what do you think sherlock

Chapter 59 Answers, Ships, and Messenger
"Of course, you can also refuse, it's not mandatory." Mycroft picked up his teacup and took a sip:
"I know that many people are afraid of the public office. After all, the internal relationships in it are far more complicated than being a doctor or a detective, especially this kind of institution that involves violence. If you are worried, you think you may not be competent. If so, refusing is also a reasonable choice.”

When Mycroft was speaking, he glanced at Sherlock slightly.

"You can also think about it for a while, don't rush to make a decision right away..."

"No, of course I would like to join this department." Di Renjie interrupted McCoff and said in a relaxed tone.

In fact, not only was he not worried, but he even felt like he was home.

How should I put it, after all, he is the person who can fill in the prime minister in the column of work experience. It should be difficult for the British Empire to find a "newcomer" with more work experience than him...

Of course, this is just a joke in his heart. More importantly, many of his skills can only be better played in the public sector, and many of his ideas can only be realized with the help of the government's authority;
For himself, this can help him better integrate into this world, at least so far, everything in this world is still full of freshness for him.

"But I still have one condition." Before McCoff could react, Di Renjie immediately said again: "I hope to invite Sherlock as a special advisor."

Hearing this sentence, Mycroft unconsciously showed a smile: "I have no objection, but you must first obtain Sherlock's consent."

"Actually," Sherlock said calmly, "I'm not interested in public office, if you invite me, McCoff, I will definitely refuse.

"But if John spoke, I can't think of a reason to refuse."

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Waves lapped gently against the hull of the steamer The White Gull, a new steamship operated by the East India Company.

It departs from Southend-on-Sea, a resort near London, and will stop in Lisbon, Portugal, Algiers, Algeria, Alexandria, Egypt, and then pass through the throat of the empire over the next month-plus journey The Suez Canal crosses the barrier of the entire African continent, reaches the Arabian Sea, and finally docks in Mumbai, India.

However, these have nothing to do with Lord Lawton for the time being. He carried the two suitcases he had just acquired and walked into his noble cabin.

The workmanship of the two boxes was very particular. The outer layer was made of fine-colored fox fur. As Lawton walked around, one box was quiet and quiet, while the other box made the sound of objects colliding from time to time.

Lawton walked to the table fixed in the room, and an invisible silk thread closed the hatch behind him. He opened the rattling box first, and there were four identical wooden boxes inside.

Lawton seemed to know what was in the boxes, and he opened all the boxes without hesitation, took out the items in them at will, and placed them side by side on the table.

Then he brought the quiet box to the table again, a little more solemnly this time.

He opened the box carefully, and there was only one shiny object in the box.

He picked up the object, rubbed it carefully, and then seemed to have thought of something, walked to the full-length mirror with some joy, found a chair and sat down.

After everything was ready, he slowly put the shiny object on his head like a medieval pope crowning an emperor.

The precious metal frame is a little cold in this weather, but no one will care about this shortcoming.

Lawton looked in the mirror, admiring himself wearing the crown, and then turned to look at the four crowns on the table, thinking happily:

Now he has five crowns.

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On the return carriage, only Sherlock and Di Renjie were left. Lestrade needed to return to Scotland Yard, while Eamon stayed in the Secrecy Bureau to continue working.

"John, to be honest, I was a little surprised when you agreed to Mycroft." Sherlock said while turning his fingers on the small pocket watch that McCoff had just given him.

"Sherlock, to be honest, when Mycroft mentioned Chaofan, I was surprised by your unsurprising expression." Di Renjie didn't answer Sherlock's question directly, but brought up another matter.

"Oh," Sherlock looked at Di Renjie helplessly:
"Although I didn't know it at first, you and Mycroft have shown too many abnormalities recently, as well as the performance of Mr. Charles and others in the bar before. If I don't have any doubts, then I don't need to call detectives office.

"Of course there are still surprises. After all, my guesses were quite diverse at the beginning. There have been speculations about super soldiers secretly cultivated by government departments. So when I finally learned that it was extraordinary power, I still Got some shocks.

"But John, do you know what is the most important thing about a detective?"

As Sherlock said, he suddenly looked at Di Renjie with a bright smile.

"What is the most important thing for a detective?" Di Renjie thinks it is not easy to answer this question. A good detective should have all aspects, from sufficient knowledge reserve to excellent reasoning ability... But which one is the most important?

"Is it a clear mind?" Di Renjie chose a relatively popular answer, and he had a premonition that he would definitely not be able to guess Sherlock's answer.

"No, John, the most important thing for a detective, of course, is to have a poker face.

"If you have a poker face, even if you're just reading, no, even if you're not even reading, people will still think you're a real detective."

Sherlock quickly finished the series of words above.

[This is indeed not guessed, and there is no reason to guess it. 】

But although he thought so in his heart, for some reason, Di Renjie felt that he didn't feel any surprises, and he could even imagine what Sherlock would say next...

"The above is all my nonsense." Sherlock showed a polite smirk as expected, "I just want to express that I have good expression management skills. This is a good habit I have formed in dealing with McCoff for many years."

"Thank you, Sherlock, I feel like I've learned a lot..."

Time passed in the gossip between the two, and it was already dusk when the carriage arrived at 221B Baker Street.

"Oh, thank God, you are finally back," Mrs. Hudson ran out anxiously.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Hudson?" Both Sherlock and Di Renjie stepped forward to give the old lady a warm hug.

"Come and take a look," Mrs. Hudson took Di Renjie and Sherlock's hands and walked to the living room on the second floor without any time to exchange greetings.

The two followed the old lady curiously, and then Di Renjie saw a large pigeon with interlaced red, purple and blue feathers and a first-born phoenix crown squatting on the coffee table in the living room.There is also a bag at the pigeon's feet, and the baguette can be vaguely seen sticking out of the bag.

After seeing Di Renjie, the pigeon immediately opened its mouth:
"Send the letter, send the letter."

"He" cried, like a parrot.

(End of this chapter)