Mr. Inspector

Compared with the messy scene in the prime minister's office, McCoff's office can be said to be spotlessly clean.After all, he has a considerable degree of cleanliness and can't stand a little bit of visual garbage.

At this time, he was talking on the phone with no expression on his face, without any ups and downs in his voice, and calmly arranged one order after another to continue.In his other hand, he held a black pen with great strength, and his fingertips pressed against the pen, making it look a little white.

Regarding the political incident that broke out in the early morning of this morning, he must deal with it as quickly as possible, and he must not let the direction of the matter deviate from what he expected.

The royal family's favorite Princess Susannah has been kidnapped and the Prime Minister has been threatened - the fallout has been dire.If the incident is further expanded, it is estimated that it will cause a political earthquake.

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The Prime Minister's Office has contacted McCoff through Secretary Anthea, but he knows that he cannot give the poor Prime Minister any answer yet.No matter how the public's emotions are fermenting now, it doesn't matter much. The important thing is not to let the manipulators behind the scenes notice it.

After making three phone calls, Mycroft paused.He thought for a while, opened the webpage of the computer in front of him, and roughly browsed the comments of netizens about the incident.

So far, it's not too bad.

He frowned lightly, but his expression didn't relax. "Too many people are paying attention..." He reached out and rubbed his temples, sighing in a low voice.

This is not a good thing. People's emotions are too easily guided by the media. No matter how much support they have now, there will be as much opposition in the future.

Now the media is overwhelmingly reporting on this not-so-glorious incident, making it difficult for the public not to pay attention...

Thinking of this, Mycroft slowly sat up straight and began to ponder.

According to the legal provisions of the British Empire, there is a clear boundary between the media and the government.Whether it is the power held by the ruling party represented by the prime minister or the dignity that the British royal family has retained for so many years, it has no deterrent effect on the group of people who rely on attention to make a living.

"No threat..." Mycroft murmured.

It is precisely because of this that the media reports unscrupulously today.He is aware of the relationship at this level, but he cannot ignore it.

The media possesses enormous power, and its power lies not in guiding people's way of thinking, but in guiding people's thinking content.This ability to "agenda-setting" is precisely what makes it rogue.

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Mycroft remembered discussing this issue when he had dinner with the inspector a few days ago.

I ate French food that night, and Mr. Inspector was a little disappointed in eating, and the steak on the fork dropped on the dinner plate several times.

Seeing his absence, Mycroft put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped his mouth with a tissue and asked, "What's wrong?"

If he didn't expect it, it should be the news about Scotland Yard that just came out at noon... Someone reported that some police officers in Scotland Yard deliberately allowed fugitives to escape while performing their duties.

really--

Hearing his inquiry, Mr. Inspector showed a resentful expression, and he didn't know how long he held it back.He put down the fork in his hand, and after considering his words, he said, "Why do some people always prefer to believe those untrue reports than us?"

Mycroft waited for him to continue.

Lestrade lived up to his expectations, and said: "Could it be that Scotland Yard's credibility is so low? After explaining it twice, no one tried to believe us... You see, there is no evidence, Still continuing to spread rumors on the Internet... I'm really so angry that I lose my appetite, being a policeman is really useless."

When Mycroft felt that he should finish speaking, Lestrade changed the subject and looked to his right hand side, "I need that bottle of chili powder, thank you."

"..." He reached out to pick up the seasoning bottle, but instead of handing it to him, Mycroft said, "What did you see?"

Lestrade looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and quickly replied: "Eat, seasoning bottle, something good to increase my appetite."

Mycroft looked at him and said, "These are things you see, superficially we all see. But there are some things you can't see—like where this bottle was made, where the paprika was made, the seasoning. The workers who handle the bottles as they are processed in the factory..."

He continued: "In the same way, news reports only provide limited information, and some information is hidden. Whether it is intentional or deliberate, this has interfered with the receiver of the information-I think You can understand that."

After hearing this, Lestrade thought for a while and concluded, "So, are those media jerks still?"

"Right." A smile appeared on Mycroft's face.

He handed over the seasoning bottle in his hand as a reward to Mr. Inspector.

