what do you think sherlock

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"It's really surprising." Di Renjie took a few steps in the room, and while walking, his brain thought quickly:
"You mean to say that Scotland Yard has now pointed the finger at the Earl of Granville?"

"They claim so." Kelly shrugged.

"At the beginning, we wanted to fish out the body to use it as physical evidence to apply for an investigation order against Director Wang Delei and a series of personnel, but now the body has been excavated one step ahead of time, and the direction of the investigation is pointing to the Earl of Granville. John, do you think this is a coincidence?" Sherlock touched his chin and looked at Di Renjie.

"The news we learned from Mr. Patrick is that Miss Aliena was in an accident to protect Miss Queenie. Although she cannot recall the night of the incident in her current state, as far as she talks to us As far as I'm concerned, I don't think she has any suicidal tendencies." Di Renjie squinted his eyes and stared ahead, as if his vision could penetrate the barriers of layers of walls and overlook the distant crime scene.

"The case is probably more complicated than we imagined. It is very likely that this is a trap surrounding the Earl of Granville." Sherlock made his judgment.

"I don't like political games very much, and under normal circumstances, we as the security department should not intervene in upper-level struggles, but this case has clearly crossed our bottom line, and I think it is necessary for us to intervene." Di Renjie explained his Thoughts, and then his eyes shifted to Sherlock, and they met each other's eyes.

"I agree with you." Sherlock thought for a few seconds, then nodded seriously.

"Thank you." Di Renjie smiled, and then said: "We may need to take another look at the corpse, but since the other party is preemptive, we can't be led by the nose."

"You mean we need a new breakthrough point? How about Queenie? From Aliena's description, we can infer that Queenie is a very important bait in this trap. Whether she is voluntary or forced, She must know something." After a little thought, Sherlock thought of a new direction.

"Good idea, let's visit this Ms. Queenie immediately. Kelly, you go to Scotland Yard to check Miss Alena's body, and tell River that the follow-up investigation of the cemetery case will be handed over to Let him keep an eye on it." Di Renjie quickly made arrangements, and it seemed that today was another night of overtime work.

"Got it, sir, I'm sure River will be overjoyed." Kelly smiled, tossed her crisp short hair, and turned away from the office.
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scotland yard.

"Are Miss Aliena's family members there?" Lestrade suddenly pushed a door open, looked at the family members sitting in the visitor hall with his hips crossed, and shouted angrily.

"Here, sir." A middle-aged man raised his hand.

Lestrade didn't say much, he waved to him, then turned and left.The two walked inside Scotland Yard, passed through long corridors and stairs, and came to a morgue on the basement level.

"Who are you?" Lestrade held the doorknob with his hand, and then glanced at the middle-aged man beside him with serious eyes.

"Miss Alena is French. Most of her family members live in Paris. It will take a day or two to come here. I am the supervisor of her work, and I am also in charge of economic affairs. At present, all relatives and friends of Miss Alena in London Among them, she and I should be the most familiar." The middle-aged man, Director Wang Delei, said with sadness in his words.

"Then you come in with me to identify the corpse, I hope you can maintain emotional calm and restraint." Lestrade stopped asking, twisted the doorknob and opened the door of the morgue.

A corpse was being placed in the morgue at this time, covered with a layer of white sterile cotton cloth.

"Is it her?" Lestrade lifted a section of the cotton cloth, revealing Aliena's cold face.

"Yes, it's her." Wang Delei covered his mouth with his hands, as if he had been greatly stimulated, he took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Lestrade grabbed his hand and said, "My condolences, Mr. Wanderley."

"Thank you, I'm better. Thank you, officer." He took several deep breaths, as if to expel all the grief in his heart along the expanding trachea, and then calmed down for more than ten seconds. Only then did Wang Delei regain his composure, and spoke slowly.

"Can you tell me when was the last time you saw her?" Lestrade looked at Director Wangdrei with probing eyes.

