[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Mrs. Hudson took the tray and went upstairs, and put the coffee and lemonade on the table, "Oh, Sherlock is playing a little temper again, isn't he?"

Lance paused holding the lemonade, looked in the direction of Sherlock's bedroom, and nodded helplessly, "You're right ma'am."

"Oh, have you asked about him and John? It's not good to quarrel like this." Mrs. Hudson was still worried.

"Arguing can improve the relationship, you know ma'am." Lance tried his best to control his facial expression.

"Yes yes! My dear, you are so considerate, enjoy your lemonade." Mrs. Hudson smiled and suddenly raised the volume, "Sherlock! The coffee is ready!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went downstairs. Lance drank lemonade for a while, and Sherlock had already changed his clothes and came out of the bedroom. He sat on the sofa and took a sip of coffee. The young man was very quiet at this time. It also looks very handsome.

Sherlock put down his glass, "You are very good at persuading people."

"This is related to my previous job." Lance raised his eyebrows, "Can you guess why I left country a and came to England?"

Sherlock looked at Lance, then relaxed and leaned back on the sofa, without any intention of answering Lance.

Lance rolled his eyes. At this moment, he heard the sound of someone going upstairs. He didn't hide it, and there was a deliberate stomping in it. It seemed that the person going upstairs was not in a good mood.

"Damn it!" The visitor muttered softly, although he couldn't hear the words behind, but the curse was heard clearly by Lance and Sherlock without hindrance.

Lance hooked his lips, "What did you do to him?"

Sherlock shrugged, "I didn't get any more information other than knowing that he is in a bad mood."

The two were talking, and John had already appeared at the door panting. He saw that Lance was obviously taken aback, and then scratched his hair angrily and threw the bag on the sofa, "God, Noah Have you arrived yet?"

Lance took a sip of his lemonade. "Looks like I can go out now and pretend I just got here if you don't want to."

"..." John was silent for a moment, "I just forgot, I mean I encountered something that annoyed me."

Lance & Sherlock: "Obviously."

John choked, "My God!"

"Did you quarrel with someone in the supermarket?" Lance put down the cup and made a childish boxing motion, "Is there a difficult person? You know that the society of ordinary people is different from the army. Discipline Sex is not strict."

"No!" John felt like he was about to collapse, "I actually just had an argument with the automatic payment machine in the supermarket!"

"..." Lance felt like he was hallucinating.

"Oh..." Sherlock didn't react much, he just raised his head slightly to look John from head to toe and pouted, "Mine is stuck in the clothes, you can use it."

John was taken aback, "What?"

"He means……"

"Shut up Noah! I know what he means!"

Lance picked up his glass and continued drinking lemonade.

John pursed his lips, his eyes flickered, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief, "Okay Sherlock, I will pay you back."

Since John just quarreled with the machine in the supermarket and didn't bring back what he needed to buy, the only thing he can do now is to see what else is in the refrigerator that can be taken out for entertainment.

Lance smiled when he saw John's figure entering the kitchen, "You shouldn't have said it so bluntly."

"Like what you're doing now?"

"That's right." Lance nodded, "What was the topic just now?"

Sherlock's eyes suddenly sharpened, "You are a policeman, you have a successful career, you are very careful, you have wisdom different from other goldfish, you know how to hide yourself, and you are good at making friends with ordinary people, you have a sense of rejection towards the opposite sex but You are not gay." He exudes a kind of self-confidence, "but you have a gay person, your dress and behavior show that you have a good family education, and the education you have received is even higher than that of many elites. But you After leaving Country A and coming here, you won’t have any dissatisfaction in life, so it can only be at work, and I can be sure that you must be missing in Country A, a spy or..."

"Strategic transfer." Lance interrupted the young man, "Are you going to send me to prison?"

"Why?" Sherlock asked back, spreading his hands, "You haven't done anything here, and I rarely meet people who can communicate with me without barriers."

He was right.

It can be seen that Sherlock is not a person who can relax. He is born with a rebellious gene, but he can sit on the sofa without moving for a long time, which is very contradictory.

John brought out a plate of small biscuits and put them in front of Lance, "Sorry, there is nothing to eat at home now."

