It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

Scratching his heart and lungs, Lestrade pulled himself together with difficulty, and found the police report on the code-named knight for Sherlock, "I will explain it to you in advance, because this thief committed crimes across the country. The case of the lost Van Gogh's "Pieta" is very detailed, and the others are not so detailed because they came from the police stations of other countries. The police in other countries think he is just a legend, you know How much is Van Gogh’s Pieta worth? A conservative estimate is £4000 million!”

Lestrade turned his head to look at Sherlock and Irene, who were unresponsive, and twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely. Let's talk about Sherlock first. This girl regards money as dung and just dung. Anyway, he has an older brother who is in the British government. He is like a kind elder brother who is strong enough to take care of his mentally handicapped younger brother. How can this description be so refreshing? Besides, Irene, Lestrade doesn't know much about her, but he can't bear to be around her. There is a gossipy Anderson. According to his analysis, this Asian lady is also a "rich second generation idler". The reason for using "also" is obviously Sherlock.

Now, look at how the two of them didn't even raise their eyebrows when they heard 4000 million pounds. Lestrade really wanted to use Scotland Yard's welfare system to slap Sherlock in the face, goddamn rich second generation!

The good detective, who was tired, sleepy and hard-working, piled the file boxes on the table, "It's all here, oh, it's a bit rough here, but it's the limit to accommodate you to come in and look at the files, so you guys Understandable, right?"

Lestrade said with a straight face, and the next moment, Sherlock, who didn't know what politeness was, defeated him with a sentence, "Coffee, two pieces of candy, thank you."

"Damn it!" Inspector Lestrade walked out of the reference room door, kicked the wall hard and cursed, and then... went to tinker with the police station's coffee machine.When he came back with three cups of coffee, he saw Sherlock and Irene sitting side by side flipping through the documents at a dizzying speed, and for some reason he suddenly felt his heart soften.

Although Sherlock usually makes people want to put him in a sack, stuff a sock into his mouth, rush over to punch him, and take his head off to see how his head is not a small one. Long... But whenever Sherlock solves another difficult murder case and brings the murderer to justice, Lestrade finds that his unpleasantness is not unbearable.

So, now a girl who can bear this kind of stuff appears, and Lestrade actually felt a sense of relief in his heart that "my family has a baby growing up", and then... disgusting, he didn't even have lunch eat it.

But generally speaking, the honest and kind detective is happy for Sherlock, and hopes that Sherlock can use this to change his stinky and hard virtue like a stone in a latrine. Down to earth girlfriend.

It can only be said that Mr. Detective, who has such an idea, is still too naive——

Sherlock said in a charade, "Oh? Oh, interesting."

Comrade Xiaoai also came over and took a look, "Well, I see."

Lestrade: "??" He put three cups of coffee on the table, "Is there not enough information? But now you want more information, and you have to wait until Scotland Yard opens tomorrow at the latest." He also thought I can't sleep today, and he hasn't finished writing the paperwork report on the Jack the Ripper imitation case.

Sherlock obviously didn't mean to explain. As an assistant, Irene raised her head and said to Lestrade who was about to stay up late: "Inspector Lestrade, I think we have found the knight."

Lestrade: "!!"

Sherlock said impatiently, "You're not hallucinating, Grover."

Irene heard that Sherlock called Lestrade's name by mistake again, so she couldn't help reminding him: "The detective's name is Greg, Sherlock."

Sherlock looked at her: "How do you know?"

"I've seen the inspector's police officer's card," there were several Lestrade's police officer's cards in 221b, Irene suddenly realized something, she tilted her head and said silently to Sherlock, "Actually, you have been You know the Inspector's name, don't you?"

Sherlock replied confidently: "Who makes him always bother me, you are not allowed to tell him."

Eileen smiled and gestured ok to him.

Lestrade: "...you two are so annoying! No, Sherlock, did you touch back my police ID card again, and Donovan's! No, that's not what I want to say, you two just said What? You two just read the incomplete police report, and then found the knight who made the police of several countries helpless?!"

Irene didn't quite understand Lestrade's passionate mood, which made her change the original declarative answer into a questioning answer, "yes...?" Seeing that Mr. Inspector's expression was still very bad, she added , "Now I can only say that I am a suspect, but it is very simple to prove it. Is there any problem, Inspector?"

Lestrade thought of the people in Scotland Yard who were thrown off their feet when "Pieta" was stolen, and the headache of the head of the country where the other stolen cases were. He remembered that he was still yelling about the lack of information, and his heart was broken. .

