what do you think sherlock

Chapter 91
221B Baker Street is surrounded by a strong aroma of coffee.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't there be a more formal ceremony for the establishment of our department?" Sherlock stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, holding coffee in one hand, admiring the scenery outside the window, and at the same time chatting with Di Renjie. talking.

The first ten days of April is coming to an end, but London is still cold at this time, but in this corner of the cold world, some details about spring have sprouted silently.

"Actually, we are a semi-secret department after all." Di Renjie simply replied, he was looking for something in the kitchen at the moment.

"Semi-secret, I guess this must be a newly coined word by Mycroft." Sherlock took a sip of coffee and looked back at Di Renjie:
"Hey John, what are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for white sugar, Sherlock, do you have any impression?"

"Are you entrusting me with a task?" Sherlock showed a sly smile.

"Okay, if you want to do that." Di Renjie smiled helplessly.

"Then I can tell you the answer. You and Mrs. Hudson have used up all the sugar."

"Mrs. Hudson?" Di Renjie came out of the kitchen in disbelief.

"Yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Hudson was making coconut milk tarts, but her family ran out of sugar, so" Sherlock said in a rather innocent tone.

Di Renjie sighed in disappointment when he heard the words: "Oh, that's too bad, coffee without sugar has no soul, Mrs. Hudson."

"Who's calling me?" Di Renjie hadn't finished speaking when he saw Mrs. Hudson coming up from downstairs with a tray of snacks.

"It's John, Mrs. Hudson, he's not happy about you running out of sugar." Sherlock complained "in time".

"You are slandering, Sherlock," Di Renjie felt a little annoyed and amused.

"So it's this matter. Fortunately, I was prepared for it." Mrs. Hudson obviously didn't take Sherlock's words seriously, but because she was going to return some sugar to them, she immediately relieved Di Renjie's urgent need.

"This is the coconut milk tart I just made, you guys have a try, and here are three more letters, all addressed to you."

"What letter?" Sherlock took the three letters from Mrs. Hudson curiously:
"The first, John, is from a gentleman named Richard."

"Okay, please pass it to me, Mr. Richard is a new friend I met at the academic gathering last time." Di Renjie took the letter, opened it and looked at it a few times: "He said that he will go back to India soon , there was a very special archaeological discovery over there, and I couldn’t participate in the next few academic gatherings.”

"So that's the case. Although I haven't met this gentleman, I still wish him good luck." Sherlock nodded thoughtfully, and then looked at the second letter:

"This is what Ms. Angelina sent us. Oh, it's the time for Disraeli's funeral. We need to attend it."

"It turned out to be this matter." Di Renjie's mood was a little complicated at this time, probably because he himself had aged and died before, so he had a special empathy for this kind of thing.

"The last is the letters delivered by my little assistants, no wonder there are no stamps," Sherlock laughed dumbly, obviously those little guys delivered the letters into the mailbox by hand: "Let me see what information is written on it." ?”

"Well, some strange rumors have been spreading recently at the Vasily Clinic at 36 Redmond Road, saying that patients who go there have inexplicably aggravated their illnesses.

"That seems interesting."
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Vasili Clinic at 36 Redmond Road.

"Dr. Vasili has become more and more strange recently." Toledo looked at Dr. Vasili who was trimming green plants in the backyard of the clinic with some anxiety and nervousness.

At this moment, as far as he could see, Dr. Vasili was facing away from him, humming an indistinguishable song, with one hand behind his back, and the other holding a scalpel, cutting the branches and leaves of plants .

The branches and leaves became broken and messy under the cutting of the scalpel, the broken leaves were all over the ground, and the juice splashed.

This situation has happened for many days. At the beginning, Toledo thought that Dr. Vasili just couldn't find the gardening scissors, so he used a scalpel to improvise. For this reason, he deliberately found out the gardening scissors and put them on the backyard door side.

[In this way, when Dr. Vasily goes to trim the green plants in the backyard next time, he can see the gardening scissors at a glance. Maybe he will notice my carefulness.]

However, Dr. Vasily went to the backyard with a scalpel the next day, as if he didn't see the gardening scissors on the ground at all.

The third day, the fourth day, and so on until today.

Every day at a fixed time in the afternoon, he would go to the backyard with a scalpel, stand in the sun and trim green plants, humming strange songs.

For some reason, Dr. Vasili was clearly standing in the sun, but Toledo felt a little gloomy, as if there was something hidden under the white coat that was dazzled by the sun.
something creepy
Toledo was like this, staring at the back of Dr. Vasili with some anxiety and some curiosity. Ever since he discovered the abnormality, he couldn't help but observe the idea.

Suddenly, Toledo noticed that Dr. Vasili, who was cutting the green plants, stopped.
[Stop, come down? 】

Toledo's pupils dilated suddenly.

The air fell into a silent dead silence for an instant.

"Hey,"

A palm clapped Toledo's shoulder.

"I'll go, hell," Toledo trembled with fright, his whole body trembled, and he ran back again and again.

"What's wrong with you, Toledo?" Assistant doctor Gant was a little surprised by Toledo's performance. He didn't understand how he had such a big reaction when he just patted him.

"Huh," Toledo took a deep breath to calm down his crazily beating heart, and after a few seconds, he barely slowed down:
"It's okay, I was just scared by you."

"Scared?" Gant looked at his palm in confusion, but found nothing unusual: "Did I just pat you?"

"No, I was a little nervous just now." Toledo didn't know how to explain, so he could only wave his hand to Gant, signaling him not to ask more questions.

"Well, well, I'm sorry if I've frightened you," said Gant apologetically, "but I see you've been looking at the backyard just now. What were you looking at?"

"It's nothing, I saw Dr. Vasili went to the backyard, so I took a second look." Toledo said, a little worried that the movement of the two of them would disturb the doctor in the backyard, so he turned his head again and looked at the doctor through the window. He glanced around the backyard, which was still sunny.

[But, why is there no one? 】

(End of this chapter)