Silent guardian

Regarding this case, Mycroft just gave Sherlock a photo with a time limit of five days.The rest didn't say anything, he didn't even go to see Sherlock, but sent someone to send him to Irene Adler's mansion.

"Is there really no need to prepare anything?" Watson asked.

"No need." Sherlock looked determined, "This is a game, they must have done enough homework to welcome me, and all I have to do is to satisfy their vanity a little bit, and then find the safe, Take the contents."

Sherlock reached out and pressed the doorbell, then straightened his skirt to avoid looking too rude.

"You've finally come to your senses."

"what?"

Watson smiled and didn't speak any more. Any words he said might touch his pain again, although the other party wouldn't show it.

At this time, a blonde girl opened the door and welcomed the two of them in without asking.

Kate poured hot tea for the two and said softly, "My master has been waiting for a long time."

Sherlock was puzzled, "As far as I know, Ms. Adler and I have never had an intersection."

"But you are very famous on the Internet," said the blond girl, "especially Dr. Watson's blog, which my master likes very much."

"Oh, thank you." Watson thanked happily after being praised by such a beauty.

"My name is Kate." The blonde seemed to be very interested in Watson, her eyes flicked to Watson's sleeve, "Would you like to go to the bathroom, I don't think you will be like my master who sees you looking disheveled .”

Watson frowned, and was interrupted by Sherlock before he could utter the words of refusal.

"Yes, he does."

Watson was pushed by Sherlock, understood immediately, and followed Kate out.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain, although it is a bit far-fetched.

Sherlock stood up and glanced around, not letting go of any doubts.

At this time, a voice came from the door.

"What did you see, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

It was a woman with no clothes on her body, like a blank sheet of paper, completely presented in front of Sherlock.

This was the first time Irene Adler met Sherlock. She chose such an ingenious way. She wanted to know that this detective was really as smart and rational as the legend said.

Sherlock froze for a moment, but quickly realized.

"I saw some, not many."

Irene walked in front of him with a calm expression, touched his cheek with her hand, and said with a chuckle, "Look, this sharp outline, if I slap it across, it will cut my hand."

Sherlock's eyes glanced at her without a trace of gratitude, and said softly, "Your way of meeting is really ingenious."

"Yes." Irene took this as a compliment, and she laughed, "But, it doesn't seem to have a big impact on you, let me think about it, you must be hurting someone, after all, Hasn't it been the past two months?"

Sherlock twitched his eyebrows, and a flash of pain flashed through those calm eyes like lightning.

"Finally got a little reaction." Irene sat down beside him, not caring whether she was in an awkward situation, she leaned close to Sherlock's ear, and breathed softly, "Now, are you ready to alright."

"What?" Sherlock asked calmly, staring at the mirror on the opposite wall.

Irene's hand was already attached to his chest, "Get ready to deal with me."

Her hand had already penetrated into the suit, and she could touch the smooth skin with a further step, but at this moment, a hand grabbed her.

"There are many ways to deal with you." Sherlock grinned, and the smile lasted for a third of a second. Then he stood up, took the coat aside and threw it on Irene.

There was a flash of surprise in Irene's eyes, but she still put on her coat calmly, because she knew that if Sherlock was unwilling, no one in this world could force him.

"So, what was that case like?" Irene put on a curious look, "It is said that Moriarty originally installed explosives on it that were strong enough to blow up a building, and the train was blocked at the time. It is moving at 521 kilometers per hour, there are only three of you inside, Moriarty and your dancer were killed in the explosion, and why did you escape?"

"It's 531 kilometers." Sherlock corrected, "You obviously haven't done enough homework." His eyes were still wandering around the room.

Erin raised her eyebrows, "Okay, 531 kilometers, and then?"

"And then I wondered where the pictures were."

"You can't find it." Irene said confidently, "Instead of running around like a headless chicken, it's better to come and have a chat."

