One coin has two sides. Different patterns are indicators of differentiation. When looking at the pattern on one side, the other side cannot be seen. But nevertheless, it was still a coin. As well as a society with both foreground and background. There is a story called truth and lie circulating like a coin tossed into the sky.

And the side that fell on the palm is ...

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"Probably coming too soon ..."

Sherlock Holmes mumbled to himself as he took off his checkered coat. He dropped coat on the back of his chair, the silence of meeting room where no one had brought a man with a younger face to lay down, legs crossed on top of a long sofa in the corner of the room. When pulling the brim of the hat, obscuring the eyes from the flickering light of the lantern. The detective held his two hands on his lap, allowing himself to flow with the waves of thought.

It's been over a month since he had a partner to solve a case; the employer asked to find a treasure to clear the devil's curse. In the end, the real devil is the greed of human beings.

There are three treasures. The first and the most valuable disappeared with the land's collapse was a crown with a large blue diamond in the center and surrounded by sapphires and waves of tiny diamonds.

The second one was a pink gold ring. The third was a yellow diamond necklace. Even if the number of jewels is not equal to the crown, the pink diamond ring and yellow diamond necklace are rare and valuable. Both treasures belong to Scarlet Rosevelt, Seamus Blake, and Travis Smith.

The case is supposed to end with the wedding bell ringing and the start of a new family; it turns out to be a murder case.

One day after they left Holmes's house. Scotland Yard brought the news of Travis Smith and Scarlet Rosevelt's death. The cause of death was stabbed by a sharp object such as a knife or a sword. Can't find the ring and necklace, including no trace of the boy, Seamus Blake. The worse is a heavy rainstorm that fell after the incident, drowning out the assassin's traces until they could not trace. This case ended with a homicide robbery case. And time passed, there are other employers, so many cases have arisen that Holmes has no time to ponder over it until ...

The black eyes suddenly opened as someone take his hat. The smart eyes of the detective gazed at the corner of his best friend's grin smile.

"James"

Sherlock calls out his best friend by combining a greeting and asking ‘what are you doing’ is all at once. And when he saw the other person about to sit, he kept his legs.

James Moriarty sat down, spinning Holmes’s hat in a perfect posture. He turned around and stared at Holmes with a cheerful expression.

"You're so free until you're not careful, Sherlock."

"Why do you think I'm free?"

"Because your face says you wait for something fun, but nothing happened until you extremely bored," replied Moriarty easily. Under a comfortable posture, but the ears that watched guard like fox's ears could hear the footsteps of at least two persons coming towards the meeting room.

"But you have, right? Fun thing."

The question of a love mystery detective, the answer is his hat that is placed back on his head. At the same time, others Free Man Hand members entered the meeting room.

'FREE MAN HAND' is the name of the organization in the underground. Name by combining the first letter of the founder's surname. The organization's goals are 'Perfect humans'. Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty were among the organization's founders. And this organization was made Holmes meet an important partner.

"Diamonds!!!"

One member repeats the words. The topic we are currently meeting is another underground organization.

"Yes, the goal of that organization is to find diamonds," explains Moriarty. "But it's not just any type of diamond. There seem to be more specific conditions. And the member who collected the diamonds was a woman of skill and a very sharp eye."

Sherlock Holmes listens to his friend's explanation, thinking about the three diamonds he and James had encountered. There is a high probability that this organization member killed Travis Smith and Scarlet Rosevelt to get diamonds.

If so, he ...

"Mr. Detective"

After the meeting, a strange way of calling stops Sherlock Holmes from coming home. The one who called him was a small man with big green eyes. Holmes remembered he was one of Free Man Hand's key brains.

"I heard you are bored. Did you smoke the pipe too?" Said the little man, handing him a package of tobacco.

"How about trying this?"

"No, thank you."

Holmes immediately refused. Even though they are in the same organization, they have worked together many times. But the relationship of the members of the Free Man Hand is not as close as a friend. They can help each other but cannot trust each other. That made Holmes not consider accepting items from the organization.

But as he was about to walk past. A shorter body embraced his arms, holding him with strength contrary to his appearance. Holmes felt the package had been stuffed into his coat pocket.

"My my, don't be suspicious like that." The man grinned wide, speak in a high voice.

