what do you think sherlock

Chapter 151 I Found You
"Wait, is your thinking too jumpy? Well, actually, I want to ask if there are any other details that I should know but haven't known yet?" Mycroft on the phone was slightly surprised. The sound came intermittently.

At this moment, his heart is full of surprises. As the chief executive of the Imperial Intelligence Agency who single-handedly formed the White Tower department, he can say that he knows everything that happened in the Tower of London, but now he suddenly finds out that his subordinates seem to have something that he expected. progress outside
This is really new!
At this moment, Di Renjie has no time to pay attention to the endless thoughts in McCoff's heart. After recovering from the surprise of learning the news, he sorted out all the information he has so far, and immediately came up with a set of ideas in his mind. Fresher and more convincing inferences:

"I have a new idea, but it's not mature yet. I need to meet up with Sherlock now, and I'll contact you after we verify some things." Di Renjie hung up the phone perfunctorily, and then hurried upstairs run up.

[A location connects two originally unrelated cases, then this location must have its problems, and Milverton is likely to be the answer to this problem. ] Di Renjie rushed into the elevator, thinking while operating:
[From the clinic to Herald's cemetery, behind this crime line is a group of extraordinary people from the bottomless abyss path. According to the feedback from Francis and Mycroft, there are fourth-level extraordinary powerhouses among this group, and The characteristics and styles of the extraordinary abilities of the group members are relatively similar, so these people should come from the same organization. According to the relevant records of the imperial intelligence agencies on the extraordinary organizations of the Abyss Pathway, there are only a few organizations that meet the conditions, and potential suspects can be identified. It's not difficult, but the difficult thing is that these organizations are rats in the gutter, and they don't show up easily, so it's not easy to find them. 】

[The two murder cases at the Windmill Theater, judging from the latest clues, there is a high probability that the director of the theater under the influence of extraordinary powers, in order to attack the Earl of Granville, caused the damage. The lives of the two girls became a mysterious force. Of course, at present, it is very likely that it is Milverton, the dagger that stabs the foreign secretary with a criminal history. 】

Although, as Mycroft said, Wang Delei's death may have been caused by a mob inside the police, but according to Wang Delei's painful performance when he pleaded guilty and Miss Alena's amnesia symptoms, coupled with the fact that the hotel belongs to Milverton and all the coincidences happened here, the most important thing is that Milverton is suspected of mastering the supernatural ability in the field of memory. With all kinds of factors superimposed, it is difficult for Di Renjie not to suspect that this person is behind the entire case at the Windmill Theater. Mister Shadow.

[But what is the motivation?Sherlock says this is a greedy demon who is constantly trying to make more money, but if that is the case, there is no need for him to expose the case, unless his target is not Granville, or is it not just Granville?
Fortunately, this point can be inferred based on the direction of the follow-up media and the response of Downing Street. In addition, Milverton is not as secretive as that organization. If we want, we can even confront him. 】

Di Renjie listened to the noise of the elevator running, but his mind was very clear:
[In addition, who actually wrote the report letter?Judging from the way the letter was written, this is absolutely impossible to be a passer-by who doesn't know anything. He may be a third-party force, and Milverton may be a member of this third-party force;
It is also possible that he is a traitor in the organization mainly composed of extraordinary people from the Abyss path, so he must do his best to conceal his identity.

The key point at the moment is, does he even know that Ms. Jane is here?Of course, you can change your mind. Compared with this elusive whistleblower, Ms. Jian's whereabouts are much easier to determine.It may be of great help to find her to understand the reasons for returning to London after many years. 】

When Di Renjie thought about the two key points at hand, the elevator arrived at the fifth floor of the hotel. He opened the iron sliding door and walked out.
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Sherlock walked into the room assigned by Lord Lawton. The interior furnishings of this room were not much different from other rooms on the same floor. It exuded a luxurious and rich atmosphere everywhere. Exquisite porcelain, pillows stuffed with expensive velvet, The best beaver hides are good here only for the cushions of the seats.

However, amidst the same wealth, Sherlock still easily found some small details that could reveal the habits and characteristics of the occupants of the room:

Thick curtains were drawn on several windows of the room, but the window facing the opposite street was open;
There was no water in several cups, but there were traces of yellow powder remaining on the walls of the cups;

There are several Times newspapers on the coffee table, the latest one has today's date written on it, and has obvious traces of flipping through;
Some off-white ashes remained in the ashtray.

