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Baker Street, 221B.

For Mrs. Hudson, every time she can try the breakfast provided by Holmes, it is an extremely interesting experience for her.

The whole family sat neatly in the dining room.

Even little Rebecca was sitting at the table in Mrs. Hudson's arms.Still ignorant, a small fork was stuffed in his hand, his eyes blinked, and he looked at Annie full of doubts.

Watson pursed his lower lip and looked at the door nervously: "Well, I think maybe we need to help Sherlock?"

Although, Annie was also a little worried in her heart.However, she took a look at Mrs. Harder's excited appearance, and decided to stay out of the matter with great insight and enjoy Holmes' works.

Mrs. Hudson of 221B Baker Street is definitely the highest leader in this room.This is Annie's most important discovery during this time of coming here.

Watson didn't get any response. He sighed helplessly, softened his body, and leaned back in the chair comfortably.Decided to wait in peace.

Holmes didn't keep everyone waiting for a long time, and he came in with a few plates.

He stood by the dining table, raised his jaw slightly, and straightened his collar.If you didn't look at the apron Holmes was forced to wear by Mrs. Hudson, you would think that he was going to attend some high-end banquet.

"If you don't want to waste time, I think you should all speed up your breakfast," urged Holmes. "We should head to Pier Three this morning."

Annie was holding a table knife, aiming at something on the plate, but couldn't put the knife down.After hearing Holmes' words, she quickly put down the knife as if she had found an excuse.

He turned his head solemnly and looked at Holmes: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

Watson pursed his lips, chewing the bread in his mouth at an extremely slow speed.Looking at Mrs. Hudson, she didn't speak.

Mrs. Hudson straightened Rebecca's bib and tried the temperature of the little girl's milk before watching Rebecca sip the milk with peace of mind.

He smiled and said, "No."

Mrs. Hudson pointed to the things on Annie's plate, and the meaning in her eyes couldn't be more obvious: "Let's go after eating."

Annie pursed her lips, looking helplessly at her breakfast.It's hard to imagine, this is what Sherlock Holmes studied seriously yesterday, bacon with bread.

This is the breakfast that Sherlock Holmes deliberately chose to set off his standard...

"The waiting time is too long." Holmes sat aside and said boredly.

Mrs. Hudson didn't even raise her head, she just looked at the breakfast on the plate with interest.

"You can take a look at the newspaper. There are many cases on it. It should take a lot of your time." Mrs. Hudson said.

Watson finally swallowed his first bite of bread, and looked at the milk in Rebecca's small cup with envy in his eyes.As the youngest member of the family, Rebecca managed to get an exception - breakfast prepared by Mrs. Hudson.

"Well, Mrs. White has lost her jewels," said Watson. "You may look at that."

Holmes sat on the side boredly, tore off the apron on his body, and threw it aside viciously.Sitting in the soft seat, he seemed to be stuck in the seat.

He glanced at the newspaper in his hand extremely bored, and stared at it like a torch for a while: "I just want to defraud her of the huge amount of insurance that she bought. The obvious approach is simply too naive."

Annie and Mrs. Hudson looked at each other, shrugged each other, and quietly accepted the baptism of breakfast.

However, Watson did not accept such a result lightly. He continued, "What about the next suspected suicide case?"

Holmes raised his eyebrows and shook the newspaper in his hand to make it stand more evenly.

He cleared his throat and looked at Watson over the newspaper.There was a little helplessness in his eyes, as if he had nothing to do with Watson.

"Homicide. I even suspect that the murderer didn't even clean up the bruises on the corpse, so he hung him up directly."

Holmes blocked Watson twice in succession, causing the poor doctor to sigh.Quietly lowering her head, she decided to have her breakfast calmly.

Rebecca raised her head from her little milk glass.On the small face, there was a circle of cute little milk mustache standing next to the mouth, looking at Watson in a daze.

Although she didn't quite understand what happened, Rebecca looked at Watson immediately, and even pushed her milk glass towards him.The look of wanting to be comforted couldn't be more obvious.

While chewing hard on the obviously over-fried bacon, Watson felt that it was not just a toothache.Even, even the heart is a little tired.