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While Mycroft was still working on this matter in his office, Lestrade was already driving around the streets.

He just received the latest assignment from Scotland Yard, asking him to go to the field to investigate the road conditions when the incident happened last night.

Although that pathetic path had been studied thousands of times by people sent out by the Prime Minister's Office, Scotland Yard still didn't give up, or there was no other useful path.

Check it out, it's the princess of the royal family who has been kidnapped!Princess!It's not the usual incident of missing kittens and puppies... You can't let the people under you have nothing to do, right?

Therefore, our detective Mr. had to come to the scene of the crime to think about life again.Leaning back against his car, he lit a cigarette and slowly walked around.

The terrain is remote, and there are very few vehicles coming and going, and even a few wild pigeons flew over and parked on the roof to accompany him...

Last night, the vehicle that Princess Susannah was riding in was towed away, leaving only a few traces on the ground, and bloodstains left on the road can be vaguely seen, probably left by the princess's entourage fighting the kidnappers.

Apart from this, there are no other useful clues.

"Hell..." Lestrade took out the cigarette in his mouth, frowned and looked at this place, feeling that it was really boring for him to come here.Apart from witnessing the imprint left by the princess when she was kidnapped, what else can I find...

He thought about it, and really didn't want to waste any more time here, so he opened the door of the cab, turned on the engine and walked away.

After driving for a while, we returned to the center of London.He turned the steering wheel in his hand, and his heart moved.

The car turned a corner and drove towards Baker Street.

He parked the car in front of a certain detective's apartment, stepped forward and rang the doorbell a few times.

Hudson came to open the door. She was wearing a youthful floral dress, and she exuded a sense of energy.

She immediately recognized the identity of Lestrade's old acquaintance, and said with a smile: "Come to find Sherlock, sir, he is in the room, playing with his gadgets."

Lestrade greeted her with a smile, and then strode up to the second floor.

As soon as he walked up, he saw Sherlock standing in front of the table in the living room, looking at a huge album that occupied the entire table.Watson was sitting on the sofa beside him, flipping through a thick information book in his hand.

Hearing footsteps, Sherlock raised his head and saw Lestrade, "Hi, Mr. Inspector, is there any new case?"

Watson also raised his head and said hello, "Good afternoon, Lestrade."

Lestrade stepped forward and looked over, and found that what was spread out on the table was a map of Britain, which was more detailed than what he usually saw.

"What are you studying?" He couldn't help asking.

Sherlock said: "Britain's climate problem."

Lestrade held his breath in his throat, and it took him a long time to let it out slowly, "...Why are you researching this?"

"Oh, speaking of this——" Sherlock's tone added some irritable emotions, "London is getting more and more boring, there are no cases, no riots, are the prisoners just dawdling on vacation, my God ..."

Lestrade interrupted him, "Don't you know what happened today?" He asked incredulously.

A nationally sensational case, the royal princess Susannah was kidnapped, and the kidnappers asked the prime minister for a wonderful request... He originally thought that Sherlock had already started to solve the case, but he didn't expect to be here to study the British climate problem.

Watson accosted, "Yes, I saw the news that the princess was kidnapped this morning. To be honest, I was quite shocked."

"And then?" Lestrade asked.

Sherlock turned his gaze away from the map, "Oh... this case is different in nature from the past, and someone will solve it. Besides, I'm not interested in interfering in these political struggles."

"You said it was a political struggle...?" Lestrade grasped the key words at once, and fell into rare contemplation.

This case happened extremely strangely. The kidnapped was a member of the royal family, and the kidnapper's request involved the current prime minister. It was indeed not like an ordinary kidnapping case.

If it was a political case, Mycroft would certainly handle it.

"Is it all right?" Lestrade asked a little worried.

"If Mycroft can't solve it, then something will happen." Sherlock pondered and said, "But the unlucky one is the Prime Minister..."

Watson shook his head, somewhat sympathizing with the young Prime Minister.

Lestrade knew that he would not get any useful information if he stayed any longer, so he left here in a hurry and rushed back to Scotland Yard.

When he got back to the car, he received a message on his phone.

"There are clues of the princess, ready to rescue."

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