"Use your skills .. make me 'Irene Adler' say it."

Hot breath blows on the ears. Immediately, Holmes' mask and hat were taken off.

"Mr. Great Detective. The famous Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

The lady who introduces her name was Irene Adler, furtive smiled. When many eyes were on Holmes because of her one sentence. As soon as a whisper of Sherlock Holmes's name spread, she lifts the mask on her lips, met the detective's gaze one last time, and let go of the mask and hat. In the blink of an eye, when those things touched ground, the mysterious lady had disappeared from the basement.

"Wait a ..."

Holmes stepped on to chase after the lady. However, two suit men with fierce faces stood in front of the door, blocked his way. That was the second Holmes realized that the auction stage host stopped calling the price number. Many people's talking voices disappeared. And almost every pair of eyes gathered on him. The gaze was like watching the rats rushing out onto the dining table as the humans arranged a feast.

"Sherlock Holmes, Scotland Yard's minion."

One of the two men standing in front said in a ruthless voice. Whether those words are a statement, questionable, or insulting comments. Holmes, who would deny that he was not a Lestrade or Scotland Yard’s minion, could argue to himself only. As he knows very well, these auction people hated anyone connect with Scotland Yard to the bone.

Irene Adler's one word put Sherlock Holmes in a terrible situation.

"I go out, now."

Holmes raised both hands and gave up a surrender expression. Then slowly lowered down to get the hat and mask. If he moves against these people even a little. He might become a new item on the auction stage.

"Wa-wait a minute, slow down."

Two men in a suit, an auction bodyguard, locked his left and right arms drag Holmes out of the basement. Holmes was carried by two men through the banquet area to the exit door. Before the legs stepped out of the venue. The fact that makes heart fell away, cursing Sherlock Holmes to stand still.

Why is he so easily carried away by those men. Why didn't he see the silver-haired man who should have waited. What happened to his partner who promised to meet.

... Watson disappeared ...

Inside the banquet area. The young waiter glanced at the detective, who was carried by the bodyguards. A young waiter's eyes, tired of service work, staring at a mountain of used water glasses. There was a Chinese brush tattoo on the back of his hand show when he picks up those glasses and put them on the tray. He muttered in a voice that would not reach his target.

"We are ''The Man with No Lie ', just ... we haven't told them 'ALL the truth'."