what do you think sherlock

Chapter 147 Two Meetings
After saying goodbye to Ms. Jane, Sherlock was still immersed in the shock of hearing the news, which made him even forget to check room 509 for the first time.

"Hey, Sherlock, what's going on here? I heard from the staff at the front desk of the hotel that this is the room Lord Lawton reserved. Do you think there is a problem here? To be honest, I also doubt him very much. "

Sherlock heard the sound of the elevator sliding doors opening and closing behind him, and then John's voice rang in his ears.

Di Renjie, who had been assisting Sister Catherine in the hotel lobby just now, had rushed upstairs.

"I'm very sorry, John, I'm afraid I have to tell you some bad news." Sherlock rarely showed a wry smile.Seeing his appearance, Di Renjie immediately understood that Sherlock's actions might not be smooth, so he comforted him with a little teasing:

"It's unfortunate that we're going to have worse news than anyone else."

Sherlock smiled wryly and shook his head. Instead of following the conversation, he was silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"I haven't checked the room that Lord Lawton ordered. My bad news comes from an unexpected discovery John. You remember that when Wang Delei explained the case, he mentioned that his motive for committing the crime came from falling in love more than ten years ago. A theater actress named Jane?"

"Of course I remember," Di Renjie replied without hesitation, "but why do you mention her? Didn't you say that this Ms. Jian immigrated to the United States a long time ago?"

As Di Renjie spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he raised his head violently, and looked at Sherlock in front of him with surprised eyes. He obviously realized what Sherlock wanted to tell him:

"Did you meet that Ms. Jane here? She lives on this floor? No, to be more precise, she should temporarily live in a guest room near this room, right?"

Sherlock just mentioned a beginning, and Di Renjie has already followed this beginning and guessed many things:

"If you just saw that Ms. Jane, you might be a little surprised, but you definitely won't be smiling like this. I think that Ms. Jane must have told you some important information, and this information must be the same as ours. There are huge inconsistencies in previous inferences about the facts of the case, which threaten to overturn all established consensus."

After Di Renjie fell into a state of thinking, he unconsciously put his right hand behind his back and paced back and forth slowly in the corridor of the hotel:

"In this way, the most likely situation is that there is a discrepancy between the information provided by Ms. Jian and Wang Delei's account, and there is not much content about Ms. Jane in Wang Delei's account. There may be deception in it. Let me think about it. There are several different possibilities. First, Ms. Jane was not raped by the Earl of Granville at all, because the two parties chose to have a private relationship after the incident, and the Earl of Granville spent a lot of money to cover up the evil. We need to confirm this First, whether the situation is true or not is really not easy; second, Ms. Jane was indeed violated, but she did not leave the UK. Well, as far as it is concerned, it is not necessary for Wang Delei to deceive us here, unless he wants to We lied intentionally by not bothering Ms. Jane; third, Ms. Jane doesn't know Wandley at all, my God, it would be too bad if that was the case"

"I really want to tell you that the situation is not as bad as you think, but the facts prevent me from telling such a lie. Sorry John, we are probably just in the worst situation you said." Sherlock Spreading her hands with a wry smile, she said, "Just now I chatted with Ms. Jian who was going out, and she said that she didn't know Mr. Wang Delei at all."

"That's true," Di Renjie patted his forehead lightly with his right hand: "How credible do you think what she said?"

"I dare not say 100%, but based on her performance and the situation we encountered just now, I think Ms. Jane's words are more credible than Wang Delei's."

"Okay, then I'm afraid we have to 'consult' Mr. Wang Delei again." Di Renjie rubbed the space between his eyebrows with his thumb and index finger, and then his movements suddenly stopped:

"If we hadn't met Ms. Jane, but proceeded with the investigation and trial of the case according to Wang Delei's original explanation, then Wang Delei might not be able to escape the punishment of death penalty. It is impossible for him to get away with this, so why would he need to tell a story? Deceive us and wait, Sherlock, I will leave the search of this room to you, and I need to call Scotland Yard immediately."

After Di Renjie finished speaking, he even forgot to explain the results of the inspection downstairs just now, so he turned around in a hurry and left in the direction of the Emerald Hotel lobby. He remembered that there were several telephones installed there.