Lance nodded, "I can tell." He paused, "But what about your lunch? Takeaway?"

John nodded, "That's the only way. There are no fresh ingredients in the refrigerator...in the kitchen..."

"There are a pair of eyeballs in the microwave, John, remember to take them out when you use them." Sherlock stood up suddenly, sat on the chair in front of the table, picked up the newspaper at hand and read it.

Lance: "..."

"You have a funny look on your face."

Lance thought for a while and raised his voice, "Because I have handled cannibalism cases before, I have some conditioned reflexes."

John was tidying up the kitchen when he heard Lance's words shaking his hands and almost threw out the can with eyeballs in his hand just now. He felt more helpless, but it didn't feel too bad to be joking like this, probably the speaker There is no malicious reason.

In his heart, John labeled Lance similar to Sherlock. In the eyes of the poor doctor, as long as he was a genius, he would have some problems in character.

Like Sherlock.

Like Sherlock.

Like... Sherlock.

Now there is one more example, such as Lance.

"Cannibalism is also a kind of culture." Sherlock commented, "But in my opinion, it is not useful knowledge. It has obviously been derailed from modern society for a long time."

"Probably." Lance didn't intend to quarrel with Sherlock in this regard, "Although I think this culture is actually quite common."

Sherlock raised his chin slightly, glanced at John who was still in the kitchen, but lowered his voice deliberately, "You mean you know or even know some cannibals?"

"I'm more used to calling them criminals." Lance also lowered his voice, "And I don't think John can hear us speaking in a normal tone, otherwise he should have come from the kitchen when you guessed that I was a spy." Jump out and shoot me in the weak head."

"What are you talking about? Who shot it?" John came out with a jar of eyeballs. "I have to say, Sherlock, you have to find a place for me to put this thing, and I don't want to see it in the kitchen next time." Appear these!"

Lance saw the jar in John's hand and the two terrifying eyeballs inside at a glance. The bright information of the two people made him want to cover his eyes.

"It's been a while since I've seen anything like this."

John moved the can aside, "You seem to have a little reaction."

"Don't be like this, John, I'm about to become the owner of a comic book house, I don't want to see such bloody and cruel things in the real world!" Lance pretended to be scared, and hugged his arm, "And Compared with this, I am more concerned about what we are eating at noon today, and God knows that this is also the first time I am a guest at someone's house."

John deliberately placed the jar in front of him, "God knows it's also the first time I've received a guest like you here."

"Are you playing house? Put away such childish actions, my train of thought has already been disturbed by you." Sherlock protested dissatisfiedly, "John, I want to eat a sandwich."

Lance turned his face away and didn't want to look at the two eyeballs held by John, "God knows who is naive!"

"At least I'm not afraid of corpses."

"So I will open a manga house in the future!"

"Hey, hey, girls, please don't make noise, otherwise Mrs. Hudson will be disturbed." John turned around and put the jar on the back shelf, after thinking about it, he carefully took a book in front of it, "I hope this will give you some peace of mind."

Lance: "Mrs. Hudson just asked if you had a fight because you didn't sleep together last night."

"Noah, you know it!"

"That's true, but Mrs. Hudson seems to have decided so, and I believe that all the ladies who will have afternoon tea with Mrs. Hudson in the near future will know that you are a very loving couple." Lance As he spoke, he grinned at Sherlock, teasingly, "Perhaps as she said, I will attend your wedding soon."

"No!" John shook his head, "God, Sherlock, you and I have to clarify, we must clarify! Why does everyone who knows you think I'm your boyfriend! This is terrible!"

Sherlock was unmoved, "Even if I told them, they wouldn't believe it."

John seemed to be recalling the experience of just a dozen hours, and his face suddenly turned gray, "You're right."

"Does anyone remember what we had for lunch today?" Lance thought it was interesting to add confusion, "But to be honest, I'm actually much more handsome than you, John, but people immediately think that Sherlock's boyfriend is you instead of me This shows that you and Sherlock are really in harmony."

John sighed, "That's because you're not his roommate."

Lance picked up the glass again.

That's because no one else could have been Sherlock Holmes' roommate, Dr. Watson.

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