[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

When Lance woke up in the morning, his waist was soft, and the people around him had disappeared. He put on the bathrobe that was thrown on the floor last night and stood barefoot on the floor. Suddenly, he was glad that his bedroom hadn't had time to be carpeted. At this time, open the curtains, look at the distance, and then light a cigarette, it will be more artistic.

The phone was in the drawer, and when Lance turned around to take it, Rhett just pushed the door open, "I bought breakfast." Rhett raised the breakfast bag in his hand, "Can I eat it in the room?"

Lance glanced at him, then lowered his head and pressed his phone, as if he didn't want to ignore him.

Rhett felt innocent again and felt that he deserved what he deserved, so he pursed his lips and put the breakfast belt on the small table in the room.

Lance had already texted Moritia, and just waiting for his reply, he tightened his bathrobe tightly.

"I bought milk," Rhett whispered, "and cereal."

Lance stared at the text message returned on the phone for a while, then turned his head to look at Rhett, "I don't like cereal."

Rhett was taken aback, "You can use milk..."

"I hate cereal with milk."

Rhett was at a loss for a moment, "What do you want to eat, Noah?"

Lance shook his head, "I don't want to eat today. If you are hungry, eat some yourself. I will make an appointment with my friends here. If there is no accident, we will have dinner together tomorrow."

Rhett nodded, "It's the John Watson I met yesterday."

"There's another big detective." Lance couldn't help rubbing his head when he thought of Sherlock, "It won't be long after you come here that another person will come over for a routine conversation."

Rhett pursed his lips, "Is it troublesome?"

"Some." Lance didn't want to hide it from him now, "You probably know the identity of Moritia, and I thought you could get away, and now it seems a little naive." Lance raised his phone, "He has arranged a suspended animation for you, and I have to say that he did it very quickly and beautifully."

Rhett's eyes widened almost immediately, full of disbelief.

"My original plan was to go back directly after finishing the business here if I didn't die." Lance explained, "And my friends here are limited to three people who live in 211b Baker Street. One is John Watson, a military doctor who is now retired, one is his landlord, Mrs. Hudson, and one is his current rent sharer, his cohabitant, Sherlock Holmes, the great detective I said, and A detective in the ordinary sense is different. He provides his own insights to the police just for pleasure. According to our case analysis, such a person will definitely embark on the path of high IQ crime.”

"He didn't," Rhett said firmly. "You don't hate him."

"Of course." Lance showed a wonderful smile, "Who would hate Holmes? But the more important point is that he has an older brother who is very powerful in the government, and he loves his older brother very much."

Rhett blinked twice, "Yeah."

"We are friends now, but also competitors." Lance continued, "But Sherlock should not have discovered the existence of Moritia until now. Every time Moritia provides criminal counseling, something will happen. Cases involving more than three human lives can definitely arouse Sherlock's interest."

Rhett moved his seat.

"Now he will increase the difficulty of the game because of the addition of personnel." Lance is more concerned about this, "Hiss—I don't think I will want to participate in any cases after this."

Rhett lowered his head in silence and flipped through the breakfast bag, took out a piece of bread, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed.

Seeing his appearance, Lance didn't want to say anything more. After a pause, he put down his phone and went to the bathroom by himself.

God knows what he needs now is to take a good bath, and if possible, he also hopes that Detective Holmes will not take his servant to his house for a day trip now!

Lance obviously knows Sherlock quite well. He is always very rude to familiar people, so when Lance came out of the shower and changed into a set of home clothes, he went downstairs to find Rhett. Saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa drinking coffee with his legs crossed.

Rhett sat opposite him with a stiff face, and John talked to him very gently.

……

Feeling that there was something inappropriate in the picture, Lance dragged his slippers and approached.

"Noah." John raised his hand in greeting, "I'm sorry."

Lance accepted his apology with a nod and heard John continue, "Sherlock knew about Spencer as soon as I got back..."

"Dr. Reid." Reid said immediately, "I mean..." His shoulders slumped, and his expression was annoyed.

"Dr. Rhett." Lance answered, "He's not very used to more intimate addresses."

John touched his head in embarrassment, and the kind doctor obviously wanted to skip the topic, "Okay, I, I mean, Sherlock knew Dr. Reed as soon as I went back, you know I can't hide it from him , so I told him..."

"No no no——" Sherlock put down his coffee, crossed his hands under his chin, "Obviously I have already acted it out." He narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly and looked Lance up and down, "It's just that I think John needed someone to talk to at that time, and as a qualified roommate, I satisfied him." After he finished speaking, he grinned, looking very proud like a cat.

Rhett scratched his hair, "Noah, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Lance sat down on the other side. "I really have a vision. When I bought a sofa, I chose the big one."

"I have to say that you need to eat some food now, especially after having sex and taking a bath, if you don't eat the right amount..."

"Shut up Sherlock!" John almost yelled out of embarrassment.

Sherlock obviously didn't expect John to make such a big move, and was slightly frightened, but he quickly adjusted his mood and frowned slightly, "What did I say wrong?"

This expression is obviously not aware of the faux pas.

Reid blushed, "There is a restaurant downstairs, I'm going to buy some seafood porridge." He walked out without waiting for the others to react.

Lance saw him walking so quickly as if he was followed by a dog, and he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only focus back on the two uninvited guests, "I thought social etiquette had already Ming said a lot of other people's private things, it's not suitable to say it face to face."

"b!" Sherlock pressed his temples with both hands, "Social etiquette."

He rolled his eyes, "You said his IQ is 187."

"Yes." Lance nodded and leaned back slightly, "If you don't believe me, you can test it yourself. Of course, if you want to listen, I can list the honors and talents he has won now. The list, and sent to John's mailbox in the evening."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

John: "Why my mailbox?"

Please read carefully what the author has to say

The author has something to say: it's almost the end of the due date, and I'm in a hurry to do my homework.

And the day before yesterday I smeared and wrote a very subtle rou...

After I finished writing, I also looked at it, and felt that...it needs to be studied.

Anyway, now is the harmony period, I started to think about posting on Weibo, after thinking about it, I applied for a mailbox, and there was a txt file in the draft, and I pasted it in the text.

Girls who can see it, go and see for yourself.

Take it easy.No rush.The emotional drama in the main text is almost done, now let's shift the focus to the case.

the following:

account number:

Password: rourou

In the draft, you can enter your own email address and send it yourself. I don’t know how to send emails, and I don’t care about those who ask for meat and leave emails in comments. If the email is accidentally deleted by some girl, Leave me a message on Weibo and I will do it again, crack down on the period, okay?