what do you think sherlock

Chapter 16 Tracker

"To be honest, Sherlock, you promised much faster than I thought." Sitting on the train back to London, Di Renjie looked at Sherlock and said with emotion.

"Whether we agree or not, we're already involved, aren't we." Sherlock shrugged.

"You are right, Sherlock." Di Renjie nodded and said, "Actually, there is one more thing that worries me. Do you remember those two Russian spies? They have been tracking that secret letter. Now, knowing that There are only a few of us in the letter, and compared to asking for information from people in the government, it is obvious that the two of us are more likely to be their targets,"

"No way, John, we all know what the content of that letter is. If there is no accident, it will spread all over the sky in a few days."

"You're right, Sherlock, but the problem is, none of this has happened yet," Di Renjie spread his hands, "Do you think the Russians will really just sit and wait?"

Sherlock was silent, and he immediately realized that the two of them would be in some kind of dangerous situation.

"Don't be too pessimistic, Sherlock, maybe the Conservative Party will bring this secret to the table before the Russians do anything, and then it will naturally have nothing to do with us." Di Renjie comforted, but despite what he said , but he was still very vigilant in his heart.

There was silence in the carriage again, and both of them were lost in thought.

At the same time, in the Hughenden Manor.Disraeli saw Lord Lawton who had just sent Di Renjie to the station and came back.

"How?" he asked.

"It was delivered safely." Lawton replied. "But do you really want to hand over the investigation to the two of them?"

"Of course, I trust them very much." Disraeli said meaningfully.

"Why would you..."

"It's not good, Your Excellency." The two were about to exchange the situation again when they saw a maid running down the stairs in a hurry.

"What is the matter," asked Lord Rawton.

The maid said nervously, "No, Miss Angelina, I'm gone."

"what!?"

Lawton and Disraeli both showed astonished expressions.

*
The afternoon sun was drowsy, illuminating the shadows of the vegetation on the land of England.Angelina was riding a white steed, galloping gracefully across the ground.

Just now, when her father was entertaining a few visiting guests and the security personnel in the manor were all paying attention to the front hall, she sneaked out of the room and found the white horse that she liked to ride since she was a child. ran away from home.

At this time, she was already tens of miles away from Huonden Manor.

"Huh," Angelina reined in her horse and turned her head to look in the direction of her home. Facing the sun, she stroked her hair, wiped off the slightly oozing sweat, and said with a smile:
"Hehe, it's so naive to want to lock me up at home."

Then she looked in the direction of London, raised her whip, and galloped away.

Ever since her mother's death, Angelina has had a bad relationship with her father.It is also out of such a rebellious psychology to violate the etiquette that all noble ladies should have, to run a bar in downtown London alone, and to be a bartender by himself.

She didn't want to live according to her father's expectation, but wanted to find her own path.

*
At 3:00 pm, the train from Buckinghamshire finally arrived at Paddington Station in London.

In this era, London has the busiest railway system in the world. There are more than a dozen railway stations in the London area alone. From the famous King's Cross Station to the crowded Victoria Railway Station, each station is like a bird that is constantly swallowing and spewing. A crowd of monsters.

Paddington Station is one of them. This railway station in London's West End mainly accepts passengers from the northwest of the city.

"Are you planning to go to the hospital for the next arrangement?" Di Renjie looked at Sherlock.

"Yes, I still have some finishing work in the hospital. Today has been a waste of a day, and I will start to deal with new commissions tomorrow, so I want to take advantage of this gap to deal with the leftovers over there."

"Then I'll go back to Baker Street first."

Paddington Station is not too far from Baker Street, and it only takes about 20 minutes to walk. Di Renjie has been sitting in various vehicles for a long time today, and he plans to walk home at this time, so he should exercise by the way.

From Paddington to Marylebone, where Baker Street belongs, there are a large number of middle class and small businessmen who have settled in London.

The houses on both sides of the street are not luxurious, but they are all decent. From time to time, one or two houses have their own exquisite gardens.The pedestrians I met on the road were clean and tidy, and occasionally I could see the fashionable styles that were just popular.

As a "newcomer" who just came to this world not long ago, although he has received the memory of his predecessor John Watson, Di Renjie still finds it interesting to see pedestrians and various houses on the road.

In this way, while admiring the scenery, we walked home.

However, as he walked, Di Renjie suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Some people always repeatedly appeared in the streets in front of and behind him, which immediately aroused Di Renjie's vigilance.Reminiscent of the discussion with Sherlock on the train just now, he immediately had a guess in his mind.

They could not be led home directly, as that might put Mrs. Hudson at risk.It is best to find a public place with a large flow of people to throw them away, or find the nearest police station for assistance.

After having a plan in mind, he did not make any changes immediately, but walked forward about 200 meters in the direction he started.

After reaching an intersection, he changed direction naturally and walked onto the street on the south side.

However, since Di Renjie was not familiar with the streets of London, the more he walked to the south side of the street at this time, the fewer pedestrians on both sides.

As for the police station he wanted to find, there was no trace of it.

"Look at my luck." Di Renjie shook his head with a wry smile. He glanced at the road signs on both sides, and began to think in his mind:
"Go forward to another intersection and you will arrive at Oxford Road, and after Oxford Road, you will be Buckwheat Street"

It seems that I have never heard of any official institutions on these streets. Wait a minute, Buckwheat Street!
He suddenly remembered that the name of this street had been mentioned inadvertently.

Want to gamble?he thought so.

Before making a decision, he observed his surroundings in a covert manner.

As there were fewer pedestrians on the street at this time, those following people gradually showed signs of encircling them.

"I can't wait, I have to take a gamble."

Di Renjie made a judgment immediately, quickened his pace inadvertently, and slowly put his right hand in a position where he could draw his gun.

He walked through Oxford Road, then turned to Buckwheat Street, looking for something on the house numbers.

"This is number 72, it should be nearby."

However, as he got closer and closer to the target, the stalker noticed the anomaly first.

"He found out, speed up and keep up, don't hide." The leader among them ordered.

However, Di Renjie's reaction was also quick. Seeing that the stalker had changed his mode of action, he immediately ran away.

"67...59..."

As he ran wildly, he paid attention to the house numbers on both sides.

"Stop him," the leader yelled at the pursuers in front of him, regardless of the cover.

Two pursuers who tried to outflank from the other direction immediately jumped out of the interception.

"49..."

With a swish, Di Renjie pulled out his beloved revolver and pointed it forward.

"roll,"

He scolded angrily, the threat of the gun and the momentum of the words made the two interceptors pause for a second.

But they reacted immediately and continued to surround.

It's a pity that it was already too late, Di Renjie turned around suddenly at this time, and entered Yuna's bakery at No. 43, Buckwheat Street with lightning speed.

(End of this chapter)