what do you think sherlock

Chapter 24 East District
"Thank you, Mr. Lestrade, at least we don't have to ride on horseback this time." Di Renjie sat in the four-seater carriage brought by the police station, and teased him kindly.

There is not much difference between the police carriage and the ordinary four-seater carriage, except for the thicker carriage and the Scotland Yard emblem painted on the outer layer.

"You're welcome, Mr. Watson, you really helped a lot this time." Lestrade rubbed his hands awkwardly, because Angelina was sitting next to him.It was fine that he didn't know last time, but now that he knew the identity of this young lady, his attitude inevitably changed.

"I have to say, ma'am, your spear skills are really amazing. I think even if Watson didn't do it in the bar back then, the two spies would have ended well, right?"

Sherlock's words seemed to be a compliment on the surface, but they were actually a test. He obviously noticed something unusual.

"Thank you for your compliment, but it's a pity that I didn't have my gun with me at that time. After all, not everyone would carry a revolver with him like Mr. Watson, would he?"

As a lady who has experienced a full set of high-level aristocratic education, Angelina was able to deal with this kind of verbal confrontation with ease, and she kicked the ball at Di Renjie with just one sentence.

"You understand, Afghanistan," Di Renjie smiled helplessly. He didn't want to get burned, and he didn't want Sherlock to continue asking, so he turned his head to look at Lestrade again, and changed the subject:

"Mr. Detective, do you have any plans to enter 27 Jamestown Road shortly?"

Now the three people in the carriage turned their gazes to Lestrade.

Lestrade was a little confused, since he was persuaded by Watson, he didn't use his brain much.

Wasn't it always arranged by you?Why do you suddenly have to use your own brain? !

So he faltered and said, "A plan... a plan?"

"Yes, the plan." The three said in unison.

"Hahaha,"

Lestrade laughed awkwardly. At this time, his brain was still in a dormant state, but the instinct of an excellent imperial civil servant still allowed him to give the most reliable answer:
"Don't worry, haha,"

"Everything is under control."

*
Outside Paddington Railway Station, dense crowds of pedestrians weave into a river, and in this river, Popov and his party in disguise stand like pillars.

"In 5 minutes, Lawton will arrive at Paddington by train. I need you to block all the entrances and exits of the station, neither to let him escape, nor to let people from Scotland Yard and the Bureau of Secrecy break in." Bobo Husband said in a low tone.

"Yes," came several equally low replies from behind him.

Popov nodded. The dozen or so people behind him were the elite he had brought from St. Petersburg, and among them were three first-order transcendents. He believed that they would not let him down.

*
The East End of London in this era is synonymous with slums, and all imaginable poverty, filth, dirty, and sinful people and things can be found here.

On the east side of the East District are a large number of factories, countless workers who sell their lives between steam and steel, shuttle here like ants every day; on the west and south sides are ports, where there are many docks and gangs are intertwined, and countless sea ships pass by every day. The Thames River flows upstream here, slanting a large amount of population and industrial raw materials here; in the middle is the commercial area, full of feasting and smoky atmosphere, both sides of the street are full of down-and-out women who have to sell their flesh and blood for a living.

Di Renjie didn't like it here, from the first moment the carriage drove in, he didn't like it here.

"Mr. Watson, people here have their own rules," Lestrade noticed Di Renjie's expression, and while drawing the curtains of the car window, he explained: "As long as they don't kill people, fine, yes." If there is no big commotion, Scotland Yard is not willing to take care of the affairs here."

"I understand, Mr. Lestrade," Di Renjie grabbed Lestrade's hand to close the curtain, "Thank you, but you don't need to close it, I want to take a good look."

"Well, if you insist on this." Lestrade withdrew his arm.

Di Renjie silently looked at the pedestrians in the East District. There are all kinds of people here. Some people are numb, as if their souls have been taken away by hard work; some people are suffering, as if they have just lost someone they cherish; some people are proud , trembling with the pounds they just won from the casino; there are also fierce people who interpret the law of the jungle to the extreme.

There are everyone here, except there are no happy people, Di Renjie thought so, his heart was heavy.

Until, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes.

Those were a pair of youth's eyes, very clear eyes, the pupils of the other party were dark, but there was a kind of hope-like light in the eyes.This kind of light is so special and so precious in this place where the floor is full of smelly water, the walls are mottled, the restaurants are greasy, and even the signboards on the road are covered with dust.

After all, there is still some hope here, Di Renjie thought so.

The carriage drove quickly and crossed the street in an instant, and the young man who surprised him just now was far behind them.The sound of horseshoes kicking and trampling will not stop Di Renjie's thoughts for a moment.

But Di Renjie had a hunch that as long as the hope in the young man's eyes didn't disappear, they would meet again sometime.

"Here we are, Mr. Watson." Lestrade woke up Di Renjie from his contemplation. At this time, the four of them had arrived at No. 27 James Town Road, which was close to the Thames River, and everyone could smell the smell that belonged to the river.

"It's a good place to get away," Sherlock observed the surrounding environment, and was the first to get off the carriage.

Everyone rushed out immediately, and the four of Di Renjie and a dozen police officers surrounded No. 27 James Town Road.

"Should I say something first?" Lestrade looked at the three of them.

"I don't think it should be necessary," it was Angelina who spoke at this time, because her two waiters were likely to die here tragically, so she was in an extremely disturbed mood at this time.

"Ladies first," Sherlock spread his hands.

"Alright then," Lestrade immediately ordered, "immediately control the upper floors of the building and report after confirming that it is correct."

"Then us?" He looked at Di Renjie again, and Di Renjie signaled him to look at Angelina with his eyes, after all, she was the one who suffered.

"Go straight in," Angelina gritted her teeth, and took the lead to walk to the basement.

"Is this not safe?" Lestrade looked at Di Renjie.

Di Renjie looked at Angelina who was already holding both pistols in his hands at this time, thought about the opponent's record just now, nodded and said:

"Those spies are really not safe anymore."

"Uh," Lestrade thought he didn't mean that.

But at this time, Angelina had already shot two shots at the door, punching two holes in the wooden door of the basement, and everyone stopped hesitating and followed her inside.

However, to everyone's surprise, there were indeed traces of a large number of people's activities in the basement, but no living person was seen.

"Did they evacuate? Or, to besiege Huonden Manor, no, it's impossible, if they have the strength, wouldn't it be more convenient to take us down directly..." Di Renjie frowned.

"John, they've been away for at least 30 minutes." Sherlock reached out to hold a still warm teapot.

"In other words, they didn't come back at all."

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