Sherlock clasped his hands together, rubbed his palms together vigorously, and took a breath.

"The three of us are locked together, surrounded by iron walls. It is impossible for Moriarty to bury the explosives in the same place waiting for us to dismantle them, so the explosives are scattered in each section of the car, and the German EMS has been activated. We only had 5 minutes, Moriarty abolished all controls that would stop the train, we could neither stop the bomb nor stop the train, so the picture must be in this room."

Erin was startled, "How do you know?"

Sherlock glanced at her, "It seems to be true, thank you."

Irene, who was put together, didn't panic, but admired this quick-thinking detective even more.

"But as far as I know, Moriarty's target is you, and your dancer was a wanted criminal before you met with Moriarty."

"She's not a wanted criminal!" Sherlock emphasized.

Irene laughed again, "Then what kind of person is she?"

"Foresight, the most amazing thing about her is her foresight." Sherlock's eyes seemed to be covered with a soft light, covering the originally daunting indifference, "She likes to control the overall situation, likes to plan ahead, and more She is good at adapting, she seems to be able to foresee many things, and she will be fully prepared before it happens."

"But she didn't foresee her own death." Irene hit Sherlock relentlessly, "If she could have foreseen the final battle between you and Moriarty, it would definitely not end like this."

Sherlock froze, James' cruel smile rang out again.

[Have you ever had heartache?

Has your heart been dug out and fried in a frying pan?

Has your heart been roasted over coals?

Has your heart ever been put back after experiencing all this?

Haven't you?I've been through it, Maura has been through it, and now it's up to you. 】

He closed his eyes, trying to suppress these damn emotions, now is the critical time, the brain can't be used to think about these, even if you are sad, you should leave it to the night.

"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly came from outside the door. Irene was startled, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the decorative mirror on the wall. Sherlock, who had been paying attention to her movements, immediately understood the hidden message.

"Thank you, danger can expose what we care about most." Sherlock smiled sadly, "Like me." He walked to the mirror, groped for a while at the hollow base, pressed a button, and the mirror Automatically swipes upwards to reveal a wall-mounted electronic combination safe.

Before he could take a closer look at the button being touched, the half-closed door was kicked open, and Hua came in panting, with a nervous expression on his face.

"The robbers are coming."

Sherlock glanced at Watson and ordered, "Go block it, it will be fine in a minute."

Watson gave him a helpless look, then rushed out.

Irene was puzzled, "Are you so relieved of him?"

"It doesn't matter, those are here for the photos, at most they just stun him, they won't kill him." Sherlock continued, "Wildens safe, designed by Sosie Crews three months ago , and then died in Düsseldorf, it should have been written by you."

Irene didn't say a word. There is no impenetrable wall in this world. As long as you do it, others will know it.

"It's very smart. You wear gloves when you press the keys, and you don't forget to oil them. 3 is the most pressed, and 8 has not been touched. Obviously it's not your birthday, because you are born in the [-]s. No offense intended." Sherlock thought hard.

"Actually, I've already told you." Irene smiled, "Think about it."

Irene Adler is undoubtedly a smart woman, she knows how to protect herself, and even more how to cherish herself.

In that way, the code wouldn't be a code at all, because it was with her, and she had told Sherlock the first time he saw her.

Sherlock pondered for a moment, then pressed the code, and then heard the sound of unlocking.

At this time, Irene said, "I advise you not to open it, if something shoots out of it and hurts you, I can't bear the responsibility."

Sherlock glanced at her, then pulled open the safe.

Irene had squatted down as fast as she could, she didn't want to be shot into a hornet's nest, she took a breath, angry at Sherlock's recklessness.

Quiet, unbelievably quiet.

There was no gunfire, and the sniper rifle she installed in the safe did not ring.

"what happened?"

Sherlock stood there motionless, his eyes sharp as if a bomb had been placed in a safe.

Of course there was no bomb in the safe, there was just a rose, white, blooming like day.

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