"You... What do you mean?" Andre couldn't believe his ears, he pretended not to hear clearly, and dazedly wanted the superficial Englishwoman in front of him to repeat what she had just said. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Now you still have a chance to give up, at least there is no threat to your life, dear Lord Andrew," Sherlock elegantly sipped the black tea, which Andre had arranged for his subordinates to prepare when he heard that she was coming, "This is not a threat, nor is it a joke. You know... I've come all the way here for more than just sightseeing, and if my countrymen knew that I was sitting and talking with you like this, I would have to be expelled from that land. So, I say it again - please stop your stupidity, you don't even know who you're working with, and that person will bring you nothing but destruction. ”

If it were a different person, even if the king of Italy was there in person, he would only scoff at it, but the person in front of him made him have to consider this seemingly unreasonable proposal a little seriously. As the detective said, she didn't have to come all the way here to tell herself to stop, unless it involved some 'bottom line' of the detective himself. But Andre, as the leader of the cash Italian mafia, could not directly follow Shylock's proposal to withdraw the Roman 'slaves' sold to the British, and he needed a reason.

When he had finished thinking, the man lifted his glass, sniffed the aroma of wine, and pondered how to speak. Sherlock Holmes, her name is not inferior to the Italian mafia itself, it can be said that she is more famous than himself as the leader of the mafia, favored by everyone, is a British star, he thinks that no one can replace him to lead the mafia to this point, but he still feels that he is not as good as this girl who has become a legend in just a few years since he started as a detective. After all these years, he has not received any condemnation of the "messenger of justice" on the other side.

What was the reason for her admonition to renounce her cooperation with "that organization"?

“... What else are you hiding from me, Miss Holmes," said Andrew, taking a sip of his wine, "and if it's just a superficial thing, I don't think I'm worth it for you to be there." We are honest and trustworthy, and at least in this respect, we are much better than the royals who talk a lot of empty words. ”

"It's no secret, you should have heard some wind," Sherlock rolled his eyes, "as far as I know, Germany has formed a loose alliance with your government, and they are ready to ... Or maybe it's an unprecedented battle at some point in the future. ”

"It's... What about the source of the news?" andré suppressed the panic in his heart, he knew very well what war meant.

"The Skull and Bones Society, MI6, the Hunter Department, you can find some signs in any organization you can think of," Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "By the way, let's talk about the guy who does business with you, although you don't care, but the person you are trading with is the British Scarr Company that has been in a big deal lately." It won't take long for their human experiments to come to light, and at that time, will you really face the joint suppression of other countries, will you still be as beautiful as you are now?"

I don't know? No, Andre knows very well who he is trading with, he is ready to quit when the situation is not good, the problem in Romania is not a day or two, and it is rare for those children who don't know where they will die after tonight to have this kind of opportunity. In the vicinity of Romania, there are even nobles from some countries who go to Romania to adopt children and return to their own land to carry out inhumane torture. Now to end this business, Andre is still a little hesitant, but he can't destroy the 'empire' he has worked so hard to build.

Andre was silent for a long time before he nodded peacefully.

"No problem, I'll notify that side to terminate the operation as soon as possible. Have more questions?"

"There's one more—" Sherlock frowned slightly, and she made a sullen expression, "... Recently, someone may come to you to find your trouble. ”

"Hey, Holmes, that kind of person every day," André smirked dismissively, "but no one ever makes it out alive, who is that person?"

"Dio Connor. ”

"Names you've never heard of," Andre pulled out his cigar from his jacket pocket and pulled out his lighter, "is that the one who's been famous lately?"

"She's a sensitive identity now, and few people know her identity, not even the British government itself," Sherlock lowered his deer hunting hat, a "planned" expression appeared on his face under the shadow, "but she also has an unknown identity, maybe even she doesn't know about herself, and I think you'll be interested." ”

"Oh?"

"The granddaughter of the former leader of the Manchester Gang. ”

Andrey's fiery fingers stiffened, and he slowly raised his head and stared at Sherlock as if the person in front of him was his enemy.

"It's the daughter of an illegitimate daughter and a gangster outside, but... Mother doubts," Sherlock scratched the rim of his teacup, "but don't underestimate it..."

"I see," Andre squinted, and the man in the white suit sneered, "she doesn't want to leave Italy alive, it's not too early, Miss Holmes, let's meet again another day." ”

"Of course, at any time. ”

Sherlock nodded nonchalantly, and then left in the company of his subordinates.

The Sicilian moon was intoxicating, and as she left Andrei's mansion, she looked up at the stars, her head perfectly awake on the slightly cold day. Countless possibilities flashed through her mind, and she reached for her pipe, tapping her index finger against the side of the heather.

"Is it over?" Watson rolled down the window from his car, "it's horrible, this house is full of surveillance." ”

"Of course, no one lives more than the powerful," Sherlock chuckled, "fear will always be with them, and the more they have, the more they will lose." As power, money, and lust swell, so does the invisible fear that grabs their throat and makes them pursue these things more and more in order to forget their fears - unless they already have everything. This is the original sin called desire/desire, and this vicious cycle will never stop until death comes. Dio knows the nature of human nature better than I do, and I'm just taking advantage of it a little. ”

Even if André knew his purpose, he would have resolutely waged war against that 'unfamous' villain. As for the outcome, it was not something that Sherlock could grasp, Dior's actions were too unpredictable, and her purpose was even more elusive, perhaps she did not come to André on a whim, or perhaps she had no interest in this place at all, and did not even want to set foot on this land. No matter how smart she was, she couldn't have imagined what that freewheeling guy would do, but with a little guidance, she would act just as Sherlock thought.

That's right, as long as Andre makes the first move... Dior will inevitably fight back. A tooth for a tooth, a hundred times the return, Dior is not a guy who is willing to be bullied. It would be great if André could be eliminated by the hand of Dior, everything would be resolved, and after the loss of this leader, the Italian mafia would surely fall into chaos for a while, and the Sicilian moon would be stained with blood. At that time, Italy will also have chaos caused by the lack of a leader of the domestic mafia, and the coming war can be postponed to a certain extent.

That's right, what she had to do was to make the war as small as possible. She is ready to give up her identity as a detective, or even her own life.

"I'm sorry for you, Watson, and I want you to come to these places with me. Sherlock got into the car and lit a cigarette.

"How," Watson said, starting the car, "it's my honor to meet you in this life." ”

"It's a coincidence, I think so too, it's just that you should go back, the trip is over, Merry may have returned, you have to spend more time with her, I think she has always been hostile to me. ”

“... What about you?" Watson thought he had asked a very stupid question.

Sherlock closed her eyes, she didn't answer.

“... I understand. Watson nodded.

Withdrawn, likes to tease others, and although she seems calm and unapproachable on weekdays, she, like Dior, is conceited to the point of almost arrogance. In the police station in London, most of the police officers, except for the sergeant, did not like the detective on the grounds that the detective often teased the officers, but she had no interest in fame, allowing the sheriff to take her achievements for himself.

She's not as weak as she seems.

"Next, it's my own battle," she said, opening her eyes and firmly, "if I can do this, then my life will be the highest I can ever hope for, and I am willing to end my life for it." If my life is about to come to an end, I can see death with a clear conscience. Because of my existence, 100,000, if not millions, have been saved, maybe no one cares, but I am satisfied. I believe that I never thought I had used this head of mine in the wrong place. ”