The woman called Erin's smile on her face was very light, but she was very charming. Her beautiful eyes had a perfect curve, and even if you look at her eyes alone, she could almost be comparable to Nightingale.

Moreover, the perfect charm made these eyes add a hint of temptation that Miss Nightingale did not have. This is what only after experiencing countless ups and downs in life can one have, and truly examine the eyes of this world from the perspective of a woman.

However, after responding with Sherlock and Catherine's smile, the woman did not come over, and did not take the opportunity to start a certain topic. She just stood up slowly and left the bar.

It was as if she opened the bottle of priceless wine, but she really felt that Catherine was in a rare mood today.

Catherine watched Miss Erin's departure.

Sherlock was also looking at Erin's back silently.

Not silent in the other party's wine, but in the process of Erin's departure, a very tall and strong man slowly walked out of the shadow, followed her quietly, and walked out.

On these steps, the man didn't say a word, and even lowered his head slightly and posed in a humble manner. He looked like an ordinary big bodyguard, but his body hidden in his clothes gave Sherlock a sense of danger for a moment.

Moreover, before the other party walked out of the shadow, Sherlock did not notice him.

"Who is this Miss Erin Adler?" he asked involuntarily.

"A rich man." Catherine replied.

"Rich people?"

"Yes, it's just a rich man, not a banker or a businessman, um. It may be all, but no one knows what industry she has and how much money she has. She is very mysterious.

As for her identity in the open, she is the owner of this bar.”

"So that's it." Sherlock picked up the cup in front of him and carefully tasted the wine in the cup, but he didn't think it was delicious, so he said a little regretfully: "Then is she showing you this wine?"

Catherine thought for a while, then shook her head: "I don't know, she and I are not that familiar with her, but I have met her several times when I came here to have dinner, and there is no intersection in the rest. In fact, this is the first time we greeted her."

Speaking of this, Catherine suddenly realized something. She looked at Sherlock with great seriousness, even squinted her eyes, and began to examine him seriously. After a few seconds, she finally spoke slowly:

"She won't be for you."

Outside the bar, a carriage had been parked at some point.

Erin and the extra-burly bodyguard walked into the carriage, the driver gently waved his whip, and the car began to move forward.

In the seat, Erin looked at her bodyguard's fists that were constantly clenching and opening, and smiled slightly: "Don't hold it in your heart if you have something, Godfrey, ask if you want to."

As soon as these words came out, the bodyguard, who was called Godfrey, seemed to have received some amnesty order. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked immediately:

"Miss, that bottle of wine is your treasure. A few years ago, the Imperial Minister of Finance came to visit, but you were not willing to open it. Today, it was because of the daughter of the old dean who made an exception?"

Erin smiled better. Any man might fall for this charming posture, but the strong man who was over 210 cm tall did not dare to have a slight blasphemy.

"Of course it's not because of that little girl." Erin said: "It's because of the person opposite her. But I can't walk over and say 'I want to make friends with you'. That's too abrupt, so I have to start from the perspective of that little girl."

Erin should be just over 30 years old. Maybe she has taken good care of herself and looks younger than her actual age, but no matter what, she shouldn't be called Catherine little girl.

But when she said this title, she didn't feel it was inconsistent.

"That man?" Godfrey frowned, and several scar-like folds appeared on his forehead: "Isn't that guy just a private detective?"

"Yes. But a private detective must have something extraordinary to be selected among so many people. Moreover, she didn't see the little girl from the Darwin family in a good mood. She trusted that detective, not only because the other party also felt that her father was murdered, but more because she really felt that that man could really help her find the murderer."

Godfrey's eyebrows slightly eased, but not completely eased.

Because in his eyes, no matter how extraordinary the detective was, even if he could really find the murderer, he was not worthy of the lady's initiative to show his goodwill.

"Haha, of course there are other reasons." Erin easily saw her bodyguard's thoughts, so she continued:

"Some time ago, there was an airship crash in London. It was no secret. At that time, Nightingale happened to be in London. Of course, it was not a secret.

However, no one noticed that a man named Sherlock Holmes participated in the registration for the cured candidate, but was screened out because his condition was not urgent enough.

No one noticed that at dusk that day, a telephone call was made in a public telephone room outside the London Medical Association, and the number was from Aucklando Cathedral in London.

This church is the main venue of the Day of Holy Love.

And right behind the church, there is a small villa built together at that time."

Godfrey listened to his lady's words very seriously.

Although he was just a reckless man with muscles from any angle he looked at himself, in fact, his mind was much more delicate than ordinary men, otherwise he would not have been with Erin.

So after hearing these words, he gradually realized something, but this idea was too surprising, which led to him not saying anything after a long time.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Erin turned her head and looked out the window. The lights in the night were like stars on the dark sky:

"Yes, I know this guess is a bit unrealistic. After all, the other party is just a civilian, but if that guy named Sherlock really knows the Holy Son of the Holy See, everything seems to be particularly natural.

And haven't you noticed that after the Holy Love Day in London this year, no newspapers published relevant reports. Although it can be understood as "being covered by an airship fall", it is impossible to be so clean.

So, something must have happened on the day of Holy Love.

Even in the airship crash, there were some things I didn’t dare to think about, and all of these things contained the shadow of this private detective.

Now that the old dean is dead, this guy appears in the Academy of Life Sciences and next to the dean's daughter.

Haha, I can guarantee that the bottle of wine is worth it.”

Erin said, still looking at the view outside the window, and her smile was always on her lips, but there seemed to be a strange resentment in that smile:

"But I'm worried that this bottle of wine will not win too much favor from that detective. After all, I will have to apologize to him in person soon."

Godfrey didn't answer this sentence

In his eyes, the woman in front of him was almost the smartest woman in the world, so the word "apology" is spoken from her mouth, which will naturally make people feel that the guy named Sherlock is not worthy!

But then I thought that just this afternoon, the transport airship flying over from the Redk Strait had landed on the periphery of the Academy of Life Sciences.

And the terrible commander who would make people afraid of the name on the front line of Hell Gate is now on his way here.

Godfrey was in a much better mood.

Because Commander Baskerville came this time to recycle his contract demon, and his demon, as an important "evidence" to kill the old dean, would definitely not let it be taken away casually.

In this case, there will definitely be some intersection between the two people.

And according to Baskerville's bloodthirsty nature.

That guy named Sherlock will definitely die directly at his hands
Chapter completed!