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Watson himself is a doctor, so he naturally understands that the upside-down and turbulent days and nights of the past two days are actually a little tiring.To be honest, the other party's actions really didn't really torture him very seriously.

If mental torture is not included...

Together with Holmes and Annie, they were escorted to the hospital for a check up and down.By the end, even Watson himself was getting a little impatient.

"I said..." Watson was about to fight. At least there was no need to check the stomach or something, right?

Holmes stood aside and glanced at him silently.

Watson swallowed a little weakly, he looked to the other side, and brought a cup of hot water to his Anne.

I thought to myself, Annie looks weak, Annie should be easier to talk to, right?

"Annie, I'm a doctor myself. I don't think it's necessary to check so carefully..." Watson fought tirelessly.

Annie handed the water to Watson very gently, and nodded slightly to meet his hopeful eyes.

She smiled and said, "You will be tired after drinking water and checking later."

Watson only felt that the five thunders were on the top of his head, and his hope was shattered.Sad, like a child who has lost a toy.

In fact, he also understands that anyone can be taken away at once.I didn't see anyone for two days and two nights, but I still appeared in such a wilderness again and again, and stayed all afternoon.

Especially... Watson recalled that when he reunited with Holmes and the others, he was indeed a little bit out of strength.

Seeing such a scene, they were a little worried, but it was also human nature.

Thinking of it this way, Watson actually felt a lot less conflict in his heart.Even, there was a little more warmth like moving.

After Holmes signed the inspection bill, he was used to seeing Watson, who was caught in his own imagination and moved.Looking at him, for the first time, he didn't speak sarcasm.

After a period of turmoil, Watson finally got the approval and couldn't wait to go home.

Baker Street, 221B.

Mrs. Hudson was not in the house, presumably at this time, she was shopping in an unknown market outside.Watson was full of curiosity, so he could only temporarily suppress it.

He pushed open his own door, and before he could reach his usual resting seat, he tripped over something under his feet.

Watson rubbed his ankle, which was almost sprained, and turned around with a look of surprise to look at the culprit who almost tripped him.

a roll.

Isn't this Sherlock Holmes stuff?

Thinking of this, Watson looked around his room belatedly.Just two days away, the layout of the house has changed a lot.

Just as Watson was looking at his room with a sad face, how it was gradually eroded by Holmes' things, the door was pushed open.

Holmes walked in with a flat face.

Watson raised the scroll that tripped him just now, and pointed to the room: "You, why did you put all these things here?"

Holmes smiled: "I was about to tell you about this. Anne needs to stay on Baker Street for the past two days, and I gave her my room. We need to squeeze together."

Watson froze in place for a moment, not knowing whether to be surprised that Annie lived in 221B, or feel sad that he needed to live in the same room with Holmes...

In short, Watson, who was full of grief and joy, looked at Holmes in disbelief and blinked.

"Annie lives here?"

He also specifically pointed to the underground to show that he was referring to 221B Baker Street.

Holmes nodded, completely awakening the burning curiosity in Watson's heart: "Yes, I will be here for a few days."

Refusing to mention the day when Anne planned to move out, Holmes consciously announced that the matter was over, turned around and prepared to leave.

Shocked by the astonishing speed of these two people's development, Watson stood still and took a few deep breaths before digesting the news.

A raging fire of gossip ignited in his eyes: "Mrs. Hudson, I need you back so much."

What happened these two days!

Watson, a gentleman, is embarrassed to ask Anne.As for Holmes, it was impossible for Watson to learn anything personal from him.

Watson could even imagine the scene after he asked Holmes.Mr. Detective will definitely look at himself with disgust, expressing his incomprehension that someone would be willing to put their energy into such a boring thing as prying into other people's privacy.

He shook his head, dismissing Holmes's disgusted expression from his imagination.Let's wait for Mrs. Hudson to come back and ask a good question...

As for Holmes, who returned to his old room, he has already rushed into the exploration of the next case.

Portulier theft.

