big devil holmes

Chapter 164 and money and women
The smile on the face of the woman named Irene was very faint, but very charming, her beautiful eyes had a perfect arc, even if she looked at her eyes alone, she was almost comparable to Nightingale.

What's more, the just-right charm gave these eyes a little more allure that Miss Nightingale didn't possess, which can only be possessed by those who have experienced countless ups and downs in life, eyes that truly examine the world from a woman's perspective.

However, after responding with smiles from Sherlock and Catherine, the woman didn't come over, let alone start a topic. She just got up slowly and left the bar.

It seemed that the reason why she opened that priceless bottle of wine was that she really just felt that Catherine was in a rare good mood today.

Catherine watched Miss Irene leave.

And Sherlock was also silently looking at Irene's back.

It wasn't about being silent about the other party's wine, but about the fact that during the process of Irene's departure, a very tall and strong man slowly came out of the shadows, quietly followed behind her, and also walked out.

During these few steps, the man didn't say a word, even lowered his head slightly, and put on a somewhat humble posture. He looked like an ordinary big bodyguard, but the body hidden in his clothes gave Sherlock a sense of danger for a moment.

Moreover, Sherlock didn't notice him before the other party walked out of the shadows.

"Who is this Miss Irene Adler?" He couldn't help asking.

"A rich man," Catherine answered.

"Rich people?"

"Yes, it's a rich person, not a banker or a businessman, uh... maybe all of them, but so far no one knows what property she owns and how much money she has. She is very mysterious.

As for her public identity, she is the owner of this bar. "

"I see." Sherlock picked up the glass in front of him and carefully tasted the wine in the glass, but he didn't think it tasted good, so he said with a bit of regret: "Then she is showing her favor to you?"

Catherine thought for a while, then shook her head: "I don't know, I'm not that familiar with her, but I've met her a few times when I came here to eat, and the rest have nothing to do with each other. In fact, this is the first time we greet each other."

Speaking of this, Catherine suddenly realized something. She looked at Sherlock very seriously, even narrowed her eyes, and began to examine him seriously. After a few seconds, she finally spoke slowly:
"She won't be for you."

Outside the bar door, a carriage had already parked at unknown time.

Irene and the particularly burly bodyguard walked into the carriage, the driver lightly waved his whip, and the carriage began to move forward.

Sitting in the seat, Irene looked at her bodyguard's fists that were constantly clenched and opened, and smiled slightly: "Don't keep things in your heart, Godfrey, just ask if you want."

As soon as these words came out, the bodyguard called Godfrey seemed to have received some kind of amnesty, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately asked:

"Miss, that bottle of wine is your treasure. A few years ago, when the Minister of Finance of the Empire came to visit, you were not willing to open it. Today, because the old dean's daughter made an exception?"

Irene smiled even more prettily. Any man would fall for this kind of charming posture, but the burly man over 210 cm tall did not dare to have the slightest blasphemous heart.

"Of course it's not because of that little girl." Irene said: "It's because of the person opposite her. But I can't just walk over and say 'I want to make friends with you', that would be too abrupt, so I have to start from the perspective of that little girl."

Irene should be just over 30 years old. Maybe she is well maintained and looks younger than her actual age, but no matter what, she shouldn't be called Catherine little girl.

But when she said this title, she didn't feel that it was against her.

"That man?" Godfrey frowned, and several scar-like wrinkles appeared on his forehead: "Isn't that guy a private detective?"

"Yeah. But a private detective can be selected among so many people. He must have something extraordinary. Besides, didn't you see that the little girl from Darwin's family was in a good mood? She trusted that detective, not only because the other party also felt that her father was murdered, but more because she really felt that that man could really help her find the murderer."

Godfrey's brow softened a little, but not completely.

Because in his eyes, no matter how extraordinary that detective is, even if he can really find the murderer, he is still not worthy of the young lady's initiative.

"Hehe, of course there are other reasons." Irene could easily see what her bodyguard was thinking, so she continued:

"It's no secret that there was a plane crash in London some time ago, and Nightingale happened to be in London at that time, of course, it's not a secret either.

However, no one noticed. A person named Sherlock Holmes participated in the application for the cure candidate, but because the condition was not urgent enough, he was screened out.

Not to mention that no one noticed that at dusk that day, a call was made from a public telephone hall outside the London Medical Association. The number was from the Cathedral of Oakland, London.

This church is the main venue for the Day of Sacred Love.

And just behind the church, there is a small villa that was built together at that time. "

Godfrey listened to his young lady's words very seriously.

Although his whole body is just a muscular reckless man from any angle, but in fact, his mind is much more delicate than that of ordinary men, otherwise he would not be able to follow Irene.

So after hearing these words, he gradually realized something, but this idea was too surprising, which made him unable to speak for a long while.

Seeing that the other party had been silent, Irene turned her head and looked out the window. The lights in the night were like stars in the dark sky:
"Yeah, I know this conjecture is a bit unrealistic, after all, the other party is just a commoner, but if that guy named Sherlock really knows the Holy Son of the Holy See, then everything seems extraordinarily logical.

And haven't you noticed that after the "Day of Love" in London this year, no newspapers published related reports. Although it can be understood that it was "covered by the airship crash incident", it is impossible to be so clean.

So, something must have happened on the day of holy love.

Even, in the crash of the airship, there are some things that I don't dare to think about, and all these things have the shadow of this private detective.

And now that the old dean is dead, this guy just appeared in the School of Life Sciences, beside the dean's daughter.

Hehe, I can assure you, that bottle of wine is worth opening."

As Irene said, she still looked at the scenery outside the window, and kept smiling, but in that smile, there seemed to be a strange resentment gradually:
"However, I am afraid that this bottle of wine will not win too much favor with the detective. After all, I will have to make amends to him myself in a short time."

Godfrey didn't take that
In his eyes, the woman in front of him was almost the smartest woman in the world, so when the word 'apology' came out of her mouth, people would naturally feel that that guy called Sherlock was unworthy!
But then I thought again, just this afternoon, the transport airship that flew over from Redek Strait had already landed on the outskirts of the Academy of Life Sciences.

And that terrifying commander who was on the front line of Hell's Gate, whose name would scare people, is now on his way here.

Godfrey's mood improved a lot.

Because Commander Baskerville came this time to recover his contract demon, and his demon was an important 'evidence' for killing the old dean, the detective would definitely not let it be taken away casually.

In this case, there must be some intersection between the two people.

And according to Baskerville's bloodthirsty disposition.
That guy named Sherlock will definitely die directly by his hands
(End of this chapter)