It's really a ghost [Comprehensive]

It is not appropriate to say that Inspector Lestrade went on a rampage. His smiling face froze on the surface, but it was true that he was going on a rampage in his heart. As soon as he turned around, he grabbed his phone and found a quiet place, pressed, pressed, Dial a scourge's cell phone number.

"Sherlock Holmes."

"I fucking know you are Sherlock Sherlock Holmes! Did you and Irene go to Alan Blaine's apartment building yesterday? I knew it as soon as the police officer in charge of this case said it It's you! Oh, aren't you extraordinarily capable? Why did the enthusiastic citizens witness a sneaky guy returning to the scene of the crime? For God's sake, Sherlock, don't think you have a black umbrella Follow it, and the rain won't hit you!" Inspector Lestrade growled so much in one breath, he didn't seem like Sherlock had a special way of breathing, so he had to stop to catch his breath.He managed to catch his breath, and before the scourge in the microphone could speak, he took the phone away from his ear and looked at it. The call was not over, so the good detective had to take another deep breath, "Speak!"

"I'll send my best man to explain it to you," came Sherlock's languid voice through the receiver, along with an even more irritating, "Oh, good morning, Gavin."

Lestrade: "..." Good curly hair, good!

Lestrade was furious in his heart, and when he turned his head, Anderson, who was staring at a pair of dead fish eyes with his arms folded, was so frightened that his heart stopped beating: "When the hell did you come here?"

Anderson replied blankly: "I knew something was wrong when you showed your constipated face, Boss, and you really caught me."

Lestrade: "...Get out!!"

Sherlock really kept his word. Before the morning passed, he sent his best people over and explained: "Sherlock didn't tell you that the number one suspect in the robbery and murder of Alan Blaine is Andy Sharp, the fake Mr. Hawke?"

Lestrade: "... He didn't! Wait, I remembered, he did talk about the triple murder, so the third victim was Alan Blaine? How did they get involved?"

"Mr. Blaine is the family doctor of the Hawke family. He discovered Mr. Sharp's little secret, and he used it as an excuse to blackmail Mr. Sharp. The scene was disguised as robbery and murder." Irene explained concisely, and handed Lestrade a file bag, "The detailed content is here."

"Uh." Although he was not in charge of that case, he only heard the police officer in charge lament that there were two suspects before today. The box that Erin brought in together asked, "What's that?"

"Physical evidence." To be precise, part of the physical evidence was deducted, and Irene smiled innocently, "Don't worry, this is all obtained from the scene of the crime, so there is nothing illegal or unreasonable," she thought I wanted to add another sentence, "Right?"

Under the pressure of the black umbrella, Lestrade has to be right even if she is wrong, not to mention that she is right in accordance with the rules. The good detective broke his teeth and swallowed: "Exactly!" Scotland Yard's century-old reputation value was -1 again, To make matters worse, Lestrade looked out of his office following the subtle-looking Irene's line of sight, and saw a head that he recognized who it was.The good detective walked over and opened the door, "Anderson, didn't I tell you to go away?"

Anderson had an attitude of 'a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water': "Oh, it rolled back after rolling away."

Lestrade gritted his teeth: "Don't you even have to work?"

Anderson held the report in his hands for Mr. Inspector to read: "Actually, I'm here to hand in the report."

Lestrade: "Hehe." If you believe him, there will be ghosts!

"He's telling the truth." Irene's voice interrupted, and Lestrade's face changed rapidly, and he complained to Anderson, "Then you didn't say it earlier."

Anderson: "..." He felt that he had been hurt a lot, but he held on strong... and didn't leave, but he didn't hear any gossip. Irene had already handed over to Lestrade: "I will submit the rest of the report to you as soon as possible, Inspector."

"Okay." Lestrade glanced at the document bag and evidence box on his desk, still thinking about how to tell the police officer in charge of the robbery and homicide case, don't hurt his confidence Heart is good.

Comrade Xiao Ai also politely greeted Anderson who regarded himself as a mural, "Well, have the words and grammatical errors in the forensic report been corrected?"

Anderson: "... Welcome to come again next time."

Irene nodded solemnly: "I think the rest of the report will be finished tomorrow."

