dhibooks Chapter 8 Act.08
Chapter 8 Act.08
Act.08
No matter how Charles got out of that situation, their first priority was to find him.
Mycroft used his own network to secretly search for all the movements of the man named Alexander Tumnus, including entry and exit records, bank funds, and medical records. Of course, it is impossible for Charles to only have that false identity, but it is better than nothing. .Sherlock asked his subordinates to continue to create the illusion that he was still searching for FDR traces: he strengthened the monitoring of FDR's family members, monitored all calls from abroad, and sent additional manpower abroad to search secretly.
"Haven't you ever thought that your little agent has sneaked back to the country?" Rocky was wearing a black thick trench coat, smoking a cigarette in a dark corner with his lips pursed, and Sherlock walked over and smoked a cigarette. With a cigarette in his mouth, he approached Loki, and lit his own with Loki's cigarette.
"Of course it's impossible. I know where he is, but I can't reach him." Sherlock took a breath and slowly exhaled. He looked at the long white smoke and said lightly.
Loki tilted his head and curled his lips noncommittally, "Oh, show it to Sullivan? You have learned everything about your brother's tricks."
Sherlock glared at him, "He is in the hands of the Russians, not to mention Sullivan, no one has anything to do with it. Now we can only deploy defense mechanisms around him to prevent him from contacting other countries."
"It's really interesting." After speaking, Loki threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out, and left humming a little tune.
"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down."
Charles was startled suddenly, staring at Loki's leaving back.The nursery rhyme that Loki hummed unintentionally was deliberately released by Mycroft to cover up the ambient sound of his position when he called him that day.
His work phone was tapped by Loki.
……
Loki was humming a ditty, and he was in a rare good mood. Ever since that bastard Eric destroyed his Hungarian intelligence network, he hadn't slept well for a month, but fortunately, his previous work of instigating rebellion suddenly came to an end recently. According to the feedback, the Russian Cultural Counselor in the UK has been bought by him. This is undoubtedly good news. With the secret cooperation of the Cultural Counselor, even if the Hungarian intelligence network is slower to recover and the Hong Kong operation failed, these are not considered What's up.But he didn't want to tell Pete the good news as soon as he took the stage, to earn a reputation for Pete?He's crazy to do that.
So he applied for special funding and set up another meeting place - in a more private, his property - and although Pete and his superiors had some complaints about the limits and use of funds, what else could they do Woolen cloth?
"What would you do without me? Myfairlady." Loki walked across the office area with a smile, and brushed the cheek of a female clerk, causing the female clerk's face to turn red like an apple.
Sherlock watched from a distance, and then followed Loki out of the circus.
No one but Loki knows where he set the meeting point.
At this moment, Sherlock's cell phone rang.
The Woman.
"Miss Adler."
"Mr. Holmes, you said you would dine with me. Have you forgotten?"
"No." Sherlock stared at Loki's back, watching him turn into a narrow alley.
"Well, come and pick me up at 6:[-] tonight."
"can."
Sherlock put away the phone, stood where he was, waited for a while, and then walked towards the alley.
"Tsk, your tracking skills are really bad." Loki leaned against the wall, waiting for Sherlock
"I didn't try to hide it."
"Whatever you say, but don't follow me!"
***
Evening, Bond Street.
"Lauffison likes to be lively." Irene Adler wiped her lips gracefully.
"Huh?" Sherlock returned to his senses.
Erin smiled slightly, "I'm going to the bathroom."
Sherlock stood up to pay tribute, Erin took out her lipstick, but pushed her makeup bag towards Sherlock, "I'll go back as soon as I go."
Sherlock sat down and saw several photos stacked in Erin's makeup bag.
Sherlock glanced at Irene's figure, just as she also glanced at him around the corner, smiled at him, and turned into the bathroom.
The first one is the Red Square military parade on the Victory Day of the last Soviet Patriotic War in 1990. Since then, the Soviet Union has ceased, and the military parade has also stopped.
The second, a close-up of a man, appears to zoom in on one of the parade squares.
The third picture is still the same man, but after more than 10 years, it has become a bit vicissitudes.He was accompanying the Russian ambassador to the UK to meet the British Prime Minister.
Sherlock had met him, Yulian Medelev, the Cultural and Educational Press Counselor at the Russian Embassy.
Obviously, he is not an ordinary civilian, he has military experience.
As smart as Sherlock, he naturally thinks of the Loki mentioned before Irene got up. Could this be the Russian personnel he instigated?
Or, did this former officer come to connect with the inner ghost?
Put the photo back, and Eileen also came back to sit down.
"The days of those days are gone forever." Irene was a little sad, looking at the dim street lights across the street, she became more and more lonely in the thick fog.
Sherlock followed Irene's gaze. There was a black Rolls Royce parked under the streetlight. Rocky stepped down from it, looked around, and entered the opposite apartment.
Sherlock looked clearly at the beautiful and intelligent woman in front of him - the Circus' first intelligence queen, Irene Adler.
At this time, Irene took out a few more photos from her handbag and handed them to Sherlock with a smile, "Look, how handsome the boss was."
The next picture shows Charles and Eric sitting side by side on a bench, Charles smiling shyly, and Eric sitting upright.
The third is a photo of Sherlock and Mycroft in front of the Whitehall when they entered the Circus. The two stared majestically ahead, and the camera recorded their similar profiles.
"I quit."
Sherlock nodded, "I heard that you married someone who loves you."
Irene put her hand on the back of Sherlock's hand, "Don't come to me again, I don't want to hear it," she paused, and pointed to the photos with her chin, "Anything that will negatively affect my good memories of the past."