"It should be last night, when she had some disputes with the Earl of Granville, and then she came to my office to complain for a while, and I never saw her again after that." Wang Delei said in stumbling words.

"There was a dispute with the Earl of Granville. Can you explain in detail?" Lestrade caught a key word.

"Of course, of course, many people in the theater know about this matter."
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Prime Minister Gladstone's train finally arrived in London in the dark.

"Your Excellency, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, is waiting for you at 10 Downing Street." Just as Gladstone stepped off the train with his right foot, an assistant hurried to his side and whispered in his ear.

"Understood." Gladstone's tone was very calm, as if the whole thing hadn't caused him any obvious emotional fluctuations.He walked forward quickly and stepped into his exclusive carriage. Assistant Mills also entered the carriage and closed the door.

With the closing of the iron door, most of the noise from the outside subsided immediately, and the inside of the carriage became quiet and silent.

The carriage started and drove steadily on the road to Downing Street. Gladstone leaned on the sofa seat inside the carriage. He drew the curtains and squinted his eyes, as if taking a nap. Mills didn't dare to disturb him. He just watched the Prime Minister sitting silently like this.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Gladstone muttering in vague words: "I really want to give that guy an axe." Nothing was heard.

Finally, after driving for about 15 minutes, the carriage arrived at No. 10 Downing Street. Gladstone woke up from his seat very punctually. He tidied up his coat, buttoned it, and then calmly walked into his loyal official residence.

The Earl of Granville sat restlessly on the sofa in the prime minister's office, tugging his tie from time to time. It was obviously not May, but he felt that the temperature in the office was extremely hot.

"Hasn't Mr. Prime Minister arrived yet?" This was the fifth time he asked about the itinerary of Mr. Prime Minister tonight, and the answer he got was still the stereotyped "Mr. Prime Minister is on his way here with all his strength."

This slightly perfunctory attitude angered the Earl of Granville. Although in the past, when he came to 10 Downing Street, if he asked about the Prime Minister's itinerary, he would get a similar answer, but tonight he was more sensitive than before.

However, just when he was about to get angry, there was a noisy sound from downstairs in the mansion. He was keenly aware that His Excellency the Prime Minister might be coming soon, so he immediately suppressed his anger, rubbed his hands violently on his cheeks, and showed a Humble with a little pathetic and flattering smile.

"Mr. Earl." Before the Gladstone man entered the office, his loud voice filled the entire mansion: "I have heard about you, and I am glad to see that you are in good spirits."

Gladstone strode into the office and extended a hand at the same time. The Earl of Granville did not extend his right hand as usual, but held Gladstone's extended right hand with both hands, Sincerely shook it twice to show his humility and helplessness at the moment.

"You have been wronged. I believe this is a premeditated and shameful frame." Gladstone's tone was equally sincere, as if he did not believe that Granville would do something to discredit him.

Hearing Gladstone's words, Granville's expression became vivid, as if he had a second spring: "It's great that you are willing to believe me, I admit that I did make some mistakes. Mistakes, but these mistakes are the result of deliberate design, I just wanted to enjoy Miss Aliena's performance at first, and I didn't even think about what happened to an unknown drama actress."

"I completely trust you, Mr. Granville, I completely trust you." Gladstone stretched out his right hand and patted Granville's hand twice, expressing his comfort: "However, the truth is It's one thing, politics is another."

"As the leader of the Liberal Party, I hope that you can issue an apology statement to the public as soon as possible for this matter. You should apologize sincerely rather than just being perfunctory. Although we all know that there is a conspiracy behind this matter, the people are irrational. We You have to take care of their temperament." Gladstone's tone became softer, as if he was a teacher comforting the children: "In addition, Mr. Party Whip will also express and condemn this matter, which will make you Some grievances, but this is necessary, your reputation will be damaged, but your actual interests will not be hurt too much."

