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The road to Portulil is not far.However, under the tight schedule of Watson's work, the two of them unanimously accelerated their speed.

Holmes said that the next game would begin this afternoon.

Anne believed him.

So, time is running out.They all know that if they still can't seize the opportunity this time, they will control the other party, who is used to stopping earlier.

I'm afraid, no matter how many puzzles they were able to solve, they would not have John Watson.

It's a real headache.

The car walked all the way, leaving a rut all the way.

Holmes took off his disguise hat and pulled out a fake beard from nowhere.It was quickly pasted on his chin. If Annie hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, it would be unimaginable that his disguise would be so fast and without leaving any traces.

"This hat..." Annie raised her eyebrows, "Are you planning to find a place to throw it away?"

Holmes nodded and gave Anne a fake mustache smile.With a wave of his hand, the hat was thrown out the car window.It is estimated that in the near future, someone passing by will pick it up, pat the dirt on it, and wear it on his head.

Let the potential investigators behind suddenly deviate from the direction.

Annie nodded appreciatively, and gently stroked Holmes' fake beard.Unexpected discovery, this seems to feel good.It's not much worse than the real thing.

"It's amazing, your cross-dressing." Annie praised.

Holmes glanced at her, and sighed exaggeratedly: "But, you don't see it every time..."

Annie smiled without saying a word.

Holmes raised his eyebrows: "I think, even if I ask again, how did you see me, you won't tell me the truth?"

"Even if I tell you, you won't believe me!" Annie argued.

Holmes looked at the road outside, and happened to be in front of Porturiel's gate.

When the car stopped, Annie gave the driver coins.

Holmes leaned over and whispered, "Then why don't you try talking first?"

Annie nodded to the coachman, turned her head, and put away her things.Before getting out of the car, he smiled at Holmes as if joking.

"Your walking posture is very special..."

Your walking posture is very special...

The walking posture is very special...

The posture is very special...

Even Holmes couldn't help being startled by this unexpected answer.He got out of the car in a daze and followed Annie.

Seeing that Annie seemed to be walking a lot more briskly, Holmes shook his head helplessly.

It was clearly a joke, but he was still thinking so seriously.Really, you have to be careful all the time, otherwise, no one will be punished by this Anne anytime soon!

Holmes warned himself earnestly, but he still habitually followed Annie step by step and turned around step by step, entering Portulier's back door from a hidden path.

"How do you know about this place?" Holmes was a little surprised.

You know, when he came back for the first time, he observed carefully and asked some side details before deducing that he had found this excellent trail.

Anne pushed open the small door hidden in the woods and beckoned Holmes to go in.

After the door was gently closed, Anne whispered in Holmes' ear, "Brown told me."

Holmes: ...There is such an operation!

He seriously doubted that if he had worked with Annie for a long time, would he unconsciously use her straightforward way.

But... it seems that sometimes, it's not bad?

"Let's go?" Anne urged in a low voice, seeing Holmes standing there in a daze.

Annie's voice woke Holmes from his thoughts. He looked over and encountered two figures approaching.Years of habit made him quickly block Annie, and then turned to the blind spot next to him.

"Quiet," he whispered, and waited a moment.The sound of two footsteps gradually drifted away before letting go.

Annie pursed her lips, and unconsciously rubbed her pinched chin.

Only then did Holmes realize that he had habitually covered Annie's mouth.This is something that he always needs to worry about when cooperating with Watson.

That Mr. Watson is always frightened by some boring things.He would even scream in a very rude way, which surprised him very much.

At this time, Holmes would unconsciously wonder whether Watson would occasionally scream like this on the battlefield.It's really worrying for him...

Anne skillfully tugged Holmes to wake him up from his trance.

"You were too tired yesterday." Annie said cryptically, "I think you always seem... er... very tired today?"

Holmes lowered his head, looked at Annie who was confined between the wall and his arms, and took a step back somewhat awkwardly.He shook his head in denial.

In order to prove that he is qualified enough for today's job, he even volunteered to lead the way.

The so-called volunteering is to consciously speed up two steps and walk in front of Annie.

Annie: ...why do you walk so fast all of a sudden?He wants to tell me, is his physical strength okay?