"I wasn't looking for a lab rat. This is a new product, just released. It is available for sale in the general society." The little man released Holmes before stepping forward in a leap-like manner. Say the last word with sparkling eyes.

"Just when you feel bored, try and tell me how it is."

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Three days have passed since Sherlock Holmes returned from the meeting. The young man leaned back against the low wall of the attic. The seat next to it is 'Mr. Adam', a human skeleton he used to study.

After he had a partner live with him and turn his office into a partner's bedroom. He, therefore, changed the attic into a new office. To be clear, move things and piles of books to the attic. And then immersed himself in it day and night.

Many days that there was no case, no employer, Lestrade or Scotland Yard did not come to asks for help with the case. In the newspaper there is no strange or curious matter. Holmes was not someone who can stand with boredom or nothing to do long. So, he began to conduct an anatomy experiment on the human bone system, something never taught in any lessons.

Hour after hour, day by day pass without progress.

"Too bad, Mr. Adam."

Holmes gave a wry smile to his skeleton hollow eyes, then lay down. Again, and again, nothing more; he wanted something to vent his frustration and concentrate.

"What should I do?"

Holmes spoke like start a conversation, stroking Mr. Adam's skull. Turning over to lie on the floor, his eyes suddenly glanced at what had pop out from the pocket of his coat. The package of tobacco. Even though he thought he would not touch yet he did not throw it away.

Ah ... just try a little. It's okay.

Sherlock Holmes thought to himself as he reached out to the pipe. Carefully put on the tube and lit the fire, he slowly smoked new tobacco following the rhythm of his breathing.

Not bad ...

He thinks so, closes his eyes, lets himself go with the smoke coming out.

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"Holmes ... Holmes ... Sherlock Holmes"

John H. Watson called the black-haired man three times. Despite their close reach, Sherlock Holmes, who was focused on books, paper, test tubes, and skeletons, didn't seem to notice him.

Watson put the food tray he had brought up to the attic because Holmes didn't go down for two full days. Watson's green eyes stared at the smoke emanating from the pipe Holmes was carrying.

"Holmes, I think you shouldn't smoke more drugs."

But Watson's warning did not reach Holmes's ears. The detective spun off and dismantled the pile of books as if he didn't realize that Watson was in the room.

"Oh, where is that book?" Holmes clicked his tongue. Crawling through the attic, flipping through many books, until bumped into a silver-haired man

"Huh, oh Watson?" Said Holmes, "Sorry, I'm busy."

"Holmes, stop smoking the drug you get from the organization!" Watson gripped Holmes's arm and pulled it to turn to listen to him.

"Hmmm ... Oh, this is ... not a drug from the organization. It's the one I bought." Holmes left Watson and went to look for the book without making eye contact. His refusal was only to want Watson to stop complaining about it.

"Holmes ..." Watson said in a flat voice. "There's no need to hide. You know I can distinguish smells. In this room, only the smell of tobacco from the organization. And usually when you smoke a pipe with the tobacco you bought, had never had symptoms of ... this frantic."

"Who says it? My sanity is better than before. Look, I have more time for Adam. I don't have to eat, and I still have strength."

Sherlock Holmes turned to smile at Watson. Revealing face that emaciated, sunken eyes than every time. Before he turned around, he was busy looking for a book in his stack of books. The most obvious thing Watson is aware of is that the detective has now completely ignored his goodwill.

Holmes finally found the book he wanted and started opening it. Run his fingertips along each line. Watson looked at that action and asked.

"Lately, you haven't used inferences from the Memorial Library? Or ... you can't control your concentration."

Sherlock paused for a bit. Before continue reading the information in the book and responding,

"Sometimes I have to find and add new knowledge."

"So how long are you going to stay in this room? Holmes, you barely come out to eat. Stayed in this room, smoking all day. Doing this is destroying your health."

Thump!

Holmes slammed the pages off the book. Then turned to Watson with an emotion that he could not control.

"Shut up, Watson! Cut it off. What am I going to be, or what will I do? It's about me. Get out… don't mess with me."

At the end of words, John H. Watson got out of the attic with the same expression on his face. The doll that was created were expressionless, but ...

A coin can only have two sides. But there are many sides of humanity hidden within. The coin is flown into the sky, signaling the beginning of the game.