what do you think sherlock

Chapter 27 Night and Midfield

James Town Road is not far from Whitechapel Subway Station. Di Renjie and Sherlock arrived at their destination after a brief conversation in the carriage.

However, to their surprise...

"Sherlock, does this mean impassable?" Di Renjie pointed curiously at the warning sign at the entrance of the subway station. The huge red and yellow symbols were still clear in the evening sun.

"I know how the people of Scotland Yard managed to quickly reinforce Paddington." Sherlock snapped his fingers and made a wise voice.

"Wow, do you know how we're going to get home?" Di Renjie held his forehead helplessly.

Sherlock: "Whoa, John, did you know that if we take a carriage back to Baker Street, it takes about 40 minutes, but if we walk back, it only takes an hour."

Di Renjie: "Although it sounds like you recommend walking, I still prefer to take a carriage."

Sherlock: "Nice idea, John, but I have some bad news to share with you."

Di Renjie: "What bad news?"

Sherlock: "It only costs 1.5 shillings to take a carriage back to Baker Street from here."

Di Renjie: "Sounds good. I didn't bring much money when I went out today, but I still have 1 shilling left."

"Great," Sherlock clenched his right hand and slapped his left hand, showing a happy look: "Then we only need to walk for 20 minutes."

Di Renjie: ...

……

Hansen was walking in the alleys of Lime House District, but what he was thinking about was still the "encounter" on the road just now.It was obvious that he was just walking on the main road in the East District very normally, yet he actually attracted the attention of the gentleman sitting in the police carriage.

He still remembered that look, which was very complicated, full of relief and appreciation, and even a hint of hope.

It confused him a little, and he remembered that he had never met each other.

"Boss, what are you thinking?" A teenager following behind him put his hand on his shoulder.

"No, it's nothing, I just seem to see a strange person." Hansen shook his head, leaving these messy thoughts behind him. He still has important things to do right now, so he can't be distracted.

"Check the weapons on hand to see if there is any damage." Hansen turned around and urged.Of course, such exhortations are meaningless. They are just a small gang formed by thieves. Naturally, they have no firearms on hand. The so-called weapons are some simple cold weapons, such as daggers and swords. Just checked it again, there was no problem just now, and naturally there will be no problem now.

This was just a way for Hansen to divert his attention, but the youths and teenagers who followed him did so simply, showing that they had extraordinary trust in Hansen.

After seeing everyone finished checking, Hansen spoke again and said in a serious tone:

"Tonight, we must let the Gray Wolf Brotherhood know that the Lime House area is our territory, and anyone who wants to interfere will be crushed by us."

*
"Jingle bell~"

The loud ringing of the phone was like an uninvited guest rudely intruding into the peaceful Hurndon Manor.

"Hi," an old hand picked up the receiver, "I'm Disraeli."

"Honorable Earl, this is Regent's Park." Mycroft's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mycroft? It's really rare. I haven't received your call for a long time." Disraeli's tone was very calm.

"Her Majesty's civil servants are only responsible to Her Majesty and the cabinet, Your Excellency the Earl." Mycroft's tone was equally calm.

Disraeli took the receiver and sat on the sofa: "You are right, Mycroft, civil servants must maintain their neutrality between the two parties, so why did you make this call today?"

"For your chief secretary, Your Excellency the Earl, Lord Lawton is injured and is currently recuperating in St. Mary's Hospital, but fortunately, the injury is not life-threatening."

Disraeli was silent for a moment, and then spoke again, his tone still calm: "It seems that I should give him a long vacation to recuperate."

"Very good proposal, sir, I think Lord Lawton will like it." Mycroft said politely.

The two hung up the phone afterward. Disraeli sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, picked up the phone again, and dialed a number.

The phone was connected, and a respectful woman's voice came from the opposite side.

"Help me send a message to New Delhi as quickly as possible, telling Jonathan that I need him to return to London immediately."

*
Creak, the door of 221B Baker Street was pushed open.

Sherlock and Di Renjie, who had just walked for 10 minutes and then sat in the carriage for more than 20 minutes, walked in with a bit of travel.

"Oh, my God, you are finally back." Mrs. Hudson who heard the news rushed over and gave the two of them a hug.

"I've heard about the incident at Paddington Station. It seems that something dangerous happened there, but it's not very clear. You know, news among old ladies always spreads quickly, but it's hard to say how accurate it is. .” Mrs. Hudson led the two into her living room with some worries,

"But I'm relieved to see you all come back safe and sound. I've prepared some dinners. Pineapple pie, spicy tomato pasta and a roast chicken. Do you want to join me?"

"Of course, it couldn't be better," Sherlock made an exaggerated look of expectation.

"Thank you very much," Di Renjie expressed his gratitude to Mrs. Hudson. The portion of Mrs. Hudson's dinner clearly included him and Sherlock. Naturally, he would not refuse such kindness and enthusiasm .

"You're welcome," Mrs. Hudson waved her hand, and went to the kitchen to heat up dinner, leaving Sherlock and Di Renjie in the living room.

"Sherlock, when I see Mrs. Hudson, sometimes I feel that we have not found a landlord, but an aunt." When Di Renjie said this, he subconsciously squeezed Pinching his beard, he suddenly realized that his current body no longer had the fluttering long beard of his previous life.

"You're right, John, that's why I fell in love with this house right away." Sherlock smiled smugly.

"It turns out that what our great detective is looking at is not the house, but the mistress of the house." Di Renjie teased.

"Hahaha, you're right," Sherlock said with a smile.

Just as the two of them were making jokes, the free time before dinner was quickly passed. After a simple dinner, the two of them returned to their own rooms. They both needed to rest after a long day of running around.

However, Di Renjie still had some things to do. After washing in the bathroom, he lay on the bed, and his spirit entered the soul room.

There's also a strange rainbow glow there that hasn't been dealt with.

(The first update, the second update will be a little later~)

(End of this chapter)