what do you think sherlock

Chapter 69 Showdown and Cairo

"So, the crown itself has some kind of special power?" Sherlock touched the tip of his nose, and he didn't know where the violin was hidden at this time.

"That's right, but I don't know where the limit of this ability can affect, nor whether it can affect high-level extraordinary people." Di Renjie nodded and said: "But I guess His Excellency Francis should have something to do with it. learn."

Sherlock and Di Renjie turned their heads together and looked at Francis who was floating in the air.

"Um, if I say I don't know, will you believe me?" Francis smiled awkwardly.

"John, are you still short of people for the party?" Sherlock looked at Di Renjie.

"Mrs. Stubbs is looking for talent." Di Renjie said nonsense that he didn't even believe. With the character of that old lady, even if he was really looking for talent, he probably wanted Mrs. Hudson. Excellent culinary talent bar...

"Too much, too much, you two," cried Francis, "do you think I don't know Stubbs? I've known her longer than you've known her combined, how could she suddenly care? Her own job? Still looking for talents, she would definitely be more willing to bake another oven of bread when she has this time, can your deceit be more obvious?"

Sherlock and Di Renjie looked at Francis with smiles in their eyes:

"As obvious as your 'lie', Sir Francis."

Francis: "(⊙o⊙)..."

"Well, when did you find out." Francis in the portrait scratched the back of his head.

"You are a sage, Your Excellency Francis. As far as I know, there are only more than 10 sages in the British Isles. If it is just to guide Sherlock into the extraordinary, you don't need to ask yourself." Di Renjie said with a smile.

"In addition, do you remember the quarrel with you about deduction and induction?" Sherlock also said with a smile: "It was actually a temptation. I deliberately stood on the opposite side of your academics and argued with you. In the end, although you won debated, but finally admitted the importance of deductive logic in order to allow me to join your school, and since then I have been vaguely aware of something."

"In the process of chatting with Ms. Angelina before, she once revealed that there was a rumor within the association that there was a sage who admired Sherlock very much." Di Renjie said pointedly:
"So, it wasn't an accident that you led Sherlock into the extraordinary realm, but something you and Mycroft intentionally brought about, right?"

After Di Renjie finished speaking, he and Sherlock looked at Francis playfully.

Francis was speechless. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand annoyedly and rubbed his forehead: "I knew that nothing good would happen if the newcomer was too smart... Well, I admit, I did plan to send Sherlock introduced it into the School of Empiricism... As you all know, deductive logic is the part I'm missing... I think this may help me find the direction to advance to the fifth level..."

"Okay, respected Sir Francis, since we are all open and honest to this point, we don't have to go around the corner anymore. Mr. McCaw arranged you by our side, and he also asked you to help watch over us, right?" Di Renjie said with a smile.

Francis spread his hands helplessly:

"He doesn't want you to continue to delve into the Crown case, but obviously, I failed to stop you, but you don't expect to get more from me..."

"I think it would be nice to have a different party. I heard that Mrs. Stubbs is very skilled?" Sherlock looked at Di Renjie "sincerely".

"Of course, her baguettes are superb."

"Enough is enough," Francis said awkwardly: "We all know that the empirical school is the most suitable for you, Sherlock, Stubbs can't teach you much... Well, although I can't tell you the crown The specifics of the case, but I can quietly reveal that the Crown case was facilitated by Disraeli, the royal family and the Liberal Party also participated, but the Conservatives contributed the most behind it."

A satisfied smile appeared on Sherlock's face: "That's enough, thank you for your news, Honorable Francis."

"It seems that we need to read through the important events in the life of His Excellency Disraeli," Di Renjie clapped his palms lightly, as if he wanted to do something big.

"The museum archives have all the documents, but this is a big project." Sherlock stood up.

"Then we don't have enough time, let's go now." Di Renjie also stood up, and the two walked towards the gate. When they reached the gate, they did not forget to take off their hats together to express their thanks to Francis who was secretly distressed.

Be polite and decent.

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Egypt, Cairo.

When many people think of Africa, they will think that it is hot everywhere, but in fact, Cairo at the end of February is also cold. Of course, compared with the wet and cold weather in London, the winter here is very mild.

Mansfield Smith licked his dry lips with his tongue. Although he had served in Egypt for more than 3 years, he still could not fully adapt to the climate here.

"It has been confirmed, the target is inside the house," a subordinate ran to Smith to report.

"Then carry out the order," Smith looked at the subordinate who seemed to be hesitating, and asked again: "Is there anything else you want to report, Commissioner Carey?"

"I..." the young man named Kaili stammered, "There is also a woman and two children in the house."

Smith frowned slightly. He looked towards the house and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Bah," the match was ignited through friction, and a weak flame burst out.

Smith leaned his neck forward slightly, lit his cigarette with a match, and took a deep drag.

"Huh," he exhaled a puff of white smoke, then he turned around and handed the cigarette to Commissioner Carey:

"I give you a new task, which is to hold this cigarette."

After speaking, he patted Commissioner Carey on the shoulder, turned around and walked into the house, pulling out his gun from his waist while walking.

Ten seconds later, four gunshots came from inside the house.

Smith walked out of the house and closed the door before going out. He took the cigarette from Commissioner Carey and flicked the cigarette butt:

"You did a good job,

"In addition, as your superior, I will give you another piece of advice,"

He took another drag on his cigarette and said calmly:

"Your heart is too soft, you are not suitable for this job, please apply for transfer to the civilian department as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, Smith didn't mean to wait for Commissioner Carey, turned around and left, and walked towards the main road.

Cairo is a khaki city, the air is filled with yellow sand and dust, dull and monotonous.

Perhaps because of this, the residents of Cairo are particularly fond of bright colors. When Smith walks on the main road, the stalls on both sides of the street are filled with colorful carpets, fabrics, and sometimes bright gold-plated ornaments. , In the building next to the road, there is also a souvenir shop specializing in tourist business, which is filled with various shapes of mummy models and mythological stone carvings, and camels pass through the middle of the road, full of exotic customs.

Of course, all this is nothing new to Smith. He just finished his mission and just wants to go to the tavern for a drink.

"Jingling bells," he deftly pushed open the door of Old Tom's Tavern, tapped the bar with his hand, and shouted to the waiter:
"As usual, a glass of whiskey, from Scotland."

"Okay," the waiter agreed enthusiastically, quickly serving Smith a glass of wine.

"Thank you," Smith said, taking a sip from his glass and pushing the cash he had just taken out.

"No, no need," the waiter quickly waved his hand, "The gentleman over there has already paid for you."

As soon as the words fell, Smith, as a member of the Secret Intelligence Service, immediately became extremely vigilant.

He turned his head to look in the direction where the waiter's arm was pointing, with one hand still holding the wine glass, while the other hand silently drew out the gun.

"Hello, Mr. Smith," a well-dressed gentleman sat on the other side of the bar, and he greeted Smith warmly. There were two suitcases at his feet. Wait for the fox fur.

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