He stared at Holmes angrily, his angry eyes almost pierced through the newspaper in Mr. Detective's hand and burned directly on Holmes' face.

Look at people, Rebecca!You know how to comfort me!

Hua thought angrily.

"Eat quickly, Watson." Holmes put down the newspaper suddenly and looked over. "Annie is ready to go."

Watson was taken aback by being looked straight at once.

He glanced at Annie's plate, and was quite surprised to see that it was already clean!

Watson looked at Anne with a little admiration for the warrior.

Rebecca squeezed her small hands, but decided to pass the milk cup to Watson.Looking up at his little face, he looked at Watson with a smile.

Watson: ... I'd better finish eating quickly.

Pier No. [-] is not close to Baker Street, and it takes a lot of twists and turns to get there.

After tidying up, the three hurriedly followed Holmes on the road.

Anne was still reminiscing about the taste of breakfast irresistibly, she pulled Watson back a little sadly.There was a little light in his eyes, full of hope and luck.

"Is it possible that Mrs. Hudson gave up on having Holmes prepare breakfast for the week?"

Watson glanced at Holmes who had paused, and curled his lips.Looking at Annie, she shook her head helplessly.

Annie howled miserably in her heart, and could only sigh helplessly.

Holmes blinked his eyes, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said nothing.He just pointed to the boat ahead: "Mr. White, our captain today."

Annie was still immersed in sadness, she walked up quietly with her head down, and found a corner to sit down.The strong sense of loss couldn't be more obvious, and it almost made the light in that corner of her turn down a bit.

Watson quietly walked behind Holmes, patted Holmes on the shoulder like a good brother, and said, "I think you should really practice your cooking skills."

Holmes turned his head and looked at Watson with murderous intent: "Mr. White lacks a coal-burning assistant."

As if echoing Holmes' words, Mr. White raised his shovel and looked at Watson with great excitement.The invitation could not be more obvious.

Watson paused, looked at Holmes viciously, and walked over to take the shovel.

Perhaps it was because Watson really suppressed a lot of anger, the coal was burning very hot, and the boat accelerated all the way.Even looking at this speed, it seems that the time on the road can be reduced a lot.

Holmes sat beside Annie, pursing his lips.

He tentatively approached Annie a little bit, seeing that Annie didn't show any resistance, he was slightly relieved from the bottom of his heart.

"I learned a lot yesterday," said Holmes.

The tone was obviously calm, but Annie keenly felt the grievance of Mr. Detective.She felt a little sweet in her heart, turned her head and smiled at Holmes.

"I know," she said, "it's delicious."

Holmes opened his eyes wide and looked at Anne in disbelief.

Annie continued with a smile, "However, let me help you with breakfast later on."

Together……

This word made Sherlock Holmes feel like a warm current lingering in his chest.He couldn't help but enjoy the warm feeling.

It was like being gently feathered, brushing against the softest place at the tip of my heart.This kind of strangeness made Sherlock Holmes, who seldom felt it, his ears turned red all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat and stood up.He nodded at Anne: "I'll go, take a look at Watson."

After speaking, he fled to the back of the boat.

Annie turned her head away amusedly, and looked at Watson and Holmes from among the slanted logs.

Watson looked at Holmes with a smile, and looked at his friend who had known him for a long time with interest.The gossip in his eyes was about to condense into substance, overflowing.

"Hold your eyes, Watson," said Holmes.

Watson smiled, but said nothing.It's just that he burns the coal more seriously, as if he wants to vent all the strength of holding back his laughter.

However, such silence made Holmes even more embarrassed.

He concealed that he was smoking his pipe and turned his head away.However, he still involuntarily looked at Anne who was not far away.There was a little tenderness in his eyes.

"Pier No. [-]!" White suddenly said, pointing to the pier not far away.

Holmes looked serious, and he stepped onto the pier first.I just walked around it a few times, wiped my hands on the fine points, and looked at the dust in my hands.

After a long while, as if venting his anger, he picked up the waste wood on the side and wanted to throw it down hard.But after looking into Annie's eyes, he let it go resentfully.

