what do you think sherlock

Chapter 162 Visiting Villa Brioni
"It sounds like you are very confident in your judgment." Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock for a while, and Di Renjie for a while, wondering where their confidence came from.

"Just wait and read." Di Renjie smiled mysteriously, without explaining too much, and continued to read the newspaper in his hand.

"John, come and take a look at this." Sherlock patted Di Renjie on the shoulder at this time, and turned the newspaper spread out in his hand to Di Renjie: "Here are some articles about you."

The newspapers published several reports about yesterday's riot near the Emerald Hotel, and these reports more or less mentioned Di Renjie's key role in handling the incident.

Since the real situation could not be announced, the authorities could only blame the radicals of the Irish national movement for the riots. This made Di Renjie feel a little hot in the cheeks after seeing the praise in the newspaper.

"The Irish Land Alliance really admitted it openly?" Sherlock pointed to a report and said, his tone full of amusement: "I don't know what price the cabinet ministers paid."

"In this way, the public will associate the riot with the Irish Self-Government Act, and the matter of Granville may be forgotten by everyone in an instant." Di Renjie shook his head, and he didn't know what to do with the cabinet's operations. Evaluation, I can only wish them what they wish.

After reading the newspaper, the two simply packed up, then changed into camouflage clothes, and headed to Villa Brioni.

However, not long after they left in the two-seater carriage, someone knocked on the door of 221B Baker Street.

It was Kelly standing outside the wooden door, who happened to miss Di Renjie and Sherlock.
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In the master bedroom on the second floor of Villa Brioni, Irene Adler caressed the neatly arranged lipsticks on the dresser with her right hand.

"What color do you want today?" Wright asked the maid.

"Blood red." Adler didn't hesitate for long, and reached out to pick out the one she liked the most.

Wright took the lipstick and carefully painted the lips of the hostess.

"It seems that today's guest is very special." Wright said with a smile.

"They will arrive soon, let Aliena and the others stay in their room."

"Okay, so what clothes are you going to wear now?"

Adler put her hand on her cheek, thought for a few seconds, and then she smiled:
"Just wear the one I feel most confident in."
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"Ding ding ding," the doorbell at the gate of the villa rang.

Maid Wright walked behind the iron gate painted with black paint and carved with hollow patterns. Through the hole in the gate, she saw two men waiting outside the gate with anxious faces.

"Hi ma'am, we are reporters from the London Candide. Is Ms. Adler free now? Can you accept our interview?" Sherlock, holding a pen in one hand and a notepad in the other, showed a flattering smile. Appears harmless.

Di Renjie followed behind him, carrying a big camera.This old-fashioned camera is very bulky, and I don't know where Sherlock got it.

"Oh, actually we don't accept interviews from any media at the moment." Wright folded his hands on his chest and said the words of refusal in a tone of refusal, but a sly smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah," an embarrassed look flashed across Sherlock's face. His rich experience in disguise gave him sufficient ability to deal with various variables:
"We Candide has a very good reputation in London and can give."

"I suppose Ms. Adler is famous enough, isn't she?" Wright declined again.

Sherlock didn't expect to lose again so soon, but he had a third excuse:

"I'm really sorry to bother you, but I really need this report. My girlfriend is a fan of Miss Adler. She passed away not long ago because of a disease. I told her when she was alive. , I will soon have an opportunity to interview Ms. Adler, she is very happy after hearing that, if I can't interview Ms. Adler today, I really don't know how to face her, I'm afraid there is no way at all Sleep peacefully at night”

As Sherlock spoke, tears flickered in his eyes, showing his sincerity.

Seeing that the other party's excuses were getting more and more outrageous, Wright suppressed a smile, pretending to be moved by Sherlock's words, and politely invited the two into the gate.

Behind the black iron gate is a small garden, and the three of them walked through the garden to a three-story white villa.

"You guys rest in the reception room for a while, I'll call Ms. Adler." After speaking, Wright turned and went upstairs.

Di Renjie put down the heavy camera and breathed a sigh of relief. He was quite tired from carrying this big guy just now.

"Your reason just now was really lame." Di Renjie was relieved, and then began to "ruthlessly" mock Sherlock's performance just now.

"At least the result is good, isn't it? Look at where we are sitting now, we are only one step away from the goal." Sherlock retorted "humbly".

Just as the two were chatting together, the sound of high heels stepping on the ground sounded outside the reception room.

The two immediately understood that today's main event had arrived.

"What should you call the two of you?" Ms. Adler's lazy, mature and charming voice arrived before she showed her figure.

Both Sherlock and Di Renjie got up immediately, turned to face the door, and made postures ready to welcome them.

In the next second, the two froze in place, their mouths slightly opened and closed, speechless for a moment.

With a confident and charming smile on her face, Ms. Adler stepped on a pair of red high-heeled shoes and stepped into the reception room from the outside without any clothes on.

She walked to Sherlock freely and casually, and patted the other's arm with her hand:

"Did you know? When people are in a state of extreme shock, they tend to forget the lies they have woven in advance."

Di Renjie was shocked at the moment. He thought that he had adapted to this distant country a little, but he was still too naive, ignorant of the real westernized life.

It was rare for Sherlock to show an expression of being intimidated by other people's aura. At this moment, his brain was spinning rapidly, but he felt that the lady in front of him, although she was naked on the outside, was like a cloud of fog inside, and he couldn't analyze anything.

Seeing Sherlock's stunned expression, the smile on Adler's face became brighter and more charming. She pushed Sherlock down on the sofa, and then sat across Sherlock's lap:
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Then she turned her head to look at Di Renjie who was sitting blankly aside:
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. John Watson."

(End of this chapter)