what do you think sherlock

Chapter 37 Opening (Two in One)

The main entrance of the British Museum is a marble column in the style of ancient Roman and Greek temples. After crossing the column, you will come to the inner gate. He led the three of Di Renjie to the special exhibition hall.

Enter the inner main entrance, pass through an elegant corridor, and come to the world-famous Great Atrium of the British Museum. The huge and dazzling glass vault has become the most famous landmark in London, and the center of the atrium is a cylindrical The building, the cylindrical hollow, houses a large number of books and archives.

This is the predecessor of the British Library - the library of the British Museum, which is also a very important building. What Di Renjie didn't know was that more than 20 years ago, a thinker stayed here for a long time and created a book Great book.

Of course, these famous places are not the destination of the three of them today. After all, these places lack the necessary conditions to become an exhibition hall.

Therefore, after the three of them stepped into the large atrium, they were led to the right by the waiter, that is, the east side of the entire museum. There is a side hall here, a typical three-story Victorian masonry building, except for a corridor and the main body of the museum. Except for the connection, there are lawns all around, and there is no space to block the line of sight.

This is clearly by design for security reasons.

There were already many groups of police officers standing guard on the lawn at this time. It could be seen that Scotland Yard attached great importance to today's party, or in other words, Scotland Yard, which had been on the cusp of the storm a while ago, did not dare to make mistakes again.

The main venue of the party is located on the first floor of the building. After Di Renjie and the others came here, the waiter left, and he had to go to the entrance to guide other visitors.

Out of the habit of detectives, Di Renjie and Sherlock's first reaction after entering the exhibition hall was to look around and look at the surrounding environment.

This is the consciousness of a detective. As we all know, a detective's reputation is often directly proportional to his chances of running into a case.

Although the building where the exhibition hall is located has three floors, the upper two floors are actually hollow, but some corridors and VIP lounges are built near the edge of the house, and the space connected to the exhibition hall on the first floor is in the middle. In this space, hangs a huge crystal chandelier.

The chandelier is covered with transparent glass polished into the shape of gemstones, and dozens of incandescent lamps are distributed among these jeweled glasses.

In 1881, incandescent lamps had gradually become popular among the upper class in London, and even some wealthy middle-class families liked to install one to catch up with the trend.But for Di Renjie, who lives at 221B Baker Street, the incandescent lamp is quite a new piece of furniture, especially when it appears in front of him with such a wealthy image.

To be honest, Di Renjie was a little shocked at first sight.

Under the action of a series of phenomena such as reflection and refraction of the glass, the crystal chandelier in the exhibition hall at this time is as gorgeous as the fragments of the sun.

"It's so beautiful," Di Renjie said with emotion, but this beauty has not made him forget his business. After a few seconds of simple appreciation, Di Renjie continued his previous observation.

The exhibition hall is arranged in a concentric circle structure with a total of four floors.

The innermost layer is located under the large chandelier, which is a circular stage, which should be the host of the party;

There is some open space on the edge of the stage, which should be set up for the convenience of the guests who will gather at the bottom of the stage for auction;

The outer layer of the open space is an entire exhibition area, where glass showcases are placed, and various cultural relics are displayed inside the showcases;

The outermost layer is the rest area and self-catering area placed against the wall.

"The party hasn't started yet, why don't we find a place to rest," Di Renjie suggested to Mrs. Hudson after scanning around.

"Good suggestion, but those meals don't look very good." Sherlock replied quickly, "It's much worse than Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship."

"Thank you, I agree with that." Mrs. Hudson smiled after a long absence.

So the three of them found a nearby sofa and sat down. Although they said that the food was not good, Sherlock still went to get a few cups of tea, juice and dessert.

"Let's eat as soon as we can," Sherlock put the food on the tea table in front of everyone.

"It's really not that good," Di Renjie took a sip of the cheese pudding, and although he thought it tasted good, he still commented with a high EQ.

"Oh, John, that's a bit of an exaggeration." Mrs. Hudson made a rare joke, and both Sherlock and Di Renjie laughed accordingly.

Unfortunately, however, the pleasant interaction between the three is quickly spoiled by the expected spoiler.

"Nolan, that traitor's wife, how dare you come here." A somewhat arrogant voice sounded in front of the three of them.

Di Renjie raised his eyes and looked forward. This was a very gracefully dressed lady, with a somewhat puffy figure, and looked younger than Mrs. Hudson.

Her husband was the Earl of Lucan, who was the supreme commander of the British Army's cavalry brigade during the light cavalry charge.

She was now staring at Mrs. Hudson with an unfriendly expression.

"Okay, are you a judge, ma'am?" Mrs. Hudson didn't speak, but Sherlock got up first, and Di Renjie watched him politely give the arrogant lady a gentleman's etiquette.

"Of course not, what do you mean?" Seeing that it was not Hudson but another strange man who replied, Mrs. Lucan's tone became a little gentler.

