[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

The simple visit was over, and Lance felt that it was quite a success except that the lunch was sponsored by Mrs. Hudson in the end.

Before leaving, the lovely landlady was still nagging about Sherlock and John, and the poor doctor almost went crazy. Although he wanted to suggest that he go around Baker Street twice, but he wanted to follow Xia Luo in the summer. It's not easy to get behind Locke, let's forget about running around.

God knows, when John is with Sherlock, it can be said that he has almost turned into a high-speed spinning top, which revolves around him.

Lance raised the firewood in his heart, and then thought that Sherlock had fallen into Moriarty's eyes, so he silently put down the torch.

Things in the manga house were going very smoothly. To become the owner of a manga house, it was enough to have enough funds and some small contacts, and speaking of this profession, there was enough free time and it would not arouse suspicion from others.

At least Lance felt pretty good about himself.

The understanding of this case really relieved some anxious London citizens. After all, it is not a happy thing to have an invisible threat buried around them. According to John, Sherlock went to the prison to see that The driver, the two seemed to be chatting about something, and Sherlock had a serious expression when he came out.

"Probably asking why you want to kill someone?" Lance suggested.

John's eyes widened and he looked at the young man who was drinking coffee. Behind him was a huge wooden shelf with many models on it, "Are you crazy? Sherlock never cared about this!"

Lance scooped a spoonful of sugar with a small spoon and poured it into the coffee cup, then pretended to be elegant and stirred the coffee trying to make it froth, "I know, John, don't you see that I'm cooperating with you?"

"Hmph," John curled his lips, "but he died shortly after Sherlock and I left."

Lance raised his head with his hand, "Dead?"

"Yes." John nodded, "Said he swallowed the spoon."

"..." Lance swallowed, "Let's change the subject, what have you been doing lately?"

John coughed dryly when he heard the words, and seemed a little nervous, "Ah, some, I'm writing something on my blog."

"Huh?" Lance remembered that Dr. Watson of Sherlock in the original book would write every case of Sherlock, "Is it about Sherlock?"

"Hey, yes." John was a little shy. "Although he also has a blog, he doesn't know how to write his own stories. I just need to write something. I can choose the cases and reasoning handled by Sherlock."

"Written about this case?"

"Actually, this case is the beginning." John said, "I just wrote a little bit, but because the prisoner turned himself in, Sherlock said he turned himself in because someone threatened him, but the police didn't have any clues about that person. Sherlock was involved. It’s not too much, so I’m also thinking about it or I won’t write this.”

Lance raised his eyebrows, "This is the first case you have encountered since you lived together. Are you going to give up on such a memorable case?"

John was silent, and his lips were also pursed, obviously thinking about it, "But..."

"Sherlock may not always be successful." Lance rolled his eyes.

"You're right." John breathed a sigh of relief, "But in fact, Sherlock is also very powerful in daily life, oh, by the way, do you mind if I mention you in my blog?"

Lance chuckled, "If you don't want to be approached by Interpol, it's best not to write about me. It's worth mentioning that I'm using my real name now, and I'm actually quite dangerous."

John: "..."

John didn't know if Lance was joking, but since he said so, he wouldn't list the new friend.

The doctor on the other side is also a wonderful person. He has the temperament of a soldier and is courageous but at the same time can make people feel gentle and harmless. Fortunately, Moriarty is not very interested in him, but he can't stand it. He is now tied to Sherlock.

"Is there something on my face?" John asked.

Lance shrugged, "No, I just praised you in my heart. Speaking of which, you and Sherlock have only known each other for three...three days?"

"Yes." John continued, "Oh, I know what you're going to say about Noah! But me, and Sherlock! Absolutely! Absolutely..."

"OK, ok, ok." Lance quickly interrupted him, "I know, I know, don't worry, I know you and Sherlock are definitely not in a relationship, you just think his ideas are wonderful, to him It's just a little worship."

"..." John was silent, he found that he couldn't deny it, "so"

The doctor's expression was a little stiff.

"I mean, you and Sherlock have only known each other for such a short time, but you already know him very well." Lance pointed his finger at the table, "Even when we chat together, we never leave him, John, you Have you already regarded Sherlock as the center of your world?"