Sherlock walked to the side of the coffee table, picked up the ashtray, smelled the smell of the ash, and then used his thumb and forefinger to take out a handful of ashes from it, holding it in front of his eyes for careful identification.

"What are you doing?" Sister Catherine watched Sherlock complete the series of actions just now with some curiosity.

"I'm identifying soot." Sherlock said without looking back.

Catherine's brows were tightly frowned, and she said in an unbelievable tone: "Is there anything that can be identified in soot? Don't soot in this world all look the same?"

"It's not fair for you to say that to the ashes." Sherlock put the ashes back into the ashtray, then smiled and said to Sister Catherine:

"In fact, different companies, different origins, and different years of soot have subtle differences. I have carefully studied the differences between 140 kinds of cigars, cigarettes and tobacco ash after burning, and wrote an article " On the Difference Between the Different Kinds of Soot."

Sister Catherine's eyes were wide open, and she listened to Sherlock's speech like an oracle. It was really hard for her to imagine that there would be someone in this world who would do such a boring, complicated and boring thing:

"So have you come to any conclusions?"

"That's right, judging from the appearance of the ash, the name of the cigar used by the people living here is called Sia Deniz. This is a product released by a Turkish company. The taste of the British." Sherlock said words that shocked Catherine as if chatting, and at the same time flipped through the newspaper on the coffee table with his hand, and then picked up the teacup to read.

"So you mean that the person living here is an Ottoman?" Sister Catherine tried hard to follow Sherlock's train of thought.

"I didn't say that. In fact, although the response of this cigar in the European market is not good, it has many fans in the Middle East and North Africa, which are shrouded in the afterglow of the Ottoman Empire. So we can't From this, it can be concluded that this is a person who has lived in Ottoman all year round." Sherlock scraped off a little yellow powder from the wall of the teacup with his nails, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it twice, and then continued:

"Actually, the answer is obvious. There is a high probability that an Egyptian lives here."

"Egyptian?" Catherine asked puzzled.

"This yellow powder is mummy powder." Sherlock held up the yellow powder on his fingertips to show the other party. When he heard that it was mummy powder, Catherine showed an obvious expression of disgust:

"How could anyone drink something like this?"

Sherlock withdrew his hand, shrugged and said: "At first, some European nobles believed that this powder could bring them strength and make them perform more calmly during intercourse; the Egyptians didn't believe this, but hundreds of Over the years, as Europe became stronger and Egypt gradually declined, they also began to imperceptibly imitate the extravagant style of European nobles. Of course, personally speaking, with a strict medical attitude, I do not recommend taking such things. "

After hearing the purpose of mummy powder, Catherine frowned even tighter: "Well, is this the basis for your judgment?"

"Yes, but not entirely. Any judgment is comprehensive. It is difficult to deduce a very definite answer from a single clue. The soot just now is also one of the evidences for my inference. There is also the leaflet on the table that was flipped through. Newspapers, the Egyptians are deeply influenced by the empire, and their middle and upper class generally have good English literacy; the Ottomans are not like this, although their era has come to an end, but most of the Ottoman nobles are still indulging in the glory of the past , having a sweet dream and not wanting to wake up." Sherlock walked to the window and said calmly:

"Of course, these are secondary. The biggest gain today is still here."

"What harvest?" Catherine followed Sherlock's footsteps, walked to the window and looked out the window.

"A person who tries to hide his whereabouts is like the windows next door. It is normal to use curtains to cover his figure and all traces of life, so that they can feel comfortable and safe psychologically. But why is that The curtains of several windows are drawn, but the curtain of this window is opened?"

"Perhaps he just wanted to observe the street?"

"Then he only needs to open a small gap." Speaking of this, Sherlock unconsciously recalled the previous experience of himself and John being surrounded by reporters in the Baker Street apartment:
"He must have had a reason to have to open it."

Sherlock looked up at the opposite building. Among the densely packed windowsills, it seemed that someone had faintly noticed his gaze and hid in a panic.

So the corners of Sherlock's mouth rose slightly:

"Got you."

Step, step, step, at this moment, a sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the door, and Di Renjie just arrived.

(End of this chapter)