"What happened?" Annie stepped forward and asked softly.

Holmes sighed, looked at Watson who was also showing concern, and shook his head helplessly.

"We were a step too late," he said.

Watson frowned: "What do you mean?"

Holmes pointed to several inconspicuous scratches on the pier.The dust was so neat that even Watson could see it.Something that has been here, has just been moved.

"They have taken it," said Holmes.

Someone, one step ahead of them.Just one step.

Cut off the leads.

An assistant in a coffee shop is not a simple meeting.

From the three coins, Holmes discovered the unique clay of the pier.From the recent supply information table, I found the clues.

This time, even Anne couldn't help but feel a little frustrated by this failure.

Watson and she looked at each other without speaking.

Watson found a quiet place to sit down, and touched the marks on the ground under his hands.Slightly sighed: "Sherlock, what shall we do next?"

Holmes raised his head and looked at the boats moored by the quay.He patted the dirt off his hands as if nothing had happened, and straightened his somewhat messy coat.

"We follow," he said.

The other party transferred the goods, but left a tail.It can be said that the slightest clue is enough for Holmes to follow the smell.

"The traces of dust are neat and tidy, and have not been affected by the re-handling. In other words, this batch of goods has not been out for a long time." Holmes said.

Annie nodded: "The shipment volume here at Pier No. [-] has always been the largest. If it takes more than an hour, this place will definitely be filled with the next shipment."

The two looked at each other, and said in unison: "Best's ship has just set off."

Holmes narrowed his eyes: "However, I don't know which ship it is..."

Watson, who didn't know what to do, came back and looked at the sad faces of the two, feeling a little confused.

He said: "I just asked the worker here, and he said that the ship has not had time to set off. It is parked there, and there are still some goods to be loaded."

Sherlock Holmes, who was thinking hard about which ship took the cargo, looked slightly embarrassed.He glanced at Annie, and decided in his heart that he must not let Watson know that he and Annie were doing white jobs here just now.

Annie suddenly realized: Yes, you can obviously ask the workers...

Since the ship hadn't set off yet, it would be a bit unreasonable for Leng to miss this good opportunity.

Under Holmes' dealings, of course, mainly relying on the silver coins that Watson carried with him, the three of them quickly got on the boat.

"Is it necessary to dress like this?" Watson frowned.

He sniffed the smell on his body, feeling a little uncomfortable: "This dress is really too indescribable..."

Watson, who had always been well-dressed, rarely wore clothes soaked in workers' sweat.Even on his back, there were chaotic creases on his clothes that were pressed by the sandbag.It can be said that it is very inappropriate.

Holmes waved his hands impatiently, signaling him to be quiet.The three hid in the corner one by one, waiting for another group of workers to pass.

"I don't think this is the scariest disguise Sherlock has ever had," said Watson in a low voice.He looked at Annie, and couldn't help complaining a little less.

There's no way, Annie is a girl who also wears work clothes, doesn't she?Even a head of beautiful hair was coiled neatly and covered in a dusty hat.

Annie turned her head away, and patted Watson sympathetically: "I'm not used to sharing encouragement and encouragement."

"Sherlock, are you sure the oil painting is here?" Annie looked at the warehouse slowly in front of her, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

This batch of goods is the task that the assistant got yesterday.In other words, it was a task she arranged.The assistant professor, who had had close contact with the homeless man, suddenly arranged to transfer a batch of goods.

"According to the crew's information sheet, it's full of red wine," Holmes said. "It's expensive and needs temperature protection."

And what could be better than such a cover-up?

In the cabin, the three of them bent over and hid in the corner of the cargo, waiting for the opportunity to sail with peace of mind.

Generally speaking, on the way of the ship, the cabin is mostly closed, and few people come down.And this time is also the safest time to make a move.

The workers coming and going moved very quickly, filling the not-so-big cabin to the brim in a short time.Finally, before closing the door, two or three packages were thrown inside.

Obviously, after this trip, there are also one or two crew members who can earn extra money.

"Start?" Watson asked.

The cabin is closed, and they don't have much time.

Holmes lit his pipe, and with the faint light of the flame, the path before the three of them was illuminated.

