[Zhongyingmei] Candy for you, life to me

Angie doesn't know what Mr. Holmes's plan is, but she knows that this is not Washington. There are no superheroes or superpowers. If the detective wants to get the photo, he has to step into Angie's apartment.

Therefore, An Qi waited for several days, expecting someone to break in, or some unimaginable emergency.

But there was nothing, and life went on as usual, except for Mr. "Godfrey Norton" who had married Angie, Angie still had no visitors.And Professor Moriarty, who was dressed as a lawyer, even made several jokes about her expectant and anxious appearance.

This is not easy, you must know that the professor has always taken good care of An Qi, but there is no emotion in it.In name they were already a couple, but when he was alone with Angie, he still did not touch Angie much except for the routine greeting and kisses as before he left Warsaw.

It doesn't matter, An Qi's interest has been completely diverted now.

Fortunately, her waiting was not in vain.

Just a week after she became a "married woman", Angie came back from the concert. Her carriage was parked in front of the Brioni mansion. The coachman had just pulled the leash closer. Angie hadn't opened the door yet. Then I heard the noise outside the carriage.

She stepped out of the carriage, almost as if rehearsed, and the bums of the street stirred.

A quarrel started by someone who did not know ignited the entire street, and the guards rushed to blowing whistles almost immediately. An Qi stood in the chaotic crowd, almost instinctively stopped.

And such a pause is fatal.

Seeing that the rioting crowd was about to accidentally injure An Qi, a tall and thin figure rushed over.

"Ma'am, be careful!"

She instinctively raised her hand to protect her head, but it took a long time to arrive without injury.

The thin figure fell to the ground and groaned in pain, which caused the chaotic crowd to stop suddenly, and then the guards quickly stopped the chaos.

An Qi looked down at the man who fell to the ground. His face was covered with blood, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

"My God."

More guards came from the street, and one of them squatted down in front of the man. An Qi couldn't help asking, "Is this gentleman okay?"

Guard: "Fortunately, he just fainted, the wound is deep, damn it, send him to the hospital quickly!"

At this time, a woman with good intentions on the side of the road came over: "This is not acceptable, he will die if he doesn't reach the hospital!"

"so what should I do now?"

"Of course the bleeding must be stopped first," said the woman. "He can't just lie on the ground like this! Why don't you carry him into the house, ma'am, we have to stop the bleeding!"

Ah, Angie got it.

She waited for a week, didn't she just wait for this opportunity.

At that moment, Angie's heart beat faster, and she instinctively clutched the hem of her skirt. This nervousness was well recognized by others as a young lady's guard against strangers entering the room, but she quickly calmed down. Feeling.

"I know some medical skills, Inspector," she said after a moment of hesitation, "move him to my living room, and I can sew up his wound."

The guard was taken aback: "You know medicine."

Thanks to the experience in Washington in the previous life, Angelia Lecter's adoptive father was once a surgeon.Although Angie's level is not very high, she is still more reliable than doctors in the Victorian era.

"bring it on."

She picked up her skirt and walked to the door.

"Bring him in, Inspector!"

After An Qi entered the door, she went straight into the bedroom and took out her medicine box.

The guard put the gentleman down and left. At this time, there was only Angie in the room besides the maid.She briefly explained the outside affairs to the maid, and then dismissed the worried servant.An Qi took out the alcohol, wet the handkerchief, and wiped the blood off the face of the man lying on the sofa.

This time he didn't pretend.

After all, no matter what makeup method is used, after such contact and rubbing with alcohol, there will always be some clues.An Qi's movements were gentle, and soon his original face appeared in front of her.

So he looks like this.

She was about the same as An Qi imagined, about 40 years old, with high cheekbones, an aquiline nose, and a pale and sharp face.If James Moriarty concealed everything under a well-dressed and icy polite surface, then Mr. Sherlock Holmes can be said to be aggressive and hale and hearty.

It's a pity that he has to pretend to be dizzy right now, An Qi can't see his eyes.

Moreover, he will not be really injured.

An Qi got up and lit the candlestick, put it on the table next to the sofa, picked up the needle and thread and was about to sterilize it, when she suddenly heard the person on the sofa behind cough violently.

She was startled and came back to her senses: "Sir, are you awake? Are you okay?"

Mr. Holmes on the sofa made a difficult breathing appearance.

An Qi got up without thinking, and opened the window.

In the next moment, An Qi felt a burst of violent smoke explode from the edge of her fireplace and spread, almost immediately there was a shout outside the window: "It's on fire!"

She heard her maid screaming too.

It turned out to be the case.

An Qi almost didn't even think about it, she went straight to the door of the living room and locked the maid who wanted to come in to check the situation.Then Angie turned around. She first subconsciously looked towards her bedroom, and then immediately understood Mr. Holmes' intention.

If Moriarty hadn't reminded her, she would have put away the photos first.So, Mr. Detective, don't you know where she hid the photo?It is really a stubborn but effective trick. It must take a lot of time to create such a mess.

interesting.

Angie secretly smiled with her back to the sofa.

She walked to the window with anxious steps, and closed the window again.In fact, the thick smoke that came from nowhere had dissipated, probably something like a smoke bomb——An Qi didn't know much about the military level of this era, so she could only guess.

Since he created this opportunity, An Qi will never let him go easily.

The man on the sofa sat up with difficulty, he opened his eyes, and those hawk-like eyes locked on An Qi.

"Miss?"

He coughed a few times and spoke in a vague manner.

Angie raised her lips.

"It's on fire..."

she whispered.

The young lady left the window and walked to the tea table beside the sofa.She looked down at the burning candlestick, and then looked up at the man sitting on the sofa.

"I don't have the picture, sir. You've come here in vain, but this is a good opportunity."

Speaking of which, An Qi gently reached out and pushed the candlestick to the ground.

The flame ignited the carpet next to An Qi, and a real flame sprang up, connecting the sofa, wooden table and the whole room, burning slowly.

But Angie remained motionless, and neither did Mr. Holmes, who was seated.

"I have to speak to you, Mr. Detective."