what do you think sherlock

Chapter 153 Please enter the urn
The police always arrive at the scene after the case is over, and River and his party are no exception.

After the explosion, they finally noticed the abnormality on this floor and rushed to the scene to control the situation.

"It seems that the person who lives in the hotel opposite is an important person in their team, but it should not be the fourth-level powerhouse." Di Renjie simply tidied up his clothes, looked at the person in front of him who was not yet The man who knew his name was escorted out of the apartment by River and Sister Catherine. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Sherlock.

"I think so too." Sherlock took out a pipe from his arms, put it in his mouth, and said in a slightly vague voice: "Otherwise, there is no need to make such an arrangement. By the way, John, do you think this man When will you be willing to speak?"

"He is too calm. In the situation just now, he can still find a chance to fight to the death. This kind of person is not easy to deal with. His mouth is not so easy to be pried open." Di Renjie shook his head slightly, as if he was not very optimistic about the future. of interrogation.

But since the person is about to be escorted to the Tower of London, the person in charge of the Black Tower and the Blood Tower will complete the follow-up interrogation work. He has specialized in surgery, and he has already done what he can:

"Sherlock, have you seen anything from him? Or is something in this room telling you some useful information? Although I also believe in the abilities of Samuel and Robbie, I am a little worried about the time The meeting will not be in time, after all, the explosion was so loud that the pedestrians on the street may have noticed it."

Di Renjie spread his hands helplessly. In the current situation, even if the White Tower Department, Scotland Yard, and the Secrecy Bureau tried their best, it would be impossible to block what happened here.

The news was sure to get out, and might even be spreading through the City of London by word of mouth by now.

And as long as the news starts to spread, it's only a matter of time before the remaining accomplices on the other side know what's going on.

Right now, Di Renjie needs to find clues before this time comes, so that he can follow the clues to find the hiding place of these people, and finally catch them all.

This is a competition about time and speed.

"There's not too much valuable news." Sherlock lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and then a cloud of white smoke escaped from his mouth, accompanied by his voice:

"I looked at the food stock in the kitchen, enough for him to eat for a week; there are still many bags of garbage in the storage room. It can be seen that he has been living alone in this apartment for several days."

"This is really a patient guy." Di Renjie said with emotion: "This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with."

"Indeed," Sherlock nodded in agreement, "but I believe it's impossible for him to leave no trace."

"You mean." Di Renjie gently rubbed his chin with his right hand, and then his eyes lit up: "Where is the garbage in the storage room?"

Sherlock smiled, obviously the two wanted to go together.

This is a three-bedroom room, and the area is not large. The two walked a few steps to the storage room. In this small cubicle, which was not that big, a row of garbage bags were placed in an orderly manner.

"What a cautious guy. In order not to communicate with the outside world, he didn't even throw away the garbage." Sherlock said in admiration.

As for why it was not burned, it was because there was no fireplace installed in this relatively cheap apartment. In addition, the odor and smoke produced by the burning of garbage could easily arouse the suspicion of neighbors and pedestrians on the street.

"I hope his prudence can provide us with some valuable clues." Di Renjie said with a smile, and then he stretched out his hand and raised the garbage bags one by one, and he turned them over. The garbage mixed with dirty liquid and rotten smell was all exposed to the air. middle.

"I think I can apply for workers' compensation at this level." Sherlock pinched his nose in disgust, but his hands were not sloppy at all. Putting on a glove, he quickly rummaged through the disgusting garbage.

Di Renjie did not hesitate, and joined the team of "scavenger".

The two searched quickly among the garbage of all kinds and strong smells all over the floor, as if two scanners were working, precise and fast.

It didn't take long for Di Renjie to find something that interested him.

"Look at this." With his gloved right hand, he rummaged through a pile of food scraps to find a somewhat torn paper bag.

On the dark yellow edible oil paper, traces of food sauce can be seen on it, and on the outside of the yellow paper, there are several patterns outlined with red paint.

Sherlock looked back and saw the broken paper bag in Di Renjie's hand, and said in a slightly surprised tone: "Good guy's restaurant, I remember this is a shop in the East District, and their shepherd's pie is quite famous."

