'He' had met many women in his life.

A woman who is a member of a clan is like a family. The woman who fell in love with his face. Women who come in close for commercial or financial gain.

Recently there have been two women who are so smart, so efficient, that they have been promoted to his close assistant. One of them always had a flat expression; she had beautiful fine golden hair. The other had dark hair and black eyes, the invisible color.

Wainwright Armstrong opened his eyes, feeling that the balance of his body had disappeared. He tried to raise his right arm, but he didn't feel what it was supposed to have. Then, turning around, he saw nothing but emptiness.

This is a dream. Is he dreaming? But he was still lying in bed, hear the birds sing. A loud conversation could be heard coming from far away.

If it's not a dream...

Why hasn't he died yet?

His right arm was amputated, and he fell into a pool of unstoppable blood. But, even so, how could he still open his eyes?

"You really are as tough as I thought."

He does his best to rolled eyes to the owner of the voice that was so familiar. When he tried to sit up, the waves of pain surged until his consciousness almost faded. Then, opening his eyes from the pain, he saw the woman's face in close distance. She looked down at him, her long fingers caressing his face with a smile.

"You saved me…why?"

Wainwright questioned Irene Adler. Although she wasn't the one who did it, she was the reason for the brutal took away the organs that had been with him since birth. Her goal was a black diamond armlet. In fact, she could stab his heart or shoot his brain and then slowly pry the armlet off. But for what reason, she chose to amputate his arm and then devoted first aid to save one step further to hell life.

It was true that he had special feelings for her, but that was no way why she helped him.

"Do you want to know the reason?"

He silently stared at those black eyes and shook his head.

"I don't listen to fiction." After saying that, Irene smiled and laughed lightly. He knew her as much as she knew what he was thinking throughout the time they worked together. "What is the hidden purpose you saved me?"

"If I say no. Would you believe it?"

"...no." He sighed, and as he spoke several sentences, his whole body felt tired. "I'm not dead. Isn't that like you betrayed your gang?"

"Our organization needs only diamonds. Don't care about others thing. Will be eliminated only by those who intervene. Even though I killed the owner of another diamond."

When talking about the owner of another diamond. He thought of his cousin's face. A person who has the same position as him and wants others to call him 'leader'. Different from him who prefers the word 'boss'.

"Did you kill… Griswald?" Although he didn't know what the organization would do with the diamonds. But there's no way they miss Griswald's white diamond armlet.

"Griswald is dead. But neither I nor the organization killed him," replied Irene truthfully. "It was John H. Watson. That man madly killed your clan."

Cousin Griswald was killed. William and the other members of the family were killed. Surprisingly, he listened quietly to these stories as if they were about someone far away story. He had lost the diamond armlet symbolizing the Armstrong Clan Leader. He became crippled with no right arm by the hand of a betrayal love of his life. But surprisingly, even now, he did not feel angry or resentful. It was as if he had left everything at the edge of hell. When he opened his eyes again, he was free as he had never been.

"Alright, mine turn to ask you a question. Who are you now?"

‘Wainwright Armstrong’

The answer was stuck in his head. He could no longer belong to the Armstrong family, and his appearance was notoriety. He could easily imagine himself being revenge by many gangs.

Not knowing what to answer, he looked at her. Even though she said, the organization doesn't care about anything other than diamonds. But the ferocity of the underground organization he knew best.

"And who are you?"

He didn't know who the person in front of him was. The real Irene Adler, who wasn't his closest assistant. Not a woman from the organization. Whether it's family, childhood, career, normal social life, he knows nothing. All he knows is... she'll never tell him.

"So, who am I?" Irene smiled and picked up the leather bag. "A new millionaire in a distant country, is it good?"

She poured the contents of the bag onto his chest. The weight and luster reflected in his eyes. He opened his eyes in disbelief, recall that this was Behrouz Zakaria's coins and jewels treasure purse and thought it might have burned down with the house. When did she secretly take it, he doesn't care. The thing that resonated in his head was the words that...

... distant country...

"You invited me…." He said uncertainly. The answer was a smile from a special woman. He chuckles. He doesn't want to be a millionaire, doesn't need power.

"I want to be a normal, happy person."

He reached his left hand and gently touched her cheek. He didn't know why he felt this way to her, nor how she felt to him. He doesn't know what the future will be like. All he knew was a second chance to open his eyes again, to say the words that have been kept for a long time.

"I love you. Will you marry me."

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"So, those women have already obtained two diamonds."

James Moriarty said after hearing the story of the organization from Sherlock Holmes, the two of them sat in a meeting room. Wait for the other Free Man Hand members to arrive.

"It seems their next target will be the red diamonds," Holmes said, inferring from Irene's aim red diamond from the underground auction and red ruby stolen by Behrouz.

"Hmm, red, the rarest color among the colored diamonds," Moriarty said, his eyes staring at the void of the wall. "If I had a chance to see it, it would be nice, right?"

"Hmm, at the auction, there are fakes for sale. But, having said that, recently, I had the opportunity to see many expensive, beautiful items."

Even Holmes said that he had a chance to see expensive, beautiful things but his eyes and voice were not as excited. Because he knew that those expensive items came with invaluable losses.

"What about your injuries?"

"It's completely healed."

After a short Q&A, they didn't know what to say, so they sat in silence without feeling awkward about what no one spoke. Until someone walked in.

"Ah, I found you."

A small young man spoke like a song. He walked towards Holmes and Moriarty with an innocent childish smile. Holmes remembered that the man had stuffed a package of tobacco in his pocket.

"Mr. Holmes and Mr. Moriarty, I received a message for you two. from Mr. Ashton and the other ' See you in room number 9' they said."

Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty immediately looked at each other. They ignored the man and wondered why they were suddenly summoned elsewhere. And it's Moriarty that gets up first.

"By the way, there is talk about dolls. The call to room number 9 is probably about the doll," said James.

"Thank you for telling me the news." Holmes got up and lightly patted the young man's shoulder. But that man grabbed his hand tightly. Big green eyes shone brightly, lips draw an innocent smile.

"How are 'things' I gave you? Want more?"

Holmes knew he meant a package of tobacco. He smiled politely and pulled his hand back.

"No, I'm clean," Holmes replied clearly.

"Eh, why is that?"

"There is someone who doesn't want me to smoke," Holmes said that and walked out of the meeting room with Moriarty. On the way to room 9, Moriarty turned to him.

"That doll..."

"You mean Watson?"

"Up to now, those who are curious are still at the level of rumors. But you should be careful. If things got out, there might be a resolution to destroy that doll." Moriarty stopped walking and stared straight into Holmes' eyes. "If it happens, I couldn't help defend for you."

"Um, thanks for the warning, James. I'll be careful."

The two walked into room number 9 when they opened the door. The other Free Man Hand members were standing around something that evoked Holmes' memories.

"Mr. Holmes. Look at this, what do you think?"

"That doll has evolved when with you. So, we came up with a new experimental project. Wish you will cooperate."

Sherlock Holmes looked at what was in the middle of the encirclement, feeling out of place. He turned his gaze to the displeased James before looking at everyone in the room, and finally he looking at...

'THAT'.

Case 2 END