Then Irene got up, Sherlock put on her snow-white fox fur for her, and the two walked on the street, Sherlock kissed the back of Irene's hand lightly, and watched her go.
That year, they were all young and frivolous and high-spirited; that year, Charles was still the leader of the operation team, Loki was his deputy team leader, and he often fought with Mycroft's team, and Eric was on the sidelines acting as a peacemaker , Pete has been nestling at the computer, and occasionally said some calm sarcastic remarks; Sherlock and Irene sat under the plane tree and imagined how to conquer the world with extraordinary wisdom, and then fell asleep with their heads leaning against each other.
Sherlock looked at the black and white group photo of all the members in his hand, and it turned out that each of them had changed.
Sherlock lit a cigarette, lit the photo, watched it blow away in the wind before it burned to ashes, then wrapped his scarf around him, turned up the collar of his trench coat, and turned to leave.
***
"Eileen Adler is in charge of the background checks of Rocky's connections, and apparently she's finding things she doesn't want to see."
"Yes, Loki is involved with the Russian military, but there is still no evidence to say that he is an insider. I need to go into that apartment. How is yours?" Sherlock folded his hands on his chin and nestled on the sofa.
"A country schoolteacher named Tom Lefroy has been targeted."
"Tom Lefroy? Well, what a silly romantic name. Where is he? Steventon, Jane Austen's hometown?"
Looking at Mycroft's face, Sherlock knew he had guessed right, "Do you want to bring him back?"
"I'll go there myself, Loki, you have to be careful."
"understood."
Rocky didn't trust the Cultural Counselor, but he had no choice but to blame damn Eric.
The information he gave to the cultural counselor was true or false, and he believed that the Russian guy was the same, so he continued to analyze.After locking the connection room, Loki turned and left.
Sherlock sneaked in and found that there was nothing in the room, only a coffee table and two chairs, without any usable clues at all.
Sherlock glanced at the soot on the ground, Loki's, and two others, wait, two?Sherlock lowered his knees, half-kneeled on the ground, rubbed a little with his fingertips, put it in front of his eyes and observed carefully, then smelled and licked.
One is Russian cigars, the other is Dunhill King Size, Mycroft's favorite brand, Mycroft?
But then Lestrade took the brand too, Lestrade?
No, who else?
Eric Lanshere!
Why is he here?
Sherlock can see Loki smirking and threatening the Cultural Counselor's cousin's affair with a Chechen female terrorist during the Beslan hostage incident in the Russian Republic of North Ossetia on September 2004, 9; see also When the Cultural Counselor executed his cousin privately in order to protect himself, the double guilt haunted him and made him walk around the room anxiously, and finally collapsed on the sofa, and Loki was like a cat. The falcon, which had been circling for a long time, swooped down at the right moment.He lit a cigarette for himself, then took out a box of Russian-made cigars and handed it to the cultural counselor...
But Sherlock couldn't figure out why Eric Lanshere was here.
Time is running out, and Loki may come back at any time. Sherlock can only install bugs under the wooden floor of this apartment, because it is really too open, and there is no place to put a camera.
On the second day, Rocky angrily broke into the conference room where the meeting was taking place, glaring at Pete.
"Which of you has been in my apartment in Bond Street?"
Pete waved the rest of the staff out, leaving only Sherlock and Eric, "Rocky, calm down, your apartment is of great importance, I must thoroughly check its reliability."
"That's you?" Loki gritted his teeth and looked at Pete, who leaned against the wall with his hips akimbo and made no excuses.
Sherlock glanced at Eric, who was still leaning back in the chair expressionlessly.
All three appeared to have met the cultural counselor.Who is the traitor?
***
Steventon, 1796, 20-year-old Austin meets Lefroy at the wrong time.
Who did Charles meet at the wrong time 2 months ago?
Mycroft was walking on the muddy country road with a small black umbrella, out of the fog, but into the dark clouds, the patter of winter rain was annoying.
It was more humid here than in London, and Mycroft couldn't help worrying about Charles, thinking of his leg injury.
He was one of the few people who knew the truth about Charles' retreat to the logistics department. He also vaguely felt that the relationship between Charles and Eric had become a bit delicate since then. He also heard that Eric hid alone after Charles was killed. Crying in the office, he didn't look like he made decisive decisions in front of others.
Would he not be glad to know that Charles was not dead?
In the distance, Mr. Lefroy's house that the children had described for him appeared—a low wooden house built on the top of the hill—the shepherd's temporary house, which is now Charles' residence.
Charles wasn't surprised by Mycroft's presence, but moved sideways to let Mycroft in. For Mycroft's stature, the low room lived up to its name.
"black tea?"
"it is good."
"Hmm, there's nothing you can do if it's not good, there's nothing but tea, no wine, no coffee."
Mycroft noticed a large pile of painkillers on the coffee table next to Charles' sofa.
Charles was holding the teapot and sitting on the sofa opposite Mycroft, "I guess you must have followed the money to find me. But I have to make this place warmer, don't I?"
Mycroft nodded and looked at the burning fireplace. Shepherds would not come to this kind of place in winter, so the fireplace must have been added by Charles.
"However, it's been a few days later than I expected. You haven't resumed your job yet?" Charles picked up a sugar cube and asked Mycroft if he needed it. Mycroft shook his head.
"Oh, what a pity." Charles tilted his head and curled his lips, and put the cube of sugar into his cup, not knowing whether the sentence was meant to Mycroft or the cube of sugar.
Maybe both.