what do you think sherlock

Chapter 5 Choice and Holy Oil

People here discovered that the prime minister was suspected of secretly communicating letters from other countries, and people from the opposition party on the other side had already come to their door, and they definitely couldn't avoid it. After struggling in the court for so long, Di Renjie didn't even need to think about it. Big trouble.

But even if there is a big trouble, the fire will not burn on Di Renjie, after all, he is just a military doctor on vacation at this time.

Sherlock has always been indifferent to these political struggles, but at this moment his mentality is the most leisurely among the three.

The real test is Lestrade. If he hands over this letter at this time, he may be able to exchange for the goodwill of the Conservative Party, but he will definitely offend the Prime Minister who is still on stage; but then again, even if he follows the procedure Submitting evidence, at the speed of gossip within the civil service system of the British Empire, the news would probably spread in a few days, and he couldn't guarantee that he would not be angered.

Of course, the best way is to secretly bring this letter to the Prime Minister, but firstly, he has no such connections, and secondly, stealing evidence is a taboo in Scotland Yard. Once the matter is revealed, let alone the superintendent, he will The police detectives did it too.

"Miss Angelina," the gray-haired middle-aged man didn't notice Lestrade's constantly struggling and changing expression, he passed several people and walked up to the female bartender Gelina, "I'm glad to see you You're fine."

"I'm fine. Thank you for coming, Lord Lawton." Angelina smiled and nodded, but Di Renjie saw a sense of distance in her friendly smile.

"Just call me Monty as before." Lord Lawton didn't seem to notice the alienation in Angelina's words, "Can you tell me what happened just now?"

Three minutes later, after listening to Angelina's narration, Lawton looked back at Lestrade,
"I heard that the detective has found new evidence, can you let me have a look?"

Lestrade suddenly felt pressure doubled.

"I……"

"I suggest you let him take a look," Di Renjie leaned against Lestrade at this time, whispering in his ear.

"why?"

"For the country, if the prime minister really colludes with foreigners, then the opposition party is most likely to pursue it with all his strength; for you personally, this can gain Earl Disraeli's friendship, anyway, it is inevitable to offend the prime minister , it might as well use this to seek help for myself.”

"In fact, you can also use newspapers to portray yourself as a righteous image that defies power and protects national interests, and publicly expresses your distrust of the prime minister, so that the prime minister will not dare to deal with you easily, because as long as he makes a move, his The reputation will be damaged."

"Is it really possible?" Lestrade was obviously a little moved, but Sherlock stared at Di Renjie with some surprise eyes at this moment. He didn't expect that Di Renjie would know these things.

"Not necessarily, but this may be the best way." Di Renjie didn't finish his words. He did have some "insignificant" experience in this field, but he was not sure whether some methods would be unacceptable.

However, the experience of his previous life made him understand that if the head of a government has a problem, it would be a serious disaster for the country, so although he has not yet established any deep connection with this part of the world, he still hopes to use this Pass it to the Conservatives.

As for the plan for Lestrade, there must be some political risks, but in his view, no matter how Lestrade handles this political risk, it is already inevitable. The strength of the Conservatives is not a bad thing.

Obviously, Lestrade really has no choice at the moment. It is better to have a plan than to have no plan. At this time, even if he is faced with a prescription that does not guarantee its curative effect, he can only muster up the courage to swallow it.

"We found a letter." After making up his mind, Lestrade handed out the cloth in his hand.

"Thank you," Lord Lawton took the cloth, and when he saw it, the expression on his face became more and more exciting.

"It's amazing, this is definitely a letter that can make a national splash," he said after reading it. "I think we need the National Security Council to step in now."

"Yes, sir," returned Lestrade.

"Then now, Mr. Detective, please block this bar, and we all wait here for someone who can handle the matter."

"Okay, but there is still a part of this case that has not been clarified. I hope to continue to investigate." Sherlock said seriously.

"No, sir, in this case, even Scotland Yard has no authority..." Lawton directly refused, but his words were interrupted by Angelina.

"Uncle Monty, I hope Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson can track it down."

"Angelina," Lawton's expression changed slightly, and he walked up to Angelina and whispered in Angelina's ear, "I didn't expect you to be obsessed with detective games besides bartender games."

"Clarify the matter first, it will be easier to gain the upper hand in the future, isn't it?" Angelina said meaningfully.

Lawton stared deeply at Angelina for a while, and then restored his polite smile: "Since it's your request, I don't think Detective Lestrade will refuse."

Lestrade was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he didn't refuse anything just now.

Seeing that Lestrade didn't react, Di Renjie quickly hinted with his eyes.

"Of course, of course," Lestrade seemed to understand Di Renjie's eyes, and agreed again and again.