This was the promised quid pro quo when McCoff made his move.

Annie was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a huge map in front of her, on which all kinds of marks had been densely drawn.

Holmes looked around the room indiscriminately, and as expected, there were great changes.

The places vacated by the things I moved were taken up by Anne's things.In the sunniest place by the window, there is an easel, and there are several paintings waiting to be framed next to it.Just one glance was enough for Holmes to judge their worth.

According to Annie's auction prices a few days ago, the level of these pieces is even higher than that one.

Looking at it like this, Holmes inadvertently showed some appreciation for Anne.

Without him, Anne, who can bring out other people's inner emotions with a paintbrush, is enough to surprise Holmes.

Anne saw Holmes standing aside, as if distracted by the new decoration of the room.She patted her bottom and stood up, turning her head to look at Holmes.

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, Sherlock. I have written down the location of your things before. Before I move out, I will assist you in putting them back where they should be."

Annie nodded her head with a bit of playfulness.It shows that those seemingly disorganized arrangements, which are actually very convenient for Holmes to access, have been recorded in her mind.

Looking at Anne's playful appearance, Holmes was a little surprised that she understood the inner meaning of his chaotic room.

Against the backdrop of the sun, Annie's skin revealed an extremely soft radiance.The long and slightly curled eyelashes are extraordinarily clear.A pair of eyes that seemed to be shining with light, light brown eyes, looked at him with a smile.

Holmes couldn't help but take a few deep breaths to calm down his slightly accelerated heartbeat.

It must be because after Watson came back, he had to worry about a lot of things, so he always had such an irregular heartbeat.

Holmes explained it thus.

"So, about the Portulier theft, uh, what do you think?" Holmes spoke first, leading the topic to a direction that he thought was quite safe.

Annie pursed her lips and shrugged.He stood a little to the side, leaving room for Holmes to see more clearly.

She pointed to the map: "Obviously, if the other party took advantage of such an explosion to transfer the things away, it has been a long time, but the owner of the painting did not urge him very urgently. This is what makes me feel weird..."

You know, such a priceless painting is still a masterpiece of predecessors.The value is beyond imagination.

If it is stolen, even if it is only a day's delay, it will be enough to make the collectors of the painting anxious.How come there is no sign of urging for so many days?

Holmes nodded: "Mycroft has said that the other party has tried many places to find this case, but they all failed. They finally chose to hand it over to McCoff and his intelligence department."

Annie raised her eyebrows: "Why did you choose McCoff in the end? His specialty is not doing this, right?"

When did McCoff's department get reduced to dealing with a theft case... It shouldn't be, it's a problem that focuses on the whole world, at least, it should be a security problem for this country, right?

Holmes shook his head: "The identity of the collector of this painting is not simple. I just entrusted such a task to Mycroft. He owes favors, so he can hold his nose and accept it."

Annie nodded, looking at the map spread out on the ground, lost in thought.

Holmes pointed to one of the places, which seemed to have been circled many times by a pen, a little puzzled.He squatted down and mosuoed that spot with his hands a few times.

The brushstrokes of different shades should be that Annie unconsciously painted here for a long time when she was thinking.It's like, after falling into deep thought, I'm in a trance.

"What were you thinking of when you circled here?" asked Holmes.

Annie let out an "ah" before turning her head around.Looking at the place where the drawing was somewhat chaotic, it was rare to show a bit of embarrassment.

"This is the most incomprehensible point for me. The homeless man, especially the one who seems to have been with me for a long time. But he has never come near my house..."

She narrowed her eyes: "Except..."

"On the eve of death." Holmes took up Anne's unfinished words.

Annie nodded in agreement.

"What did he know, and why did he choose to escape here?" Annie took a deep breath.

Holmes sensed Annie's turbulent mood, and walked a few steps over without any trace.Passed over a cup of tea with a gentle voice.

"Don't worry, you're in Baker Street, under my protection. It's safe."

There was a gleam in Holmes' eyes as he continued.

"Whatever his reason is, I will find it."

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