what do you think sherlock

Chapter 166 Kelly's Mission

With a "boom", Mycroft tapped the table lightly with his index finger knuckles:

"On the one hand, Adler knows many details of the case, and can even foresee some things that didn't happen, which shows that she is very likely to be a participant or an insider behind these cases; but she is willing to disclose some core information to us, which shows that her interests are not consistent with others. This is a point we can take advantage of.

"But on the other hand, her interests are also not aligned with ours in terms of her reluctance to give us full information."

Di Renjie nodded in agreement: "Her attitude is very ambiguous, but I think the information she gave us should be correct. If possible, we may be able to guess her position through the purpose behind the information."

"It's still too vague at the moment." Sherlock shook his head slightly: "We still need more recent and further information."

"As for why Ms. Adler planned the explosion at the end of this meeting, I think there should be two purposes. First, she obviously doesn't want to leave any clues in that villa for others to peek into her secrets; second, she is trying to use this explosion to cover up this conversation and transaction with you." After finishing his thoughts, McCoff picked up his teacup and took a sip.

As for Adler's information, the three of Di Renjie discussed for a while, but none of them came up with a convincing answer. However, there are a few suspects now, but they still lack some strong evidence to support their speculations, so they can only let it go for the time being.

Leaving Regent's Park in a carriage, Mycroft kindly asked Di Renjie and Sherlock to be sent directly to 221B Baker Street.

Although in theory today's off-duty time has not yet arrived, the encounter between the two of them in the morning was too exciting, and the anesthetic drugs still affected their nerves, making it difficult for their smart brains to play their due role, so both of them were very persuasive and chose to go home and take a rest.

"What are you thinking?" Di Renjie looked at Sherlock who was staring ahead in a daze, and asked curiously:
"Isn't it because I can't forget that Ms. Adler?"

"Of course not." Sherlock retorted subconsciously, but just after he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and quickly added: "I admire Ms. Adler very much, but this kind of appreciation is not the kind of appreciation that men have for women, but the sympathy and sympathy that a smart person has for another smart person."

"Then do you think Ms. Adler is sexy?" Di Renjie thought Sherlock's reaction was a little funny, so he joked again.

"Um..." Sherlock was silent for a second or two, and then said a sentence in a straight voice: "Smartness is a new type of sexy."

When Di Renjie heard this, he was slightly taken aback, then nodded in agreement: "There is nothing wrong with that."

Seeing that Di Renjie wanted to continue asking, Sherlock quickly changed the subject. He coughed twice, took out a tin jar from his clothes, and said in a slightly regretful tone:
"It's a pity that the development of things today was too unexpected, and none of the backup plans I prepared came in handy."

As he spoke, he shook the tin can twice, and shrugged helplessly.

Di Renjie naturally saw through such an obvious change of subject, but he followed Sherlock's words very intimately, without revealing the other's little thoughts:
"Is this your backup plan? What's in this tin can?"

"My self-made smoke bomb can simulate the smoke when a fire breaks out. I planned to use this smoke bomb to drive everyone out of the villa and give us space and time to search for evidence if there was no result. However, I didn't expect the other party to create a real fire before the fake smoke was released." Sherlock said with a sigh.
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The Tower of London, the attic of the East Spire of the White Tower.

Kelly stood at the door of the attic with a stack of documents, hesitated for a long time, and then mustered up the courage to knock on the door of the attic room twice.

"Come in, it's hard for you to stand at the door for so long. It seems that reporting to me really requires a very long period of psychological construction." Lamb's annoying voice sounded.

Kelly frowned slightly, but she didn't show any more emotions, and walked in very professionally:
"Your Excellency Lamb, this is the feedback from the National Security Council and the Cabinet Home Secretary on this morning's work."

Lamb put his feet up on his messy desk, and the pair of torn dark blue socks that seemed to have not been washed for a long time swayed slightly towards the visitor:
"Don't make me read this rubbish, you sum it up, and then tell me directly what they said, remember not to exceed 10 words."

When Lamb said this, his eyes never left the shaking glass in his hand, and the amber liquid was tumbling up and down in the glass.

Kelly took a deep breath, then said:
"They thought we were doing a good job."

Upon hearing this, Lamb smiled contemptuously:
"It seems that you have done well without Watson."

"I'm not," Kelly tried to deny, but Lamb cut her off.

"Don't rush to deny it. This is not a problem. In our profession, how many people are willing to admit that they are not as good as others? Although the reality is always contrary to what people expect, in front of real geniuses, the harder an ordinary person works, the more hopeless they will be." After Lamb finished speaking, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp:

"But none of this matters to me, what you think, what Watson thinks, I don't care.

"But I do appreciate people who are ambitious and capable at the same time. I have a mission. For you, this may be an opportunity to truly prove your ability. Would you like to try it?"

After speaking, Lamb raised his eyes slightly, and stared at Kelly with his eyes that looked drunk all day long.

Obviously, these eyes looked so cloudy and so dim, but when she was enveloped by these eyes, Kelly still felt a chill in her heart for no reason.

It was a gaze that seemed to see through everything and ignore everything.

Kelly slightly clenched the document in her hand, and she felt her palms were sweating.

However, she is a very reliable imperial civil servant after all, so she made her own choice without hesitation:

"Of course I'd like to try it."

she said so.

A meaningful smile appeared on Lamb's rough, greasy face:
"The task is very simple. I need you to help me monitor this person's every move."

"Who?"

Lamb handed Kelly a file in his hand.

Kelly opened the file, and a photo appeared in front of her, which made her pupils shrink suddenly:
"It's actually her, but she's one of us?"

(End of this chapter)