what do you think sherlock

Chapter 30 Fish Meat
Because the reporters blocked the door, Di Renjie and Sherlock stayed at 221B Baker Street all morning, doing nothing.

But fortunately, Di Renjie can still rely on Sherlock's collection of books to pass the time, but Sherlock is more depressed, and can only use his violin to make noise constantly.

After noon, after the two had a simple lunch with Mrs. Hudson, there was a rhythmic knock on the door downstairs.

"It's not a reporter," Mrs. Hudson watched carefully behind the door for a while, and then she turned to them and said, "It's a police detective."

"Could it be Lestrade, let him come in." Di Renjie also walked to the door.

The door opened, and it turned out to be Lestrade, with a smile on his face. Obviously, he was in a good mood after being reinstated and even promoted to be a superintendent:
"Looks like you've been stuck in the house all morning, I hope I can bring you some good news."

"Are you going to take us away in a police carriage?" Di Renjie said jokingly, and invited Lestrade into the room, and then quickly closed the door, blocking the reporters who wanted to peek inside.

"You are right, Mr. Watson," said Lestrade, laughing.

"That's really good news," Sherlock also stopped the violin when he heard this sentence, which made Di Renjie's ears clear for a while.

"Remember the case at the tavern a few days ago? Scotland Yard is closing the case now, and we need you two to appear as witnesses." Lestrade took a sip of the black tea handed by Mrs. Hudson, moistened Moisturize your throat.

"That's great, I like being a witness the most," Sherlock said with his trademark smirk, in fact he doesn't like being a witness, but now, any way to help him avoid the annoying reporter at the door, he will like it.

"Then let's go," Di Renjie also wanted to go out to get some air, and more importantly, he had an appointment with Angelina at night. If he set off directly from Baker Street, there might be someone quietly following him, just in case Come across, maybe what kind of big news can come out.

So the two simply packed up, changed into the formal clothes they wore when going out, and were ready to go.

Walking to the door, Lestrade was already waiting here: "Then let's go out now."

He looked at the two of them and was about to open the door when he heard Sherlock say, "Wait a minute."

So Di Renjie and Lestrade both looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock took off a buckskin hat from a coat hook nailed to the wall, put it on his head, and then took off a khaki round hat and handed it to Di Renjie.

"Maybe you can change to a more fashionable hat, John." Sherlock smiled and winked at Di Renjie: "After all, you have an appointment with a young and beautiful lady tonight."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the helpless Di Renjie to react, Sherlock pulled Lestrade to open the door.

As soon as the gate of 221B Baker Street was opened, the noisy sounds, crowded crowd, noisy atmosphere, and the crowd pushing forward seemed to be a wall of air that was blowing head-on, enveloping the three of Di Renjie in a completely in different fields.

Lestrade took out his ID, motioned for people to get out of the way, and forced a way out of the crowd for Di Renjie and the two of them.

Sherlock immediately followed Lestrade and walked out of the passage.Di Renjie was still inside the door, he looked at the hat in his hand with a wry smile, and murmured:

"I think the old black hats are pretty good too."

But, having said that, he still wore the khaki hat Sherlock had given him.

"It seems to be quite suitable," he glanced at himself in the full-length mirror, showing a satisfied expression, then turned around and closed the door, and strode out.

*
"This is 5 pounds." In the famous Scotland Yard, Lestrade handed an envelope to Di Renjie: "A bonus in the name of you stopping two Russian spies in the bar."

"There is also a bonus to reward the two of you for your contributions in the hospital, but the process is not over yet, you may have to come again after a while." Lestrade poured a cup of black tea for the two of them, He himself sat behind the table on the other side. At this time, two more police inspectors came in and sat beside Lestrade.

"It's really good news," Di Renjie put away the envelope.

"Shall we begin then?" Sherlock looked at Lestrade.

"Of course," Lestrade nodded, motioning to the two inspectors to hand over several documents to Di Renjie and Sherlock, "These two documents briefly introduce the case of the spies murder in the bar, please take a look, if there is no problem , just sign your names on the last page."

"Wait," Sherlock pointed to a piece of content on the document, and looked at Lestrade, "Why is it written here that two Russian spies killed Darkley, what about Mark? And what about Mr. Charles who was involved?" Nothing was written."

Di Renjie also noticed this abnormality, so he also looked at Lestrade.

"To be honest, I don't know either." Lestrade spread his hands helplessly, "It's not convenient for me to say some things, but I guess, the reason why I concealed this part is mainly because I don't want the church to be involved. In addition, The conflict between the church and scientists may not want to be enlarged."

In fact, Di Renjie had already thought of this situation just now, but he still frowned at this moment.

