[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

Sherlock is a very casual person. When he suddenly wants to do something, he will immediately put it into action. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as a performance of bravery and fearlessness. John regards him as a forward indicator, and his loyalty is beyond words .

Even though Sherlock pulled him out early in the morning just to come here for a cup of coffee.

"You don't have to work today?" Lance tilted his head, "I thought you wouldn't give the sheriff the exact suspect, so they should still be slowly investigating according to the clues you provided, if they haven't been able to get detailed contacts If there is a list, the suspect is likely to be excluded."

Sherlock waved his hand and said that he didn't care, "You need to adapt to the speed of the Scotland Yard police's handling of cases. After all, I have always doubted how they pass the test with their IQ."

"IQ doesn't explain everything." Lance laughed. "My boyfriend's IQ is 178. In my eyes, he is still like a child in many ways."

John nodded in agreement, "Sherlock is the same and my working hours today are in the afternoon."

Lance didn't deny this, even if John had to work all day, but as long as Sherlock asked, he would definitely return to Sherlock's side as soon as possible.

"Honestly, John." Lang paused, "Have you ever thought about trying to develop another relationship with Sherlock?"

"...What...what!" John's hands shook, and he didn't know why his throat felt a little tight, "I..."

Lance frowned, "Seriously, Sherlock should be on call, as far as I know, you haven't been to work many times this week, believe me, there is no job that requires a An employee who is guaranteed to work normally, and Sherlock should want you to act as an assistant when he has you by his side."

John coughed dryly, "Yes, of course."

"Your relationship basically has friends, cohabitants, so it's okay to hire the role of assistant. I believe Sherlock also needs a partner who can't concentrate on anything else."

John's eyeballs kept rolling, and he had to admit that he was persuaded, just a few words.

Sherlock continued to drink his coffee as if nothing had happened.

"His card sits with you, poor boy."

"Why do you know so much?!"

Lance almost rolled his eyes, "God knows why you blog about your daily moments with Sherlock."

"..."

Sherlock still ignored them, as if he just saw the file at this moment, he picked it up and turned a few pages, then threw it on the table, "It's so convenient, oh, b~"

"..." John rubbed his eyebrows, feeling his heart beating.

It has to be said that because of the existence of Sherlock Holmes, the police officers of Scotland Yard have a rather delicate ability to handle cases. Only the incompetence of the police can make it appear that the world needs Holmes quite a lot.

So by the time the police locked down the suspect, the woman had already gone to the other side of the country.

Lance sat in his comic book room and poured coffee for John, then calmly listened to his whining.

"I can't believe that the two of you ignored the suspect even though you knew about it! Especially Sherlock, is it difficult to send a text message to Lestrade? Is it difficult?" the young man posted with soft hair On the forehead, if you don't look at his current expression, he probably feels like a good old man.

"I'm innocent." Lance shook his head, "I don't want the police to suspect me."

John paused, as if remembering his friend's identity, he breathed out viciously, "Sherlock is wrong!"

"Second." Lance had no objection to this.

"Dingling~" the small wind chime on the manga house rang for a while, because most of Lance's manga houses are stocked with comic books of his own taste, most of them are Japanese manga, the British gentlemen don't seem to be very interested, so Except for some young people who pursue novelty, not many people care about it.

Lance felt that his manga house could be regarded as a cultural place anyway, and installing a wind chime probably had a little bit of artistic conception.

"Welcome, pick your own manga, you can read it here, and buy it if you like it." Lance moved his fingers, then raised his head to look at the visitor.

This is a man wearing a warm brown windbreaker. His hair is a little long and hangs obediently on both sides of his ears. His cheeks are a little sunken and even his eyes are very deep. Stand at the door.

He stared at Lance motionlessly.

Lance raised his eyebrows and smiled unexpectedly, "Spencer."

John turned his head almost immediately, and saw the young man standing at the door, he had heard the name from Lance.

Reid couldn't bear to look away at all, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he could say in this situation.

Lance stood up and sighed, "Spencer Reed, my boyfriend, John, it seems that our small talk today is coming to an end."

