Soon the sun of the new day will shine.

Sherlock Holmes grabs his stomach, stepped out of the carriage, and opened the door to the house. Taking each step forward, the pain continues throughout the body. Holmes walked through the dark of the house, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, and drank down his throat. The heat that spread throughout his body helped him slightly awaken from the injury.

After finding out that Watson had disappeared, the first thing he did was go back and find Watson's trace at the party. But what he has found...

Crash!!!

The heavy heels kicked into his chest until his body fell back, drifted, and rolled down the stairs. Even though the pain told him to stop, Holmes tried to sneak into the party several times to find Watson. But the bodyguards at the auction were both quick and ruthless. After being beaten and dragged into a carriage, Holmes has no choice but back home.

... Where did Watson disappear...?

Sherlock Holmes closed his eyes and let the thought go on to find the answer. There are many factors in this regard ...

In the beginning, he just went to search for traces of the missing man. But he and Watson's arrival at the auction was due to The Truth Watcher's persuasion. The news seller was especially interested in Watson. That's just personal curiosity. Or ... someone wants to buy news.

But who is it?

The imaginary image of Sherlock appears in three dimensions ...

A woman from an organization collecting diamonds, Irene Adler, is she involved in Watson's disappearance?

Or is their partner solving a case with Watson and coming out in the newspaper several times catch the eye of the kidnapper gang?

The talents of the Watson dolls are one without two. And because of that ...

"Watson ..."

Sherlock Holmes opened his eyes slowly. Everything has faded away. He looked at the light of the sun that was shining into the house. And the only conclusion he had was ...

"You will come back to me ... for sure."

He believed that Watson would come back to this house. It doesn't matter who kidnapped Watson. No one could stop or detain Watson.

shuffle, shuffle, shuffle

The detective heard someone's footsteps. Holmes turned his bruised face to the walkers. Seeing that face clearly, the young man gave a faint smile.

"Good morning Mrs. Hudson."

"Good morning, Sherlock, eh… Are you back alone?" Ms. Hudson asked. Looking at the black-haired man who smiled at her, there was something wrong with him. "And John ..."

"He'll be back in a moment," said Holmes, whose smile did not disappear from his face.

"Watson will be back in a moment."