what do you think sherlock

Chapter 3 Suspects, Gangsters and Hostages

The business of the bar in the afternoon was not good, so after the initial panic, only 9 people gathered in the lobby, including the staff who came from the kitchen after hearing the news.

The chef, the female bartender, two young male waiters, the three of Di Renjie, the old gentleman and an old lady drinking tea by the window.

"Convulsions, confusion, profuse sweating, incontinence, no obvious abnormalities in heart sounds." Although Di Renjie likes to settle cases, Di Renjie's first reaction at this time is to save others first.
"It should be poisoning, Sherlock, help me get him up, little Stanford, where is the nearest hospital?"

"Riverside Hospital, 20 minutes by horse-drawn carriage."

"Please go and get a two-seater carriage, and others, please help us prepare some water, Sherlock, let's induce vomiting for this gentleman first."

Di Renjie gave orders in an orderly manner, but based on his many years of experience, the degree and speed of the poisonous attack of the gentleman in front of him were somewhat violent, and he was not sure whether he could save his life in the end.

"Sorry, can I have a look too?"

The old gentleman also squatted down and squeezed in between Di Renjie and Holmes.

"Then be careful, his vomit may also contain toxins." Sherlock reminded the old man kindly while helping him up.

"Thank you," the old gentleman helped with one hand while pressing the other on the middle-aged man's chest, and then a trace of imperceptible sadness and anger suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Be careful, everyone, I'm going to induce vomiting," Di Renjie opened the man's mouth wide with his hands, and was about to stretch his fingers inward.

"No need, John." Sherlock stopped suddenly.

"I know it may not work, but Sherlock, let's try first."

"He's dead." Sherlock patted Di Renjie on the shoulder.

Di Renjie lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged man who was being lifted up. He saw that he no longer twitched, and his eyes lost their luster.

"Don't be too sad, sir, we all know that you have tried your best." The old lady who was drinking tea by the window before comforted her, holding a bag of baguettes in her arms.

"Hey," Di Renjie sighed lightly. Although he had seen too much life and death, it didn't mean he would be indifferent because of it.

"Have you notified the police?" He collected his mood and looked at everyone.

"There is a telephone in the bar, and the call has been made successfully just now." The voice of the female bartender Gelina was trembling, and it was obvious that her heart was extremely disturbed.

"The carriage is here," said little Stanford, panting, and ran through the door.

"Sorry, Little Stanford, I don't need it anymore." Sherlock stood up slowly and looked at the four female bartenders. "Excuse me, who can contact the person in charge of the bar."

"You don't need to contact me, I am the owner of the bar." To everyone's surprise, Galina, the female bartender, stood up.

"Are all the bar employees here?"

"Both...wait a minute, you two, did you see that kid Mark?" Angelina asked the two male waiters.

"About 20 minutes ago, he said he had an upset stomach and needed to go to the clinic."

When Angelina heard this, a feeling of uneasiness immediately lingered in her heart.

"Did he say which clinic he went to?" Di Renjie also looked at the two young men.

"I don't know either." The two who answered were obviously aware of something abnormal.

"The nearest clinic is Pillard General Practitioner's Clinic, about 10 minutes' walk." Angelina looked at Holmes and Di Renjie, "I can take you there."

"Okay, John, you and little Stanford wait here for a while..."

Bang, Holmes' words were interrupted by the door opening of two uninvited guests.

Everyone looked at the gate, and saw two middle-aged Slavic men, one fat and one thin, walking in.

"Excuse me, everyone, is this place still open...God, Dakley! What's wrong with you." Two Slavic men seemed to know the middle-aged businessman who was lying on the ground and passed away, and ran over nervously.

"Excuse me, do you know this gentleman?" Sherlock glanced at the two of them, while Di Renjie stayed behind. He didn't plan to reveal his ability to investigate cases for the time being. Firstly, he was unfamiliar with the place and didn't know how to deal with local officials. ; Second, I don't want to show the abnormalities set by John, so as not to reveal flaws.

"Yes, we are friends who do business together, sir, can you tell me what happened?"

"As you can see, this Mr. Duckley died of sudden poisoning a few minutes ago. We have notified the police and they will be here soon."

"Thank you. In addition, during this period, Dakley's relics have not been turned over, have they?"

"Of course, everyone is here." Sherlock nodded. Suddenly, he felt that this question was a bit wrong, so he asked again:
"Wait a minute, why..."

"No reason, sir."

Before Shylock finished speaking, the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his face, and the skinny Slavic man stared at him with a pistol.

"Everyone please raise your hands high, there is no misunderstanding, we just want to take one thing away from my 'partner'."

The thin Slav looked around at the crowd, while the fat Slav had already restrained his emotions and began to rummage through Dakley's body.

"We just called the police, don't..." Angelina said while stepping back.

"Thank you for the reminder, but the London police should not come as fast as my bullets, so I should have the final say here."

"God, don't you think this kind of encounter is a bit too exciting for an old lady?" The old lady holding a baguette choked.

