Sherlock Holmes

That guy Watson is a person who has a very high pursuit of beauty. If he were here now, he would definitely be full of praise for Miss Irene Adler's taste.

Because every piece of clothing, every decoration on her body, even every movement and every look in her body seemed to demonstrate her own unique charm. Even the mole on her chin looked so perfect.

She is undoubtedly charming, but such a charming lady always holds a long black cigarette, which is a factor that is not easy to adapt to for those who are allergic to the smell of cigarettes.

But even the person who is most afraid of cigarettes, if he is invited by Miss Irene at the dance, he will be flattered and get up and walk to the dance floor with her, and become the most jealous man at that dance.

Several people at the table saw her and were slightly startled. Even the young female investigator couldn't help but stare blankly, secretly sighing that she might never be able to have this kind of femininity in this life. Bar.

"Hello, Miss Eileen." Hopkins stood up slowly and bowed in a very standard manner: "It's really rude to eat here without knowing that you will be here today, otherwise I would have said hello to you in advance."

This somewhat overly polite sentence came to the ears of several people at the table. Although there was no obvious change in their expressions, they were all secretly surprised because Hopkins was the one with the most background among them. A person who has outstanding abilities and is appreciated by the trial court may be directly promoted to the presiding judge in a few years, and the future is bright. Of course he himself knows this very well, but he still has great respect for the woman in front of him. This is enough to show that the woman in front of him is extraordinary.

"This is Miss Irene Adler, the owner of this bar." Probably thinking that someone might not know the woman in front of him, he immediately introduced: "The reason why my investigation has been so smooth during this period is thanks to Thank you for the help given by Miss Irene."

Eileen smiled, her eyebrows and eyes even more charming: "You don't have to be so polite, it's just a little effort."

Hopkins smiled bitterly in his heart and thought, if all the things you do can be considered easy, what else in the world can be considered difficult for you?

He definitely didn't learn about Irene until he arrived at the Academy of Life Sciences. In fact, after he made an exception and entered the upper echelons of the Tribunal, he heard about [Irene Adler] and knew that this was an extremely important person. A mysterious, yet extremely common name.

The reason why she is mysterious is that you can never figure her out, and even the Inquisition cannot find out her past.

I just know that she is very rich and likes to open bars. In every city and village in the empire, there are her bars. These bars may be the most famous local romantic places, or they may be a street. I accidentally caught a glimpse of the store at the corner. No one knew why she had such a habit. In short, she would appear in different bars at different times. She seemed to be just a beautiful proprietress, but she seemed to be able to see her in many major events. Of course, if you look into her figure more deeply, you will find that in these things, she is as clean as a tourist passing by accidentally.

The reason why I say she is very common is because from a certain perspective, Irene is a businessman.

She faces different customers and sells different things, and from the perspective of the Inquisition, most of what she sells is intelligence.

For matters that are difficult to intervene as a tribunal, or that are difficult to investigate, Irene will be contacted to handle them.

As for the way to contact her, it's very simple. You just need to write a letter and hand it to the bartender of the 'Irene Bar' in the city where you are.

Of course, Irene will not come forward in person, and not everything will be accepted. She will only focus on those things that interest her, and after completion, she will send the letter back to the original place intact and ask for a warrant. People are stunned, but the reward is reasonable.

In one transaction, the reward she demanded was even the client's own tongue.

In short, she was such a weirdo. Hopkins was even a little overwhelmed when he came to this bar for the first time and learned that the woman sitting at the table opposite was Irene Adler herself.

So when he saw Eileen walking towards him today, he immediately stood up and tried his best to show respect to the other party.

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Just when he thought of this, he suddenly realized something.

Then he looked at the extremely charming woman in front of him with an extremely complicated expression, wondering whether her appearance here was a coincidence or intentional.

After a long while, he finally asked tentatively:

"Dear Miss Eileen, actually, we have something we want to ask you for help."

"Oh?" Eileen seemed a little surprised, then smiled: "What's the matter?"

"Do you know Experimenter No. 37?"

Hopkins asked. He didn't even explain the details in detail. He didn't even say what kind of experiment it was. He just threw out the term "Experimenter No. 37".

However, the woman in front of her didn't have the slightest doubt, and even her smile didn't change. She just nodded naturally: "I know."

Just such a simple answer

Fortunately, Hopkins had already prepared what he expected, so his breathing rhythm changed slightly. The other people simply looked at each other. Although they were all elites in their respective fields, none of them had reached the level. As someone who has entered the upper echelons of their respective organizations, they have naturally never heard of Irene's name. At this moment, they can't help but be stunned, shocked and what kind of person the woman in front of them is.

"But...you know, I'm a businessman."

"Of course!" Hopkins nodded solemnly: "We will pay enough."

"Money? Haha, little brother, don't be opportunistic." Eileen smiled charmingly. At her age, this kind of address was magically not offensive: "Money, for you people, as long as you don't When it reaches a certain threshold, it’s just a meaningless number, and of course I won’t earn meaningless things.”

His mind was broken, and Hopkins' body seemed to tense up subconsciously for a moment, and he bowed slightly and said, "It's really rude, so I wonder what Miss Irene is interested in?"

"Ah, there is nothing interesting." Irene looked at the gorgeous gas lamp above her head like a girl confusedly imagining the future: "I really don't have anything interesting at the moment."

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something: "Oh, by the way, in a few days, my attendant will have to go away for a day for some things. You should know that as a gentleman, how can you let a beautiful lady be alone in the night? go home?"

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At this point, Hopkins certainly understood what the other party meant, and at the same time he couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't know what Miss Irene wanted to do, and he didn't dare to imagine that in newspapers and magazines, men and women saw each other off, and then went upstairs to rest. The crimson part of the story.

He just tried his best to hide the uneasiness in his eyes, quickly calculated the pros and cons and possible dangers, and finally smiled naturally: "Of course, Miss Eileen, it's okay to send a beautiful lady home. As a gentleman does, Stanley Hopkins is at your disposal."

His tone of voice is very well controlled, and combined with his handsome image, it should be able to attract the favor of any lady, and he is also thinking that if he can use this opportunity to obtain Miss Irene Even if it's just a little bit of goodwill, it will be a huge help in your future!

However, he hadn't finished speaking yet.

Realizing that Eileen's patience seemed to have finally failed after waiting for a long time, she sighed with some disappointment. Then, she looked at Sherlock on the other side of the table, even with some resentment:

"Mr. Holmes. I have been standing here for so long. Are you pretending that you don't know me?"

For a moment, Sherlock felt that all eyes were on him. He raised his eyes and said, "Of course not, I just..."

He wanted to say that he didn't interrupt, but Eileen didn't seem to let him interrupt, but directly interrupted him.

And as if he breathed a sigh of relief, he showed the most charming smile tonight:

"Huh, that's great. Then, after the tavern closes in a few days, are you interested in traveling with me?"