Sherlock looked at the old man who turned around and ran away speechlessly, and shrugged helplessly, didn't he say it was good to share the bad news with one person?

Hey, naive.

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"We walked around the lobby just now, and I roughly confirmed through my ability that there are no transcendents from the bottomless abyss pathway in this hotel." Although Di Renjie had already left by the elevator, Catherine, who had gone upstairs with him before, The nun didn't follow him down, and it happened that she was also a witness to the action just now, so she shared the bad news that Di Renjie wanted to tell just now with Sherlock.

"It seems that they fled before we arrived. Wait a minute, there must be something wrong with that carriage." Sherlock frowned slightly and looked at Sister Catherine: "Did John send someone to check that carriage?" ?”

"He wanted to go, but I stopped him." Sister Catherine gave Sherlock a blank look, "What do you think I can do if there is no His Excellency Francis, facing a possible fourth-order transcendent? Take Mr. Watson to die?"

Sherlock immediately realized that it was precisely because he went upstairs to investigate that the strategic maneuver force was dispersed, so that John and Sister Catherine could only watch the suspicious carriage leave without doing anything.Although such a situation was not expected by anyone, he still blushed a little, and blamed himself a little.

"Ahem," Sherlock pretended to cough twice, and changed the subject: "Let's go to the room and check it out."
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Lehman was led into Buckingham Palace in a daze all the way, and the sense of unreality caused by the huge shock lingered in his heart all the time.

Fortunately, the journey from the periphery of the palace to the white reception hall was silent, and the royal employees leading the way kept silent. Apart from a few gestures of guiding the way, they hardly had any communication with him, which left the brain in an empty state. Lehman will not make a fool of himself.

The exterior of Buckingham Palace is mainly gray and white, which looks serious and calm, but its interior has unimaginable luxury, which is completely different from its exterior.

Take the white reception hall that Lehman was in at this time as an example. This small reception room is gold-themed. Except for the white background, all the utensils are plated with a layer of gold. The seats here are gold. The candlesticks are golden, the sofa is golden, and even the exterior of the piano is covered in golden colors. Apart from the precious oil paintings hanging on the walls, Lehman feels as if he is in a sea of ​​gold. middle.

This almost overflowing dignity made Lehman, a powerhouse of the third level, unconsciously swallow his saliva, and his body and mind became more restrained as a result.

In the end, he saw the door of the reception hall open again, and a handsome middle-aged man walked in from the housekeeper.

"You are Mr. Lehman, right?" The man dressed as a butler stretched out a hand to Lehman. Lehman was a bit disdainful to shake hands with a butler, but at the moment he hesitated, he felt an astonishing pressure Threats and threats came from the handsome butler opposite.

Lehman's eyes widened in an instant, panicked in his heart: [This is actually a powerhouse of the fourth rank! 】

"Yes, yes, I don't know how to address you, Your Excellency?" Lehman stretched out his hand quickly, and said with a little panic.

"My name is John Brown. You can call me Mr. Brown." Mr. Brown withdrew his hand and sat on the sofa in front of Lehman.

"Nice to meet you, Dear Mr. Brown." Ghost Hand Lehman sat back on his chair obediently: "Today's journey is really surprising, I didn't expect that one day I would sit in the reception room of Buckingham Palace .”

Mr. Brown picked up the teapot on the table, and poured some tea into his teacup with a precise and elegant gesture, as if he had practiced it countless times.

He didn't answer Lehman's words, but took a sip of tea on his own, and when the air in the reception hall was almost a little awkward and stiff, he showed a satisfied smile and said something that made Lehman feel a little bit uncomfortable. Out of mind:

"Mr. Lehman, did you notice the flagpole above before entering the palace?"

"What?" Lehman asked in bewilderment.

"The flag has not been hoisted," explained Mr. Brown. "That means Her Majesty is not at Buckingham Palace today."

Lehman swallowed: "Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

"Nothing special." Mr. Brown smiled meaningfully: "Actually, I invite you to come here today. My purpose is very simple. It is nothing more than showing strength and gaining trust. The first of these two points has been achieved. As for the second point, I believe Mr. Lehman would be happy to help me achieve it, wouldn't he?"

(End of this chapter)