This sentence is undoubtedly a blank check. After all, for a politician, reputation is one of his most important practical interests.However, Granville also knew that he might not be able to obtain better conditions than this. After all, no matter whether he was really framed or not, he was the party involved in the scandal, and this kind of scandal, even if it was clarified afterwards, the public usually won't believe it.Of course, more importantly, he knew very well that he was not innocent.

So without any hesitation, the Earl of Granville nodded his head, and seriously agreed: "I will immediately apologize to the public, so that everyone can see my sincerity."

"Looking forward to your performance, don't worry, we will always stand together." Gladstone patted Granville on the shoulder and watched him leave.

But just as Granville left, the phone in Gladstone's office rang.

"Hi, I'm Gladstone." Mr. Prime Minister originally thought that he would not be in a bad mood today, but at this moment, when he answered the phone and heard the news on the phone, his The mood is still irretrievable, and it has fallen to a deeper abyss.

"What did you say? The body of the well-known theater actor Alena was found in Hyde Park? It is now suspected that the other party is also one of the victims of the Earl of Granville." Gladstone couldn't help clenching his hands tightly.

He took a deep breath, hung up the phone, turned around at the same time, and tried to speak to Mills in a calm tone:

"Call Granville back and let him prepare to resign immediately. In addition, let the staff department draft a resignation statement immediately. We must complete the resignation process before the news hits the newspapers."
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"The Windmill Theater is in front of you." The coachman sitting in front of the carriage was a veteran dispatched by the White Tower, and he knew the streets in and out of London like the back of his hand.

"Thank you, and please speed up, our task is a bit urgent." Di Renjie made a gesture of thanks to him, which was very useful to Mr. Coachman, and he immediately gave the horse's ass two lashes.

"If nothing else happens, Ms. Queenie should be in the Windmill Theater now." Sherlock sorted out the news that was constantly being collected.

"That's good. She must know some important information. After we contact her, some fog will be lifted." Di Renjie nodded, but for some reason, he always had a bad feeling.

The third floor of the Windmill Theater.

On the edge of the huge bar, a group of opera and drama actors in fashionable dresses gathered together, and standing in the middle of them was the manager Wang Delei and Queenie, who was dressed quite plainly.

"We are here today to hope that we can use everyone's strength to help Queenie get out of the previous shadow." Director Wang Delei finished speaking, picked up a glass of wine, and toasted everyone: "For Queenie."

Everyone around also raised their wine glasses one after another, and cast kind eyes on Queenie in the middle.

"For Queenie."

Queenie's complexion didn't change much amidst the calls, she reluctantly showed a polite and decent smile, and dealt with the companions around her.

"Thank you for your cooperation yesterday, Queenie, it really helped us a lot." Director Wang Delei leaned closer to Queenie's ear and whispered.

"I don't really want to help you, but you said that as long as I help you, you will release Aliena, but what about Aliena? Where is she now? Why haven't I seen her yet?" .” Queenie’s voice was very low, but there was indescribable resentment and fear in her tone.

"Alena?" Wang Delei smiled slightly: "Do you know where I just came back from? Scotland Yard. Do you know what I went there for? They asked me to identify a corpse."

Queenie's pupils shrank sharply.

She was about to question loudly, but suddenly found that her throat seemed to be rusted and she couldn't move, followed by her arms, legs, knees and even torso. She felt like she had changed from a living person to A marionette. Gradually, no organ in the whole body can be controlled by her.

"What's going on here?" It's a pity that she couldn't ask this sentence.

"Queenie, don't say that, don't be overthinking it." Director Wang Delei suddenly yelled loudly, and then looked at her with horrified eyes.

【I?take things too hard? 】

Queenie felt a little confused, but it was a pity that the brain was the only organ she could still control at this time, and after losing the assistance of other organs, this organ also lost any ability to control the body.

Fortunately, she no longer needs to think.

She saw herself running under everyone's terrified eyes, like a moth pounced on a flame, jumping up from the window sill on the third floor without hesitation, and then landed on the stone pavement on the first floor. Splashes of blood-red flowers.

"Boom," came the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Di Renjie's carriage stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)