what do you think sherlock

Chapter 56 Close to the truth
"you dare!"

With an angry scream, Mrs. Raglan, like a lioness guarding her calf, sprang up straight and glared at Superintendent Gu Luo in front of her with an angry face.

However, Superintendent Gu Luo's eyes were like ice that never melted for thousands of years, and he was not affected by Mrs. Raglan in the slightest. He just kept looking at the old lady with teeth and claws in front of him quietly and indifferently.

not moving at all.

This kind of indifference made the aura that Mrs. Raglan had finally built up look like a punctured balloon, and it poured into the air at once. The drastic emotional changes caused the already quite old lady to collapse.

Since the death of Marshal Raglan, she can only rely on her own means and use her husband's connections in the upper echelons of the empire to barely support the glory of the Raglan family.

But the last words that her husband entrusted his personal servants to pass secretly before his death became the biggest worry in her heart. Nolan actually had a cryptex that stored information. This thing might reveal the truth about the battlefield back then.

She knew that as long as the truth was exposed, the Raglan family would change from a glorious military nobleman to a laughing stock of the empire.

Therefore, she arranged this exhibition carefully, hoping to dispose of the cryptex quietly through the auction, but all of this was eventually destroyed by that accident...

"You... you hypocrites, you are here for the Raglan family, right?" Mrs. Raglan, who was on the verge of collapse, gave up the aristocratic dignity she worked so hard to maintain. She rushed forward and pointed at Superintendent Guro:

"You are one of Disraeli's dogs. You are going to cut off Gladstone's hand reaching out to the military for him, right? You are the mastermind behind the scenes, right? You deliberately let the crown be stolen so that you can plant it on me. wrong?"

Then she pointed to Di Renjie and Sherlock again:

"You two are also accomplices, right? You want to avenge that bitch Hudson, right? Hahahaha, after 30 years of infamy, you want to give her a good breath of anger, right?"

Mrs. Raglan looked crazy, pointing at everyone and cursing.

"I sacrificed my life's reputation and achievements just to exchange for the destruction of the Raglan family? Is my Gu Luo so worthless?"

Superintendent Gu Luo laughed back angrily. He glanced at Mrs. Raglan coldly, and said to the police officer beside him: "She is already crazy, take her down to rest, and find a psychiatrist for her. "

After finishing speaking, he coughed a few times. Obviously, the emotional outburst just now was not a small burden for him. After all, he is also in his 60s this year, and he can be considered old in this era.

He reluctantly waved goodbye to Di Renjie and the others, then turned and went out to the office to recuperate.

Looking at the back of Superintendent Gu Luo going away, Di Renjie thought to himself, then turned to look at Emon: "Does the Secrecy Bureau know that Mrs. Raglan wants that cipher box?"

"I didn't know before last night, Mr. Watson, but why are you asking this question?" Amon said suspiciously.

Di Renjie didn't answer, but turned to look at Sherlock.

At this time, Sherlock also looked over at the same time:

"Do you have a problem, too, John."

Di Renjie nodded:
"Lady Raglan's performance is too bad, she can't design such a smooth and efficient plan.

"And she has no motive. The accusations she has given up to now are still at the level of bipartisan struggle, which is very different from the level of the legacy of the crown."

Sherlock exclaimed: "I agree with your inference. Although I still can't guess the intention of the mastermind behind the scenes, it is definitely not for the struggle between the two parties. If it is really to criticize the Liberals, the Conservative Party should let the media make trouble today." It's going to be stormy, but the reality is that they maintain a tacit and strange silence."

"Mrs. Raglan's plan is probably only known to her, and even the Secrecy Bureau has not known it in advance, so the probability of the mastermind knowing it in advance is very low." Di Renjie continued Sherlock's thinking and deduced:
"So, Mrs. Raglan's case is also a surprise to those thieves."

Sherlock nodded in agreement.

"According to the museum staff's answer, another person also checked the attic where the chandelier was installed during the exhibition arrangement, and this person also has the ability and opportunity to know all the details of the exhibition and to make various arrangements before the exhibition begins. "

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said:
"When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever is left, however implausible, is the truth."

[Exclude all the impossible...] Di Renjie closed his eyes, everything in the outside world disappeared from his eyes, and at this moment, in the boundless darkness, the figure of an old man gradually emerged.

[No wonder when I rescued him back then, I didn't reap the brilliance of good fortune...] Di Renjie sighed softly.

"Emon," Di Renjie didn't hesitate anymore, and turned to look at Emon decisively:
"Immediately 'invite' Mr. Davidson, Second Secretary of the Imperial Household, to Scotland Yard. He is currently the biggest suspect in this case."

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The afternoon was slow, and the sunlight fell through the clear and transparent glass windows onto Mycroft, who was taking a nap in the armchair.

"Dinglingling~~" A phone ringing broke the quiet and peaceful situation.

"Hi, this is Mycroft." McCoff lazily picked up the phone, but there was no sound from the other end of the phone immediately.

Fortunately, McCoff is not in a hurry, he has plenty of patience now.

After a long silence, the man opposite finally spoke:

"When did you notice it?"

"Dear Sir Disraeli, when I stepped into the museum, I probably guessed it." Mycroft said politely, his voice was neither fast nor slow, neither soft nor heavy.

The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a while.

"Those two detectives are about to find out the truth. What's under the table can't be turned over to the table. Tell them to stop."

McCoff smiled, but didn't answer.

Both sides were silent now.

"You will have the full support of the Conservative Party, and the next Conservative Party government will nominate you as Chief of Staff." Disraeli stated his conditions word by word.

"It seems that you are very confident that the Conservative Party will win the next general election?" McCoff said with a smile in his tone.

The man on the other end of the phone was silent again.

"What other conditions do you have?"

Hearing this sentence, a triumphant smile appeared on Mycroft's face, and then he said slowly:

"Recently there have been more and more extraordinary cases in Great Britain,

"The imperial government must have the ability to solve Her Majesty's problems,

"So we have to establish a special department to deal with extraordinary events."

Disraeli fell into a long silence after hearing the words, and after several minutes, he finally spoke:

"Is this what you mean, or the prophet in the Golden Dawn?
"Well, it doesn't matter, you call Gladstone,

"He will agree to this condition."

(End of this chapter)