"You don't have to worry about Mr. Charles. The cabinet has already communicated directly with the Bishop of the Holy See of Canterbury, and issued a very stern warning. The other party also assured that this is just an accidental incident, and it will never happen again." Lestrade added.

"But there is no evidence for such a statement, what if the public questions it after it is made public?" Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"This is also what surprised me," Lestrade's tone became a little serious and a little unbelievable, he said:
"This case does have evidence to prove this conclusion. You can see the next page, where it says that a special poison was found on the bodies of two Russian spies. After chemical analysis and animal experiments, its nature was determined and Mr. Duckley was killed. The same poison."

"It's absolutely impossible," Sherlock said in disbelief. All the clues he and Di Renjie found at the beginning pointed to that Mark.

"Could it be that the people inside Scotland Yard's forensic laboratory were bribed?" Di Renjie asked suspiciously.

When Lestrade heard these words, his expression also changed. He first looked at the two inspectors beside him. The two inspectors lowered their heads tacitly, and then he said carefully:
"I was also skeptical at first, but I am an old friend with the head of the forensic laboratory. I asked him this question when I was drinking with him before. He said that the report was filled out by himself, and it was indeed the same poison. No one has tampered with the report."

Both Di Renjie and Sherlock were even more shocked when they heard the words, and Di Renjie was even more shocked than Sherlock. He had asked Charles about the poison before, and the other party had told him that Mark did not use some kind of poison that had been used long ago. The toxin that exists is a kind of poison that has been strengthened through extraordinary ability.

This determines that it is absolutely impossible for two Russians to have the same poison, because they are not superhumans at all and do not have the ability to strengthen poison.

So what went wrong?

It's a pity that Lestrade didn't have any more clues, and in order to play down the impact, Scotland Yard also took the attitude of calming down the matter first in this case, so neither Di Renjie nor Sherlock had the opportunity to continue to investigate further.

So the two could only sign the document first, and then left Scotland Yard with Lestrade sending them off.

*
10 Downing Street, inside the Prime Minister's Office.

Gladstone, Prime Minister of the Empire, stood in front of the French windows, a cup of coffee in his hand.He has a square face, which looks resolute and courageous, like a stubborn rock. Of course, some people who support him call him an angry lion to praise his bravery and uprightness.

But at this moment, the Prime Minister is facing a big trouble. If it is just a farce in a bar, then the citizens of the British Empire may only be a hot topic for a few days, and the newspapers can sell good sales for a period of time. , the matter gradually subsided.

However, yesterday's commotion was too great, whether it was a hospital or a train station, tens of thousands of people were involved.

The anger of the citizens of London will not be appeased easily unless...

"Mr. Prime Minister," said Chief Private Secretary Mills, who came in and interrupted Gladstone's thoughts, "those reporters have been around all day."

"Have the Secretary of Defense and the Home Secretary come forward?" Gladstone put down his coffee, took a cigar from a drawer, and cut the cap off with a cigar cutter.

"It came out, but," Mills shrugged, "it's the same as if he didn't come out... What should we do now, the media will definitely hold on to this matter."

The expression on Gladstone's face did not change much. He took out a box of matches from the table, wiped out the flame, and then lit the cigar slowly:

"When Russia invaded the Ottomans, I criticized Disraeli's one-sided policy towards the Ottomans. Although this incident brought me many benefits, I knew at the time that sooner or later it would become a stab at me in turn. Blade."

"At that time, the Conservative Party and the Queen were very dissatisfied. They didn't care what a backward and cruel country Ottoman was, and they only cared about the growing power of Russia... They were very dissatisfied."

Gladstone took a cigar and took a deep breath: "So this time, the situation we have to face may be more dangerous than we expected."

Gladstone said so much like a monologue, but Mills became more and more worried as he listened. At this moment, the worry on his face has reached the point where it is difficult to hide:
"So, sir, what shall we do now?"

He looked anxiously at Gladstone, as if he wanted to see a solution to the problem, or a reassuring expression on the face of the prime minister who had turned around the situation countless times.

Gladstone closed his eyes and thought for a moment, took a deep breath, and then showed a mysterious smile.

Mills' heart instantly settled down.

"Mills," Gladstone put away his cigars, took off his coat from the hanger by the table, and put it on with a flick of his hand:

"Nowadays, people are knives and I am fish, what do you think should be done?"

Gladstone looked at Mills with a smile, strode to the door, asked himself and answered:

"Then kill him a bigger one." (Note 1)

Note 1: This sentence comes from "House of Cards", which is one of the most impressive lines in all the film and television works I have watched.

(End of this chapter)