what do you think sherlock

Chapter 144 Encounter and Misunderstanding
Three carriages parked steadily at the porch of the hotel. The first carriage was very luxurious, with two high-quality sorrel horses with shiny coats, their waists and legs shining under the golden sun; A carriage is luxurious, but it is also exquisite in shape and the horses are strong, which is very in line with the identity and status of the customers of the Emerald Hotel.

But Di Renjie's attention at this time was not on the three carriages at all.

【Lord Lawton, why is he here? 】

Di Renjie frowned slightly. The last time I saw Lawton was at Lord Disraeli's funeral.At that time, both he and Sherlock had noticed something different about Lawton, and now that Lawton happened to be in such a sensitive position, it was hard not to make him think more.

But no matter what he thinks in his heart, as long as there is no definite crime, he still needs to treat the other party politely.

Lawton (Moriarty), who walked out of the hotel lobby, went straight to the luxuriously decorated carriage. At the same time, the door of the carriage in the middle of the troika opened, and a man with a cane, A middle-aged man in a well-dressed suit.

The middle-aged man hurried into the restaurant, and Moriarty also stepped into the leading carriage.So the first carriage received the person it wanted to pick up, and the second carriage also sent off the person it wanted to deliver, so the drivers on the two carriages waved the reins and prepared to move forward.

But at this moment, Moriarty, who was already sitting in the carriage, seemed to have just seen Di Renjie and Sherlock approaching gradually, with a look of surprise on his face, he opened the window, and hurriedly greeted Di Renjie and Sherlock. Sherlock and the two waved their hands, and at the same time ordered the driver sitting in front to stop.

The driver complied with the order to rein in the horse and stop. His driving skills were very good, and the horse stopped cleanly under his control.

But this caused the carriage behind to lose the time and space to react. The two big horses that were moving forward suddenly raised their hooves and turned when they sensed the obstacles ahead, but this caused the horseman and carriage behind to suffer.

Driven by the horses, the carriage in the middle turned suddenly and rose slightly into the air. Then, the horse's hooves in front fell heavily, shaking the carriage body violently, and the carriage driver almost fell off the seat.

Fortunately, the drivers who can drive this kind of carriage have good driving skills. After the initial panic, he managed to stabilize the two horses in front of him that were about to lose control.

However, affected by the violent vibration of the vehicle body at this time, the curtain of the closed carriage window slid to one side of the window, allowing everyone to clearly see the situation inside the carriage through the window.

"Confirm the situation, there is no one in the carriage." Behind a window on the opposite side of the street, River, who was watching carefully with a telescope, said, and the mobile team members beside him immediately passed the information to their companions in other positions.

Sensing the situation behind him, Moriarty walked towards the carriage. First, Di Renjie and the three who came from this side greeted with embarrassment, and then turned to express condolences to the driver of the second carriage.

Di Renjie was only about five or six meters away from the two carriages. Through the gap between the two carriages, he saw Lawton handing a few pounds to the carriage driver.

After receiving the pound, the originally annoyed coachman immediately smiled and thanked him again and again. Moriarty smiled and waved, then turned and walked towards the direction of Di Renjie and the three of them.

"Why are you here? I'm really sorry. There was a little accident on my side just now." He greeted him with a smile, his figure just blocking part of the vision of Di Renjie and the three of them.

Although Di Renjie was somewhat suspicious of Luo Dun, and at the same time felt that the other party appeared here was a bit strange, but he did not hide the other party's intentions at all, as if he had no sense of confidentiality at all, he blurted out:
"We received a report that someone said that there is a fugitive criminal hiding in the Emerald Hotel. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Di Renjie's tone was more or less teasing, and for ordinary criminals to encounter such unreasonable ways of playing cards, they would more or less lose their sense of proportion.

But Moriarty is obviously not an ordinary criminal. He looks natural, with a bit of surprise and fear in his calm expression. The image of the aristocrat who strives to maintain a calm surface is vividly interpreted:

"My God, this is so scary, I didn't expect this to happen here, it's good that you guys made it in time."

"Don't worry, we will find that criminal out smoothly." Di Renjie put the accent on the word "certainly".

"Of course, I wish you all the best."

