what do you think sherlock

Chapter 39
It turned out that it was not that he was attracted, but that this thing caught the attention of Zhenming Zhiyan.

Speaking of it, since I got this real name, I have never really used its ability.Based on Mr. Charles' materials, it was speculated that this real name statement might require special trigger conditions or some special method of use.

I didn't expect to meet him today, which is a kind of luck, Di Renjie rubbed his chin and thought.

"So, is anyone willing to bid for this mysterious auction item?" Mr. Davidson picked up the small wooden hammer in his hand.

However, the scene was completely silent, and there were even impolite whispers in the crowd.

"Is no one willing to bid on this auction?" Davidson asked again.

There were even boos and chuckles from the crowd at this point.

The voice came from Mrs. Lucan, and she was like a victorious lioness, looking towards Mrs. Hudson with a look of triumph and pity.

Mrs. Hudson looked unmoved, but her hands were involuntarily clenched together.

"Then if no one is willing to bid, I'll announce the flow of this auction..." Davidson raised the small wooden hammer in his hand.

"I am out..."

"I am out..."

"I'll give you ten pounds."

At the moment when Davidson's hammer was about to fall, three voices sounded at the same time, two female voices and one male voice.

The man's voice was naturally made by Di Renjie, and he even directly shouted out 10 pounds. Of course, this relatively low price was not because he looked down on Mr. Nolan Hudson, but because he only had 10 pounds in total at this time.

Even half of it came from the bounty Lestrade gave some time ago.

The other two female voices came from Mrs. Hudson. She obviously couldn't accept the ending of her husband's belongings being missed.

The other one was a bit surprising, because it was Mrs. Raglan who yelled this sentence.

This made Mrs. Raglan, who was already full of gray hair, the focus of the audience, especially Mrs. Lucan and Mrs. Calgan. Both of them stared at Mrs. Raglan with shocked eyes.

"I don't want anything to go unsold at this exhibition." Mrs. Raglan, who was stared at by everyone, explained unnaturally.

But this reason is still justified.

"Since a gentleman has already bid, I don't need to do anything extra," Mrs. Raglan nodded and smiled at Di Renjie, and then raised her hand to signal Davidson.

Davidson said understandingly: "In this case, I will knock three more times. If no one bids again, this precious auction item will belong to this gentleman."

He looked at Di Renjie, and Di Renjie raised his glass as a gesture.

Boom, he knocked for the first time, but no one raised his sign.

Then there was another sound, boom.

Still no sign.

Then, he raised his hand again, and was about to ring the third time, when suddenly a sound came from above his head:
"Boom."

Although the sound was similar, it was much louder and duller than the sound made by a small wooden hammer.

"I don't seem to have that much strength." Davidson said with a smile, and then he saw that everyone in the audience was looking at him with terrified eyes at the moment.

No, they were not looking at Davidson.

What they looked at was the top of Davidson's head.

The hall above the booth is hollow and directly connected to the roof. Logically speaking, there should be nothing above Davidson's head...

No, there is actually one more thing on top of Davidson's head:
is the lamp,

A very large, very bright lamp.

"Run," someone in the crowd yelled first, and the crowd scattered from the center to the surroundings like ants whose nest had exploded.

Accompanied by the people fleeing, there are pieces of masonry and dust falling from the sky.

"Kang Dang," a huge breaking sound sounded, and accompanied by the sound, the entire chandelier fell.

At the first moment of the fall, it was like the sun setting, but with the crackling sound of several wires breaking, this brilliant and brilliant sun went out instantly.

Turned into a black meteorite.

In order to show luxury, this exhibition uses an unprecedented huge crystal chandelier. The metal skeleton of this chandelier weighs hundreds of kilograms. If the glass decoration on it is included, it will weigh hundreds of kilograms.

Such huge incandescent lamps can provide such dazzling light that the British Museum has withdrawn all auxiliary lights from the entire exhibition hall.

From a design point of view, this certainly has a chic aesthetic.

But when something went wrong with the large chandelier, the entire venue was plunged into eerie darkness.

"boom!"

The sound of a huge heavy object falling to the ground, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering, and the muffled sound of many people being injured by flying glass shards, densely and heavily entered the ears of every guest.

"Everyone, don't move, just squat on the spot." The police officers inside and outside the exhibition hall reacted quickly. They raised the lanterns in their hands high, bringing faint lighting to the edge of the exhibition hall, but the interior of the exhibition hall was still completely dark.

"Anyone hurt?"

Lestrade, who was in charge of guarding the perimeter, ran over panting.

"I, I feel like I'm going to die."

"Sir, you've got a scrape at best."

Lestrade ignored the rising and falling voices in the hall, stretched out his hand to call the policeman and said:

"Go to the basement and confirm the situation of the crown immediately."

Obviously this is the top priority in Lestrade's mind.

"Good sir." The two policemen walked towards the basement with lanterns.

However, when they were halfway there, they turned back and even brought police officer No.3.

It was a police officer guarding the basement:
"Superintendent Gu Luo asked me to come up and ask, what happened up there?"

"How's the situation in the basement? Is the crown still there?" Lestrade directly ignored the other party's question.

"What's the matter, sir? The crown is still in the basement."

"That's good, thank God."

(End of this chapter)