[British and American Drama] The murderer is in sight

"Stairs?" John smacked his lips twice, "but there are no stairs here."

Lance nodded, "No, so the loophole we're looking for is well hidden."

John shrugged, "You said you could do it."

"Almost." Lance replied, "After all, my mood to go out can be said to have broken through the sky."

Reid couldn't help reaching out and tugging at the iron chain, and he let out a cautious sigh of relief after making sure that it was not moving.

Sherlock looked at him with folded arms, a sneer on his face, "If you're scared."

Rhett lowered his head, "I have a normal physiological reaction, Mr. Holmes."

"Wow~" Sherlock let out an exclamation of unknown meaning, then squatted down and carefully studied the new passage under his feet, "You are right, dr"

Reid had never missed his old teammates so much like this time now. He seemed to understand how his teammates felt when they faced him, but he was definitely not worse than Mr. Holmes, at least he didn't talk about ridicule.

"You're thinking about meaningless things again, doctor." Sherlock's eyes flashed.

"..." Reid didn't want to exchange feelings with the detective for the time being.

"Actually, I'm a little interested in your history." Sherlock added, but his attention was obviously still on the passage full of unknowns. He stretched out his hand and waved slightly above the passage, "It's not very wet. Ok, you guys In country a, there are obviously achievements that ordinary people cannot achieve in the field you work in, but you have come here."

Rhett narrowed his eyes warily.

"My initial opinion of Lance is that he has completed a certain task in the country and is now in a state of suspended animation protected by the government." Sherlock said slowly, "His um to you... should be called love, which makes me think you I don’t know that he is still alive, but when I saw you, although Lance’s performance was perfect, but you were dodging, why? The long-lost lover, oh, you don’t want to leave him, he is refusing you."

"Mr. Holmes, what we should do now is to get out of here." Reid interrupted Sherlock, "We will settle the matter between Noah and me."

"Of course." Sherlock stood up again, and he seemed to have compromised, "Of course you can solve your own affairs, but obviously your target is me, and Lance has never concealed this."

Rhett pursed his lips.

"For some reason, you came here because of me." Sherlock narrowed his eyes and was in a very good mood. "No matter what the reason is, it makes me a little happy."

Rhett: "..."

Sherlock doesn't like wasting time, although most of the time he finds life boring and time passing slowly.

After confirming that there was no weird smell in the passage, he looked back at Reid, then untied the watch on his hand and threw it down, and the sound of the watch falling almost immediately came from the ground.

"About [-] ​​feet." Rhett blinked. "Not very high."

"There is no sound of water." Sherlock jumped down without hesitation.

Reid stood at the entrance of the passage and stretched out his hand to gently press his heart.

Sherlock didn't make a sound after landing. Rhett was a little nervous, but still gritted his teeth and jumped down. It was dark below. Rhett seemed to have stepped on something when he landed, and something made a sound of glass breaking.

Rhett: "..."

Sherlock: "Wow."

Sherlock and Reid were not far away, and the light here was not good. Reid could only vaguely see Sherlock's figure. He was lying on the ground, and his tall body seemed to be a shadow.

Reid suddenly rejoiced that human eyes can't shine by themselves.

"Doctor." Sherlock fumbled something from the ground and put it in his pocket, then stood up, "You are standing on our lighting equipment."

Rhett groaned and moved his foot away. Without waiting for Sherlock to say anything, he consciously picked up the thing he stepped on just now. It was the watch that Sherlock dropped just now.

Rhett's face was a little hot, he stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek, "Sorry."

"Hmm~" Sherlock pulled the collar of his clothes, took the watch from Rhett's hand after two steps, turned it over and pressed it a few times, the side of the watch emitted a slightly dazzling white light, "It seems that we can't know the time accurately for the time being." It seems a bit regretful.

Rhett quietly breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Holmes, I'm sorry."

"I know." Sherlock adjusted the angle of the watch so that he could see the surrounding environment clearly, "From this darkness, we should have gone underground now, similar to a cellar, but judging from the humidity and ventilation , there must be other exits, and they are always open."

Rhett nodded, "Yes."

"You don't say anything?"

"Mr. Holmes said it all." Reid followed Sherlock's adjustment of the light angle and looked around. "There was a lot of movement when we came down just now. I don't know if Noah noticed it."

Sherlock drew a sharp breath.

"Noah also texted the detectives before we came in, and they should be here soon." Reid added, "I hope it's not too late."

Sherlock showed a smirk, but Rhett couldn't see it because of the light, "When they come, we can only finish it."