what do you think sherlock

Chapter 13 New Home
"Sherlock," Di Renjie got off the carriage, and saw Sherlock waiting on the side of the street from a distance.

"Hello, John," Sherlock was holding a newspaper in his hand, and when he saw Di Renjie, he waved his hand politely:

"Been detoured by the coachman?"

Sherlock had apparently noticed the unusual carriage fare.

"That's right." Di Renjie smiled, and then raised his luggage, "Let's take a look at the house quickly. If it's not bad, I plan to move in today."

"Okay," Sherlock turned around immediately, walked to the wooden door, and rang the doorbell. Not long after, a funny and kind old lady opened the door.

"Mrs. Hudson, we're calling."

"Oh, Sherlock, you are finally here." Mrs. Hudson warmly gave Sherlock and Di Renjie a hug,
"You go to see the room first, I have prepared refreshments for you."

"Thank you for your hospitality," Di Renjie and Sherlock said in unison.

The house they want to rent is located on the second floor of the house. There are two comfortable bedrooms, a spacious and air-flowing hall, and a semi-open kitchen connected to the hall. The dining table is also inside. There is a bathroom.

The hall is not too big, with a coffee table in the middle, surrounded by two single sofas and a multi-person sofa, with bookshelves on the wall, and a long table and a piano beside it.

The interior is pleasantly decorated and there are two large picture windows so the interior is very light and bright.

In every way, these rooms are very satisfactory.And after sharing between two people, the rent is also very suitable.

So Di Renjie and Sherlock decided to make a deal on the spot, and they rented the place immediately.

Because the luggage was in hand, Di Renjie immediately packed his luggage and moved in after signing the contract with Mrs. Hudson and enjoying the afternoon tea.

And later in the afternoon, Sherlock also moved in a few boxes and travel bags.The two of them packed their luggage and their new home like this, and before they knew it, it was nine o'clock in the evening. At this time, the new house at 221B Baker Street finally looked a little bit better.

Di Renjie stood in the middle of the bedroom, putting the last bit of clothes into the closet.

Then he looked around his room, which could be regarded as his first home in this world.

The word home can always involve some subtle emotions, making people unconsciously think of their hometown and that distant place...

"John," Sherlock called out from the living room.

Di Renjie smiled and walked out of the bedroom.

Sherlock was holding a fan of scones in his hand at this time, and when he saw Di Renjie coming out, he gestured to the table with his face and his spare arm.

"From Mrs. Hudson?" Di Renjie asked knowingly.

"Of course," Sherlock said, still biting the scone in his mouth, and his voice was a bit slurred.

Since the two of them tidied up the room, they haven't had dinner, and Di Renjie hasn't even had lunch. If Mrs. Hudson's afternoon tea didn't fill her stomach, she might be starving by now.

"Thanks, Mrs. Hudson," he smiled and picked up a piece of scone, biting it down. The baked crust contained beef and pineapple covered in sauce. At first, he was a little uncomfortable with this. Exotic, but Di Renjie fell in love with it after the second sip.

I have to say that this is the best meal he has eaten since he came to this world.

After eating the scones, the two of them digested food in the living room, and Di Renjie looked at Sherlock's collection of books that filled the hall, feeling a little greedy.

"Sherlock, may I borrow your library?"

"Of course, John, a good detective must have a sufficient reserve of knowledge."

"I just want to add some knowledge, not to be a detective." Di Renjie smiled and concealed, "I'm a doctor after all."

"Come on, you are born to be a detective, much better than Lestrade and the others," Sherlock said in an exaggerated tone, "Forget it, wait a while, I don't need to say, you I want to be a detective too."

"So sure?"

"Of course, you are not an ordinary person." Sherlock believed in his vision very much.

It's interesting to say that after Di Renjie came to this world, he met a few interesting people who were very sure that he was not an ordinary person, but he obviously didn't do anything...

"By the way," Di Renjie suddenly remembered a trivial matter, took out 30 pounds from his wallet, and put it in front of Sherlock, "Your dividend."

"What is this?" Sherlock asked curiously.

"On the way here, I met a strange man. He asked me to report your whereabouts regularly, and if he promised, I would be paid 30 pounds a month."

"Hahaha," Sherlock laughed, "That's my brother Mycroft, he's always worried about when I'll give him a big surprise."

Sherlock shook his head speechlessly at first, and then asked Di Renjie curiously: "But will you give me all the 30 pounds? We can split it half and half, after all, you also have your share."

"I've already got what I should have," Di Renjie shrugged with a smile.

"Your share..." Sherlock looked at the 30 pounds in his hand and immediately realized something, so he laughed even louder:

"John, you actually raised the price with him, hahaha, let me say, you are really not an ordinary person, and now McCoff has met his opponent."

Di Renjie shrugged innocently: "Those who are good at bargaining will have good luck."

*
Tonight, Di Renjie had a good night's sleep, but some people slept soundly, while others stayed up all night.

The East End of London is one of the most important port areas in London. A large number of goods and passengers gather here every day. The tall lighthouses and dense gas lamps bring light to the pier at night, so all activities are carried out day and night. It is running in a breathless manner, like a never-ending turbine.

At this time, a steam ship billowing black smoke was docked at the passenger terminal. This passenger ship from France was full of passengers looking for opportunities in London.

"Be careful of the gap at night, don't fall into the river."

With the shouts of the dock staff, the crowded crowd began to advance in an orderly manner to the equally crowded East District, and among the densely packed crowd, a few Slavs, like swimming fish, completely hid themselves in a series of dexterous turns. sea ​​of ​​people.

"Oops, I lost my track." Several plainclothes police detectives mixed in the crowd bumped into each other and exchanged bad news.

"The guy this time is not simple, it's too flexible."

"Definitely not an ordinary opponent."

"Okay," a senior inspector stopped everyone from whispering and waved his hand.
"They all disperse and stick to their posts. Those guys just now are not something we can deal with. I have already had someone report them. The people in Regent's Park will come over soon to take over. Now all perform well and cheer up."

*
Five minutes later, in Regent's Park in the North End of London, a piece of information passed layers of review and was finally delivered to the office of the permanent undersecretary of the National Security Council, Mycroft Holmes. Mycroft, who had fallen asleep, was hastily awakened by his subordinates.

He was wearing a shirt, and he came to the desk before he even had time to prepare his coat.

"I promise, if it is because of a minister whose scandals are suddenly exposed, not only will I not wipe his ass, but I will definitely step on it a few more times." Mycroft, whose sleep was disturbed, was obviously in a bad mood.

"Your Excellency, it's Procedure 31." The secretary standing beside him reminded.

"Procedure 31?"

"A high-level spy has sneaked into London?" As soon as he got to work, Mycroft immediately forgot the little bit of getting up.

"The news from the East District 5 minutes ago is initially suspected to be Russian."

"Russians," Mycroft rubbed his chin, thought of something, and suddenly laughed:

"Then they're doomed."

(End of this chapter)