While the two were talking, three men dressed as staff members walked out of the hotel. They each carried a briefcase in their hands and hurriedly stepped onto the last carriage.

"Stop them and check their identities." River said to his companions.

And just as the three men in formal clothes walked out, the coachman in the middle carriage closed the curtains in the carriage again and got out of the carriage. He stood at the door of the carriage and looked around carefully as if he was doing a final inspection. The situation around the carriage. After a while, he nodded and closed the door, returned to his seat, raised the reins and drove away.

Seeing that the carriage in the middle was about to leave, Di Renjie glanced calmly across the several houses opposite the hotel, and saw a member of the mobile team gesturing to him behind a window, which represented the carriage that was about to leave , and there is no problem.

So Di Renjie shifted his attention to Lord Lawton in front of him again, and they chatted briefly. Di Renjie took the opportunity to spy on the other party's purpose of coming here, but they were all blocked by the various reasons and arrangements prepared by the other party in advance. return.

Afterwards, Luo Dun offered to leave, and Di Renjie and the three inspected the situation in the other party's carriage by the way in the name of seeing him off. After seeing that there was nothing unexpected, they waved goodbye to each other.

"Did you see anything unusual?" Sherlock watched the carriage carrying Moriarty drive away slowly, and said in a low voice with his lips slightly opened and closed.

"It's very strange for him to appear here, but we have no legitimate reason to prevent him from leaving." Di Renjie shook his head slowly and said, "Go to the hotel service desk and ask about Lord Lawton's visit records, and see if the staff have any impression .”

"Let me go, you and Ms. Catherine get down to business first." Sherlock waved his hand at Di Renjie, turned around and strode into the hotel lobby, so Di Renjie turned to look at Sister Catherine, who immediately understood, and she picked up the With the golden cross in front of him, his left hand drew an identical cross shape in the void in front of his body, chanting scriptures in his mouth, and slowly walked towards the hotel.

As Sister Catherine moved forward, Di Renjie felt a soft white gleam emanating from the other party's body. Because it was daytime, such abnormalities were not easy to attract the attention of passers-by, but they could not escape the Transcendent attention.

Although the white light looks gentle and soft, it is actually very domineering. In the sound of Sister Catherine's chanting, Di Renjie can feel the surrounding environment is exuding a stronger and stronger sense of repulsion. Under this strong repulsion, The power of any other supernatural path will appear abrupt and suppressed.

This is Di Renjie's backup plan - a third-level powerhouse of the pure white eye path is like a super-powerful searchlight for middle- and low-level transcendents of other paths. Hiding on any physical level makes no sense.
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"Dong dong," a receptionist wearing the work uniform of the Emerald Hotel was standing behind the bar in the lobby of the hotel with his head down, counting something, when suddenly two knuckles were tapped on the wooden countertop in front of him. sound.

"Excuse me sir, is there anything I can do for you?" The receptionist raised his head in a little panic and quickly bowed and apologized.

"I need to check the hotel's check-in register, and do you have any impression of the nobleman who just left the lobby?" Sherlock took out his ID for the other party to check, and asked at the same time.

"You are. Okay, there is no problem. This is the register of our hotel. It not only contains the check-in information, but also the list of people who have booked the table. Besides, you are talking about His Excellency Lord Lawton. He is the name of our hotel. Our regular customers, probably come here every one or two months." The receptionist became a little more restrained after seeing Sherlock's ID.

"Then when was the last time he came here other than today?" Sherlock asked while flipping through the hotel's register.

The receptionist thought about it carefully, and seemed to have thought of something, but he was not sure, so he turned around to confirm with a colleague beside him, and then replied to Sherlock: "About a day ago, Luo Lord Ton has also been to the hotel once, and he has booked a room upstairs and has not checked out so far."

"Which room?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and asked hastily.

"It's here," the receptionist took the register from Sherlock's hand, turned it to the page that recorded the information from the day before, and pointed to a line of text.

"Room 509." After confirming the seat, Sherlock was about to ask the receptionist to take him to search that room, but at this moment, his eyes swept across the register inadvertently, and he was recording the Not far from the line of check-in information, a check-in message that seemed to have nothing unusual caught his attention:
【.Resident's name: Jane, ID: U.S. passport】

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" Sherlock murmured in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)