what do you think sherlock

Chapter 164 A Transaction

Chamberlain's words hit the ground heavily, and the room immediately fell into an atmosphere where a needle could be heard.

Only the ticking of the clock on the wall was still ringing.

Gladstone's face sank like water, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop made of precious wood.

Time is full of depressing, passing by every minute and every second.

It seems that only a moment passed, and it seemed that a long time passed. Chamberlain felt that he was a little dazed. Although he had always disagreed with Gladstone on the Irish issue, he was so clear and resolute in opposing this man with great reputation. This is the first time for the old prime minister.

Gladstone has the title of "Lion" in the political arena. Chamberlain has always been indifferent to this, thinking that it is a flattery from the opponent's supporters. I really understand how worthy the title of lion is.

"I refuse," Gladstone began.

Chamberlain's figure trembled slightly, but he was not a weak person. He tried his best to keep his face straight, trying to make himself appear majestic and calm:
"If that's your answer, then I see."

He stood up, saluted the old prime minister in front of him again, then put the black top hat on the table back on his head, turned and opened the door to leave.

Gladstone watched this subordinate, junior, and companion whom he once admired go out without looking back, and he didn't say a single word of convincing.

The male lion never bows his head, only a slight sense of loneliness flashes in his eyes.

"Boom."

Chamberlain closed the wooden door behind him heavily, paused slightly, and then let out a long sigh.
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The second floor of Villa Brioni, the reception room.

"From my personal point of view, I don't have any opinions." Di Renjie looked at the slightly restricted scene in front of him, secretly suspecting that his forehead must be shining brightly at this moment:

"Of course we still need to ask Sherlock's opinion first."

So Ms. Adler turned her head again and looked at Sherlock under her.

Sherlock's expression at this time is very wonderful, embarrassment and shame, and behind this embarrassment and shame, there is also a hint of bewilderment and appreciation.

Yes, appreciate it.

In all his life, Sherlock had never met a woman who made him feel so special, outside of his own family.

Adler is smart and strong, not only can always see through their thoughts, but she can even introduce the two conceited "smart people" step by step into the rhythm of action that she is good at.

It had been a long time since Sherlock had encountered such a situation of being completely suppressed by someone, not to mention that it was a woman, which made him curious about her like never before.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond for a long time, Adler seemed to see through Sherlock's mind again. She lightly pursed her red lips, leaned into Sherlock's ear, and whispered in a rather ambiguous voice and posture:

"Be careful, Mr. Sherlock, curiosity is the first step in falling in love with a woman."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Sherlock to respond, she stood up gracefully and stood in front of Di Renjie and Sherlock:
"Well, that's the end of the emotional exchange session. I think we should have learned a lot about each other now."

Adler stood in front of the two of them like an actor taking a curtain call and said solemnly:

"I need you to do something for me in the future, and in exchange, I can give you information beyond your imagination."

Her words made Di Renjie and Sherlock's eyes wide open with interest.

"Intelligence beyond our imagination? What kind of intelligence are you referring to? What if we don't feel it's worth it after we get the information?" Sherlock asked the question quickly, as if he could forget the embarrassing scene he experienced just now .

"I can tell you a clue. The information I want to disclose is related to the case you are investigating." Adler said and winked at the two.

Sherlock and Di Renjie looked at each other, and nodded tacitly:
"And how do you make sure we're willing to keep our promises when we hear the news?"

"What a considerate gentleman." Adler smiled and clapped his hands, as if to praise the two of them: "So before I tell you this information, I need you to give me a pledge, you know, the most valuable one A sort of."

After finishing speaking, she stared at Sherlock's coat pocket, and added with a smile: "Forget about the pocket watch in your pocket, let the projection of a fourth-order powerhouse follow you, I don't have such a thing. Big guts."

This is obviously another sentence with a huge amount of information, which shows that Adler not only knows that Sherlock has a pocket watch in his coat pocket, but also knows that this pocket watch is the projection container of a fourth-order powerhouse.

This is a secret that not many people know. Except for Mycroft, an insider, Sherlock only exposed the existence of Francis in the sudden crisis at the Helot Cemetery.

This made Sherlock and Di Renjie immediately guess that the other party might have an informant with a high status in the Tower of London.

Although Di Renjie had expected this, such a sudden establishment of a department would definitely be mixed with a lot of sand, but the fact that these sands even knew about this level of confidential events still made Di Renjie feel a little uneasy.

Of course, there is another possibility. The reason why the other party was able to know this secret was not because of the high status and authority of the other party, but because this informant was one of the participants in the Helot Cemetery incident.
Di Renjie's mind was spinning rapidly, and many thoughts flashed through at once, but right now is not the time to think about this issue. What should be used to gain Adler's trust is the more important issue.

Although it has been a while since he and Sherlock stepped into the extraordinary world, there are not too many truly precious things about them.

The small pocket watch belonging to His Excellency Francis, and the life-saving gold coins that Disraeli gave to the two of them. These things have reasons not to be exchanged, but what other things have the value of being exchanged?

Thinking about it, Di Renjie's eyes lit up, and he carefully took out a storage box from his arms. The box was filled with cotton wool, and in the middle of the cotton wool, there were two tubes of reagents wrapped.

The two tubes of reagents looked small, but as Di Renjie took them out, the golden light instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

"Glow of Creation!" Adler stretched out his tongue and licked his lips slightly, she was obviously moved.

The value of this kind of glow in the market is not low. It is a strategic resource for absorbing fresh blood in the eternal balance path. Even the third-level powerhouse of this path cannot take out a bottle casually.

However, although the value of this tube of radiance is not low, it has not yet reached Adler's psychological price:
"One bottle is not enough."

"Then what about the two bottles?" Di Renjie also took out the remaining tube of Creation Glow from the storage box: "With their value, even if we break the appointment in the end, it will be hard for you to suffer, isn't it?"

The golden light emitted by the two test tubes illuminated the entire room brightly.

"Barely enough, but you still need to agree to one more request. It's not too difficult. Miss Jane is my guest, and she doesn't know everything behind the scenes, so I hope you can try to protect her safety so that She will not be harmed because of your investigation." Adler was moved by Di Renjie's "money" offensive, so she put forward her final conditions.

Di Renjie agreed without hesitation: "Yes, but I will give you the second bottle of Creation Glow after you have finished telling the information."

"That's reasonable." Adler nodded and agreed to Di Renjie's conditions, and then she took the first bottle of Creation Glow from Di Renjie:

"Then, please listen carefully."

Di Renjie and Sherlock immediately pricked up their ears, for fear of missing any word.

(End of this chapter)