"Boom!" The skinny Slav was too lazy to talk nonsense, and shot the wall directly to warn everyone.

So the four bar staff, the old gentleman, the old lady, and Di Renjie all raised their hands obediently.

This turn of events was somewhat beyond Di Renjie's expectations, but he had seen too many storms in his previous life, and even in such a dangerous situation, he quickly grasped a fleeting opportunity, after all, there was still a moment in his arms. Bring weapons that can fight back.

But the opportunity is rare, he can't act rashly, he needs to test it out first.

"So you poisoned Mr. Duckley to death?" Di Renjie pretended to be uneasy and asked.

"Of course not. We just wanted to take away a piece of luggage he was carrying, but we didn't intend to kill anyone." The skinny Slavic voice was threatening,

"But if you make any changes, in order to be able to complete it smoothly, we may have to let the bullets be stained with blood."

When Di Renjie heard this, he nodded secretly in his heart, but he didn't intend to show any more, because he believed that Mr. Sherlock beside him must have also noticed that opportunity.

"Gentlemen, if you didn't kill Duckley, who would it be?" Sherlock really noticed something.

The thin Slavs didn't respond, but continued to point their guns at everyone with a cold face.

"There's no response, it's unreasonable. Anyway, the murderer who killed Duckley is more important than us." Di Renjie thought secretly, "We still need to add fire."

"Gentlemen, although we don't know what you want, but before this Mr. Duckley was poisoned, there was a waiter named Mark in the restaurant who suddenly left with an excuse. It has been about 20 minutes since now." Di Renjie simulated Speak in a trembling tone.

This sentence really worked, and the thin Slav became a little anxious, so he turned his head and looked at the fat Slav who was still rummaging:
"Goya, haven't you found anything yet?"

The fat Slav named Goya shook his head, "Not yet, damn it, we're running out of time."

So the Thin Slavs looked at the crowd again,

"So, can any of you introduce the Mark who left?"

Everyone didn't reply immediately, and the two young waiters were obviously frightened.

"His name is Mark. He was recruited to work in the bar a week ago. He used to work as a porter in the dock area; more than 20 minutes ago, after making two cups of black coffee, he suddenly said he was not feeling well, so he left the bar to go to the clinic, and then went back to the hospital. I haven't come back." Seeing that the two waiters had obviously lost the courage to answer, Angelina, who is also the owner of the bar, could only bite the bullet and push forward.

"Are you sure it was a week ago?" The skinny Slav asked suspiciously. You must know that even the two people who had been following Duckley had only confirmed yesterday that Duckley might visit here.

"Of course, it's clearly written in the staff register at the bar."

Angelina's words made the Thin Slavs fall silent, as if he couldn't understand something, but what they didn't know was that Sherlock and Di Renjie, who were raising their hands, were also lost in thought.

"Alexander, I didn't find anything." Goya finally finished searching Dakley's body at this time, and looked at the skinny Slav.

"Damn it, prepare to evacuate." The skinny Slav called Alexander cursed, apparently he had realized that his mission was gradually developing into an unpredictable and complicated situation.

"One last quick question, which clinic did that Mark go to?"

"The nearest clinic is Pillard's general practitioner office, about 10 minutes' walk away." Sherlock replied.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. I hope that today's experience will not bring you psychological shadows. Fortunately, at least there are enough drinks here." Alexander looked at the crowd, and while holding his gun, he stepped back towards the gate.

Goya walked towards the door first.

"Herod," just as everyone thought that the matter was about to come to an end, horseshoes and crowing suddenly sounded outside the bar door.

Goya seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly took out a pistol from his arms.

Alexander also noticed the movement at the door, and slowly turned his attention away from everyone.

Di Renjie guessed that several police officers might have come outside the door, which might make the two gangsters choose to take the risk, but it might also create an opportunity.

He leaned forward slightly.

"Boom," the door of the bar was pushed open, and a policeman in a black police uniform entered first.

He didn't make any preparations for fighting, and thought he was just here to deal with a poisoning case.

Goya, who had been pointing the gun at the door, slowly increased the strength on his index finger.

"Who reported it... FUCK!"

"Oh!"

With a gunshot, Goya suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly turned the gun.

"Oh!"

There was another gunshot, and a blood hole appeared on Goya's arm holding the gun, and he fell backwards.

His eyes swayed with his body, he saw the guns flying out of his hands, the blood spilled into the air, and then he saw the ceiling, and then he felt his body fall heavily on the ground, and Alexander who fell in a pool of blood appeared in front of him:
"Damn it, I was raped."

He murmured, and at the last moment before unconsciousness, he bit the dentures that were hiding the poison.

"You guys, what on earth is going on..." The police officer hastily drew out his pistol and pointed at the crowd.

Di Renjie put away his beloved revolver, put it back in his waist, raised his hands calmly, and said to the police:
"Report the police officer, the gangster has been taken hostage."

(End of this chapter)