what do you think sherlock

Chapter 50

Tonight, the British Museum ushered in the busiest night since the establishment of the museum. Not long after McCoff and his party entered the museum, several luxurious carriages parked outside the museum. The coat of arms symbolizing the British royal family.

Mr. Davidson, the second secretary of the imperial family, was already waiting at the door, welcoming the newly arrived visitors very respectfully.

"I didn't expect you to come in person, Your Excellency Galahad." Davidson led a robust middle-aged man into the gate with some graciousness.

The man named Galahad looks to be in his 40s. He is tall and strong, with clear features and an extraordinary bearing. His clothes are dark but exquisite in workmanship. On his calves are white leggings that would only be worn by classical knights, and on his back is a With a knight sword.

Frankly speaking, this dress is a little different even in this era, after all, the era of knights has come to an end.

But that didn't stop Galahad from going out dressed like this, because he was a real knight.

"Where did the crown disappear?" Galahad's voice was very deep and magnetic.

"I'll take you there right now." Davidson hurried forward to lead the way.

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At this moment, at the entrance to the basement of the exhibition hall, Mycroft took out a key he had just brought from his bosom, and put it together with the two keys in Gansel's hand.

The door of the basement is still locked, and there is still no movement inside. There is an iron rod lying on the ground outside the door.

"Open the door," Mycroft said, turning to Director Gunther.

"Okay, Your Excellency."

Gunther went to answer the door, and Mycroft started chatting with the pocket watch:
"Did you 'see' what's going on inside?"

"Of course, Mycroft, it's easy for us, isn't it?" said Francis casually in the pocket watch portrait.

"Indeed, the person who fell on the ground, but I want to ask you more, can you feel the crown? Is it still here?" Mycroft's here refers not only to the basement, but also to the entire museum.

"What kind of answer do you want to hear? Mycroft."

"It depends not on what I want to hear, but on what reality is, Your Excellency."

"Oh, it's so boring, Mycroft, have you lost the blood of your youth?" Francis said exaggeratedly.

Mycroft has black lines all over his head...if he can't fight...otherwise he really wants to...

"Yes, I am no longer a teenager, Your Excellency. Also, I hope our conversation can get back on track. After all, you also know how important that crown is to this country?"

"How important can it be? Isn't it just that it is inlaid with a particularly large ruby? Dihalya, I remember it seems to be called this name."

"If you are talking about the 'brave heart', it is indeed very precious, and it contains extraordinary power, but more precious than this is the meaning represented by this crown, which is the symbol of the entire India becoming an empire Part of the symbol is Britain's first crown." Mycroft patiently explained.

"Well, then I can only tell you that the empire is going to lose its India." The villain on the portrait shrugged.

Mycroft was silent for a second when he heard the news, and did not reply directly.

"There is also a bonus news, there is a guy who can detect my existence." Francis' words brought Mycroft back to his senses.

"The royal one?" he asked.

"Ah, that's right, that silly boy Galahad." Francis said excitedly.

"Your Excellency, although you are older, you should maintain basic respect for a fourth-rank knight of the round table. After all, he represents the majesty of Windsor Castle." Mycroft rubbed his head with some headaches.

"Click," Mycroft said, and the pocket watch in his hand closed by itself.

"Okay, then let me speak softly." The closed pocket watch was propped open from inside by two small hands drawn with lines like paper-cut paintings, revealing a small gap, and then protruding Mr. Francis's small head.

But this is not a question of volume at all!

McCoff felt that his blood pressure was about to rise, forget it, it was unnecessary, let's continue to investigate the case.The door to the basement in front of him finally opened, and Lestrade rushed over first.

Because he saw Superintendent Gu Luo lying on the ground.

He first checked the other person's breath, and after confirming that he was still breathing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he felt his head start to dizzy.

"What is he doing? The anesthetic gas in it hasn't dissipated yet." Francis wondered.

"Maybe he's worried about his boss." Mycroft took out a handkerchief, covered his nose, and walked to the basement vent.

Sure enough, it was blocked by a membrane formed by several layers of tape.

Mycroft reached down to remove the tape, then followed suit to remove the same tape from the other three vents.

Then he pulled Lestrade out of the basement.

At this time, Galahad and his party finally arrived. The imposing knight first glanced at Mecroft and his raised hand, nodded slightly in greeting, then went to the basement and put the unconscious Gu Luo The superintendent and ten other detectives (eight at first, and two later by Lestrade) were squeezed out one by one from inside.

For a fourth-order knight, this level of anesthetic gas is obviously meaningless.

"Although I really want to ask them what they know now, let's send them to the hospital immediately before that." Mycroft said to Lestrade.

Lestrade immediately began arranging for transport.

"What are you going to do? The royal family needs an explanation." A deep and magnetic male voice sounded.

Although His Excellency Galahad does not seem to be easy to communicate with, he is a knowledgeable person when he hears this. McCoff keenly noticed that he used the confession instead of the crown, which shows that the royal family still has a good understanding of the imperial civil servants. Yes, nothing out of the ordinary.

"The crown has been shipped out of the British Museum, and our people have completely sealed off the entrances and exits of railways and waterways, but if this is the case, we are still somewhat passive, so we need an efficient and professional team to start from the museum and track down the criminals all the way." Traces, so as to take them down." Mycroft explained his plan.

"It's a very reasonable plan, so who are your preferred team members?" Galahad raised his eyebrows, obviously interested.

"Mr. Lestrade, excellent superintendent, he can represent Scotland Yard and mobilize the strength of various police stations."

"Very reasonable, then what?"

"Amon, Assistant Director of the Secrecy Bureau, is an important member of my team and a second-tier agent."

"A 'contemporary knight'? It's passable." When the word knight was mentioned, Galahad smiled with disdain, but he still didn't have any objection to Mycroft's arrangement.

"John Watson, a veteran who retired from the front line, has rich medical knowledge and battlefield experience. He is alert, quick-witted, and very good at marksmanship."

"He can heal and fight at the same time. He is really an excellent talent."

"The last is Sherlock Holmes, the best private detective in London." Mycroft briefly introduced.

"A detective?" Galahad asked suspiciously.

"Don't underestimate detectives, honorable Lord Galahad. After all, there are specialties in the arts, don't they? They are better at finding things." Mycroft said with a smile.

(No update in the early hours of the morning ~ I can’t bear it today... sorry everyone)

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