what do you think sherlock

Chapter 18 The Rescue of Sherlock

Marylebone Police Station, the door was suddenly opened heavily, and Di Renjie rushed in like a gust of wind, instantly attracting the attention of all the police officers on duty.

"Sir, this is the police station, please..."

"Do you have a phone here?" Di Renjie walked quickly to the front desk of the police station.

"Of course not, sir, our place is not a star-rated hotel." A police officer perfunctoryly said.

"I'm looking for Inspector Lestrade, Scotland Yard."

"Oh, it seems that we just installed one not long ago, so I'll take you there." The police officer, who was a little upset just now, immediately changed his expression, and led Di Renjie to the communication room very enthusiastically.

Ten minutes later, there was a loud sound of trampling horseshoes outside the Marylebone Police Station. Lestrade arrived on a brown horse with eight mounted policemen.

"Mr. Watson, you mean that you were attacked by the Russians." Lestrade asked as soon as he entered the door.

"Yes, but I'm fine, those people have already been thrown away by me, what really needs to worry about right now is Sherlock."

"Sherlock," Lestrade was still a little worried when he heard that Sherlock might be in danger. After all, this guy had solved many troublesome cases for him.

"Where is he now?"

"If there is no accident, it should be in St. Bartholomew's Hospital." Di Renjie gave the address.

"Then can you ride a horse?" Lestrade tried to ask after calculating the distance silently.

"Horse riding... I know a little bit."

*
St. Bartholomew's Hospital, Medical Laboratory.

The tightly closed door was gently opened, and forensic doctor Jasmine was standing in front of the testing table.

Originally, she was concentrating on doing experiments, but perhaps a slight change in the airflow in the room caught her attention.

"The medical laboratory prohibits outsiders from entering at will." She said without looking back.

However, no one in the air responded to her question, as if no one came in at all.

Jasmine gradually felt that something was wrong, and the movements of her hands gradually slowed down.

Suddenly, a man's hand was on his shoulder.

"Ah," she turned around abruptly and was about to scream, but instantly recognized who it was, and swallowed the cry abruptly back from her throat.

"Hush," Sherlock, who was disguised, covered Jasmine's mouth with his hands, and made her a silent gesture.

"Sherlock," she broke away from Sherlock's hand with some dissatisfaction, "what are you doing?"

"Keep your voice down, Jasmine, I'm being followed." Sherlock spoke in a very low voice.

"Stalking? Who? Why are you following you?"

"It's too late to explain to you. There are a lot of them, and they are searching around for me in the hospital right now. Listen, Jasmine, I need you to do me a favor." Sherlock said with a serious expression.

Although it was a bit sudden, Jasmine couldn't say no to Sherlock.

"Okay, tell me how I can help you."

"I can't show up now, but ordinary doctors and nurses don't pay attention to it. There is a phone in the security room that can directly connect to Scotland Yard. If possible, I hope you can go to the police quietly."

"What if they have someone watching the security room?"

"That's the worst case scenario, but I've also thought of a backup plan in advance. Do you remember where the south door of the hospital is?"

"Where?"

"Oh, you pass by there every day to work... well, this is not the time to talk about that, it's the London Stock Exchange, there must be a call for the police. If there is someone in the security room, you take off the hospital uniform , Pretend to be an ordinary patient and go out, I have observed the gate, and they don't dare to block people blatantly." Sherlock arranged patiently.

"What about you, Sherlock, it may take a lot of time if you do this." Jasmine said worriedly.

"I," Sherlock suddenly glanced around, with a smile on his face, "I thought of a good place to hide."

"Where?" Jasmine was at a loss.

"Come here and do me a favor," Sherlock walked to the side of the laboratory, stretched out his hand to grab the steel handle, and inserted the key into the keyhole. Immediately, there was a sound of metal machinery turning, and he pulled out a corpse freezer .

"You don't mean to..." Jasmine's eyes widened.

"Of course, it's safe, concealed and comes with refrigeration. I just ran out of sweat." Sherlock said, lying down in the freezer very naturally.

"Then good afternoon, Jasmine, I hope you can hurry up, the oxygen here is probably only enough for me for more than an hour." He showed an encouraging smile, and then began to fall asleep, as if he was also a corpse.

"FUCK," Jasmine closed Sherlock's freezer with a broken expression.

However, it may be that Sherlock has been doing nothing too many times in his daily life. This time, apart from being a little surprised at the beginning, she has accepted it at this time.

"I'm really..." She patted herself on the forehead, thinking that sooner or later she would lead Sherlock astray, but right now is not the time to think so much, after she confirmed that Sherlock's freezer was locked , directly took off the white coat, and walked quickly to the security room.

At this time, in St. Bartholomew's Hospital, Russian spies had deployed manpower in various key positions. As soon as Sherlock showed up, he would immediately fall into their hands.

"Hasn't anyone been found yet?" Popov said indifferently.

"Not yet, sir."

"Keep looking, search every piece of land for me."

"In this case, we may have conflicts with the hospital staff." The subordinate said with some concern.

Popov pondered for a while, then narrowed his eyes:

"Then let's have a conflict. Send a few people to guard the gate. In addition, find all the communication lines in the hospital. The British government must not discover the abnormality too quickly."

*
There is a distance between St. Bartholomew's Hospital and the Marylebone Police Station. Sherlock goes to work every day, either by a two-seater carriage or by subway.

Therefore, although they rode fast horses for about 10 minutes, Di Renjie and Lestrade were still galloping on Holborn Avenue.

"Officer Lestrade, how long will it take for us to arrive?" Di Renjie asked anxiously.

"Mr. Watson, your riding skills are much better than I imagined, but even so, we still need 10 minutes."

*
"Boom,"

"Boom, bang."

With several gunshots, the Russians quickly controlled the situation in the hospital.

"Everyone, squat on the ground and put your head in your hands."

"Don't make small moves."

After a few reprimands and demonstrations, all the patients, doctors and nurses obediently squatted down according to their requirements.

In order to prevent newly admitted patients from finding abnormalities, Popov also deliberately removed the maintenance signs from the hospital warehouse and posted them outside the main entrance of the hospital, and asked several of his staff to pretend to be staff members to guide the flow of people at the door and wait for those who came to see the doctor Walking into the hospital, under the threat of guns, you will quickly become a member squatting on the ground.

"Damn it," said Jasmine, who was about to reach the security room, but now she had to squat down on the ground and pretend to be an ordinary person.

"What should I do? There isn't much oxygen left for Sherlock in the freezer." She lowered her head and anxiously thought of a solution, but just in time she saw several gangsters pointing guns at the hospital security and found the phone in the security room.

"Crack," the phone line was cut by a big man.

"It's over," Jasmine's heart was suddenly ashamed.

(End of this chapter)