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Chapter 47 Lestrade and the Lavatory and Mycroft
After all the invited guests were evacuated, Lestrade finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the incident tonight was tortuous, the result was not too bad. Although some people were injured, there were no serious injuries or deaths.

The exhibits in the exhibition hall are also well preserved. Except for Mrs. Raglan's incident, generally speaking, tonight is still very stable.

"By the way, did Mrs. Raglan explain when she arrived at Scotland Yard?" Thinking of Mrs. Raglan, Lestrade turned his head and inquired about her situation by the way.

"Inspector Gregson called just now and said that she has admitted to all the charges except for insisting that the chandelier fell had nothing to do with her." A police officer quickly opened his notebook and remembered.

"Hey, does she think that denying this crime will bring much improvement to her and their family's situation?" Lestrade smiled with disdain:
"This lady is more innocent than we thought."

"Let's not talk about her, how is the emergency repair work in the exhibition hall?" Lestrade talked about another issue that he was very concerned about.

Although there was an accident in today's exhibition, since it wasn't aimed at the crown, Her Majesty's Grace will naturally be held as usual afterwards.

He just discussed with the people of the British Museum that if there is an emergency repair, the exhibition hall can be repaired within three days.Of course, there will be no large chandeliers installed this time.

"The people in the maintenance department have been summoned overnight, and they will pay three times their wages. The repairs should have started now." The policeman replied quickly, because he had just personally arranged it, so he didn't read the notes this time.

"That's right, you have a share of the credit for tonight," Lestrade patted the other party's shoulder, and the policeman felt a little flattered, so he raised his head vigorously and did a fairly standard policeman's etiquette:
"Thank you sir."

At this moment, he felt that the police badge on his shoulder was even more shining.

"Then you go on, I'll go to the bathroom."

After the police officers left, Lestrade hummed a melodious Scottish tune and came to the men's bathroom in a relaxed mood.

After finishing urinating, he walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and clear water poured down.

"Hiss, it's ice cold," Lestrade rubbed his hands, the cold running water made him feel more comfortable.

You must know that the police officers of Scotland Yard are also office workers, and the bathroom is the spiritual home of all office workers.So Lestrade, who came to the bathroom at this moment, felt the same as coming home.

After washing his hands, he even took a small cup of water and wiped his face.

"Refreshing!"

With a word of emotion, he raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, water droplets fell down his cheeks
Behind him stood a dark figure.

"FUC..."

"Who!" Lestrade yelled in horror, and turned around abruptly. Years of training made him in a state of extreme panic, but he still instinctively drew out his gun.

The muzzle of the gun pointed forward for a while, but unexpectedly, there was no one in this space. At this time, he was the only living person in the grooming area of ​​the bathroom.

"Tap, tap, tap," came a few scattered footsteps in the distance, and soon the policeman who noticed Lestrade's cry just rushed to the bathroom.

"Who's here... Ah, Your Excellency the Superintendent? What's the matter with you? What's the matter?" The two police officers arrived first. They also drew their guns and made a shooting posture at first, but they saw Lestrade After that, they lowered their guns one after another.

"Did you see anyone coming out of the bathroom when you came here just now?" Lestrade asked quickly.

"People... No, sir, you should be the only one in the bathroom now." A smarter police officer replied.

"Only me?" Lestrade lowered his head and turned his brain for a long time.

"No, maybe the suspect is hiding in the bathroom cubicle." He slapped his forehead, thinking that he might have guessed the truth, so he stretched out his hand and gestured to the two police officers opposite, telling them to stay in the bathroom Waiting for follow-up support at the door, while he himself held the pistol at an angle and walked back to the bathroom lightly.

There seemed to be no one in the men's bathroom, and none of the compartments seemed to be locked.

However, although it was not locked, the doors of the compartments were all covered, so he had no way of judging whether anyone was inside.

But just like many people are worried, the partition of this kind of public bathroom will not be connected to the ground... So Lestrade is a little like a perverted voyeur, slowly lowering his head, trying to get out from the ground. Find clues in the cracks.

He didn't see the feet, as if there was nothing unusual in the men's bathroom... Could it be that the other party hid in the ladies' bathroom on purpose?
Wait, the third compartment from left to right, the shadow inside is not right!

Although there were no human legs there, through the shadow on the ground, he could tell that there seemed to be something above the toilet.

"Squatting on it? Thought I wouldn't be able to see it." Lestrade grinned with some complacency.

He stood up and exited the door. At this time, five police officers who heard the news had already gathered at the door of the bathroom.

Lestrade gestured, and soon two police officers also followed lightly.

"Follow me," Lestrade entered the bathroom again, walked outside the abnormal compartment, raised his gun, and said loudly:
"The people inside come out immediately, you are already surrounded."

There was no movement in the compartment.

So he yelled again, but still nothing happened.

Could it be that he judged wrong?

If the judgment is really wrong, then he will be ashamed tonight.

Anyway, let's open it first.Thinking of this, Lestrade took out a mop from the tool room, held a gun in one hand and a handle in the other, and slowly pushed open the door of the compartment.

There was indeed no one inside, but there were three changed clothes in a big bag.

That's the uniform of the maintenance department.

This scene made Lestrade suddenly think of something, he cursed secretly, and ran to the basement of the exhibition hall.

However, his action was still one step late. While he was running towards the exhibition hall, the sound of metal components turning suddenly came from the dilapidated exhibition hall where the stage was originally located.

At this time, the police officers and maintenance personnel in the exhibition hall looked at the center of the stage in surprise.

"What's that noise?" a police officer asked
"It's a bit like the sound of the booth rising from the basement. We designed it like this before, intending to give the crown a shocking appearance." A maintenance engineer who participated in the construction said.

"So this is normal?"

"If the party is going on normally, then it's normal."

"Then it looks like we're in big trouble."

The sound of the metal machine amplifier became louder and louder. Then, a dark passage appeared in the center of the stage. The dust, broken bricks and glass fragments scattered on the ground fell into the passage, and then was lifted from below by a booth rising from the passage. out.

The booth is a marble platform covered by a square transparent glass cover, covered with a red blanket, and above the blanket is a bright and dazzling crown.

Although the glass cover was stained with dust, it still couldn't stop the brilliance of the crown.

"Bah,"

"Bah,"

The moment the booth was raised, several smoke bombs and tear gas appeared in the exhibition hall from unknown sources.

"Bang bang bang,"

Several gunshots rang out one after another.

"Help, ask for help immediately." Several police officers shouted.

"It's too late, we..."

"Cough cough cough,"

Severe coughing sounded one after another.

*
In the middle of the night, in Regent's Park, a phone ringing woke up McCoff.

"Hi, this is Mycroft."

On the other end of the phone, there was silence for a while, and then came over for a while, when McCoff was about to get impatient, a middle-aged man spoke with difficulty:
"Lord Mycroft,"

"The crown is lost."

(End of this chapter)