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Who is one of the most powerful men in the empire on which the sun never sets?

And who can make an equal deal with the Napoleon of crime?

And who can make the descendants of hereditary nobles disappear without a sound, but his parents dare not make a sound?

who are you? ...Will it be the one he guessed?

Sherlock Holmes stood quietly at the door of the banquet hall, and the bright light reflected by the crystal lamp reflected the brilliance of tonight to every corner here.It's night outside, but the lights here are brilliant. The precious and beautiful Damascus roses are styled in vases, and the layers of pure white drape are like the flawless mural background under the gorgeous lights.The restaurant where the crowds come and go looks like a reappearance of an oil painting at first glance, with exquisite long tables, snow-white tablecloths, crystal cups and silver tableware shining in the soft light.Cooked meat, fine wine, seafood, beauties... What a familiar picture, full of copper smell and noble style at the same time.

In fact, Sherlock Holmes rarely praised the host of the party in his heart, a well-arranged feast, impeccable and perfect, fully worthy of the status of "the most powerful man in Great Britain".

"What did you see, Mycroft?" Sherlock asked the people around him with an indescribable emotion.

His brother replied, "A group of distinguished men, and their wives, and a turkey on the table glistening with oil."

"...you know I've always hated going to the same places as you, don't you?"

"Of course, my brother. No one wants to travel with a smarter man."

"Thank you, Mycroft, for bringing me back from the palace to the world very successfully."

"In that case, why don't you come with me to congratulate the host of today's perfect dinner, Xiali?"

"I won't take your arm, don't you think about it."

Mycroft finally couldn't help laughing, he could see that the big detective was in such a good mood now that he even joked with him, oh, this is a big thing worth noting, mother knows I must be very happy, because the elder son and the second son will always have only one way of getting along - quarreling, and cynicism.And they belong to the same category.

"Look, our respected Prime Minister is standing there, the center of the crowd, the end of everyone's line of sight in the room. And his wife is right next to him, so noble and elegant, quiet and respectful, it is simply perfect Girlfriend."

"Indeed." Sherlock straightened his cuffs, lowered his eyes and said in a pleasant and lazy voice, "but if it wasn't her birthday party tonight, guess who would notice her, next to the Prime Minister woman?"

"And I'm afraid that even if it belongs to her tonight, people will still focus on the man she is holding."

As he walked towards the center of the crowd with him, McCroft greeted acquaintances passing by with a polite smile on his face, but said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You are very happy, my brother, I The guess is that after passing through tonight, your life will have a major turning point, isn't it?"

Holmes smiled exactly like him, "Shut up, Mike."

McGrawford took a glass of pale golden champagne from the passing servants, and then raised his glasses to the Prime Minister and the Prime Minister's wife who had seen the two of them and smiled, his tone became gentle and full of joy in an instant, "Blessings You, madam, you still look as beautiful as when I first saw you."

Holmes pouted, and nodded slightly when the Prime Minister looked over, "It's an honor to meet you, Prime Minister."

"I've heard of you, Sherlock Holmes." The prime minister's voice was low but full of spirit, his eyes were still as quiet as a winter stream in the brilliant lights, with a deep brilliance but no waves. Wu Lan, neither arrogant nor gentle, seems to be separated by the most suitable distance, safe and comfortable.

"Sherlock Holmes, London's number one detective, it is said that the tabloids and the people gave you the title." The Prime Minister seemed to be smiling, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes did not look old, which was more like an imprint of wisdom to him , another interpretation of experience.His voice was not aggressive, but when he uttered the first syllable, it seemed that the surrounding air was still for a moment, so that even the bright lights could not attract him, only the pair of stone-like hard eyes could be seen Stare at him.

"London's No. [-] Detective?" Holmes smiled. He was not overwhelmed by the other party's aura, and his eyes were extremely calm. "Competing for the ranking is a way for the weak to expose themselves. I am not a No. [-] Detective. I am just a consulting detective."

"Consulting detectives?" The Prime Minister chewed the word, seeming to find it quite novel. After a few seconds, he smiled slightly, and the coldness that had been accumulated for many years slowly stretched from his brows. The Prime Minister said, "I like your adventure stories very much. , very true and very interesting, and outside of the report, your own arrogance is no less than that of your brother."

