[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

"Iris, do you know how worried I am?!"

Meri stood at the door of the hotel, anxiously looking for the girl in the crowd.With sharp eyes, she saw Aerys in the crowd at once.Immediately letting go of her hanging heart, she picked up the girl and returned to the hotel. The dazed Iris could only wrap her arms around Merry's shoulders and watch the people on the street stretch their necks in the direction of the explosion.

"The last incident in Manhattan was a blessing, my God." Mei Li looked at the girl nervously, and said worriedly, "Are you okay? I heard that there was an explosion in the hospital. God, what happened recently? What's the matter?" Will it be so restless?"

"No, I just went out because something was left in the park and I went out to find it..." Iris tried to argue, but out of fear, Merry couldn't listen. She thought about what had happened recently, and she was determined to let her go. The idea of ​​girls going out less.

"Don't go out if you have nothing to do during this time." Seeing that Meri was so domineering, Iris could only agree with a timid face. She seemed reluctant, but there was a warm current in her heart.

"I'll let them express all the orders I need." Meili rummaged through the pile of newspapers and magazines, and finally sorted out the advertisement she had forgotten in the corner. At that time, the wholesaler told her that they offered home delivery. Serve.

It was almost time for dinner, but neither Sherlock nor John came back unexpectedly.

Iris had an ominous premonition in his heart, and this premonition was confirmed when he heard the police car parked at the door of the hotel.

Sherlock broke into the scene of the bombing alone, acting alone as excitedly as if he had taken drugs.Several attempts by the American police to stop him had no effect at all.

So now John is drinking tea with him at the police station.

Holding a search warrant, the police who came to collect the two people's personal luggage looked at Iris with a gloating expression.Are the two at odds with their landlord?Considering the guy in the police station who caused a lot of trouble, he secretly guessed.

#伊莉斯说She's just pity what happens next#

"Your two guests are now involved in the bombing in the hospital," the tall detective kindly talked to Meri. The most suspicious person so far. If you find any clues, please contact us as soon as possible.”

"You mean Sherlock and John?" Merry opened his mouth wide, apparently in disbelief.Living with her for a few days has been safe and sound, and the two of them are foreign tourists, are they terrorists? "Could it be a mistake? John is a nice man. Although Sherlock has a weird temper, he listens to his boyfriend's advice. What's more, they are British tourists who come to visit. There is no reason for them to commit crimes in the United States, isn't there?"

The detective didn't say anything, but carefully recorded Meri's remarks and also obtained evidence from Iris. The two can only guarantee that the case is still under investigation, and Sherlock's statement cannot be ruled out based on what Iris and Meri said. and John's suspicion.

At this time, Sherlock, who was sitting in the detention room, had a stinky face, not because the American police detained him, but because he thought of it, he couldn't take over this case, and even had to rely on his most hated brother to get out of this case as soon as possible. fact.

John was very cooperative with the recorder's interrogation and answered every question.To be honest, their identities made it difficult for the police to handle. John calmly cooperated with the investigation of the witnesses at the scene, the two had no problem with their visas and alibi, and most importantly, there was a phone call from the sheriff.They ultimately confirmed the innocence of the two men.

Knowing that Sherlock is the famous consulting detective, and the American police have no intention of cooperating with him, this makes Sherlock even more irritable, and the consequence of Sherlock's irritability is——

Everyone can't work well.

"Stop, Sherlock." John thought he was sighing more these days.Obviously he chose to travel for the sake of relaxation, but he still encountered such troublesome things.He even seriously discussed with Iris whether they were the protagonists in a certain detective film, and the inexplicable and indescribable eyes the little girl looked at him made him feel that he had read too many online novels.

Hours passed while waiting for police to investigate until the two were released from their holding cells.The sky was so dark that when John looked out the window earlier he thought he and Sherlock were going to spend the night inside.

"The police are the same everywhere, and they are inefficient." Throwing this sentence, Sherlock immediately called a taxi. Just as John sat firmly in the car before he put on his seat belt, the driver faithfully followed Sherlock's instructions. The order to go to the hospital quickly.Inertia caused his back to fall firmly on the backrest, not the first time, John told himself in his heart, suppressing his anger.He sat in the backseat covering his face, he should have thought that Sherlock would not give up so easily, otherwise no one in Scotland Yard would love and hate him, or stay away from him.

