[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

When Rhett came back, he just felt that the atmosphere was not right, but he thought he was not that familiar with Sherlock and John, so he ran to Lance, because Lance was sitting on a single sofa, and he stood there, looking at them from the corner of his eyes from time to time. A glance at Sherlock.

Sherlock was squinting at the coffee cup on the table.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" John was slightly embarrassed.

"He's worried about me." Lance narrowed his eyes.

Rhett was obviously worried about Lance, and more than anything else, he wanted to know where he could put the porridge he bought now.

"Noah, would you like to eat a little?"

Sherlock raised his right hand and tapped his chin lightly, obviously still immersed in his own world.

Lance still felt that he had no appetite, but he softened his heart when he saw Rhett's pitiful appearance.

The taste of seafood porridge is not very good, as expected in the country of dark cuisine, Lance is holding a plastic bowl and drinking the porridge one bite at a time, while thinking that it is time to smuggle some instant noodle seasoning packets to the UK, while distracting his thoughts What is Sherlock thinking now.

Of course, it has to be said that Sherlock's thinking level should be too deep, and Lance unfortunately failed to see what was hidden behind the big detective's expression.

"How does it taste?" Rhett stood by and watched Lance take a sip of porridge.

"Don't buy from this store next time." Lance commented, then sighed, "Forget it, I'll take you to eat in the future."

Rhett's eyes lit up.

Lance put down the plastic bowl, "A few days ago, you came here just to drink my coffee. I thought 211b wasn't so poor that you wanted to come to my house to drink coffee."

Sherlock took a deep breath, "Of course, I'm just interested in the genius you mentioned."

"Do you think you have a common language?" Lance smiled a little unkindly, "It seems that you are disappointed."

"Yes." Sherlock didn't refute, "He's not in the same field as me. What's important is that he's very interested in literature."

"He has conquered many fields, and literature is only a little dabbled in. You will still have a common language in other fields."

John blinked his eyes twice, he was dizzy, and felt that living between two people whose brain circuits were flying in the sky was a very brain-consuming thing, the gentle doctor sighed in his heart, but did not let himself reveal With a blank expression, he lowered his head and drank tea hard.

However, he was relieved to see the undisguised blankness on his friend's boyfriend's face.

Lance went on to say, "If he's already used chemistry, mathematics, engineering Ph.D., and has psychology, sociology, BA in Philosophy."

John: "..."

"In addition, the little doctor's marksmanship is also good." Several times in actual combat, he shot in the head!

Rhett: "..."

Sherlock seemed a little happier when he heard it, he raised his chin, "At least there are still some useful things."

After that, John told Lance some recent developments in order to relieve the awkward atmosphere. For example, he and Sherlock finally established another relationship besides cohabitants-employment. He is now concerned about putting Sherlock's credit card in his pocket. There is no more psychological burden, after all, there is his salary in it, and Sherlock's nanny fee.

"I have to correct it." Sherlock interrupted him, "Before we established a relationship, you still took my credit card to invite a woman to watch a Chinese drama."

"That's drama, Sherlock! And I'm talking borrow! borrow!"

Sherlock was puzzled, "Is there a difference?"

Seeing that the embarrassed doctor was about to jump up and beat someone up, Lance quickly waved his hand, "I'm not interested in the little conflicts between boys, what I'm more interested in is watching a Chinese drama with my sister and what happened? "

John scratched his hair, then looked at Rhett who stood behind Lance and stared at him for a second, "I went to watch a Chinese drama with Sarah, and it happened that a smuggling case happened That's all."

Sherlock paused with his fingers, then picked up the cup nonchalantly.

"The coffee is cold, Mr. Sherlock." Lance reminded, "And John, did you reach out to your former boss when you got a new job?"

John's face flushed slightly, "She's beautiful."

"I haven't heard from you about this case, and you haven't written about it on your blog."

"I'm already tidying up." John straightened up subconsciously, "And I was going to tell you yesterday."

Unexpectedly, there was an accident and a guest came.

'Accident' raised his head again and looked at him with very blank and innocent eyes.

John coughed dryly and looked away.

The cohabitants who established a new relationship left shortly after staying at Lance's house. It seems that Sherlock put something in the pot before he came. Now it's almost time to record the data.

Lance rubbed his waist and watched TV. After confirming that Lance would not drive him away, Reid found a book in the cabinet in the living room and curled up on the sofa to read it. He was wearing a It was still the same clothes as when he came here. Lance looked at the TV and then at him, but no matter how he looked at it, he still felt that the clothes were particularly intrusive.

Generally speaking, smart people don't like smart people because they feel that their status will be threatened, but at the same time, smart people like smart people best because they think that only each other can understand each other.