Mycroft, who was lying on the gun, smiled nonchalantly, "Thank you for your appreciation, Your Excellency."

Sherlock Holmes' eyes finally shifted to tonight's protagonist. The Prime Minister's wife is still elegant, with the calm eyes and the elegance brought by her age, which are difficult for ordinary women.She was wearing a long red silk dress made of expensive fabrics, her hair was coiled up, and she was wearing a lace top hat. The smile on her lips seemed to be carefully measured, and the subtle wrinkles at the corners of her eyes did not affect her charming beauty in the slightest.

While McGrawford and the prime minister were talking, Sherlock Holmes stared at the quiet first lady. He seemed to think for a while before speaking in a low, slow tone——

"Have you ever heard of a glass butterfly, ma'am?"

The other party seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then his red lips moved slightly, and he said softly, "I've never heard of it, Mr. Holmes."

"It is a very beautiful butterfly, very beautiful. But unlike its kind, its wings are transparent, just like the glass of that window."

As if out of interest, Sherlock Holmes suddenly smiled and described to her vividly, "I saw it in a book, it came from Mexico and Panama, because its wings are transparent, which helps it has escaped the attention of many predators...beautiful and wonderful creature, so fragile and harmless by nature, and more cunning than any hunter...isn't it, ma'am?"

Madam showed a calm and cooperative smile, "It's a pity, I never had the chance to see it, as you said, it must be beautiful."

"Because they are too gorgeous, the creatures that prey on them often cannot tell whether they are poisonous or not, and those who have verified their toxicity... all die without exception." Holmes sighed softly, "I have always thought that they are too beautiful. Only those that are dangerous can be dangerous, but in fact, the unobtrusive can often deceive most predators... This is really a world full of magic."

Madam's face remained the same, she just smiled very gracefully, and echoed her praise, "Indeed, this world is full of possibilities."

When the Prime Minister turned his head, he only heard the last sentence, and he couldn't help but lower his head and ask his wife softly, "Maybe? What's possible?—"

"Your Excellency, since you like to read adventure stories, I happen to have a very, very wonderful story here. Are you interested in listening to it?" Sherlock Holmes suddenly changed the topic, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the woman's face finally froze. But immediately returned to normal.

"Story?" The Prime Minister's eyes turned around the two brothers. He seemed to understand their intentions, and he seemed to be still guessing. He just said in a low and calm voice, "You are wrong, Holmes. I don't I like stories, and I'm more inclined toward good facts."

Mycroft couldn't help but frowned, "Don't stay here, Sherlock."

On the contrary, the lady who has always maintained an elegant demeanor said at this time, "I am very interested in stories, you know, Robert...Mr. Holmes, if I change the time, I would be happy to share wonderful stories with you."

Feel confident... Holmes keenly read the message from the other party's smile.Indeed, he didn't have enough evidence to kill him with one blow, and her identity was far above his. Even if someone guessed the truth, who would believe it?

She was really smart, and very smart.Like a fragile and beautiful glass butterfly, shadowing the most powerful man in Britain, she's the perfect wallflower, not too flashy, and she's just as comfortable as she is... just right.

It's a pity that although she tried to erase all traces, she failed.She did it too coincidentally. After deceiving them for the first time, when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't help being too deliberate.This glass butterfly accidentally sprinkled her butterfly powder on her footprints, and was finally found, picked up and collected by interested people.

I'm about to catch you, Moriarty—Holmes adjusted his well-worn cravat, and a polite and slightly mysterious smile appeared on his deep-cut face, which made him look like The ghost slowly emerged from the mirror under the gorgeous light, and the deep anxiety and fear froze in the madam's suddenly constricted pupils. She heard the man on the opposite side speak to her in a relaxed and pleasant voice with impeccable tone and etiquette. Her husband said something——

"What if, unfortunately, this wonderful fact... is about the beautiful lady next to you?"

Holmes ignored his brother's helpless expression, looked directly into the Prime Minister's cold eyes, and smiled, "Now, can I take a step to speak, Your Excellency?"