what do you think sherlock

Chapter 49 Mycroft's Countermeasures
Although he said he wanted to find an excuse, in fact, McCoff quickly arranged for the deployment of personnel.

Before that, he first needed to make a call to Windsor Castle. Of course, Her Majesty Victoria would not answer the call in person. In fact, it was Mr. John Brown, Her Majesty's chief servant, who answered the call, but McCoff believed that, The news will soon reach the ears of Her Majesty the Queen.

Then, he immediately asked Ms. Jenny to go to the emergency department to call someone. At this time, about 10 minutes had passed since the incident happened. It is definitely not enough to just block the museum. The most important thing right now is to stop all train stations and docks. .

From the route point of view, taking the railway and sea is undoubtedly the best choice to escape from London.

After Jenny ran out, Mycroft immediately reached out and took down a beautifully crafted brass pocket watch from the display shelf on the office bookshelf.

The case of the pocket watch is engraved with complex patterns, which are various mechanical and engineering patterns, and in the center of these complicated patterns, there is a motto engraved in ancient English:

"knowledge is power."

Of course, at this time, Mycroft naturally didn't have time to appreciate the pocket watch. He opened it with a "click" the first time he took it down.

The amazing thing is that, unlike all pocket watches, what is placed in this pocket watch is not a clock, but a compass. On the opposite side of the compass dial, that is, on the inside of the cover, there is a picture of a man wearing a classical aristocratic judge's dress portrait.

After opening the lid, Mycroft sat down on the office chair with a slightly more serious expression.

Then he stretched out his right hand and grabbed it lightly. Immediately, in the entire office, all the utensils, sofas, chairs, bookshelves, tables, even chandeliers, wallpapers... were instantly lost as if the paint had been sucked dry. Only the dark lines and the space like a whiteboard are left.

And in such a black and white space, like a sketch stick figure, one after another connects one object after another, and the black ink lines that cannot be observed in the real world are revealed.

These exposed ink lines are like the arrows of the mind map, outlining the connections between objects and objects, between people and objects, and between people. Some are thick and some are thin. There are undoubtedly the most thread ends, and most of them have passed through the wall and extended to a more distant space.

Among the countless lines on Mycroft's body, one happened to be connected to this pocket watch.

After finding it, Mycroft flicked it lightly. Then, he restrained his strength, and all abnormalities in the space faded away, and all the colors returned again.

Just after everything returned to normal, the compass on the pocket watch turned quickly, and after 10 seconds, the pointer pointed straight to the portrait of the man inside the flap.

Then, Mycroft saw the man in the portrait slightly raised his eyebrows, as if he had suddenly come to life:
"Good evening, Mycroft."

"Good evening, Your Majesty the Sage." Mycroft held a pocket watch in one hand, sat on the office chair, and said respectfully: "I'm sorry to bother you so late, remember what I mentioned to you last time?" something?"

"Let me think about it, ah, I remembered, you mean the crown of that little girl Victoria, I still remember it, by the way, don't be too pretentious, just call me Francis."

The tone of the man in the portrait is very brisk, as if thinking of something happy.

"Okay, Sir Francis, as long as you remember, now I need to take you to the British Museum, is it convenient for you?" Mycroft said.

The man on the portrait stood up, touched the frame of the portrait, and then looked at McCoff: "This place is quite spacious. Of course, I'm just a painting, so it's quite convenient to go anywhere."

That's true.
"Then let's go." Mycroft stood up holding his pocket watch.

"Okay, okay," said the man in the portrait with a very cheerful tone, as if he was not going to solve the problem next, but just to watch the fun.

"Also, Mycroft," the man suddenly called out to McCoff who was going to the bedroom to change.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency, is there anything else you want to order?" Mycroft said suspiciously.

"That's not true, I just wanted to say,
"Your pajamas are pretty nice."

……

Twenty minutes later, Mycroft, with a somewhat complicated mentality, rushed to the British Museum in a carriage.

He walked all the way into the exhibition hall, still holding a pocket watch in his hand, but miraculously, all the passing staff subconsciously ignored the pocket watch, and everyone greeted McCoff respectfully. He hurried away to do his own business without noticing anything unusual.

This is not because the watch will be invisible. After all, even if there is nothing on the hand, it is strange to walk all the way with your hand raised. Of course, it is even more strange to hide half of your hand.

The real reason is that all passers-by will subconsciously think that it is normal to walk with a pocket watch when their eyes touch the pocket watch, and that people should walk with a pocket watch... and after leaving, they will be very Quickly forgetting that he just saw a pocket watch.

"The British Museum has changed a lot," said the man in the portrait.

"Let me remind you, Sir, when you were active, the British Museum had not yet been established." Mycroft said rigorously.

"I know, but when the museum was opened, I came to visit it specially," the portrait said proudly.

"I remember that your name should not be on the museum invitation list. After all, in the eyes of the world, you should have passed away at that time? And the church was still very powerful at that time. If you openly show up..."

Mycroft tried his best to organize his polite language, and he seemed very patient. After all, he was facing an old man who had lived for hundreds of years, so some forgetfulness was normal:
"Did you go through the back door?"

"No, I was carried in through the main entrance." The man on the portrait said with some excitement.

"Carry? They won't carry your coffin in, will they?" Mycroft couldn't believe it.

"Isn't this too strange? I came in aboveboard, and here is a good location." The man on the portrait suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the side of the corridor.

Afterwards, McCoff looked and saw a series of portraits of celebrities hanging on the wall of the corridor. Among these portraits, there was a particularly large one, and on this portrait, a judge dressed in classical aristocratic clothes was painted. in dress.

Then Mycroft saw the man in the huge portrait blinking at him.

"So that's how you visit the British Museum?

"But that's too weird, isn't it?"

(End of this chapter)