"...God bless me." The inspector touched the coffee he brought over, but couldn't find it.For God's sake, are coffee mugs going to get through him now?Lestrade stared at the table and realized that he had touched the wrong place. He couldn't help but groaned in pain while holding his forehead, and sat down on the chair with a broken jar, "Now, surprise me."

Sherlock glanced at him lazily, and said respectfully, "It involves a cuff button."

Not then.

Lestrade: "..."

Lestrade has also seen all kinds of tricks from Sherlock Bear, but he will never be able to get used to them. He looked at Comrade Xiaoai again and found that she adapted well. Not happy.Lestrade ignored Sherlock directly, and asked Irene, who he thought could speak better, "Can you explain?"

Sherlock snorted.

Lestrade rolled his eyes, and Irene, who pretended not to see it, took out a picture and pointed it to Lestrade, "Look at this man's cufflinks."

Lestrade: "??"

Irene reached out to get the magnifying glass that was originally used to look at the cufflinks, Sherlock's magnifying glass, but found that the place where the magnifying glass was originally placed was no longer there.Irene blinked her eyes and stared at Sherlock, who didn't move too much.Irene thought of Sherlock deliberately calling the inspector by the wrong name, and felt that he was really childish sometimes, but it was the kind of cute childishness.

"Can you tell me in detail?" Lestrade didn't see why, and gave up in frustration.

Irene came back to her senses, thought for a while and took out her mobile phone from her pocket, dropped the high-power camera, enlarged the cufflinks in the picture, showed Lestrade the pattern on it, and took out another picture The picture, above is a collection of stolen ancient Greek coins, pointing to an ancient Greek coin in this picture, "They are exactly the same."

Lestrade made a reasonable guess: "It is also possible that he bought it from the black market."

Sherlock sneered, and Lestrade pretended not to hear, waiting for Irene to explain to him.

Irene suppressed a smile and explained to the good detective: "I checked, and each coin in this collection of ancient Greek coins is unique. If they flow into the black market, they are too easy to be recognized. As you said before, no one knows the true face of the knight, obviously if he puts the stolen things into the black market, it will be easy to leak the news. Now it seems that his purpose of stealing things is not for money. "

"What do you say? Wait, I know him," Lestrade looked at the middle-aged man wearing the cufflink, "Albert Hawke, he is the owner of the Hawke Charitable Trust, After Van Gogh's "Pieta" was stolen, he set up a fundraising group to try his best to recover the painting, and he also paid close attention to the progress of the case. But in the past six months, he has asked less, It is said that the heir who has been missing for many years has been found." Speaking of this, the inspector suddenly realized, "That's why no one suspected him at that time, who would have thought that he was—"

"The thief shouts, catch the thief." Unwilling to be left out, Sherlock interjected abruptly and pulled out a Chinese idiom.As a matter of course, Mr. Inspector can't understand, but Comrade Xiao Ai can't understand it any more. She nodded and switched to the Chinese language mode unconsciously: "This is the blind spot of ordinary people's thinking. Use positive thinking to think. If not, they will subconsciously rule out Mr. Hawke who is trying his best to catch the thief first."

Sherlock didn't take it seriously, and gave a comment to the international police who had never caught the 'Knight': "The corpse is a vegetarian meal."

This idiom is difficult. For this, Irene is not stingy with her praise: "Sherlock, if there is a Chinese proficiency test, you can pass the eighth level, the professional level."

Lestrade finally touched the coffee cup this time, and interjected firmly: "I said, can we speak English?"

Irene thought about the meaning of 'vegetarian meal in a corpse', and blinked: "I think we should continue talking about this real thief."

Lestrade looked at Comrade Xiao Ai, then at Mr. Detective, Sherlock showed him a Sherlock-like smirk, and a very big smirk, Lestrade twitched the corners of his mouth, and lowered his head to drink Take a sip of coffee: "So, what is this? The kleptomania of rich people? Let me ask you, Sherlock! Do you know how many times I have reapplied for a police officer's card this year?"

Irene, who was also instructed by Sherlock to steal Officer Donovan's police officer ID, silently lowered her head and pretended to look at the case file on the table. After a while, she said "uh", and she moved the case file to Sherlock: "Sherlock, look at this unsolved case. I don't think they need to find the murderer who shot and killed two people. Obviously, only one of the two 'victims' is the real victim."

"Obviously," said Sherlock, who glanced casually.

Inspector Lestrade felt that he couldn't get any better, and that his knee was about to be shattered by an arrow.