Mr. Inspector

Chapter 13

When Mycroft heard the news that Mr. Inspector had been suspended for probation, he didn't seem too surprised.The fact of the matter is that the news came as no surprise to him.After he sent that intentionally commanding text message, he didn't receive a quick reply from the other party... It can only show that Lestrade didn't check his mobile phone in time.

Once this is clear, it is not difficult to guess what happened next.According to his dealings with Interior Minister Nick for many years, this man's behavior will definitely force this smuggling case to be suppressed.

McCoff has known the inside story of this sea smuggling case for a long time. An operation that Minister of Customs Chad thought to be foolproof has actually been exposed to the supervision of the British government. MI5 has investigated and dealt with all the crimes. They seem to be the last Seasoned hunters are generally waiting for an opportune moment.

It's just that he can't be moved now. I just got news that this ambitious minister is also involved in foreign espionage activities.They will miss a valuable opportunity to eradicate the spies that are in the blood of the British government... sucking blood.

There was a trace of solemnity in Mycroft's eyes, and he lay back in his leather chair and thought.The decoration in the office is his preferred dark red style, and the angle of his gaze is facing a brightly colored oil painting.

It's a nice abstract painting.

he thought.

It's just that reality is sometimes more exaggerated than the most imaginative painters try to show.

The previous incitement to the public opinion media was a typical wrong move. Those stupid politicians tried to disrupt Chad's rhythm and let him show even the slightest flaw—tsk, childish thinking.

The obvious result can only make Scotland Yard bear an undue burden, and suffer from the group of low-level agents.

Of course, everything has two sides, and the current situation is not the worst——

McCoff was quite satisfied.

At least Lestrade was out of that mess, wasn't he?

Mr. Inspector is wandering boredly on London Bridge on the River Thames.He hasn't been so idle for a long time, and judging from the current development, everything doesn't seem so bad.

Looking from the bridge, you can see that there are many relatively large ships docked on the banks of the Thames in the distance, and the ships on the river are also close to each other, very busy.

London's traffic has always been in a hurry, and it seems that because of this reason, many roads in the city center have been stuck in traffic.

——So to be honest, it’s not easy to go out to relax. If you don’t have this leisure, you can stay at home.

……

Lestrade was wearing a short coat, and he slowly walked down the bridge with his hands in his pockets. After a while of wind blowing, he was indeed much calmer...of course he was a little cold.

He planned to find a random shop outside, and he could go back to the apartment after finishing his dinner.

See, that's the downside of being single—there's no entertainment (ahem...) other than eating and seeing the sights.

Even people who are used to being alone often have such thoughts.For example—Sherlock, who regards solving crimes as his life and has a negative EQ, has recently suddenly felt that it is not a good idea to be single all the time.

He especially needs an assistant.

A good friend who can live with him and accompany him to solve the case.

At this moment, Sherlock was sitting on tiptoes on the sofa, clasped his hands, and put his hands on his chin as if praying... There was a strong smell of cigarettes in the apartment, and there were several dead fish in the bathtub on the table.

Of course, this is a comfortable environment that he worked hard for half a month.

He suddenly made up his mind, then opened his eyes, picked up the mobile phone thrown on the coffee table, and moved his fingers to send a message to Mr. Inspector.

【I need a roommate】

After sending, he threw the phone to the corner of the sofa, and Sherlock continued to close his eyes and think.

Mr. Inspector, who was still relaxing, grabbed his vibrating mobile phone and checked the message sent a second ago.Then he frowned helplessly and replied.

【so what? 】

Sherlock grabbed the phone with his eyes closed and typed without looking at the keyboard.

【Help me find one】

Mr. Inspector looked at the information on the phone, and refused to go back without thinking of the right words for a long time.Then the phone vibrated, and he received another letter, he clicked to check——

【You are empty anyway】

……

Lestrade shoved the phone back into his jacket pocket abruptly.