Lance knows and understands this sentence, but he doesn't want to agree with it, because he thinks that people who can agree with this sentence must need a psychiatrist, and what he hates most is a psychiatrist. Hiring a psychiatrist is not very good for his future.

But after two days of calm, when he received John's rescue message, Lance's first thought was whether to sacrifice his own future, send Sherlock Holmes to hell, and end Moriarty's game early. People are excited.

The two of them ran to Edinburgh, which has a long history and culture, without anyone knowing, and were trapped in a local old castle. The text message said that Sherlock had been knocked out by a ghost, but before he fainted, he said Don't tell Lestrade, so he texts Lance.

Lance: This time is enough to call the police, and doctor, you really listen to Sherlock too much.

It's okay to cross half of Great Britain to die, this god man is also drunk.

Thinking of this in his heart, Lance felt that the content of the text message was a bit funny, and he still found it funny when he looked at it carefully. Finally, he couldn't help but laugh and collapsed on the bed, and Rhett ran up from downstairs to read it when he heard the movement. When my boyfriend twitched like he had epilepsy.

Lance rubbed his eyes and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "My God, the little doctor packed some clothes and we are going out."

Rhett frowned.

"I don't know if it was Moriarty's handwriting, but since John and the others have already sent a text message for help, we have to go there as friends." Lance handed the phone to Rhett, "It looks very cool, haha Ha ha!"

Reid took all the content on the screen into his eyes, scratched his head and couldn't understand the content of the smile, but seeing Lance's smile, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and felt a little more relaxed.

Lance turned around and continued to laugh. While shaking his shoulders, he found a backpack and packed a piece of clothing. He sighed softly at an angle that Rhett couldn't see, and then laughed again.

There are many flights in London, and there are also many flights to Edinburgh. Reid made a little calculation and established the fastest route, but it still takes about two hours. Knowing the current situation of the two people, he is also a little worried.

Lance stuffed a candy into his mouth, "Don't worry about them, nothing will happen to Sherlock, and he can tell John to be careful before he is knocked unconscious by the ghost, John is I trust him too much, and John can still send me text messages on his mobile phone and provide such a detailed address. I suspect that this is just Sherlock wanting us to go on an 'adventure' with him or to witness his cleverness It's just a way."

Rhett pushed the candy in his mouth with his tongue, "Orange flavor."

"Master, what can you choose for a candy?" Lance sneered, "But I believe that one day Sherlock will lie to John, and John will be able to beat Sherlock unconscious just like what he said in the text message .”

Rhett froze for a moment, then turned his head in surprise, "Doctor Watson?"

Lance nodded.

Reid thought about the height ratio between the detective and the doctor again, and thought about their looks, but he was still a little dazed.

"You must know that John has been on the battlefield. He is a military doctor. It is very easy to beat a person unconscious." Lance smiled at the stewardess who came to him, "I'm sorry miss, please bring my boyfriend a glass of milk."

The stewardess stopped with a smile, heard Lance's request clearly, and asked gently how hot the milk was before turning and leaving.

A few minutes later, Rhett had a cup of hot milk in his hands. To be honest, he knew that in some respects he was like a child who hadn't grown up, but he didn't want to refuse every advance from Lance, which would make him Feel that the other party cares about him.

Edinburgh is a very ancient place, the epitome of British history and culture, and many places have ancient European style. This is one of the reasons why Lance smiled happily after reading the text message. You must know that for Sherlock For people whose minds are full of chemical formulas and logic problems, walking in this kind of place and listening to a culture that they don't appreciate at all is simply a kind of torture.

b! !

It can be considered embarrassing for him.

Hahaha!

The destination is an ancient castle, which seems to be very famous in the local area. At least Lance and Reid took a taxi to the vicinity. The driver refused to drive forward, so he got out of the car and walked for a while. On the way, he encountered some Local people, no one wants to talk to them after learning their destination.

"I think we are going to start an adventure puzzle game." Lance faintly excited.

Rhett: "..."

"God knows that besides the psychiatrist, the secret room of this ancient house is what I hate the most. As long as I go in, it will definitely end badly, and maybe I will meet mysterious creatures that can't be written in books." Lance stretched out his hand and broke it. own stamina, "I still have to go in knowing that there are risks, Sherlock really understands me."

Rhett: "..."

Lance smiled: "As a meeting ceremony, when I see Sherlock later, I have to give him a left uppercut. Little doctor, please help me figure out what kind of force I can use to knock him out without hurting him." To his fragile little head?"

Rhett: "..."

The author has something to say: The case is cleared up, and the adventure is deciphered. Bah, cough, adventure case, here I come~

Beat Sherlock~~~