The scene of the crime has been evacuated and isolated, and the sinking sky has left few people on the street.Originally, New York is not peaceful these days. The alien incident has just passed, and the crime rate in various places has risen. This bombing has made some residents here even more worried.No one would be tempted to join here, uh, except some consulting detective with a light in his eye.

"If you don't let me touch such a big meal again, I will be bored to death, John!" Sherlock didn't care about the blown hair and wrinkled neckline, he walked towards the door, and then stepped into the side with a big step up the alley.

Temporary circuits were pulled up all around, and when John caught up with him, Sherlock was squinting and looking up at the second floor where the figures were walking.The entire floor was brightly lit, especially the flashlights and searchlights of the police on the second floor where the explosion occurred illuminated the entire floor.The office with intact circuits was also asked to turn on the lights. Looking at the uniforms, it felt like most of the police force in this area had been transferred here.

There were only two offices that were actually bombed, and only one was killed.Although the corpse was blown up beyond recognition, his identity was quickly identified from the attendance and work records. He was a pediatrician, and he was the only one in the consulting room because of his shift change in the evening.The office faces the block and is on the periphery of the building, so the movement is so intense.Scattered glass shattered in the grass and bushes downstairs, with blackened window frames.

Before John could catch his breath, Sherlock gave up this observation point and planned to circle the hospital to see what he found.John simply went around to the main gate of the hospital, and sat on the bench in the front hall of the hospital under the watchful eyes of the police officers at the gate.

"..." Sherlock just looked at him and exposed the whereabouts of the two of them. He frowned and reluctantly walked in front of the police. An unexpected thing happened. The police officer on duty saw him thinking for a while , after asking that his name was Sherlock Holmes, he readily let him go.

He quickly came up with a reason in his head, but this reason made him even less happy.

Sure enough, the police officers put the evidence of the investigation on the table in front of him with vague displeasure, and some even asked him if he wanted to see the surveillance records.That bloody fat control freak made his move.Sherlock gritted his teeth and followed even if he was unhappy, now he could only see how much fun this big meal with an environment that made him unsatisfied could give him.

Mycroft's subordinate Anthea made a phone call, hiding her achievements and fame.

"Are you back?" The raised voice expressed the surprise of the owner of the voice, and Aerys looked at the two people who were busy in the hallway.Although the detective was embarrassed, he was obviously in a good mood, and he just hummed softly at her words.

"There are many things that prove that we are innocent and good people." John winked at her and handed her the bread he bought from a bakery he passed.The bread is wrapped in fragrant cheese and still exudes heat, and the fragrance of wheat evaporates well together, "Thank you and Meri for trusting us so much, Iris."

When he was just released, he saw the transcript files of the two men.

Knowing that Dr. Watson is a warm man, she couldn't help being secretly jealous of Sherlock. Iris's happy and tangled eyes were obviously captured by Sherlock, but the detective was too busy analyzing the case to argue with her.

"This is the super delicious cheese bread!" Iris's eyes were about to burst into love, and she carefully took a small bite on the corner to prevent the cheese inside from flowing out, "The shop from that shop This bread is only served after [-]pm and I miss the time every time."

She complained quietly while savoring the taste earnestly. The way she held the bread in both hands made John think he saw a greedy squirrel.He patted the girl on the head and told her to eat slowly, no one would fight her.

"I can't eat such high-calorie food at night, I feel like I've gained weight." She didn't slow down at all when she said that, "So let them go to my stomach as soon as possible before I regret it Ah, then there would be no chance of repenting!"

Listening to Aerys' heresy, John covered his aching belly from laughing and went to Sherlock's side, teasing him.

"I said, Sherlock, Aerys is a good girl, so interesting, what's there to be angry about?"

"You don't need to lose weight for this look, you're just too thin." Sherlock looked critically at Iris, "It's true that you don't eat sweets at this point, be careful and lose all your teeth like a fat man."

"Cheese is power!" Iris retorted inarticulately, "You're not very thin, your face is long and thin..."

Under the terrified gaze of the detective, Iris Coward Knoll decided not to bother with him, and continued to eat her own bread.

Sherlock recognized the little girl's true face again, and felt that John's eyes were definitely blindfolded by her.

She is not a sweetheart, but a devil.

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