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At such a delicate moment, Mycroft's visit seemed so unexpected yet reasonable.

Holmes looked at Mycroft's disgusted gaze and was a little speechless.He turned his head to look at Annie who came out by himself, and raised his eyebrows.

"Mycroft, this is..."

Before he finished speaking, Mycroft stretched out his hand first, with a gentlemanly expression on his face: "Miss Annie, I've heard of you for a long time."

Anne glanced at Holmes at the side, smiled and bowed to Mycroft.Neither handshake, nor polite.Even Mycroft couldn't say which behavior he should be angry about.

Obviously, he was the one who "invited" Annie who was hiding in the corner first...

Holmes looked at his elder brother, but the words in his mouth were directed at Anne: "I thought, you said earlier that you didn't want to see anyone else?"

Annie raised her eyebrows, feeling a little annoyed when she mentioned this.That's why, at the beginning, he refuted McCaw's face a little.

She smiled and said, "But, your elder brother blatantly looked in my direction three times, and the last time lasted for three seconds. I think he must want to get to know me."

McCoff picked up the black tea prepared by Mrs. Hudson and took a sip.

"To be precise, I watched it four times, Miss Anne."

Annie sat down and straightened her skirt casually: "Really, Sherlock?"

Holmes glanced at Anne, and said, "For the first time, it was just a glance, and it was obvious that nothing was wrong. This should not be counted."

Mycroft was inexplicably stunned by his younger brother, and he didn't know why he should be surprised first.

Did Annie call him Sherlock, or did Xiali speak for that Annie?

However, no matter which one it is, it has nothing to do with his purpose of coming today.McCoff decided to temporarily suppress this unhappiness.

"You have to know that the oil painting that was stolen a few days ago has caused a lot of trouble," said Mycroft.

Holmes turned his head: "You know I'm going to be very busy these days."

The intelligence organization has dealt with many family matters this afternoon. Obviously, Inspector Lestrade's trip has caused complaints from the intelligence organization.

There is no way, if Lestrade and the others do it, many things will not be really dealt with.After all, there's really no need to waste time on whether a cat is actually startled by a passing car.

But who can find a way to set up a perfectionist leader?

However, McCoff is also capable, and the people who lead the intelligence organization are developing well.

This is really, sweet trouble...

"Perfectionism" Mycroft obviously didn't take it to heart. He continued to Holmes, "Actually, these two things do not conflict. I even suspect that there is an unimaginable connection behind them."

He put an envelope on Holmes' desk.

"as you like."

Holmes watched Mycroft leave, and sat down on his chair a little tiredly.

Anne took two steps forward and picked up the envelope.She waved before Holmes' eyes: "So, are you ready to pick it up?"

Holmes looked up, but said nothing.

Annie curled her lips: "Actually, I also doubt the relationship between the two. Porturiel... Don't you think it's too coincidental?"

The solo exhibition is just two days after the Renaissance-themed exhibition, and the time is so close.Still in the same position, all kinds of things show the relationship between the two.

Holmes nodded: "So, I am indeed going to investigate."

Annie laughed, and couldn't help but knocked Holmes on the forehead: "Then why did you lie to Mycroft?"

Holmes said, "It doesn't look good on him."

Sherlock Holmes is probably the only one who can speak of his temper in such a righteous and dignified manner.

It made Annie want to smile a little bit.

Holmes stood up and rubbed his forehead belatedly: "Why did you hit me?"

Annie turned around: "I didn't hit..."

Flick the forehead, what a gentle way!

Holmes: "...it hurts."

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The night had fallen completely.

Darren looked out the window without the slightest smile in his eyes.He silently walked into the kitchen and threw away the cold steak for the third time.

Delicious beef stew in red wine, without the slightly hot steam and tangy aroma when it was just out of the pan.The baked potatoes on the side also gradually lost their crispy shells due to cooling.Soaked in the vegetable oil that coats the potatoes, it has softened, and it doesn't even smell attractive anymore.

This plate was thrown away by Darren at once.

The man's face was heavy, and even his hands unconsciously added some strength.Darren himself was a little surprised by the sound of the dropped object.

He looked at his pocket watch, the time on it made him squint his eyes.