On the other side, Sherlock, who was too busy to find his roommate, was still thinking about problems in a tiring posture on the sofa.Until Mrs. Hudson, the landlady, went upstairs and shouted in an exaggerated voice——

"My God, Sherlock, what have you done to the room?!"

Sherlock didn't agree with her current attitude, thinking she was making too much fuss.

...It's the refrigerator that should be worrying.

After all, there was a man's head in need of refrigeration.

Lestrade found the contact information of Captain John H. Watson during an accidental cleaning of the apartment. This man had served in the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers Regiment, and he was an old acquaintance with Lestrade. .

He only heard from other people that Watson had just moved to London recently, and it was estimated that everything about the house had not yet been settled.

Thinking of Sherlock's request, Lestrade breathed out from the bottom of his heart, gritted his teeth and still called Watson.

He is definitely not the partner before the pit——

Absolutely not.

……

Watson was surprised to hear the news on the phone, but he readily agreed and agreed to take time to look at the apartment.His voice still sounded as friendly as before, "Thank you for your concern. The road where the apartment is located sounds very nice, and the price is very fair. I think I will rent it."

Lestrade suddenly felt guilty, but when he thought of Sherlock's value to Scotland Yard, he still bit the bullet and agreed.

... Sure enough, he could never forget his job at Scotland Yard.

Just like McCaughey couldn't forget him.

Mr. Inspector took out his cell phone that was ringing, looked at the caller ID, and connected the call.

"Where are you?" Mycroft's usual voice came from the phone.

Lestrade looked up at the surrounding environment, "I just passed the Green Park—" I was about to go to Baker Street... Before he could finish speaking, another voice came from the phone.

"Quickly evacuate."

"what happened?"

"Just received news that a bomb was found in the middle of the boulevard."

Boulevard?Isn't it the one next to me?

Lestrade turned around and looked over, and indeed found the bustling crowd.Among them, a familiar figure flashed before his eyes——

There was no time to inquire about the details, Lestrade hurriedly replied on the phone: "Understood." Then hung up the phone.

As soon as I hung up, I got another call.

"Boss, be careful. I just found a bomb on the boulevard. I heard that the police from the Special Operations Department are rushing to the scene." Edman's bluffing voice came through the phone, "Yes, yes. There is that, don't worry about your position... Donovan, don't make noise, you have to talk and call yourself..."

Having no time to listen to his nonsense, Lestrade hung up the phone directly, and then stuffed the phone into his pocket.

He pushed his way towards the crowd, only to find that the police who had arrived had pulled up the yellow cordon.

Recognizing Lestrade's identity, one of the police officers explained the situation to him, "It's not clear what type of bomb it is. Everything has to wait for the bomb disposal experts to arrive."

Lestrade nodded and helped them evacuate the crowd watching the scene.

But at this moment, two figures chased and broke through the cordon across the street, and then stopped hesitantly as if they saw the crowded crowd here.

So, they stopped right in the middle of the cordon—an excellent location next to the bomb.

...the crowd fell silent.

The police officer standing next to Lestrade waved anxiously and shouted: "Come here quickly! There are bombs over there!"

"Moss! Roy! Come here!" A screaming female voice exploded in Lestrade's ear, startling him.

Turning his head, he realized that it was the female reporter who had handed him his business card after the press conference, the woman who claimed to be Katie but had Jane written on the card.

Hearing Jane's urging cry, Moss and Roy realized their situation - Moss was so frightened that he hurried to the opposite side, but Roy seemed to be immobilized by someone's legs and couldn't move.

...It's going to kill me.

Roy wanted to cry, "Jane! Jane! I can't move."

Moss expressed his regret for this, and he shook his afro with his waist in his hands and sighed, "What can I do~"

"Run here, Roy!" Jane stood outside the crowd and shouted with full force.

"I can't move!"

……

The above dialogue was carried out more than ten times.

The detective couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled up the cordon and ran over directly, the police officers around him didn't have time to stop him.

He then lifted Roy with all his strength and ran out, with only one thought in his mind——

This man is so heavy!