[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

He didn't, Mitchell just stood there, didn't take a step forward, "You can take me away, but don't treat me as a poor creature under your control, we can walk out peacefully Isn’t this door, it’s for the good of us all.”

Gregson has always been impatient, he yelled, "Don't even think about it, we will never compromise with you, you murderous maniac!"

"Even if I'm a real murderer, I'm a Danish citizen with full capacity until I'm judged by a formal court. Your behavior will greatly tarnish the image of Scotland Yard. I also I can have a lawyer outside to mediate for me. Sheriff, I am not threatening you at all. Even if I am tried, any bad behavior you do now will become an opportunity for you to leave Scotland Yard completely. For your future, I will Myself, we might as well take a step back and go to the police station together calmly, wouldn’t it be better.”

Mitchell put on his hat, and the exaggerated brim of the hat could barely see his face. He stretched out his leather-gloved hand. Lestrade regained his composure, walked forward, and handcuffed the handcuffs on , He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know, if the man standing in front of him really wanted to resist, the result would be tragic.

Mitchell raised it curiously and looked at the small thing in his hand. It was too fragile and must not be accidentally broken. "Inspector, do me a favor, can you cover me with a coat, I'm a decent person anyway, it's too much to be taken away by you like this..." His eyes just looked at him like this, motionless.

Lestrade just took a piece of clothing from a patrolman and put it on his handcuffs. He stood like this, no matter what, he was just an ordinary gentleman, and he couldn't see anything cruel. Woolen cloth.

He stood behind Mitchell and pushed, signaling him to leave as soon as possible, without moving.Mitchell looked back at Sherlock and smiled: "My friend, it seems that my prophecy has come true, we must temporarily separate now, my friend, if something unexpected happens to me, please don't be sad, Please remember, I am always with you. Also, please take good care of Eric, his body cannot withstand another blow, and you know how to help me."

After saying this, he straightened his back and walked out gracefully. No matter how big a conspiracy could send him to the most terrifying place, he couldn't bend his back. He is a man with principles, and this is The difference between them is also the reason why he can keep winning.He is waiting, waiting for the day when they will eat their own fruits, and one day those who yearn for power will be swallowed by power. At that time, he will be able to harvest many delicious...

They took him to the police station nervously, and after meeting the people above, he was sent directly to the torture room, the highest level.This more or less makes people feel a little unusual, this is not an ordinary process.Lestrade's head, which hadn't been used for a long time, began to work slowly. From the very beginning, the speed with which they dispatched the police was unusual. Scotland had almost never dispatched the police so quickly, and their arrest process was too smooth. a little.It went well, and he almost thought it was a complete conspiracy, but the evidence was very certain.

Mitchell was pushed into a torture room, and the surrounding area was firmly welded to death with steel, leaving only a small vent on the door without a trace of light. It was really a pretty good psychological tactic. He couldn't hear a sound, and he was the only one left in the whole world.Such an environment is the easiest to break his mind, but how could his life be defeated by a small mechanism.Mitchell closed his eyes with peace of mind and recharged his batteries. They will never disturb him tonight.

Lestrade has been paying attention to the people above. They are just circling around the periphery and are not going to interrogate Mitchell Bartley. He feels even more strange.He couldn't help walking over, and applied enthusiastically with the enthusiasm of a policeman: "Sir, I can participate in the interrogation of Mitchell Bartley's case. Calm criminal, I hope to use this case to improve my overall..."

He glanced at Lestrade with some doubts. A depressed man who can only rely on amateur detectives, what kind of threat can he pose? He nodded reluctantly, "Yes, you can participate in this case, but , you can only watch our interrogation as a bystander. Tonight, we locked him in a completely dark interrogation room. Water. Destroy him psychologically, and we will get twice the result with half the effort when we ask about the case tomorrow morning."

Lestrade was terrified, this was completely inconsistent with the normal interrogation process, especially since he was still a businessman with considerable wealth.I have to discuss it with Sherlock, he must know something inside.Today, we arrested Sherlock Holmes at his home, which means that there must be some kind of connection between him and Sherlock, either as a client of his, or even a friend of his.This matter began to be confusing. He thought the case was over, but now it seems that this has just begun.

Lestrade waited restlessly until it was time to get off work. Without hesitation, he jumped into the carriage and headed towards 221b Baker Street. At this moment, a well-decorated carriage had already stopped here, heralding a storm. It was coming soon, and he didn't care to think too much, he rushed up the stairs.

There were already two men sitting in the reception room, two handsome men.One was sitting and the other was standing. Seeing him coming up, Lestrade couldn't help shivering. He seemed to feel a cold wind blowing from hell, which made people feel frightened from the bottom of his heart, and his face was the same. , pale, without a trace of human breath, he couldn't help but move away from that weird one, and asked with a trace of apprehension: "Sherlock, why do you have guests here again? It's because you are always like this, all day long. Dealing with weird people, I almost got hijacked today!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp gaze flew to him, and the strange man sitting on the sofa said viciously: "Mitchell Bartley is not a weird person! In my opinion, he is more than the people in this city." Most people here are much more noble, and he will never do anything illegal. Hmph, Scotland Yard's actions are really eye-opening."

Sherlock touched his nose in embarrassment, and began to introduce: "This is Mr. Eric Scott, a close friend and relative of Mr. Mitchell Bartley. I think if you want to talk about This gentleman knows Mitchell's affairs and character best, and he is just a client of mine."

"The client?" Lestrade almost screamed, "How is it possible, do you really know who he is? He killed many innocent people and used their corpses for terrible experiments The devil! Sherlock, what is wrong with you to let him become your client, you will never recover. You know how many policemen in Scotland Yard are unfriendly to you, They expect you to make mistakes, and then they can justifiably..."

"Lestrade." Sherlock knocked on the table, "You must have found something when you came here, or they did something to make you dissatisfied. Tell me, what those stupid policemen are going to do again. "Watson kept staring at Sherlock, but he pretended not to know and kept talking.

Eric waved his hand and lost his patience, "I don't care what Mitchell told you, but I clearly understand that something went wrong from the moment he didn't take Clark out. I The truth must be known, Dr. Watson, and you and Mr. Sherlock Holmes should stop concealing it. I will know the truth sooner or later. If I have not established some facts, I cannot persuade Clark to sit here Yes, now is the time to be honest. Tell me, what happened?"

Sherlock glanced around the room, and Clark bowed his head in shame. He always thought he could stop Mr. Eric, but he failed in just one day, which made him suffer a lot.Sherlock still motioned to Lestrade to say first, "Okay, Lestrade, let's start with you, what those policemen want to do to Mitchell, I know you will have many ways to get what you want. The answer you want, I understand very well."

"They locked him in a sealed torture room without water and food. They wanted to break his will. I'm afraid he won't be able to rest or eat for the whole day tomorrow. This is their usual method. .Sherlock, you have to tell me what happened before I can decide whether to stand by your side." Lestrade was a little angry, Sherlock Holmes is a bastard, he always treats everyone as a Silly, you can't pry the extra stuff out of his mouth until the last moment.

Sherlock lowered his eyes and announced sadly, "This is unfortunate news. I am afraid that we can only rely on the five of us to fight the biggest unjust case in Britain so far. Yes, Mitchell Bartley is definitely not one of these cases. the murderer of the case."