"You've always made my job a lot easier. Mister great detective." Irene Adler looked down at Sherlock. Holmes from head to toe. Her lips twitched into an alluring smile as the bloodstains and small wounds spread across his body.

"You got beat up quite hard."

Sherlock Holmes stared at the lady who appeared with several other women, including the blonde-haired woman he had previously met. The group of women standing behind Irene all had guns aimed at him. As expected, Holmes pulled Watson's sleeve, moved his finger to tell the plan.

"Miss. Adler, I was thinking that I'll see you again," said Holmes, feigning question, "Is Mr. Wainwright alright?"

Irene Adler grinned unfazed.

"Finally, you know 'he' is the Wainwright Armstrong you've been looking for."

"Right now, I'm skeptical about how I met you that night. It was a deliberate separation of Watson and me for the Armstrong family to kidnap the Watsons. Or… is it a movement on behalf of the organization to find the red diamond?"

"Just a coincidence."

"The words you told me that night, is it still on?"

‘...Use your skills ... make me 'Irene Adler' say it.’

"You want me to answer your question? But I still don't see the need to do so, Mr. Holmes," said Irene.

Holmes smiled, although the young woman said so, but he kept his eyes on the other women. Which each had a stiff expression on their faces. That wasn't the face of the party that was pointing a gun at someone else.

"You lost me this time, do it, Watson!"

POW!

Amidst the shocked eyes of Irene's group, Watson pulled the left arm from Griswald's corpse. On the upper arm is what Griswald used to show Holmes and Watson. It's also the same thing on Wainwright's right arm.

"Armstrong family treasure diamond armlet You came for this."

From the expressions of Irene and the others, it was clear that they were inferior. Because she knows Watson's superhuman powers.

"You said I made your job easier. That's because Griswald Armstrong is dead here." Holmes explains why he hastily separated from Watson to find evidence that the boss of the kidnapped gang and Wainwright are the same person. "After Mr. Wainwright's armlet. You want Griswald's armlet. Assassinating a close person like Wainwright might not be difficult. But with Griswald, that's another story. While you here, did you know about this?"

Holmes pointed to a lever to open a trap mechanism that would cause the steel plate to fall off the dungeon. Plus, there's a pipe to connect to the prison where Griswald spoke to Watson.

"There are quite a few interesting mechanisms in this fort. But I think the Armstrong House would have more manpower and traps to deal with intruders than here. And I think both Miss. Adler and the blonde lady standing next probably rarely went to the Armstrong family's main mansion. So bringing the snipers to Mr. Griswald's main mansion was too risky. Therefore, Mr. Griswald is here biased towards you."

According to Griswald's words, Wainwright didn't usually return to the Armstrong main mansion. So it meant that Irene, who was following Wainwright, had no information about the Armstrong main mansion that Griswal was in.

"Now, the diamond armlet is on me. I believe that I have the right to negotiate."

Sherlock Holmes finishes off. If Griswald hadn't made an offer to him and Watson here. They would have to hurry to the Armstrong family's house before Irene's group arrived. And when things turn out like this, Irene, who knows Watson's abilities, will not be quick to use force to attack or fire Holmes. Diamonds are probably the hardest. But Holmes believes Watson can break the diamonds. Which Irene's group did not want.

"What do you want?" With no other choice, Irene asked.

"I have a question to ask. Shall we talk where I won't be at gunpoint? And I want to guarantee that my partner and I can return home safely. and there is no revenge."

"If you send me a diamond armlet. We have no business with you," said Irene and waved her hand towards the blonde-haired woman. "I will answer your question. and let Cheryl be present as a witness."

………………………………………………………

So Holmes and Watson, Irene and Cheryl, they came out of the fort where the Holmes had parked their carriage.

"I want to know about your organization," Holmes shot the first question.

"What's the matter?"

"What is 'leader' name?"

"I already told you a name," Irene replied.

This woman is really good at answering ambiguous questions.

Holmes thought and decided that she wouldn't give a proper answer if he continued to ask about this.

"The purpose of your organization. What are you specifically looking for diamonds for? What are the criteria for choosing?" Holmes continued. This organization doesn't just collect any diamonds. Also, the treasures of Behrouz, gold bars, and rubies. When it's not the diamond they want, it's left unattended.

"Have you ever heard of the science of healing using diamonds?" Irene asked.

"No," Holmes shook his head. Then turned to asked his partner, "What about you?"

"Never heard of it," Watson replied.

"From the past, it was believed that a rock or mineral had a special power in itself. Such as the power to protect, enhance the destiny, or the power to restore. In Eastern medicine, gemstones are applied to reflect sunlight for healing purposes. Real diamonds have a high light dispersion. Therefore, we are exploring the possibility of using diamonds to treat incurable diseases."

"An incurable disease?" Holmes listened with interest.

"I can assure you that it is not an epidemic," said Cheryl, who had been silent all along.

"Any more questions?" Irene said.

"Scarlet Rosevelt, Travis Smith, and Seamus Blake"

"Did you kill them?" Sherlock Holmes asked with a calm expression on his face.

"Yes"

Without hesitation, Irene replied with a face that seemed to have a soft smile emblazoned on it. She stared at Holmes without averting her gaze as if asking what would you do next.

"I'm out of questions." Holmes finished speaking, nodding his head, signaling Watson to hand over Griswald's left arm encrusted with a white diamond armlet to Cheryl as promised.

"I thought you were going to take me to Scotland Yard. Just like a good person who loves justice," said Irene.

"What I'm interested in is the truth. And I sick of the lies I've seen all these past few days," said Holmes.

He adheres to the law but cannot call himself a good person. The underground organization has rules that don't interfere with each other. In addition to conflicting cases because of benefits. And he, part of the Free Man Hand organization, stood there watching many innocent people who knew nothing had died before successfully creating Watson dolls. All this time, both he and Watson were on the blood trail. To bear the sins that took people's lives is the reality that will continue.

"We may never see each other again."

Holmes talks to Irene. The tone is complicated. Don't know if it's a cold cut or a show of regret. Irene smiled and extended her right hand in a shake-hand gesture.

"You and I met because coincidence and coincidence can happen at any time."

"Yes, a very interesting coincidence." Holmes reached out to grab the lady's hand and gently shook it once. He looked into her mysterious, alluring black eyes for the last time,

"Goodbye, Miss. Adler."

"Goodbye, Mister Great Detective."

when let go, they didn't meet their eyes again.