what do you think sherlock

Chapter 17 Yuna
In front of Yuna's bakery, there are many spies chasing Di Renjie. They look at me and I look at you:

"Why did he hide in the bakery?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Boom," this is the sound of knocking on the skull.

"Maybe this is some kind of secret stronghold."

"I've bought bread here before, and it's really delicious,"

"Boom," it was the sound of hitting the skull again.

"Okay, don't even guess," the leader of several spies glanced at the crowd,
"Come in with me and have a look."

*
At this moment in Yuna's bakery, Di Renjie was looking at the lady in front of him in shock:

"Mrs. Stubbs, why are you here?"

"Good question, this is my bakery. I'm not here, should you be here? Mr. Watson." Mrs. Stubbs lowered her head slightly, staring at the embarrassed Di Renjie from the air above the glasses ,
"Mr. Watson, although you are a member of our academic gathering, this is my bakery, not a safe house."

Di Renjie smiled embarrassingly. Although he was teased by the old lady for a while, Charles had introduced him before that this old lady is a transcendent person who has stepped into the third level, so his current safety is at least guaranteed up.

But Senior Yuna is Mrs. Stubbs... Mr. Charles definitely didn't say it on purpose!
I guess I want to have some fun at the party in the future... People are not old.

Just as Di Renjie was standing awkwardly, the curtain of the bakery was thrown open, and several big Slavic men broke in while maintaining a vigilant posture.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to stand here and wait..." The leading Slavs found Di Renjie's figure, a little puzzled but very glad to say.

"Then there are too many things you didn't expect." Mrs. Stubbs took out a baguette from the shelf and swept it lightly at the intruders. A mysterious force instantly controlled the intruders. The few people who entered created many illusions in their brains and vision.

"This is not an example." After exerting her extraordinary strength, the old lady leisurely put the baguette back on the shelf, her posture was very elegant, as if she was not attacking the enemy just now, but just went to the oven to get the bread.

"Thank you, Mrs. Stubbs," Di Renjie thanked, taking off his hat. As for the disturbing words such as "this bread can still be sold again", he naturally kept it in his heart rationally.

"I created an illusion for them, making them think that you tricked them and slipped away through the back door," Stubbs said with a glance at Di Renjie,

"So they'll be out right away, but before that, you can ask them a few questions."

"Really?" Di Renjie said pleasantly, "Will this affect the illusion?"

"You don't have much time." Stubbs shrugged, and this casual attitude had already told Di Renjie the answer.

Time was running out, Di Renjie didn't have time to thank him, and immediately turned around and said to a follower who was about to evacuate:
"Why are we tracking that person just now?"

"Of course it's because he knows the contents of the secret letter." The person being questioned seemed to have lost his ability to judge, and he didn't realize the unreasonableness of this question at all.

So Di Renjie became bolder: "Who told us this news."

"From the interrogation of the bartender."

Interrogation, this word gave Di Renjie a bad feeling.

"Where is he now? Is he still alive?"

"Of course it's in the basement of 27 Jamestown Road, but it's already a corpse."

Corpse... Di Renjie sighed inwardly, but still took the time to ask questions,
"Hey, what are you two doing, you haven't followed up yet," at this moment, the leading Slavs shouted at the two, somewhat dissatisfied with their procrastination.

"Here we come," the pursuer who was questioned by Di Renjie replied hastily, and then ran out the door immediately.

"The question is over? There's nothing you can do if you haven't finished the question. You only have one chance. If you keep them here forcibly, they will easily notice the abnormality after they get out of the illusion." Mrs. Stubbs walked to the door again unconsciously. , standing shoulder to shoulder with Di Renjie.

"I really don't know how to thank you," Di Renjie quickly collected his thoughts and thanked you again.

"You were also implicated by Charles. Besides, you are ours after all, but how did you find this place? I haven't heard from Angelina yet. Could it be that you have communicated in private... Wait," said Si Tubbs noticed Di Renjie's embarrassed gaze, and immediately reacted,

"It's actually because of the words of your real name, you are so witty, I almost forgot, Charles, an old guy, will use this as a teaching material every time he leads a newcomer to the extraordinary."

"At least, it really helped me this time, although not in the way you initially expected." Di Renjie laughed.

"Let's not talk about this, since you are here, just tell me your current address, and we can save some procedures."

"Of course, I live at 221B Baker Street now."

"I will entrust a courier to deliver the time and address of future gatherings to this address, but you still need to contact Angelina. You can't expect me, an old man, to tell you boring common sense." Sta Although Mrs. Booth's tone was not very friendly, Di Renjie could still tell at a glance that this old lady was a typical cold outside and hot inside.

"I will," he smiled and bowed slightly to the old lady, expressing his gratitude in his heart.

However, at this moment, his expression suddenly changed.

Since he has been attacked, there is no reason for Sherlock to be let go by them!

"Thank you for your rescue. I will keep this kindness in my heart, but I have urgent matters right now, so I'm afraid I have to say goodbye to you first." Di Renjie asked Mrs. Stubbs to leave:

"Also, do you know where the nearest police station is?"

*
At this time, in St. Bartholomew's Hospital, Sherlock in disguise was hiding at the corner, secretly observing several uninvited guests in the corridor.

He has rich experience in melee combat, reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance, so he discovered something wrong earlier than Di Renjie. Coupled with the complicated flow of people in the hospital, he was able to successfully throw off several pursuers.

However, these tracking Slavic spies were not inexperienced. After they realized that they had lost their target, they immediately sent people to guard the front and rear gates of the hospital, while the remaining few entered the hospital to search for signs of Sherlock.

"The security of the hospital... Forget it, those old gentlemen who are half buried in the ground are definitely not their opponents," Sherlock thought quickly about the solution in his mind,
"But there seems to be a telephone in the security room that can be connected to Scotland Yard."

"It should work."

(End of this chapter)