what do you think sherlock

Chapter 57

One hour passed, and it was past noon, but Di Renjie and Sherlock did not see Mr. Davidson in Scotland Yard.

"Did something happen?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

He had never had much faith in the character and competence of the political department, even when McCoff was a member.

"Wait a little longer," Di Renjie was relatively more patient, after all, he had experienced too many ups and downs in his previous life.

"Two gentlemen," Amon's figure finally appeared in Sherlock's expectant eyes.

However, Amon's expression at this time was very strange, and this strangeness immediately made Sherlock have some subtle guesses.

"It seems that what we are waiting for is some special news," Di Renjie made the same judgment, but unlike Sherlock, Sherlock has a very detailed understanding of facial micro-expressions, while Di Renjie has simply seen too many People and things, so people can be judged accurately, which can be regarded as the same goal on a certain level.

"You're right, Mr. Watson," Emon panted, "After I reported the news, I didn't get an order to arrest Mr. Davidson. Instead, I was on standby in the communication room until just now. reply."

"What did you reply?" Sherlock was a little curious, such a long wait obviously did not conform to the style of the Secrecy Bureau and Mycroft.

"No, I didn't make it clear," Eamon shook his head and said, "But Your Excellency Mycroft hopes that the two of you can go to Regent's Park immediately."

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For the tsars of the Romanov dynasty, regardless of spring, autumn, winter and summer, the biggest response they could make to different climates was nothing more than moving from the cold summer palace to the cold winter palace, and then from the cold winter palace to the still cold winter palace. Summer Palace.

After all, the two palaces are both in St. Petersburg. Although there are some differences in the names, the actual climate difference is very limited.

In short, the Russian Empire in February was extremely cold, that is, extremely cold.

On the square outside the Winter Palace, the Tsar’s personal guards (sometimes called the Guards) who arrived one step earlier have already set up a guard of honor. The soldiers in the first two rows drew out their guard of honor swords and stood them on their chests. The drummers and wind musicians in charge of military music Hands are ready.

But His Majesty the Tsar was late.

Osya, the head of the personal guard, came out. He rode on a big brown horse and looked in the direction he came from.

Finally, a line of ornately decorated convoy appeared in the field of vision, but as the carriages approached, Osia could clearly see some bloodstains.

on carriages and cavalry.

So he hurriedly rode forward and came to the side of the emperor's carriage: "You are startled, Your Majesty."

"It's okay," Alexander II's voice was hearty and deep, unaffected by the assassination just now: "It's just some minor problems."

Since starting the reform, Alexander II has been assassinated no less than a hundred times, but even so, the tough emperor still did not back down and insisted on advancing his reforms with an iron fist.

This brought him enough reverence, but it also brought him enough enemies.

"Have all the ministers of the Imperial Privy Council arrived?" The old tsar skipped the question of the assassination, but asked about the upcoming meeting in the Winter Palace.

"The distinguished ministers have arrived, Your Majesty." Osya said with a bow.

"That's good, I hope they won't be surprised by the assassination." The old tsar smiled, as if thinking of something, so he asked again:
"I want to hold a meeting to renew the "Xingbolong Agreement" and promote the Alliance of Three Emperors again. Do you think the nobles will support me?"

Although it was cold, dense sweat appeared on Osya's forehead:

"Sorry, I don't know diplomacy, Your Majesty.

"I only know to be loyal to you. Wherever your order points, my long sword will stab there."

The old tsar seemed somewhat satisfied with Osya's answer, so he said in a kind tone:

"Osya, you can't just focus on force every day, a proper understanding of knowledge and politics will give you a better future.

"It seems that the purpose of opening the Alliance of Three Emperors this time is of course to contain the Britons. Under Disraeli's design, Britain under the leadership of the Gladstone cabinet will inevitably go against us internationally. It has been settled, and it is irreversible, it is better to win over Berlin and Vienna;

"But this is bound to cause opposition from the aristocratic group. After all, the Austro-Hungarian Empire fought us head-on in the Russo-Turkish War three years ago, and the Germans claimed to be neutral on the surface, but at the Berlin Conference, they still favored The British and the Ottomans were killed, so restarting the alliance of three emperors will definitely make a large number of people dissatisfied."

Osya scratched the back of her head in confusion.

This made the old tsar feel that he was really playing the piano to the cow, so he smiled and said: "Forget it, I won't embarrass you, just move on, the Russian Empire needs a brain, and she also needs a sharp blade."

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London, inside a cafe.

"Ringlingling~" The door was pushed open by a man who looked about 35 years old. He was wearing a thick fur coat with snowflakes hanging on the outer leather.

The man has a typical Jewish appearance, with dark hair and a tired face.As soon as he entered, his eyes searched back and forth in the cafe for something.

"Here," Angelina, who was waiting in a booth, stood up and waved to the man.

"Long time no see, Angelina," the travel-worn man took off his coat and sat down.

"Long time no see, Jonathan, what would you like to drink?" Angelina handed over the menu.

"Green tea, I think I need a pick-me-up."

Jonathan immediately reached out to ask a waiter to take an order. He just arrived in London by boat yesterday. The long sea voyage made him extremely tired; The Hughenden Manor in Han County, hurriedly set off from Hugnden back to London this morning, such a continuous cycle made him, a second-level transcendent, a little bit overwhelmed.

"Father asked Uncle Lawton to go to Algeria for vacation, but he called you to his side." Angelina looked at her brother's tired face and said with some dissatisfaction.

However, Jonathan did not follow up with Angelina's words, but paused for a moment before talking about another matter:

"Father's health is very poor. I went back yesterday and found that he has been taking large doses of painkillers and refreshing drugs recently."

Angelina, who was stirring the coffee with a small brass-colored spoon, trembled unnaturally when she heard this sentence.

Angelina's mood at this time was a bit complicated, so after pondering for a while, she slowly opened her mouth and said:

"How long has it been?"

"I have asked the servants. They have been taking painkillers for two years, but the recent dosage is particularly large; they started taking the refreshing medicine three months ago. His asthma and gout are getting worse and worse. bronchitis."

When Angelina heard this, she closed her eyes slightly, and turned her head to look out the window:

"He's the fourth rank..."

"This is the destiny of the Way of the Gate of Ten Thousand Gates. Since you choose to be 'great in the name of man', you are doomed to 'die in the form of a man'." Jonathan sighed, and he also looked out the window, with his eyes parallel to his sister's .

"That's why both of us, brother and sister, walked on the path of eternal balance." Angelina laughed at herself.

Jonathan didn't answer, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again:
"Father hopes that you can go home and have a look. I'm afraid his time is running out."

Angelina didn't speak, just kept stirring the coffee in her hand.

(End of this chapter)