what do you think sherlock

Chapter 12 The First Meeting with Mycroft

"Your room fee for this month, plus the cigarettes and alcohol the night before, oh yes, and this cup," the young male waiter pointed to the debris on the ground,

"A total of 52 shillings shall be paid."

He was good at arithmetic, and he calculated quickly, and he came up with an accurate total in one go.

If it was another occasion, Di Renjie would probably praise him, but at this moment, he only hoped that the other party would miss a little bit.

How could it be so expensive? It's almost catching up with his weekly salary. You know, it's only the beginning of January.

Living in London is not easy.

Elder Di Ge never thought that there would be a day when he would be troubled by money in his lifetime...

Of course, the average price of hotels in London at this time was far from being so high. It was just that Watson was a moonlight family and had high standards of food, lodging and enjoyment.Otherwise, with his MD degree from the University of London, wealth may take time to accumulate, and the middle class can definitely be easily achieved.

"Here." He took out a few banknotes from his wallet, looked at the already shriveled wallet, and unexpectedly felt a little embarrassed.

"It is imperative to change to a cheaper house."

He breathed a sigh of relief, walked outside the hotel, and stopped a four-wheeled carriage with carriages.

Compared with the two-seater carriage, this kind of four-wheeled carriage has more space and is more luxurious. Of course, the price has also doubled several times, but this is a necessary expense, and the two-seater carriage is not willing to accept him who has a lot of large luggage. passengers.

"221B Baker Street," he said to the coachman in the front seat.

The carriage started immediately, and the speed was not slow, but due to the smooth road surface and the advancement of anti-vibration technology, Di Renjie felt very good sitting in the carriage at this time.

There is a glass window on each side of the carriage, through which you can see the noisy and lively scene outside the carriage.

London in this era has undoubtedly become the center of the world, no matter how Parisians laugh at the monotony of London's food and the barrenness of art, accompanied by the failure of several Napoleons, and Disraeli's first speech in English at the Berlin Conference Speaking to the representatives of the world, the supremacy of Europe has vested in London, both in substance and in name.

However, under the bustling fire like cooking oil, there are still hidden worries.

In Western Europe, Iron Prime Minister Bismarck is integrating the broken German states at an alarming speed, and a brand new monster has appeared on the world's cards;

In Northern Europe, the Russian Empire under the leadership of the liberator Alexander II was aggressive. They stretched out their hands to all neighboring lands, intending to forge the real crown with the blood of Asians, Ottomans, and Eastern Europeans;

And in distant America, that unfilial son named Federation is developing at a barbaric speed beyond imagination...

Of course, all crises are still far away at this time. In 1881, the Britons were still immersed in the glory of former Prime Minister Disraeli putting the crown of India on the head of the Queen of Great Britain. The empire on which the sun never sets was still at its peak. stage.

"Dong dong," two light knocks interrupted his scattered thoughts and woke up Di Renjie who was immersed in the street scene.

"Are you there?" He looked out the window, but didn't see Sherlock, not even the Baker Street sign.

Wait, this isn't Baker Street.

Di Renjie keenly sensed that something was wrong, and immediately stretched out his right hand to the revolver in his arms.

"You say Baker Street, you haven't arrived yet, but there is a gentleman who wants to see you."

The coachman's tone was very flat, not like a robber, but more like a public official at work.

Interesting.

"Which sir?"

"Look over there," the coachman pointed to the side of the road. Di Renjie followed the trend and saw a tall and thin man in a well-made suit with a slightly small belly and a slight bald head. A man leaning on the side of the road with a black umbrella as a cane.

The man had obviously been watching here, and when he saw that Di Renjie had found him, he greeted him very warmly and politely, and then walked towards the carriage.

Di Renjie calculated the distance traveled in the space, and while he was ready to pour his spiritual power into the words of his real name at any time, he held a revolver and waited for the opponent to come to the door.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your schedule." Although the man with the top hat smiled politely, his actions seemed uninvited. Without waiting for Di Renjie's invitation, he opened the car door and sat in the carriage opposite Di Renjie. .

"It's not polite to point a gun at someone." He smiled and pointed to the revolver in Di Renjie's hand.

"It's not much worse than forcibly blocking a car."

Di Renjie turned the gun to his side.

"You are calmer than I thought." It seemed that this kind of calm made the man's evaluation of Di Renjie a little higher, so he stretched out a hand and said:
"Mycroft."

"John," Di Renjie also shook hands calmly, but at this moment he kept staring at McCoff, trying to deduce his identity and purpose from the details of his body.

"I heard that you are going to share the house at 221B Baker Street with Sherlock."

It seems that he was looking for Sherlock, and he was just implicated. Di Renjie quickly judged in his heart:

"It's just an intention, it hasn't been determined yet."

"90.00% probability of nine." Mycroft said without beginning and end.

"What 90.00% nine?"

"That house is not bad, and it meets the needs of a military doctor on vacation like you. There are also several good private clinics nearby, which can help you find a good job. From your demeanor, you don't hate Sherlock. It is the most difficult thing at all, so I think 90.00% of you will choose to rent that house." Although McCoff said this, there was a very determined tone in his words.

"Maybe I will give up after hearing this, after all, no one likes to be peeped into their private life." Di Renjie said noncommittally.

"I want you to help me monitor Sherlock and deliver letters to the red mailbox on Baker Street regularly. In this case, I will give you 30 pounds a month, how about it?"

McCoff seemed to have not heard Di Renjie's words at all, or he was very confident that Di Renjie would change his mind immediately after listening to the conditions he gave:

"Your current daily salary is only eleven shillings, and I give almost twice that, which is enough for you to continue those luxuries."

Di Renjie squinted his eyes. The other party knew about his whereabouts, his past, and even his salary and consumption, plus how the coachman gave him...

This is someone from the intelligence agency of the British government, and it is most likely related to the Secret Service that he had contacted before. Speaking of which, when the people from the Secret Service asked about his address, it was revealed that they had been monitoring Sherlock...

"No," Di Renjie rejected McCoff's offer.

"Okay," Mycroft shrugged.

"I knew that, just like before, I also encountered this situation when I bought Sherlock University roommates. To be honest, many people regretted it later..."

"£60 a month."

McCoff froze for a moment.

Unexpectedly, he not only agreed, but even doubled the price directly.

There is such an offer!
Young people really don't talk about Wude.

"Do you think it's expensive?" Di Renjie looked at the silent McCoff and said with a smile.

"That's not true," Mycroft also laughed, and for the first time looked at Di Renjie carefully,

"Mr. Watson, you are not an ordinary person."

"Thank you, and you too."

"That's a pleasant cooperation," Mycroft held out his hand, shook Di Renjie again, and then readily gave 60 pounds.

The deal was done, and Mycroft got out of the carriage immediately.

"Let's go to 221B Baker Street immediately." He said loudly first, then turned slightly sideways, and said close to the coachman's ear:
"Remember to double the fare for me."

　1 pound = 20 shillings, 1 shilling = 12 pence.

　　You can simply equate the value of 1 shilling to 100 yuan RMB, and 1 penny to 10 yuan, which is easy to understand.

　　It can also be seen from this that Watson, who has a daily salary of more than a thousand, can actually make ends meet. How luxurious was his previous living standard?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)