what do you think sherlock

Chapter 23 The Power of Gratitude

"Mr. Lestrade," after confirming Angelina's joining, Di Renjie called Lestrade, "When I was attacked before, I accidentally learned of a secret stronghold of these people. I think The Russians who escaped earlier are likely to flee in this direction."

"You are really amazing, Mr. Watson," Lestrade opened his mouth in shock. He didn't expect that during such a tense pursuit, Di Renjie could find out the location of the other party's stronghold.

Did he really work as a military doctor in Afghanistan? ?

Are you sure it's not a scout?

Of course, Di Renjie couldn't expose Mrs. Stubbs' credit, so he could only reluctantly accept Lestrade's admiring gaze.

"It's not worth mentioning," Di Renjie seemed to be very indifferent. He shrugged and said to Lestrade with a smile,

"So officer, we hope you can bring a group of people and go there with us to have a look."

"Of course it's no problem." Lestrade patted his chest and said, of course he was very happy to pick up the credit that fell from the sky.

He didn't expect that Di Renjie's real intention for calling him was just to worry that he would be seized by the other party when he was alone.

You must know that Lestrade was also the one who read the secret letter, and he could also be the target of the other party's actions.Considering that these Russians have even made such a big noise about the hostage of the hospital at the moment, attacking a policeman may not make them hesitate much.

"In addition, can you send someone to call the Hughendon Manor and ask Lord Lawton to pay attention to safety in the near future? Before all these spies are caught, we cannot rule out the possibility of Lord Lawton being attacked."

To be conservative, Di Renjie asked Lestrade for another matter. However, he was not particularly worried about Lawton, because he had seen the defense force of Huonden Manor, and it was definitely not a defense that these people could break through today.

So as long as Lord Lawton stays in the manor for a day or two, his safety will be safe.

As for the low-probability event that Lawton sent him and Sherlock back on the train, and then took the train to London by himself...

It shouldn't be so unlucky, right?
Di Renjie was thinking about it, when a voice suddenly called him:
"Mr. Watson,"

Di Renjie looked in the direction of the voice, and it turned out that the person who called him was a police officer under Lestrade.

At this time, all the people around turned their attention to the little police officer, which made him feel a little stressed, and he couldn't help but secretly groaning in his heart, why did he agree to the requests of those patients so impulsively? .

But now that you’ve come, you can only bite the bullet and say:

"Mr. Watson, some patients in the hospital would like to see you."

"Patient?" Di Renjie was a little curious. He didn't seem to have any friendship with any patient in this hospital.

"Just take a look and you'll know."

So Di Renjie and his party followed the police officers to the inside of the hospital.

The interior of the hospital has barely restored order at this time, but the bullet marks on the walls and the blood left by the Russians all show how dangerous and chaotic everything has just been encountered here.

The police brought Di Renjie and the others to the infusion room. At this time, less than half of the crowd that had gathered here had been evacuated, but there was still a large group of people waiting to be evacuated and treated.

"Mr. Watson," the policeman led an old man to Di Renjie, "this old man wants to see you."

Di Renjie looked at the old man in front of him. He was well-dressed. Although there was a trace of sickness on his face, every hair was meticulously taken care of. He was obviously an old gentleman of some wealth.

"Mister, do you need anything for me?" Di Renjie asked curiously.

"Mr. Watson," the old gentleman said slowly, "Actually, we have nothing to do with you. We just want to say thank you for your willingness to stand up in such a dangerous situation."

"So, thank you, Mr. Watson."

The old man expressed his gratitude to Di Renjie very solemnly.

And just after the old man finished speaking, some scattered voices gradually came from the crowd gathered in the infusion room:

"Thank you, Mr. Watson."

"Thank you so much."

"Thank you for coming forward, Mr. Watson."

……

Because it has not been rehearsed, the voice is a bit messy, so that there are even words like this mixed in:
"Mr. Watson, I opened a cookie shop on Jenny Street. From now on, as long as you come, I will give you a [-]% discount...ah no, a [-]% discount."

"It's only [-]% off, you are too dishonest, Mr. Watson, I run a restaurant on Oxford Road, as long as you come, we will serve it for free!"

As soon as the gentleman's words fell, there was an encouraging "wow" sound from the crowd, and some enthusiastic people applauded, and the chaotic and uneasy atmosphere in the infusion room was instantly swept away.

The people who had spent an afternoon in shock finally exuded the joy of rebirth after a catastrophe, and in this joy, Di Renjie also felt a long-lost warmth.

It turns out that no matter in which time, space or world, ordinary people's happiness and satisfaction are as simple as that.

This kind of warmth gave Di Renjie, who traveled to this world, a little something different in his heart, something that he had always had but was temporarily forgotten recently.

In addition, at this moment, in Di Renjie's soul room, along with people's sincere thanks, some unusual, rainbow-colored glows emerged little by little.

However, right now Di Renjie doesn't have enough time to explore his soul room, he still has a lot of things to do first.

"I just did what I had to do,"

Di Renjie looked at everyone with a smile. He calmed down and said again:

"I have received everyone's thanks, but the most important thing right now is for everyone to evacuate with the police and medical staff as soon as possible, especially friends who have already come to see a doctor with symptoms."

"As for me, I still have to deal with the last link of today, so, goodbye everyone."

*
Whitehall, seat of the Central Government of Great Britain.

In the office of Bernard Eddington, Chief Civil Officer of the Civil Service Committee, there were sudden ringing of the phone.

"Hello," Chief Clerk Bernard Eddington answered the phone, "This is Bernard Eddington."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were shifting positions.

After a while, a masculine male voice came from the other side of the microphone:

"Mr Eddington, this is Gladstone."

"Your Excellency," Bernard Eddington immediately stood up, his tone becoming respectful:

"What's the matter with you?"

"I heard there was a hijacking at St. Bartholomew's Hospital, did you know?"

"Of course, Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

"Have people from Scotland Yard and the Secret Service come to solve the problem?"

"Of course, Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

"So what's the situation now?"

"Everything is under control, Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

"Okay, then I hope the incident can be resolved as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

"Try to avoid casualties."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

"As soon as it's done, send me a detailed report of the incident and have someone draft a press release."

"Absolutely no problem, Your Excellency."

Papa, the phone was hung up, and the smile and respect on Bernard Eddington's face faded immediately, but he did not sit down, but immediately dialed the phone again:
"Hi, this is Mycroft."

Mycroft's voice came from the other end of the phone,
"This is Bernard Eddington."

"Mr. Secretary, what can you do?"

Bernard Eddington touched his chin and said in silence for a moment:
"I heard that there was a kidnapping incident at St. Bartholomew's Hospital?"

"Is there such a thing?"

(End of this chapter)