"Did you find that woman?"

When Watson walked down the stairs near the auction stage, he saw Sherlock Holmes leaned his back against the wall in a relaxed posture, ask for clues from news sellers. 'Black-haired and black eyes woman.' Watson shook his head.

"Can you trust the information from that person?" Asked Watson.

"We already in the lion's den. In any case, we have to keep going," Holmes replied reservedly. He didn't fully trust the True Watcher.

"But people would call it 'The Man with No Lie'."

At least the information obtained is true, but it may have other hidden purposes. Holmes thought to himself as he looked at the new products on stage. Big glass jar of two babies born with their bodies connect to each other. The host's voice reads the amount of money that is constantly increasing. It seems that the product types are beginning to dive into the unusual. Both of the people who buy it and the people who sell it

"Well, when someone is ready to spend money on it. There are also groups of people willing to provide them without law or humanitarianism. It is mostly called a gang of kidnappers or treasure hunters," said Sherlock Holmes. Taking his eyes off the stage, looking up at a group of people watching at the auction from the mezzanine, they had just recently stood talking to news seller. The people above could clearly see him and Watson.

"Watson being together would be too outstanding. Let's separate. You went up to the banquet above and kept an eye on the door. In an hour, if I haven't found her or some clue, I'll follow up," Holmes suggested.

"... Be careful, Holmes." Watson was a little silent and finally said. Though in his heart he disagreed with separation, he accepted Holmes's decision.

"You the one who must be careful. The True Watcher intend to hit on you," said Holmes, jokingly with a broad smile,

"That person never hit me," answered Watson in a flat tone.

No idea Watson understands a joke or not. Holmes then walked back up to the mezzanine.

The mezzanine floor is made of U shape with a high-level balcony railing around it. Able to see the auction platform and the people sitting below. In one corner, there is drink service. Holmes walked over to order a drink and leaned against the balcony railing.

At this location, he could see the double doors leading up to the regular party above. And the stairs from the auction floor leading up to the mezzanine. Standing in the middle of the main exit, if the black-haired woman hadn't arrived yet, he would see her walking through the double door. Or if she is in the auction area and is about to return, he will see her walking up the stairs to the mezzanine.

Time passed, piece after piece of auction item was passed through Holmes's eyes. From the strange insane thing that doesn't understand why someone wants to buy it. The merchandise began to be transformed into jewelry or gems of common social value.

"A dagger with a sheath made of real gold from the former Crown Prince of Bohemia. Prices start at ..."

Many sparkling jewels passed through the eyes. Holmes took out a pocket watch and looked at the time. In less than fifteen minutes, it will complete the hour as the appointment with Watson. Should he go out to Watson now?

"Next product. Cursed beauty. This is a red diamond necklace of disaster. No matter who this thing belongs to, the owner and their family must be collapsed for unknown reasons."

The host described the red diamond necklace in the clear glass cabinet in a mysterious voice, as if a challenge to try to own it.

"Please take a good look at this red diamond. It was said that the original was not this deep red. But the diamond drank the blood of its possessor so many people until it turned scarlet. Okay, who will get this disastrous diamond ..."

Sherlock Holmes didn't care about the necklace on stage. He focused his attention on one person, despite the fact that the host had not finished speaking. Still, instead, a lady in a bareback black dress came out of the auctioneer's chair. The woman wore a wide-brimmed hat with brightly colored feather tassels and a long white fur shawl. Holmes remembered that she had been sitting there from the beginning. While the other participants admired the diamond on stage or sat idle waiting for the following item. This lady walked away from the event during the auction, showed that she had been targeting the red diamond from the start. But when it was not the right item or for some reason, she left.

Sherlock Holmes waited until a lady in a black dress walked up the stairs and stepped in with a polite smile.

"Hello, I am delighted to meet a beautiful lady like you. I saw that you went back empty-handed tonight even though the event was not over yet. Such a shame no item caught your alluring eyes."

It was clear that the young woman had long, black hair wrapped in a bun at the neck at close range. And the eyes hidden under the brim of the hat are black. She simply hid her face by holding a stick mask. Her appearance was exactly what The True Watcher had hinted at.

"It's a pity. Arrived here but didn't get what I wanted—both me ... and you." The young lady speaks in a low voice. Then turn her eyes to the auction platform below.

"Only those who cannot see the truth to waste money on counterfeit things."

Her words told Holmes that the red diamond was a fake. From here, the he couldn't see if the diamond was real or fake. He also didn't know how she knew since her seat was about three or four rows away from the stage; being able to recognize it as a fake meant that her black eyes were very sharp about diamonds.

"It is the eyes of a woman, with a level of expertise that men cannot match," the detective smiled.

"Would you give me more honor to talk about diamonds?"

"Do you want to know how to observe diamonds?" Asked the lady with a playful but dazzling smile.

"I would like to know about the organization that hunted special diamonds."

Sherlock Holmes shot the question straight out and waited for the reaction. Whether it has a mask or a brim over the face is not a hindrance. He confidently he would read that expression and get something.

The woman's lips were curved into a smile without changing her expression. The next second, the distance between him and her was shortened almost nose to nose. Their hat touches each other. Holmes's black eyes could count every glitter on her mask.

When a beautiful face that any mask cannot be concealed moves close to his ears.

"Use your skills .. make me 'Irene Adler' say it."

Hot breath blows on the ears. Immediately, Holmes' mask and hat were taken off.

"Mr. Great Detective. The famous Mr. Sherlock Holmes."