"Oh, there is really no other meaning, just thinking that Captain Nolan Hudson has not been convicted of treason by the court-martial, so you can convict people with certainty, almost thinking that you are a judge, thinking of taking the opportunity See you soon."

As Sherlock was talking, his style of painting suddenly changed. He didn't have the polite look just now, but put on a snobbish and contemptuous face:

"I didn't expect you to be purely ignorant. That's really my offense."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Mrs. Lucan with a look of "I wasted my time just now", and he played the yin and yang to the point of perfection.

Di Renjie silently gave Sherlock a thumbs up in his heart. Sherlock told him before that he was proficient in acting, but now he saw that it was not an exaggeration at all.

At this moment, he is a completely different person than usual.

"You..." Mrs. Lucan was so angry that she couldn't speak immediately. She clutched her chest and took a few deep breaths, but her anger was still uncontrollable, so she threw the plate in her hand on the ground and screamed. It attracted the attention of everyone in the exhibition hall.

She rushed forward and abused Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock with the most vicious swear words.

But Sherlock had an indifferent expression on his face, and even took out two medical cotton balls from his pocket in a leisurely manner, and stuffed them into Mrs. Hudson's ears.

"You're really well prepared," Di Renjie really wanted to applaud Sherlock at this time, no matter how great the sound insulation effect of this cotton ball is, just this action itself has already fully pulled out the mocking effect.

It's not at the same level as the opposite person who only knows how to swear. It can be said that Mrs. Lucan is still on the first floor, and Sherlock is already on the fifth floor.

At this time, Di Renjie even began to sincerely worry about Mrs. Lucan's state. Judging from his rich medical knowledge, such a state is prone to various emergencies such as stroke, tachycardia, and stomach cramps.

Fortunately, there are at least two doctors on site, one is a surgeon and the other is a forensic doctor...

"Stop, Mrs. Lucan," said another woman's voice, this time from a lady in a white dress who looked about Mrs. Hudson's age.

Her husband was Baron Calgan, the commander who led the hussars when they charged.

Her tone was calm and stern, and she seemed to look down on Mrs. Lucan, but due to the close relationship between the family, she had to maintain her dignity.

After all, this party is the focus of the whole of London, and if you make a fool of yourself at this party, I am afraid that the whole of England will watch the joke the next day.

However, Mrs. Calgen's words were obviously not enough, and the two of them had always looked down on each other, so Mrs. Lucan ignored each other's intentions at all.

Until an old voice sounded:

"Be quiet, Mrs. Lucan."

An elderly lady came out from the crowd. Her face was already covered with wrinkles. From the appearance, she might be more than 80 years old, but she was still wearing a purple dress.

"Ah, Mrs. Raglan, I..." Mrs. Lucan immediately stopped swearing when she heard the voice.

Sir Raglan was Marshal of Great Britain in the Crimean War. Although he died of illness during the war, he still left a rich heritage to his family.

Mrs. Raglan nodded, signaling Mrs. Lucan to step back, and then looked at Mrs. Hudson calmly. They looked at each other for a few seconds, but said nothing.

"I'm sorry to disturb you all. Please continue to enjoy. There are still many wonderful things tonight. Don't waste time on old stories." Mrs. Raglan turned to look at the guests participating in the exhibition, greeted them, and left.

"Who is she, she seems to have a lot of status?" Di Renjie asked curiously.

"Ms. Raglan, her husband was the marshal back then. She managed a huge estate after Sir Raglan's death. Most of the widows of the officers who died in that war received her favor." Harder Mrs. Sen calmed down and said.

"I heard that she is also one of the organizers of this exhibition." Sherlock added.

"How do you know, Sherlock, I thought we knew as much." Di Renjie looked at Sherlock with some surprise.

"From here," Sherlock raised the brochure in his hand, "on the title page, it says thank you Mrs. Raglan and her family."

"Okay, that's reasonable." Di Renjie spread his hands, and then he looked at Mrs. Hudson again: "Are you okay? I mean, the lady's words just now were really too much."

"Don't worry about me, John, vicious words are empty, they can't hurt me, did you see those people?"

Mrs. Hudson pointed out to Di Renjie and Sherlock a group of women sitting in the distance, and among those people, some people secretly looked at this side from time to time.

"Who are they?" Sherlock asked.

"The widows of the light cavalry who died on the battlefield, they never scolded me with vicious words, but the way they looked at me, the way they could have lived happily if Nolan hadn't given the wrong order back then , I feel out of breath every time I see it.”

Mrs. Hudson's tone was mixed: "That's what really pains me."

"No, it's not your responsibility after all, and..." Sherlock was about to say a few words of relief when his voice was interrupted by the host's voice in the middle of the exhibition:
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great excitement that I am here to announce,"

"The much-anticipated party is about to begin!"

(End of this chapter)