John sat on his seat and watched the water vapor slowly rising from the cup in front of him. He let out a long sigh of relief when the coffee was getting cold. He thought for a long time, "You're right." He said, There was a trace of relief in his tone, "I've put Sherlock in a rather special position."

Lance looked him in the eye. "You think you need him."

"Honestly." John smiled, "You are much better than a psychiatrist."

Lance frowned, "Because they talk to you for treatment, but I communicate with you on an equal footing. No one wants to be sick."

John didn't continue the topic just now, and Lance wouldn't hold on to it, but he received a text message from Sherlock a while later, and he seemed a little anxious.

"Sherlock said he needed me." John raised his phone, "There must be some trouble."

"Well." Lance also felt that the meeting would be over since then, "I bet he texted you because he was lying on the sofa and didn't want to get up to get himself a newspaper."

John didn't believe it. He firmly believed that Sherlock had a very urgent and very important matter. He didn't even eat the small biscuits that Lance bought specially. He stood up and took a sip of the cold coffee, successfully wrinkled his face It was only in a ball that it shivered, and then left.

Lance smacked his mouth twice, watched John's figure gradually walk away in the cold wind, heaved a long sigh, and stuffed the remaining biscuits into his mouth.

There was a new text message displayed on the mobile phone that was placed aside. Lance glanced at it and felt that the biscuit in his mouth was a bit bitter.

Facts have proved that Lance's deduction is not wrong. What is waiting for John is not such a thing as saving Sherlock. Uncle Holmes just keeps urging him because he is bored.

But it doesn't matter, it won't be boring soon.

On the outskirts of the city, a passer-by found a girl lying on the side of the road. She was dead when she was found. She was wearing a heavy dress, which was layered and very beautiful. Her face was painted with thick and coquettish colors. It looks like the legendary vampire aristocrat.

The body also became cold and stiff because the blood was no longer flowing. In addition, the appraisal department did not find residual fingerprints or other fibers that did not belong to the dress on the corpse.

This made the police feel a little tricky, but they quickly confirmed the girl's identity. She was just a girl who was still in high school. It is said that she went to a party last night and told her family that she would stay at a friend's house until noon. The child still didn't have any phone calls home. The mother was a little anxious, so she called and asked to find out that the girl didn't go to the party that night.

Lance leaned on the car door and looked at the curly-haired monster squatting in front of the corpse and studying it with complicated eyes.

Forgive him!Now Sherlock is just a curly-haired monster who can make fun of people in his eyes.

"Sherlock said that your presence would help him think more clearly." John rubbed his nose trying to defend his roommate.

Lance sneered, "Then he must have said the same thing to you."

John turned his head almost immediately, with disbelief in his tone, "How do you know that!"

"..." It's over, I feel like I'm about to cry.

Sherlock lay on the ground studying the girl's makeup, looking very focused as if he didn't hear the conversation between the other two.

"Hey! Sherlock, you have to tell me what you found!" Lestrade waved his hands. There was a man and a woman standing beside him, looking very much like two door gods.

"Obviously, obviously!" Sherlock murmured, "A car."

"A car?" Donavan folded his hands and called out, "Can you see a car from the corpse?"

Anderson next to him sneered cooperatively, "Maybe he asked her to tell him."

With a dazed look on his face, John heard Sherlock calling him, "John, come here, I need your help."

John Responsive H. Watson immediately responded to the call, rubbing his legs and passed by. He squatted down, carefully pressed his body against the girl's cheek and looked left and right, "There are no bruises on the face, and there are small wounds on the neck. Two sharp... um?"

Then the girl's hands, "Hands are very clean, nails have just been maintained."

Then he rolled up the sleeve on the girl's wrist, "There are no bruises on the arm and it's clean... Wait, there are many small sharp wounds on the arm like the neck."

Lance turned around and looked at the slightly desolate place around him. There were no tall trees, not even a monitor. It is said that it would take about 6 minutes to drive to the nearest house.

It's remote, with few people, no monitoring, and a good place to dump the body.