what do you think sherlock

Chapter 163 Not Simple Adler

"Well, it seems that you are not surprised by our visit." Sherlock said with a stiff expression, he didn't know where he showed his flaws.

Or, in fact, it wasn't that there was a problem with his disguise, but that the other party knew from the beginning that he and John would come to her.

"Mr. Sherlock, I've heard of your name a long time ago. Maybe you don't know it yourself, but in fact, in London, no, you have a great reputation among criminals all over the world. How could I not have heard it early?" What about defense?" Ms. Adler's slender fingers gently picked up Sherlock's sharp chin, which seemed to be able to chisel out a sunken plank, her tone was full of admiration, but also ambiguous and provocative.

"As for this Mr. John Watson, although you are more low-key, sometimes more like a politician than a detective, but according to my understanding, you are no less dangerous than this Mr. Sherlock."

"Dangerous, this adjective is very special." Di Renjie slowly broke away from the state of shock, and used slightly teasing words to cover up his embarrassment just now.

Adler could hear the subtext in the other party's words, but he didn't pay attention to it at all.

She smiled and rolled away from Sherlock's lap:

"Coffee or tea? If you've already had it at the Tower, ignore me."

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. Our starting point is Baker Street." Sherlock tried to bring the rhythm of the conversation back under his control.

"That's not surprising. Indeed, it's rare to hear that there is a civil servant in the empire who is particularly diligent." Adler satirized the two of them quietly:
"Okay, let's get down to business."

"So can we start the interview?" Sherlock showed a trademark smile: "Maybe you need to put on a coat before then."

Di Renjie gave his partner a thumbs up in his heart.

"Personally, I don't mind accepting an interview." Adler took the long black trench coat handed over by Sherlock without hesitation, wrapped it up briefly, and then leaned casually on the sofa, his graceful body being abstinent The black windbreaker he wears keeps him covered, but from time to time, a little bit of spring light leaks out, looming, but it is even more irritating.

"But," she tapped her red lips lightly with her index finger, seemingly unintentionally said:
"I thought you'd rather talk about Jane, about Wanderley?"

Her posture at this time was quite casual, but inside and outside the words, she clearly looked like she was determined by Di Renjie and Sherlock.

But she did have the capital to settle the two of them. I don't know what Sherlock was thinking. Anyway, when Di Renjie heard her words, he really had a ridiculous feeling of being manipulated by the other party.

Adler is like an angler holding a bait and waiting for two people to take the bait, but it has to be said that this bait is really tempting.

"It seems that you don't just know us." Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly. Adler not only knew the identities of the two, but also knew what department they were working for now, and even understood the purpose of their coming here. It's really hard not to think of some more terrifying possibilities.

"I guess you must have a lot of terrible thoughts in your mind right now, do you want to know which one is the correct answer?" Adler took out a slender and elegant lady's cigarette from the drawer, lit it and took a puff, like A winner enjoying the spoils.

"Are you willing to tell us?" Di Renjie looked at Adler sincerely.

Adler slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and smiled slightly:
"you guess."

"How about we talk about Jane and Wang Delei again? I want to know why you invited Jane to London at such a coincidental time." Sherlock said with a serious expression and without squinting.

"As you know, I invited her to my concert."

"But I don't think that's the real reason?" Sherlock asked.

"You're right," Adler stood up with a smile, and leisurely turned around the sofa and the two people sitting on the sofa. Her high heels kept hitting the floor, making a crisp sound:

"But it's still the same old question, why should I tell you?"

"Why don't we be honest, since you are willing to see us, then you must have something you want, right?" Di Renjie said bluntly.

Adler walked up to Sherlock:

"You really look more like a politician than a detective, John."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stretched out her right hand and gently grabbed Sherlock's neckline: "Then what if it's him I want?"
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Joseph Chamberlain had great energy, liked to wear a monocle, and always combed his oily hair. Anyone who saw him would be shocked by the amazing vitality contained in his body.

He is good at speeches, and he can always talk non-stop without making people feel bored.Because of these outstanding talents and characteristics, he was invited by Prime Minister Gladstone two years ago to serve as the Minister of Foreign Trade in the current cabinet.

In the political history of the British Empire, Joseph Chamberlain left three important strokes. First, he prepared to establish the University of Birmingham when he was the mayor of Birmingham; second, he created the concept of the Commonwealth like a genius and made it It was established in name; third, he was Arthur Chamberlain's father.

Of course, these are all things to come. At this time, he was walking non-stop towards a reception room that had already been reserved, where a conversation of great significance to him was about to take place.

"You're here." Chamberlain pushed open the door and heard that familiar voice, which was as crisp, firm and full of fighting spirit as before.

This made him seem to have some foresight about the outcome of this conversation.

It's the bad kind.

"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Chamberlain took off his black bowler hat, bowed slightly, and then sat on his own seat.

"I am also very happy to meet you. You know, I have always admired your talent. I hope today's communication can reduce the differences between us." Gladstone said with a faint smile, but still looked very dignified.

"Negotiation." Chamberlain did not follow Gladstone to say some scene words, but simply popped out two cold words from his mouth.

"What?" Gladstone never thought that this junior, whom he favored, would talk to him in such an attitude.

The surprise even prevented him from noticing the subtext in Chamberlain's words for a while.

"Negotiations, we are here to negotiate, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Chamberlain's tone was calm, but under the calmness, there was a resolute firmness.

This made Gladstone immediately realize what the purpose of the other party's trip was, and what his appointment represented.

Years of political literacy made him extremely serious in an instant.

This is obviously not an ordinary meeting. He should have thought of it long ago. There is no sincerity and friendship between politicians.

"What do you want to talk about? We are standing together." Gladstone's eyes narrowed slightly, and the majesty of power and age flowed in the fine folds and textures.

"We hope you will take back the Irish Self-Government Act, otherwise," Chamberlain said, his voice paused slightly.

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise the Empire would have two Liberal parties."

(End of this chapter)