Anderson: "...Walk slowly."

Irene blinked, and Lestrade had already said, "Shut up, Anderson!" Lin smiled and said, "Then I won't see you off."

Anderson said he suddenly wanted to go to the rooftop.

……

Eileen was stopped before walking out of Scotland Yard on the main driveway, "Ma'am, here it is, I was going to go to lunch with my girlfriend, in fact, now it's an ex-girlfriend , but I don’t think this bouquet of roses should be wasted. So are you willing to accept it? Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t want it, and I’ll—” Holding a bouquet of bright and dripping roses was a blonde The handsome man, with the roses, the hormones rushed to his face.

"He lied!"

"Isn't it just waiting for others?"

"What is this? A new way to strike up a conversation?"

"Little white face."

Irene turned a deaf ear to the 'hints' from the ghosts around her. She looked up and down at this generous gentleman who planned to 'give someone a rose with a lingering fragrance in his hand', and said with anticipation in his eyes: "So, it's a professional man. PR?"

Mr. Rose was confused: "What?"

Irene sighed, "According to what you said, you are planning to no longer serve the married woman who gave you this Audi car, but choose to go to the arms of the middle-aged rich woman who gave you this new Breitling The right choice, given that the latter is a widow."

Mr. Rose felt deeply offended, and waved the rose in his hand: "Miss, you can choose not to accept this bouquet of roses, but do you have to insult people like this?"

Comrade Xiao Ai saw that the other party was still stubborn, and looked at the other party's handsome face and asked: "Have we met before? I don't think so. Of course, it is also possible that I have seen you before the micro-plastic surgery."

No matter how good the other party's self-cultivation is, it seems to have disappeared: "You woman, are you crazy?"

"No, in technical terms, I should be called a 'high-functioning sociopath'. And, since the first thing you noticed was my watch, I can honestly tell you that it is indeed a Glashütte Special limited edition, professionalism is cultivated well." Irene narrowed her eyes, and her tone became serious, "Then, courtesy, can you tell me who hired you?"

It's a pity that the other party didn't want to reciprocate with Comrade Xiao Ai. He said "crazy woman!", got into his Audi car angrily, and drove away quickly.

Irene looked at the direction the car was driving away, thoughtful.

At the same time, her expression was frozen on the screen.

"Wow——" the little man behind the screen suddenly raised his voice and said "wow". When he looked at Irene on the screen again, the interest in his big eyes became stronger, and he said with great interest, " It's hotter than I imagined~ It seems a bit impolite to say hello in such an unstyled manner, hmm, then let's say hello again, what is the appropriate way?"

Going back to Comrade Xiao Ai, after that Mr. Rose left in embarrassment, the ghosts who were still watching with gusto had already dispersed like birds and beasts. The world is so scary!

Irene twitched her brows undetectably when she heard "嘤嘤嘤", and left this "place of right and wrong" quickly without further delay.When she returned to Baker Street, Sherlock had already 'visited' the housekeeper of Hawke's house and came back. He was squatting on the sofa as a thinker, before opening his eyes, he twitched his nose first, and then opened it He opened his eyes and stared at Irene who was taking off her coat until she turned around and then said casually, "What happened? It took you 20 seconds slower to go upstairs than usual."

"Well--"

"Is it something related to the reproductive organs of plants, which makes it hard for you to tell?"

"No, I'm thinking about how to express this matter. There is a man asking me for support." Irene was speechless after finishing speaking. The word 'begging for support' was definitely transmitted to her by Ai Ye.Under Sherlock's piercing gaze, she corrected her wording, "Someone should have hired a professional publicist to test me out, I think."

After a pause, Sherlock asked back: "Testing you for what?"

"I don't know yet, he walked too fast, I haven't had time to ask clearly, but I let the paper bird follow, I think I should know what he is testing me soon." Irene said from She fished her phone out of her coat pocket, telling Sherlock her theory, "Since he's accosting me with a bouquet of roses, then he—"

Before Comrade Xiao Ai finished speaking, her boyfriend threw over the word "goldfish", and Irene's thinking was distorted: "So you don't like the paper rose I gave you?"