Darren turned his head, looked at the door and thought for a long time.Suddenly turned around and went to the room.

When he came out again, he had already put on his coat and strode out.

The two people in Baker Street were not affected by the night at all, and they were still discussing their future plans.

"So, apart from waiting, there's nothing else we can do on the surface?" Annie asked.

Holmes turned his head: "Yes, on the bright side."

There were no clues, but the opponent was obviously planning to have a good match with Holmes.

Under the threat of Watson's life, even Sherlock Holmes was not confident enough to rashly provoke him.

Annie came over and picked up the only piece of paper.

"You know, the origin of this paper..." Annie said tentatively.

Holmes sighed, turned to look at Annie, and remained silent for a while.

Annie looked at him, pouted and put the paper down.

"I understand that the other party has to be unaware of the investigation."

This is probably the embarrassment of throwing a mouse at the mouse... Annie thought to herself, feeling that it was extremely tricky at this time.

The other party gave Watson's handwriting, which was not an imitation.Holmes judged with his own eyes that both diction and personal writing habits, and even the turning force of the brushstrokes, were exactly the same.

That is to say, when they left, Watson was still intact.At least, there is no problem in writing something.

The strokes are coherent, although there is a little trembling, but it is all caused by the natural tension of the human body.When the other party gave it, they must have already thought about it.

Watson is intact.

The next game, Mr. Holmes, will you play or not...

The careless message came over, and the level of arrogance was completely provocative.

"Okay." Annie gave up her thoughts.

Holmes was obviously very grateful for Annie's concession. Not everyone would be able to be so calm under such arrogant ridicule.

What's more, Watson and Anne have nothing to do with each other.

"Thank you," said Holmes inwardly.

When Mr. Detective looked at Annie's profile, he thought so in his heart.I don't know why, but after Holmes finished reading, Annie turned her head to look over, and she met Holmes' eyes.

Holmes: ...

He turned his gaze away, pretending like nothing happened.

Annie laughed, and her curved eyes were full of smiles, so cute.

Holmes touched the tips of his ears, and couldn't help rubbing them.

Therefore, the rosiness at the tip of the ear must be due to rubbing it out by myself, and it has nothing to do with who is staring at each other!

thought Holmes.

"I think you'll need this." Mrs. Hudson knocked on the door with some refreshments.

Holmes stood up, a little impatiently: "As I said, I don't need these things. These are all Watson..."

The sudden silence caused Annie's eyes to flicker.

Mrs. Hudson didn't seem to be affected much, and put down the snack plate with a smile.Greeting Annie, very warm.

"Annie, right?" said Mrs. Hudson.

Annie nodded: "Mrs. Hudson, good evening."

It was the first time Mrs. Hudson saw Holmes, and she even brought Anne back to 221B.This is definitely the first time. Although it is a helper in solving the case, it is completely exciting and good news.

Mrs. Hudson and Anne exchanged a few words, and when they turned around, Holmes was still standing there blankly.Immediately, he walked over, pulled Holmes to take a snack, and involuntarily sipped tea.

"You disgusting woman!" Holmes was stunned and furious.

Mrs. Hudson was not afraid at all. Instead, she patted Holmes: "Watson, I will be back. I believe in you, and you must also believe in yourself. If you want to solve the case, you must not forget to rest. You can't, it takes physical strength Time, please ask Annie..."

As she spoke, Mrs. Hudson smiled and glanced at Anne.

Holmes: ...That's because you didn't see her skills.

Mrs. Hudson: It's hard to get back to Anne, not easy.

Annie: Am I missing something...

In any case, Mrs. Hudson's visit calmed down the anger in the room.

Annie glanced at the pocket watch, her eyes widened suddenly, and she was taken aback by the time on the watch.

"Uh, I might need to go back..." Annie said, "I'm already a lot late..."

Annie, who had been in the health-preserving mode early on, was a little nervous when Darren kept a close eye on her time to go home.

What to do, I seem to be late.

Holmes didn't speak, but took care of himself quickly.Came to the door, opened the door.He even went out first.

"Come on, it is getting late. I will see you off," said Holmes.

Outside the door, Darren smiled and shook his head: "No, I'll just pick her up and go back."

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