"It's not a short distance from the East District." Di Renjie smiled and handed the paper bag to Sherlock.

Sherlock sniffed the paper bag, and with his nose, which was more sensitive than a police dog, he immediately recognized the smell left on the paper bag: "Although the rotten smell is very strong, this is indeed the smell of shepherd's pie."

"It was poured out of the first garbage bag, and among these garbage bags, only this garbage bag contained the remnants of the restaurant's take-out food. Considering that he hasn't gone out for a few days, there is no doubt , this garbage bag contains the garbage of the first day." Di Renjie said seriously.

"He came from the East District. Their hiding place in the East District is not far from the Goodfellas Restaurant. Considering the distance from here to the East District is very far, we can use several public tram stations and underground train stations around the Goodfellas Restaurant. As a boundary, come to investigate the hiding place of that criminal gang." Sherlock's eyes lit up, and he said a little excitedly.
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Lehman the Ghost Hand did not expect that his schedule today would be so tight. After meeting that mysterious and powerful handsome man, he took a brief rest and had some afternoon tea before being taken to another place with different specifications. In the smaller, less luxuriously decorated reception room.

There is a familiar figure here, the professor.

"We met again, although we have only separated not long ago." Moriarty stood up smiling and shook hands with Lehman.

"Thank you for your help today. To be honest, Mr. Professor, I'm really surprised." It may be because I just met the 4th-level powerhouse. The times are much better, and even a little too humble.

"We are allies, this is what I should do; and we also want to show our strength, so that you and the friends of the Death Order can have more trust in us." Moriarty showed a warm smile, and said Poured a cup of black tea for Lehman.

"Your strength is truly astonishing." Lehman said after taking a sip of tea, "I still don't understand what we can do to help you, and why you need our help when you have such strength."

Moriarty smiled, shook his head, and did not continue this topic. Instead, he suddenly changed his style and talked about a more urgent matter: "I came to you, actually, there is something more important matter."

"What is it?" Lehman asked with a smile.

"People from the security department of the government captured a Transcendent who passed through the Abyss Path in a building opposite to the hotel where you live, Lord Lehman." Moriarty deliberately pronounced the word "opposite" with an accent.

The expression on Lehman's face froze instantly, and the smile disappeared:

"Professor, what are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

"In order to be able to contact you in an emergency, the Order of Death left a dark line. This is normal, and we as allies can completely understand it." Moriarty had an unfathomable smile on his face:

"But the immediate problem is that this liaison officer in charge of the dark line has fallen into the hands of the enemy."

Lehman's expression was very ugly. He opened his mouth and said reluctantly, "I believe in his loyalty."

"You underestimate our opponents too much. For some really smart people, loyalty is not a tight line of defense." Moriarty's eyes gradually became serious and cold, and the tip of his index finger kept tapping Wooden Chair Arms:
"East End, right?"

"How do you know?" Lehman the Ghost Hand stood up abruptly, looking at Moriarty with horror on his face. The hiding place of the Death Order is highly confidential. In order to avoid information leakage, he has not even contacted through any channels these days. over others.

"I don't know, it was found out by people from the security department." Moriarty closed his eyes and shook his head: "I said, you underestimate our opponents. In fact, as far as I know, they At present, a rapid investigation has begun, and the scope of the lock-up is far smaller than that of the East District."

"How can this be done!?"

"You need to notify your cult as soon as possible," Moriarty said in a deep voice.

"Okay, what about after that?" Lehman was slightly absent-minded.

"Do you still have a safe house in London?"

"No, the two safe houses are all exposed." Lehman showed a helpless wry smile: "You also know that the influence of the religious order in Britain has been shrinking over the years."

"I understand." Moriarty nodded, and said sincerely: "We will select a few safe houses for you to hide as soon as possible, but first of all, you need to inform your companions to move temporarily, Mr. Lehman. .”

"Okay, that's great, thank you for your help." Lehman said gratefully.

"We are allies, this is what we should do." Moriarty stood up and immediately arranged a carriage for Lehman.

Seeing the other party getting into the carriage and waving goodbye, Moriarty unconsciously smiled.

(End of this chapter)