Holmes still walked ahead, his rich experience allowed him to always choose another path at the right time and avoid all inspections in time.Let Annie walk a little smoothly, and even wondered if it was like walking in her own garden.

Holmes was keenly aware of Anne's thoughts, there was no upward movement in his mouth, and the smugness in his eyes just flashed past.

In front of Annie, he always needs to pay special attention to his emotional exposure.

Otherwise, she'll see it.

Holmes thought deeply.

Porturier does not have any grand exhibitions at this time, but occasionally a few painters get together on weekdays, and may arrange to put some paintings in Porturier.

However, after this poor place has been "favored" twice in a row, it can be regarded as a lot less populated.

This also made Anne and Holmes more conspicuous.

"This is the most troublesome reconnaissance I have ever felt."

When he avoided the inspectors for the third time, Holmes couldn't help complaining.

Annie shrugged her shoulders and comforted her helplessly: "There is an internal response, there is no way... I dare not let them know, otherwise Watson may be tortured in the afternoon."

Holmes looked pale, but he couldn't refute.A little unhappy, he turned around and went back to observe. Just looking at his back, he could feel a sense of depression.

unhappy……

Fortunately, after a while, Holmes frowned and came to a conclusion.

"Watson will be in the old warehouse in Lincheng this afternoon," Holmes said.

Annie nodded, followed him and left Portulier, her appearance was clean without saying a word.Holmes looked at her several times in surprise.

After returning to Baker Street, Annie asked, "Can you explain a thing or two now?"

Holmes nodded, opened the door of 221B, and made an inviting gesture to Anne.After Annie and he both returned to the room and sat down, they began to explain.

"If you talk about the first poem, the reminder is not obvious enough. But after so many days, I should have remembered it. It was a case I had handled. In the wooden house outside the river bed, a theft broke things buried there."

Annie raised her eyebrows: "Is it the exact same wooden house? No way..."

Holmes shook his head: "No, it's just similar."

"So..." Annie continued to ask.

Holmes said: "Watson will be placed in a hidden compartment in the basement of the warehouse this afternoon. The other party doesn't like to be in a well-decorated place. Obviously, most of my cases are not there. The theft case... is cryptic." It is a mockery of the other party to hint at the oil painting that Portulier has not yet found. He should be a person who loves drama or opera and pursues the aesthetic feeling of crime."

Annie narrowed her eyes. Obviously, an opponent with artistic ideas would make people feel even more headache.Because of their kind, they usually don't ask for anything.It was just pure, wanting to cause Holmes some trouble.

If you have spare time, by the way, prove the limitations of Sherlock Holmes' IQ.This should also be one of the other party's goals.

Holmes stood in the clearing and walked up and down a few times.

"And among my numerous theft cases, which one would he choose?" Holmes narrowed his eyes with interest, put his hands together in front of his lips, and thought carefully.

He laughed and said, "The case in the warehouse compartment has one thing in common with the incident in the wooden house. That is, Watson had not yet come to Baker Street."

Annie said: "So, the other party wants you to review the cases you have solved without Watson's help?"

This method is a bit perverted...

Annie couldn't help frowning, if she hadn't known Holmes well in the past two days.I'm afraid everyone will think that this is some crazy fan of Mr. Detective, ready to play a game with Sherlock Holmes!

Otherwise, why screen out others.Even, take Sherlock Holmes to relive the old "good times"!

Sherlock Holmes was completely unimaginable. Anne's gossip mentality caused her thoughts to go to such a strange place in a short period of time.

He frowned and continued: "If I'm not wrong, if we can't get Watson out in time this time, it will be Watson's blood that will be given to us again."

After all, people who love to play this kind of "game" must have a grand blueprint for long-term design of the game in their hearts.

If there is no penalty, what is the point of such a game?

Annie nodded: "So, what do we need to do?"

Holmes smiled and said, "Although we need to wait until the afternoon to start from Portullier. But others may not necessarily..."

After monitoring him for so long, it's time to contribute.

Mycroft...

The author has something to say: Pudding, who just came back from the hospital, hastily posted the article.

Little angels must pay attention to turning on the air conditioner, don't be too greedy for coolness~

From a pudding that has caught a cold: cry chirp