as if After waiting for Lance to come back to his senses for a while, more than two hours have passed.

Lance gets a text from John.

It probably means that Lance wants to be a guest on Baker Street, for the regret of last night.

Lance grinned and replied to John that he would be more than happy.

They seemed to have greeted Mrs. Hudson, so it was no surprise that the kind landlady smiled sweetly at him when he knocked on the door.

"Honey! I'm so happy, so many young people have come to my house at once, it hasn't been like this for a long time!" Mrs. Hudson's mouth has not been pulled down, "Oh, it seems that you also know Sherlock is actually a good boy!"

"um, he's a good guy." Lance felt that his evaluation was relatively objective, "I personally think it's not bad."

These words made Mrs. Hudson even happier, "Oh, come in, my dear! John just went to the supermarket, you go up and chat with Sherlock, yesterday they didn't know why they didn't sleep together... ..."

Lance shook his fingers, and calmly smiled at Mrs. Hudson, who had already begun to complain, "That's really bad."

"Yes!" Mrs. Hudson's eyes lit up, "I think so too, dear, what do you need to drink?"

"Coffee and two candies!" Shouted Sherlock from upstairs.

Mrs. Hudson paused, then turned to the stairs, "Sherlock! I'm not your housekeeper! You'd better receive your friends yourself!"

Lance: "Thanks for the lemonade, I'm still a little groggy since I woke up this morning."

"Oh, yes." Mrs. Hudson nodded, turned around and walked into the inner room. Halfway through the walk, she suddenly turned around with a serious expression, "I'm not their housekeeper dear."

"Of course." Lance grinned and walked upstairs quickly.

Sherlock was lying on the sofa. If it weren't for the fact that his legs had already exposed a part of the sofa, he was so thin and buried in it. It would be hard to see. The young man wrapped his head with a quilt, and only his eyes were exposed. He was staring at the ceiling outside, and it was a bit weird to see his appearance clearly.

Lance sat down on the sofa next to him, "Forgive me for being impolite, I don't think you have the time to talk to me now."

"Why." Sherlock blinked.

"I thought you knew." Lance frowned slightly, "John invited..."

"Why did he turn himself in? There are still medicines left." Sherlock continued to murmur.

Lance raised his eyebrows, "Why surrender?"

"What is the reason? Is there a third party coercion or something? Why would such a person turn himself in?"

Lance lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to check the news in the morning. After seeing reports that the suspect in four consecutive suicide cases had surrendered to the London police station last night, he was a taxi driver, and the suspect also voluntarily confessed Said that he used this method to retaliate against society because he was found out three years ago that he would not live long.

"What do you think?" Sherlock sat up suddenly, "The air is suddenly much fresher."

"um..."

"I don't need nonsense, I'm different from those goldfish, quickly use your knowledge to help me analyze!" Sherlock took a deep breath, "There is a person, there is a person!"

Lance raised his eyebrows, "Thank you for not telling that Sergeant Lestrade my identity."

"Oh..." Sherlock raised his finger.

Lance shrugged his shoulders, "Today is a good day, as the report said, the murderer is a taxi driver, the hope of life is... um was strangled by the doctor three years ago, life already has such The dangerous person either escapes without letting his family know or tries his best to get warmth from his family. Since he will force people to commit suicide, he should be avoiding his family. It can be said that he has just found a way to release pressure. When someone dies in front of him, there is probably a kind of thought of "Although I will not live long, but I know my own fate, but the death of you healthy people is in my hands", which will give him spiritual satisfaction. "He paused for a while, "It stands to reason that such a person is actually very life-threatening, because he has witnessed a lot of deaths, even if he has adjusted his state at the beginning, he still panics when the god of death approaches. Is it because I feel that my life is precious, and long-term control of other people's life and death will also increase my desire to control, and let him waste the little time he has left in prison...Of course this may be a mockery of the police, but I It is more likely that this kind of person will do a bigger case and then deliberately release some clues, which can be better ridiculed."

"He may have chosen to surrender under some circumstances where he had to succumb. The other party must have some clues about him."

Lance sighed, "Is that what you want me to say?"

"Good" Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Psychology."

"And your deductive method are two entry points." Lance clapped his hands, "Is there anything else I don't know?"

Sherlock pulled the sheet over him, "He has two children, he walked into the police station by himself, I didn't find anything about his family in his car, the pink phone was there but it was missing His family's things, but he has a family!"

"Besides, we didn't find any other person's fingerprints or anything else in the car." Sherlock lowered his head, "That person, there was a person sitting in the passenger seat at the time, and he asked him to turn himself in, but he erased himself safely." Traces of it existed and left, but the London police didn't find it!"

Lance tapped his fingers on the table, "So your interest now turns to that mysterious what, who?"

Sherlock scratched his curly hair, "A little bit."

Lance sighed, "I think it's a little dangerous, after all, you're even..."

"John will be back soon!" Sherlock stood up suddenly, wrapped in a sheet and walked to his room, ignoring Lance's meaning.

Lance touched his nose and praised his acting skills.