So the three of Sherlock continued to search for evidence.

"Where do we start?" Di Renjie already had a direction, but he still asked on purpose.

"Let's start with the murder weapon." Sherlock moved quickly, walking to Dakley's side without any hesitation, carefully observing the broken coffee cup.

"It looks the same as that old gentleman's cup." Di Renjie's eyes moved to the seat where the old gentleman and Elizabeth were just now, and there was an identical coffee cup there.

"Miss Angelina, how many drinks were made at the bar just now?" Sherlock asked immediately.

"First served two glasses of wine, then made a cup of black tea for the old lady, and finally made two cups of coffee."

"Two cups of coffee?"

"Two identical cups of black coffee."

"Did you make it yourself?"

"No, I'm only in charge of bartending. The coffee and tea are usually handled by the waiters," Angelina recalled. "As for the coffee this time, it should be Mark's job."

"Yes, but after Mark finished his coffee, he said he was not feeling well and left directly," a young male waiter said tremblingly, "After that, I served two cups of coffee and a cup of black tea to the guests. in front of us."

"Don't be nervous. Is there anything unusual in this process? Or can you show us the plate serving drinks?" Di Renjie was consoling, while pondering over the details.

The young man quickly took out a round wooden dinner plate from behind the bar, and there were three white sticky notes on it. There were handwritings on the sticky notes, corresponding to the positions of each meal, and all three of them were stained with black tea stains.

There is also a clear cat paw print on one of them.

Di Renjie picked up this one carefully, and then looked in Elizabeth's direction.

"Meow," Elizabeth licked her paws, facing everyone's eyes with a blank and innocent face.

"It seems that this cat has done a great thing." Sherlock looked thoughtfully at the young man. "Before you brought it out, did this cat patronize the dinner plate?"

"Yes," the young man looked at Angelina nervously, "She upset the black tea that was already made, and even stepped on the sticky note."

"So the order of the signatures has been messed up?"

"I can't be sure, but it's possible."

"Okay," Sherlock nodded, and then asked again, "Does the bar have staff quarters?"

"Yes, on the second floor," Angelina answered for the young man, and then led everyone to Mark's room on the second floor.

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"Squeak," the wooden door opened, and Mark's room was exposed to everyone. This is a very small bedroom, only about 5 square meters. After stuffing a small bed and a closet, there is no room for anything.

The room was very tidy, in a way, a little too tidy.There are almost no sundries here, and it seems that any objects related to life cannot appear here. If it weren't for the neatly stacked bedding, Di Renjie even suspected that no one lived here at all.

"What a scary person." Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "If it wasn't in the bar, I would have suspected that there was an ascetic living here."

Ascetic monk, Di Renjie quickly translated in his mind.

He glanced at the room, then walked to the closet and opened the door.

It was empty, no surprise.

"He might have worked for a moving company before," Sherlock rummaged through the bedding, but found no clues.

"Very much agree."

There were several small drawers under the cabinet, and Di Renjie pulled them out one by one.

empty,

empty,

The next one is also empty.

and many more,

When pulling out the last drawer, Di Renjie smelled a special fragrance. In addition, although there was nothing in the drawer, there was a small area of ​​wood at the bottom that was darker than the surrounding wood.

He carefully pulled out a napkin and pressed it carefully against the wood.

"A grease," he held up his napkin, "that smells of cinnamon and cassia."

It's not quite like poison, he made such a guess in his heart. In fact, if it was in his previous life, he might suspect that it was some kind of sesame oil for stewed meat.

"But this smell is a bit familiar, Sherlock, come and see."

"What is this, a kind of medicated oil?" Sherlock immediately turned around, took the napkin handed over by Di Renjie, and lightly sniffed the lump of oil.

"Calamus, cinnamon, fragrant cinnamon, the base is olive oil, and the ingredients are very elegant." Sherlock's nose was slightly open, and he seemed to have a sense of smell comparable to a hound.

"Is Mark a very devout believer?" He looked at Angelina and the two young male waiters.

"He never says prayers before meals," replied a male waiter.

"Poor cover," Sherlock said dismissively.

"You think it's holy oil," Di Renjie asked, but he had already agreed with Sherlock's guess in his heart, and that's why this oil gave him a familiar feeling.

Sherlock nodded, put away the napkin on hand, and planned to take it back to the hospital laboratory for testing later to see if it contained toxins or other details.

"Do you think this is the poison that killed Mr. Darkley?" Lestrade hurriedly asked the doubts when he saw the two get up.

"It's possible," Di Renjie replied, but in fact he was still confused, because oil floats on water, and if you really want to poison, it is obviously inconvenient to use oil.

"It's too early to draw such a conclusion," said Sherlock, "but we're not far from the truth."

(End of this chapter)