what do you think sherlock

Chapter 52 Evidence Search
"Patter,"

Watching the backs of Di Renjie and Sherlock leaving, the pocket watch in McCoff's hand was opened again, and Francis' head was exposed halfway, looking at McCoff:

"You look a little too tired, Mycroft."

"Really?" Mycroft adjusted a little: "It seems that I have adjusted to the best condition."

"The best state? Why can't I understand."

"I'm going to see His Excellency the Secretary of State in a moment." Mycroft shrugged.

Francis understood the implication of Mycroft, rolled his eyes, and then changed the subject:

"Mycroft, haven't you planned to guide Sherlock into the extraordinary?

"I heard that some time ago, Charles also meant to help him step into the extraordinary."

"Ah," Mycroft said with a complicated expression, "I'm very troubled by this, sir.

"Sherlock's talent is extraordinary, but his character, I'm not sure if it's a good thing to introduce him to extraordinary."

Francis shook his head, his eyes were clearly drawn with a paintbrush, but he revealed a helpless look:

"I think you're being too hard on Sherlock, Mycroft, and you need to treat him more fairly.

"You always look at him with the eyes of a child, with the eyes of an older brother, thinking that he is a child who can't grow up, always worrying that he will cause a big disaster one day, but Mycroft, Sherlock is already A mature and intelligent adult."

Hearing this, Mycroft fell into deep thought.

After a while, he said slowly:

"You're right, I shouldn't block his way, but I still can't pass the test in my heart, maybe I should find a more suitable guide for him."

"It's great that you can figure it out, but who are you going to ask to help him lead the way?" Francis applauded.

yes?who?
Mycroft's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the pocket watch.

*
"Superintendent Lestrade, we meet again." Di Renjie reached out his hand and shook Lestrade, and returned the cryptex silently.

"Mr. Emon, this is our first meeting. I hope we can cooperate happily." After shaking hands with Lestrade, Di Renjie turned to Emon.

Amon's personality is the same as his appearance, very sunny: "I also ask the two gentlemen to give me more advice. If there is any need for assistance, please tell me."

Sherlock introduced himself coolly and then it was over, but I have to say, this is really Sherlock.

In this way, after a brief meeting, the four of them walked into the basement.

"An iron rod," both Sherlock and Di Renjie noticed this detail immediately.

Sherlock squatted down and gestured between the iron rod and the door.

"This is the iron rod that the thieves used to hold the door. According to our speculation, they used this to prevent the people in the basement from escaping in time, and thus gradually fell unconscious under the effect of anesthetic gas." Lestrade explained.

"Other than that?" Sherlock asked.

"Huh?" Lestrade was a little dazed when asked. He didn't know if he had missed something, so he said with a faint look in his eyes, "Other than that... I don't think there should be anything else?"

Di Renjie compared the iron rod with the door, and the position where the iron rod can be stuck outside the door, and he probably knew what Sherlock wanted to ask.

"Too precise," Sherlock asked himself when he knew that Lestrade couldn't answer. Anyway, he did this kind of thing often, and he was very used to it:

"The length of this iron rod is so precise that it seems to have been measured against the door frame, but it is not an accessory of the door itself. Judging from the grain and casting traces, it should be measured and cut recently; this shows that, This group of thieves must have made very precise measurements before taking action."

"From the time the crown was decided to be exhibited here to the time the crown was escorted here, how long has it been? How many people know the accurate news?" Di Renjie looked at Lestrade.

"Probably...about four or five days?" Lestrade said with some uncertainty.

"Four days," Eamon gave an accurate answer, "This entire process, from the Royal Secretariat's proposal, to the cabinet's approval, and then to Scotland Yard and the museum being responsible for the final execution, has gone through a total of four days; the initial news was given by His Excellency Gladstone disclosed it to the public, so people from all walks of life should be able to guess that the crown will be exhibited in the British Museum, but the only ones who can know the specific location of the exhibition hall are the handlers in the process I mentioned above; but the problem is , even if we reduce the scope to this point, the number of people is still quite a lot.”

Di Renjie nodded. Amon's words revealed a carelessness that did not match his appearance. Should he really be worthy of being an assistant to McCoff?
"Go in and have a look." Sherlock said.

The structure of the basement is very simple. There was originally a booth in the middle, but at this time the booth has been lifted to the upper floor by the metal components, so only the metal components themselves can be seen here.

The ground was empty, and the police used chalk on the ground to outline the positions and postures of Superintendent Gu Luo and a group of guards who fell to the ground.

There are also two compressed tanks for the release of anesthetic gases.

The four walls had several ventilation ducts from which Mycroft had previously torn the insulation that kept the anesthesia gases from escaping.

"How are the police officers doing now?" Sherlock squatted on the ground first, and began to observe the positions where several people fell to the ground.

"I have gradually woken up, and I am currently taking notes. In about half an hour, we will be able to pass the content over the phone." Lestrade replied.

"Can you transport them here?" Sherlock obviously can't accept such things as transcripts, because in the process of detective inquiry, he can catch some seemingly ordinary details that actually imply clues, but such information is easily misunderstood by mediocre people. neglect.

"Is that okay..." Lestrade hesitated.

"If you think it is necessary, we will try our best to do it. Even Mr. Superintendent must have made such a mistake, and he is not in the mood to recuperate in the hospital." Emon once again did what Lestrade could not do This made Di Renjie and Sherlock look at him more.

Di Renjie was keenly aware that the young man in front of him was the one among the four who really had the power to command the official power.

"Then as soon as possible, thank you." Di Renjie nodded to Eamon, and at the same time looked at Lestrade: "I heard that you were the first to discover the thief."

"Yes, in the men's bathroom, I saw their flashing figures and the clothes they left behind."

Sherlock had already checked the ground and ventilation ducts at this time, so he turned to Lestrade and said, "Then take us to have a look."

(End of this chapter)