what do you think sherlock

Chapter 48 Mycroft's Countermeasures
After McCoff put down the phone, within three seconds, the phone rang again.

"Hello, this is Mycroft." He could only answer the phone in his pajamas.

"I'm Bernard," His Excellency the Chief Civil Officer's voice was as cordial as ever... It's no wonder that Bernard, who was just woken up by a bad news, is in a terrible mood at the moment.

"I need an explanation, Mycroft," said Bernard, trying very hard to resist the urge to swear.

"I only got the news 10 seconds earlier than you, Sir, if you want to ask me why the crown disappeared, I have no conclusion for the time being, but the only thing that is certain at present is that all civil servants of Scotland Yard and the Bureau of Secrecy, today I have been doing my best to serve His Majesty and the Empire every night." Mycroft said sincerely.

"Then you mean, thanks to their dedication, the crown will disappear?" Bernard said.

"You misunderstood, sir, what I mean is that since the Russian espionage case, the Secret Service and Scotland Yard have been stretched thin, and we need more funds..."

"That's enough, don't talk to me about funding. If you can't get the crown back, there won't be a lot of funding. Mycroft, we have known each other for many years. You are a smart person. I just want to ask you. Are you sure?" Solve the problem within a few days?" Bernard said straight to the point.

"Three days, Your Excellency." Mycroft said solemnly.

"Three days? If you can find the crown within three days, then the matter is still acceptable, and there will be no more disturbances. Then this is the decision. I hope to hear good news as soon as possible."

After Bernard finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone without giving McCoff a chance to continue speaking. As an old fritter who has worked in the imperial civil service system for decades, he knows how to deal with his own kind. up.

At this moment, in the office of the Regent's Park Secrecy Bureau, McCoff put down the phone at the same time.

"Are we really sure that we will find the crown within three days, sir?" Mycroft's assistant Jenny looked at her boss with some concern.

"That's not necessarily the case, of course I hope we can do it." Mycroft shrugged.

"Then you just promised your Excellency the Minister of Civil Affairs that we can..." Jenny covered her mouth in surprise.

"Oh, my God, don't take it to heart, Ms. Jenny." Mycroft showed a smile:
"Let's take it easy, three days may not be enough for us to find a crown, but it is enough for us to find an excuse."

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"Cough, cough, cough..."

Although we have tried our best to ventilate for a while, the smoke mixed with tear gas in the exhibition hall has not completely dissipated. The weather in London is like this, and the high humidity always makes the air too sticky.

"We need to check the situation in the basement right away." Lestrade didn't want his boss to be promoted to the Kingdom of Heaven shortly after taking office: "Have Scotland Yard and Regent's Park recovered, when will the support arrive? "

At this time, the police officers who were still in the British Museum had begun to block the museum with all their strength, which made them lack enough police force to investigate the museum.

What Lestrade is most worried about is that the crown has been taken out of the museum. In this era without cameras and security inspection systems, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack if you want to find a small crown in such a big city.

Of course, the most likely thing is that after stealing the crown, the thief will leave Great Britain as soon as possible by sea. In this case, the crown is likely to appear on the black market in other countries in the future, and Great Britain will lose face by then. Lestrade couldn't help shivering when he thought of the reaction of the people and the anger of the face-saving Queen.

"Your Excellency, the basement door still cannot be opened." A police officer replied, "It seems to be locked from the inside."

"What do you mean, are the thieves still in the basement? They want to resist?" Lestrade asked puzzled.

"It's hard to say, Your Excellency the Superintendent." The curator of the museum, Lord Ganssel, who was hurriedly woken up from his bed, wiped his sweating forehead with a wet towel, and replied: "The basement adopts an automatic anti-locking system. If any display case is attacked and damaged, the doors of all important storage rooms in the museum will be automatically locked."

"In other words, it is very possible that the door was not locked at the beginning, but it was locked automatically after the booth was raised and shot?" Lestrade reacted. In this case, the thieves probably All have been evacuated.

Although the behavior of this group of criminals was no different from robbery, Lestrade still stubbornly called the other party a thief.

It seemed that such contempt could give him some courage.

"Then how should we open the door now?" Lestrade asked, he had to confirm the situation of Superintendent Gu Luo.

"We have to go to the main control room to cancel the emergency, but that needs three keys, I have one in my hand, another one is in the National Bank safe, I have sent someone to get it, and the last one is in Regent's Park. You need to wait for their people to arrive before you can open it." Director Gansel spread his hands, expressing that he can't do anything about the door at the moment.

In addition, as the curator of the British Museum, although he has no actual power, his social status is not low, and he also has a seat in the House of Lords, so he is very aware of the existence of the Secrecy Bureau.

"That is to say, even if there are still living people inside, they can't open the door inside?" Lestrade felt a little bad. If Superintendent Gu Luo and the others were still alive, wouldn't they have to die inside?

"That's right," Gansel said with a wry smile.

"Oh, that sounds really bad." Lestrade patted his forehead.

(End of this chapter)