what do you think sherlock

Chapter 76 The Emperor
Buckinghamshire, Hurndon Manor.

"Actually, I didn't expect that you would come to visit me," Disraeli motioned Di Renjie and Sherlock to sit down, but his eyesight was very poor at this time, so when the same person looked at each other, he always gave people a constant look a feeling of.

"Mycroft did give a hush money, but it wasn't sincere enough." Sherlock grinned.

"Then you should go to him, not me." Disraeli also said with a smile.

"Then it's unnecessary. After all, we already know that the key to the matter lies with you, not Mr. McCoff." Di Renjie took the black tea handed by the servant, and said with a smile on his face: "And we I didn’t come here for profit either, as far as I’m concerned, what drove me here was mainly a sense of responsibility and curiosity, as for Sherlock…”

Di Renjie glanced at Sherlock a little angrily and amusedly, and the other party immediately took up the conversation and said:
"On the one hand, I couldn't help but find out when I saw a case, and on the other hand, I simply didn't want to let McCoff's plan go smoothly."

"Haha, Sherlock, you and Mycroft are the funniest pair of brothers I've ever met." Disraeli couldn't help laughing out loud, but the laughter instantly touched his upper airway, and Ben Suffering from bronchitis, he suddenly coughed uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, maybe we shouldn't joke with you." Di Renjie asked with some concern, he had experienced this feeling of getting old and sick, so he could empathize with Disraeli's situation.

"It's okay, it's okay." Disraeli slowed down a little, waved his hand and said, "Let's get back to the topic."

He took a sip of water to moisturize his throat, then looked at the two of them: "You guessed it was me, do you have any evidence?"

So Di Renjie and Sherlock briefly recounted their recent actions and the clues they had obtained. After listening to the narration, Disraeli applauded without hesitation:

"very exciting,
"If I were 30 years younger, no, 20 years old, I would definitely join you, but I am too old now.

"I can generally admit what you said, after all, I'm about to die, and I have nothing to hide.

"As for now, I'm waiting for a call. Do you want to wait with me, an old man?"

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St. Petersburg, Griboyedov Canal.

On the east side of the canal is the Mikhailovsky Garden, which was once part of the estate and hunting grounds of the Swedish nobility, but became part of the royal estate after the Russians captured it during the conquest of the area in the early 1700s, And granted by Peter the Great to his wife Catherine as her palace.

Later, the ownership of the garden changed several times. At this time, the buildings and gardens above were quite different from the original appearance.

Especially the large-scale renovation carried out in 1817. Under the suggestion of architect Carlo Rossi, the garden adopted the English garden style and techniques that were popular internationally in the eighteenth century.

This created convenience for Smith's actions.

Smith, who is familiar with English garden design, found the reserved circular underground water pipe in the garden with ease.

The original purpose of this pipe design is to connect the garden ponds, fountains and the castle's water supply system, which makes the water flowing through it very clean.

Of course, this is meaningless to Smith, because in this weather, all outdoor water in St. Petersburg has turned into solid ice.

The ice occupied half of the space in the pipe, leaving only a semi-circular passage for Smith to use. Fortunately, he didn't need to do strenuous activities in it.

Smith squatted down, first pushed the suitcase into the pipe, then put a piece of waterproof leather on his back, faced the sky, and used his hands and feet to pull himself into the pipe.

The inside of the pipe was pitch black, except for the faint light at the entrance, nothing could be seen, but it didn't matter, he could just slide deeper with the suitcase on his head.

When he slid to the point where he could barely see the light at the entrance, he finally stopped.

"Huh, huh."

He took a few breaths, obviously the action just now was not easy for him, but after all, the second-level "plainclothes knight" is not comparable to ordinary people, just took a few deep breaths, he He regained his energy.

Then he stretched his hands to the top of his head, groped for a while on the suitcase, found the buttons and opened them all, the suitcase opened, and a crown appeared in the dark underground water pipe.

Smith licked his lips, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, carefully took the crown out of the half-open leather case with both hands, and finally put it on his head gently.

Next, it is time to witness "courage".

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After a routine inspection of the army, the carriage carrying Alexander II finally drove towards the Winter Palace.

The tsar's support and guard team was very large. When they passed the Griboyedov Canal, pedestrians on the embankment of the canal gave way to both sides.

The embankment of the Griboyedov Canal is the main traffic artery in St. Petersburg, so although the weather is cold, the two sides of the embankment are still a bit crowded at this time, especially when the emperor's guard of honor occupies the middle area of ​​the embankment. Congestion is more obvious.

However, none of these matters had anything to do with the old tsar. What he was still thinking about was constitutional reform. Compared with such an important matter, the diplomatic setbacks these days seemed less important.

Just when the old tsar was worried about state affairs, there was a sudden commotion outside the carriage.

"What's the matter, Osia?" Alexander II immediately called the chief of his personal guard to ask, but he couldn't wait for Osia's reply.

"Boom," the violent explosion, accompanied by the wailing of the horses and the screams of the crowd, was transmitted into the carriage in an instant.

The carriage was shaken violently, and Alexander II immediately understood that he had been assassinated again.

But he didn't panic, on the contrary he was extraordinarily calm and brave.

Because he has experienced hundreds of assassinations in his life, this level of threat is still not in his eyes, so his bravery at this moment is obviously reasonable.

The old tsar slightly adjusted his clothes, sat in the carriage, and waited for his guards to take down the assassin.

He is the emperor, he thought.

"Your Majesty, the assassin has been taken down, are you okay?" Osya's voice came, and the head of the Guards did not disappoint the trust of the old tsar, and he took control of the situation in less than half a minute.

"Of course it's okay, Osya, you've done a good job." The old tsar said in a relaxed tone, and at the same time stood up and walked out of the carriage.

"You'd better be in the carriage, it's safer." Osya tried to stop Alexander II.

"It's no big deal, Osya," said the old tsar, seeing his coachman lying in a pool of blood, the horses pulling the cart were dying, and some civilians and soldiers around were also injured.

In the distance, several guards were pinning a man to the ground.

So the old tsar pushed aside the arm of the captain of the personal guard, and bravely and firmly walked into the middle of the crowd.

He is the emperor, he thought.

"Cough cough," the old tsar coughed twice, his gaze swept around majesticly:
"They all died for the royal family. I represent the imperial family, and to them..."

Whoosh!
The old tsar's comforting words got stuck in his throat before he finished speaking.

In the panicked crowd in the distance, a bomb was thrown again.

The bomb slid an arc in the air, and landed beside the old tsar amidst everyone's horrified, shocked, and uneasy eyes.

The old tsar's eyes showed almost substantial astonishment.

He is the emperor, he thought.

"boom."

(End of this chapter)