what do you think sherlock

Chapter 150 first move
Step, step, step, step.
One after another, the sound of small and hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Then with a bang, the door of Scotland Yard's detention room was pushed open, and Lestrade broke in first, and then he saw a scene that made him regret:
Wang Delei's cold body was lying on the cold ground, scarlet blood flowed all over the ground, and spots of blood sprayed from the arteries could be seen on the wall.

"Damn it! We're a step late."
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Di Renjie stood at the front desk of the hotel and waited quietly. He didn't look anxious at all, but the pen that kept turning over in his palm revealed some of his true inner emotions.

jingle bell~~~
When the phone rang, Di Renjie grabbed the receiver and receiver:

"Hi, I'm John Watson."

Hearing his voice, the person on the other end of the phone didn't speak immediately, but was silent for two or three seconds before saying in a low voice, "Sorry John, we were a step late."

"What's the matter, Mycroft? Has Wang Delei been killed?" Di Renjie's heart skipped a beat, his brows were tightly frowned, and things are now moving in the direction he least expects.

"That's right, when our people arrived, there was only one corpse left at the scene." Mycroft's voice was slightly surprised. This case would evolve to such a complicated level, which he was far from before. Thought-of:
"The murder weapon was a razor blade with a very ordinary style. Because Mr. Wang Delei did not undergo a strict and professional body search when he was detained, we cannot determine whether the blade was hidden on him from the beginning or someone else However, if the blade had been hidden on him from the beginning, there is no need for him to use it at this time, so from the timing point of view, I think there should be another figure behind his death."

"Can you roughly determine the time of his death?" Di Renjie asked.

"Scotland Yard's forensic examination, his death time did not exceed 10 minutes," McCoff said, pausing for a moment before bringing up a new piece of information:
"After receiving your call, the police officer in Scotland Yard's communication room made a special trip to the detention room. During the process, he did not meet anyone except a few guards; and the Scotland Yard's detention room is located There is only one access in and out of the area, and iron bars have been installed on all the windows.”

"Are you suspecting that there are spies in the police?" Di Renjie frowned even deeper.

"Partially so, but in addition, we also need to consider the possibility of the supernatural being committing crimes." Mycroft increased the volume of the three words superhuman.

"Extraordinary, wait." After hearing these three words, Di Renjie seemed to have a light in his mind: "Mycroft, I have a question. According to your knowledge, does London exist?" The kind of transcendent or magical item that can influence or even weave or forge other people's memories?"

Hearing Di Renjie's words, Mycroft raised his eyebrows:

"You mean to say that Wang Delei's memory has been tampered with?"

"This is an explanation that can make everything make sense. Have you read the case report we submitted? In the non-public version, we mentioned that the soul of the victim, Miss Alena, suffered from memory loss. She can remember almost everything, but she only forgot the memory of the time when she was killed." Di Renjie lowered his voice and spoke quickly.

At this moment, some questions that could not be explained clearly seemed to be connected together by a mysterious bond, and became smooth and smooth, which made him feel a little excited:
"In addition, why was Wang Delei silenced? If everything went according to the criminals' expectations, maybe Wang Delei could live for a while, but I'm afraid they didn't expect that Ms. Jane would suddenly return to London at such an unexpected time, and they I just ran into it"

Speaking of this, Di Renjie's eloquent words suddenly stopped, he opened his mouth wide, and his thoughts turned in his mind:

[Ms. Jane returned to London not long ago. In such a big city, the chances of those people hiding behind Wang Delei meeting Ms. Jane are not high, but considering that the hotel where Ms. Jane stayed is here, and We received a report and came here and happened to run into Ms. Jian, and of course we ran into the group of fugitives at the same time. Based on this situation, can I make such a bold guess that the group of fugitives is related to the people behind Wang Delei, and they are even the same group. people】

[It’s interesting, based on this speculation, there is a deep connection behind the two unrelated cases in my opinion. The purpose of the author of the report letter is also worth exploring. What exactly did he want? Whether it's his goal to get us to the fugitives, or to get us to run into Jane, or both, it's really killing two birds with one stone. 】

Thinking of this, Di Renjie couldn't help but take a deep breath. If he guesses according to his most conspiratorial thinking, in this whole case, there may be more than one party playing chess, and all parties have their own goals and interests. interest, which makes the whole case more complicated.

【Hope this is just me worrying too much. 】Di Renjie breathed a sigh of relief slowly, only then did he realize that he was still on the phone with McCoff:
"Hmm, sorry, I just thought of something and got distracted."

"Aren't you going to share it with me?"

"I still lack some necessary evidence for the time being. I will tell you when I am more sure. Also, do you have any new information about the extraordinary person or extraordinary item that can affect memory that I just mentioned?"

Mycroft pondered for a moment. Although he really wanted to know what happened in the silence just now, since the other party didn't say anything, he couldn't spare the face to ask:

"Well, memory is a very rare field. Of course, sometimes the power of the memory field may not be necessary. Some abilities in other fields can also cause similar results, such as mind control, etc., but extraordinary people in the memory field can do this. It is the easiest and most natural thing to do, and it is not easy to have flaws. There is indeed a transcendent in London who is suspected to be good at the field of memory, but we have not had a positive understanding of his power, but we only speculate from various events that he is likely to master The ability in the field of memory, and possesses extremely high attainments."

"Who is he?"

"A guy who is not easy to mess with. He happens to be the owner of the hotel you are in now." Mycroft said in a low voice.

Di Renjie's pupils shrank sharply, and he already guessed who McCoff wanted to talk about:

"Milverton?"

【So it's not that the fugitive hiding in the hotel met Ms. Jian, but Ms. Jian herself lives in the property controlled by the person behind Wang Delei! ? 】
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Jingle bell~~
In a spacious luxury villa, the phone rang.

"Hello." One slender white hand grabbed the phone, and the other hand picked up a stack of newspapers from the coffee table.

This stack of newspapers is very strange. There are many small square holes on it. In each hole, there should have been a word printed in ink lying quietly, but they all disappeared, leaving only An empty little hole.

"Hello, dear lady."

A middle-aged man's magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone. His words were refined and elegant, and his tone of voice had a strong flavor of London's upper class.

"Greetings, Mr. Professor." Adler said while throwing the stack of newspapers into the fireplace that was burning brightly.

"You're too polite, ma'am." Moriarty laughed and continued, "Please remember to deal with the traces of the incident, after all, it's easy to be careless about what we're doing now. There was an accident."

"Of course," Irene Adler, looking at the newspaper in the fireplace that was swallowed by the flames and burned to ashes, watching the black or white smoke spiraling up from the chimney along the direction of the flames. , and then she showed a sexy and charming smile:

"They're burning."

(End of this chapter)