what do you think sherlock

Chapter 157 Moriarty's Surprise

When Di Renjie and his group returned to the Emerald Hotel, the streets around the hotel were still under martial law.

It is not difficult to see from the pointing expressions of passers-by outside the cordon and the broken glass, incomplete car frames, and handbags discarded in the panic scattered on the street, the residents of the nearby blocks have not learned from the accident just now. recovered from the explosion.

"You are finally back." After the three got off the carriage, a handsome blond police officer greeted him with a bright smile:
"My name is Gregson, and I'm temporarily in charge of this area."

This Senior Inspector Gregson was an old friend and rival of Lestrade. The two joined Scotland Yard in the same year. They had competed and confronted each other in many cases and were often compared.

However, because the previous Russian agent case led to Disraeli, Lestrade was promoted to Superintendent with the support of the Conservative Party, setting foot on the lowest threshold of the police force, and completely overwhelmed Gregson.

This made Gregson a little unconvinced all the time, and always wanted to make some achievements to keep pace with Lestrade, his old opponent.

"Hi, I'm John Watson, this is Sherlock Holmes, and my assistant, Ms. Kelly." Di Renjie gave a brief introduction, and then quickly cut to the chase:
"How's the situation here? I walked too fast just now. I don't know if any innocent pedestrians were injured."

"The situation is fine. A few people were slightly injured because the spattered shrapnel cut their muscles. They have been sent to the nearest hospital for treatment." Gregson said with confidence:

"However, there are still many people who are worried and nervous about what happened here, and some media are also constantly putting pressure on us, asking us to give a clear explanation."

Di Renjie stretched out his hand and pulled up the warning tape in front slightly, revealing a space for passage, and led the crowd towards the Emerald Hotel inside the warning area:

"I guess you have given a clear explanation."

Gregson quickly followed up with the three of Di Renjie, with a somewhat embarrassed smile on his face:

"As you expected, in fact, we also want to wait for the dust to settle before releasing an explanation, but the Chief Superintendent at the headquarters believes that such a dangerous incident in such a downtown area may cause serious accidents if it is not handled carefully. It has an extremely negative impact; besides, the wounded need a reason to appease, and the frightened people also need a suitable explanation; of course, it is impossible for us to bluntly say that there was a battle involving extraordinary people here, so... "

Di Renjie waved his hand, showing a slightly impatient expression: "Don't tell me so many irrelevant things, just tell me what the final confession is."

He looks down on this kind of behavior of fooling the common people without solving the problem, so his attitude has deteriorated a lot visible to the naked eye.

"Violent protest, this is determined by the Chief Superintendent himself." Gregson touched his forehead, and there were tiny beads of sweat.

The gentleman in front of him looks young, and he is not his direct superior, but for some reason, standing in front of him at this moment, he always feels terrified:

"But don't worry, you and your department's contributions have been truthfully told. All media reporters will explain in detail in the evening or tomorrow's newspaper how this extremely dangerous violent protest happened in Mr. Watson. under the command to save the day"

Hearing these flattering words, Di Renjie frowned even tighter. He interrupted Gregson with a wave of his hand: "Violent protest, which unrelated group are you going to impose this crime on?"

"Extreme Irish self-government organisations, their leaders have also come forward and claimed responsibility for this 'violent protest'."

Di Renjie's footsteps paused insignificantly. He didn't expect that the organization that was charged with the crime would not only refuse to defend, but would even generously take the responsibility.

There is obviously a deeper inside story behind this. Thinking of this, Di Renjie opened his mouth again and wanted to ask Gregson a few more words.However, when he looked at the other party and saw Gregson's forehead sweating, Di Renjie laughed at himself again. Obviously, even if such inside information really existed, it was not something the middle-level police officer in front of him could know.

If it weren't for the fact that Gregson was the police representative responsible for the front-line enforcement at the scene of the crime, he might not even know the truth that the charge of violent protest was fabricated.

After returning to the White Tower, Di Renjie can use the department's resources or McCoff's contacts to understand the hidden story behind this matter, so he didn't ask too much about it for the time being, and took Sherlock and the others to the hotel Front lobby.

Then it's Sherlock's show time.

"London's high-end hotels or inns usually have services to help tenants book and arrange carriages. Although Miss Jane is British, she hasn't been back to London for a long time, and she doesn't know the place well. In this case, let the hotel work It is a very reasonable choice for the personnel to help arrange the carriage."

"During this process, the hotel waiter will know Miss Jane's destination." Sherlock walked to the front desk confidently, tapped on the familiar wooden table top, and skillfully took out his ID:
"Hi, see you again, I think we need to know something about housekeeping."

After a while, a place name came to the ears of Di Renjie and the others who were waiting.

"Villa Brioni."
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In front of a row house with a spacious garden in Westminster, the Earl of Granville, dressed in black, wearing a wide-brimmed leather hat, and tearing off the brims of his hat to cover his face, rang the doorbell.

After a while, a white-haired man dressed as a housekeeper came out of the door and welcomed Granville in.

Granville bowed his head and stepped into the small garden in front of the door, his eyes swept over the layout in the garden imperceptibly. Although he was imprisoned at the moment, there was still a trace of disdain in his eyes:
[Although it is a lord, this garden is really small, and there are not even one or two rare and precious flowers. 】

Of course, he had something to ask to see this lord whom he despised at this moment, so it was better to think about it if he was so offensive, and he still had to put on a look of apprehension and gratitude on the surface.

"Wait a moment, your lord will be here soon." The old butler led Granville into the living room and sat down, making him a pot of black tea.

After waiting for about half an hour, Granville felt that his patience was about to run out.

A dusty figure finally walked in from the outside.

"Earl Granville, I am really surprised by your arrival." The lord stretched out his right hand.

"Your Excellency, Lord Lawton, only you can help me now." Granville held Moriarty's outstretched right hand sincerely.

"Only I can help you?" Hearing this sentence, Moriarty raised his right eyebrow slightly. Even his cold will, which he had only tempered in controlling London's underground world for decades, couldn't help but feel a little too absurd, too Incredible.

(End of this chapter)