John was taken aback, and quickly stood up, "Of course." He put away his ferocious expression and grinned friendlyly at Rhett, "I'm Noah's friend, nice to meet you."

Rhett said nothing.

John was a little embarrassed, "I'm John Watson..."

Lance patted John on the shoulder, "He's not good at interacting with others, don't mind."

John nodded, but he could still think about other things in his mind. For example, his friend's hands were trembling slightly. It seemed that there was something wrong, but judging from his usual words and deeds, he really liked his lover very much. Now of……

The confused John still dutifully did what a good friend should do, at least he left quietly.

The weather in London should be getting better.

Lance lowered his head and pushed John's coffee cup aside, then turned around and took out another cup from the counter, took a cup of water beside him and washed it carefully, then put it where it was just now, poured a cup Steaming coffee.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Lance pointed to John's seat just now, "Drink something hot, you look like a fawn eroded by the cold now."

Rhett didn't move.

"Spencer."

Rhett's lips moved, as if to say something, but Lance didn't hear clearly.

The coffee was hot, and it was absolutely heart-warming to drink. After sitting down, Reid held the cup and took a sip carefully. His pale face eased a lot. His fingers slid a few times on the edge of the cup, but he finally couldn't hold back. "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Lance: "..."

Rhett finally looked away from Lance, staring at the coffee cup in his hand.

"Did you bring your clothes?" Lance also lowered his eyes.

"No." Rhett replied, "my clothes are, someone else prepared them."

Lance paused, then took another sip from the cup as if nothing had happened, "Stay here for a while, and I'll show you around London."

Rhett nodded.

"Stay here for a while and go back." Lance suddenly felt a little irritable as he spoke. Before Rhett could answer, he stood up, went around the counter, grabbed Rhett's hand, and walked out the door.

Rhett was a little at a loss holding the cup.

Lance ignored him, left him outside the store, turned around and locked the door, and walked down the street holding his hand again.

Although the city of London is full of smog and sometimes affects the vision, it is also a good place to hide yourself. Lance silently took Rhett to several clothing stores and bought some sets of clothes for Rhett. When there were too many clothes, the cup in Reid's hand was already cold, and the coffee in it was already cold.

Reid hung his head and let Lance pull him. Lance didn't speak, so he didn't speak either, but just tightly grabbed the hand that was holding him.

Feelings are sometimes sweet and intoxicating, but sometimes they are a hindrance.

Lance took Rhett back to the house. He knew that his whereabouts must not have been exposed. People like Moriarty would not leave flaws in their work. From Rhett's words, it can be inferred that it is someone who clearly knows his whereabouts. Someone who helped Rhett get here.

This person can only be Moriarty, only Moriarty.

He didn't have the energy to take on someone who was Moriarty's equal.

"The slippers are in the shoe cabinet. You go upstairs to my room and take a shower." Lance rambled, "I will send the change of clothes up, and have a good sleep after washing."

"You're not happy." Rhett pursed his lips.

Lance twitched the corner of his mouth, "Who said that?" He turned his head, "We are lovers, and it's too late for me to be happy to meet in a foreign country!"

"I promised that person."

Lance turned around, "Go up to take a shower first, and then I'll play with you for a few days. You should not contact the team yet. After a while, we'll get bored and I'll contact you to let you go back to Country A."

"I promised that person!" Reid suddenly stiffened, and he tried to look like he didn't care, "He is very interested in me, if I participate in this game..."

"Enough!" Lance rubbed his eyebrows, "You should be very tired, go rest first, Spencer."

"I want to make it clear first!" Rhett shook his head.

"..." Lance was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around and grabbed the shopping bag on the sofa and threw it to the ground, "You fucking don't know what you're doing?!"

Rhett swallowed.

"It's enough for you to keep catching the criminals in Country A! Are you trying to get involved in this life-threatening game?!" Lance took a deep breath, "Do you know how dangerous it is? !"

"What about you?!" Apart from being frightened at first, Rhett's expression turned pale when he heard Lance's words, "Have you ever thought about how dangerous you are?!"

"I'm different from you, Spencer!" Lance's eyes widened, "We're different!"