Because of the particularity of the red wine, that batch of goods was placed closest to the bottom.The temperature is constant and the humidity is suitable.

Anne looked at dozens of boxes that looked exactly the same, and made an invitation gesture to Holmes.

Mr. Detective didn't hold back either, he handed the pipe to Watson and asked him to light it up, then squatted down to observe.From time to time, the hand tapped on the box, making a faint sound.

Annie squatted down cooperatively, trying to unlock the key on the box.

"This." Holmes pointed to one of them. "It has a different sound. There is no sound of water in it."

Anne looked back at Watson, who knowingly handed over the pipe to let her see more clearly.

The lock key on the box is not complicated, it is the simplest kind of key.Annie took a wire from her hairpin, inserted it into the keyhole under Watson's surprised eyes, and tried one by one.

"You take it with you..." Watson's doubtful words were interrupted by a look from Holmes, who belatedly covered his mouth to promise to be quiet.

After a while, with a "click", the lock was opened.

Annie glanced at Holmes, and under Mr. Detective's acquiescing gaze, she removed the lock.

"Open it?" she asked.

Holmes frowned, not knowing why he always felt flustered.It doesn't make sense, it's so easy to find.

However, there are obvious problems with this obviously different box.

He thought for a while, then motioned for Anne to back off.

Holmes took a step forward and rubbed his hand against the opening of the box for a while before slowly opening it.

As they expected, there was no red wine in it.

Instead, a smaller, more refined case.

Watson's eyes lit up, and he moved closer: "Is it an oil painting?"

Holmes looked at the lockbox in front of him, but did not speak.He turned around and took the pipe in Watson's hand, and took a close look at the password box that appeared suddenly.

"Watson, go and deal with the lower deck. We may need to disguise for a while later," Holmes said.

Watson understood, said hello to Annie, then turned and went to the door of the cabin.Find a suitable exit for the three of them to go out for a while to prepare.

Watson and Holmes have worked together for a long time, and they can be regarded as handy.After a while, I found a narrow passage, opened the door, and prepared to meet him outside.

Here, Holmes glanced at Anne.The hand on the lockbox did not move for a long time.

Annie pursed her lips: "You think it's in it too?"

Holmes didn't speak, but his slightly lowered eyes and the cautious way he looked at the box all showed that he agreed with Anne's judgment.

"You suspect that this is another fake?" Annie said.

Holmes pursed his lips, gently placed his hand on the lock key of the combination box, and frowned.

He glanced at Annie, as if he wanted to draw peace of mind from her.After a long while, I slowly turned the code and listened carefully to the mechanical sound inside.

Watson stood outside the door, and this place was considered very secret.Usually, it is the channel for carrying goods when the ship is moored.

This kind of place is not allowed to be seen by passengers during normal driving.

Originally, it was like this.

However, when Watson was standing, he was keenly aware that a figure suddenly seemed to pass by in the shadows in front of him.His heart tightened, and he instinctively took two steps forward.

Watson leaned cautiously against the wall, the gun in his hand was already wound and ready to go.

However, the scene he saw when he turned around made his heart sink.

Watson rushed to the cabin in disbelief, the empty seats made him unable to recognize a fact more clearly.

It's a scam.

Watson remembered that before they came up, the number of passengers coming and going was definitely enough to fill most of the cabins of this ship.

Impossible, it is.

As soon as he thought about it clearly, Watson, who was in shock, turned around and ran into the cabin in an instant.It was hard for Watson to imagine such a scam specifically targeting them.

So, what's in that obvious password box?

Watson could hardly imagine.

The lockbox under Holmes was slowly rotating.The voice inside also gradually became sharper.

Annie glanced at Holmes. The man's face was serious and serious, and he was focused on the password box under him.

As the voice changed, Holmes turned more and more slowly.The next moment, the sound stopped.

Anne and Holmes exchanged glances.

It was obvious that it could be opened, but Annie's heart felt flustered for some reason.

She pressed Holmes' hand that was about to open the lockbox, and the bad premonition in her heart made her breath a little short.

"What is the matter?" asked Holmes. "You fear that there is something wrong in it?"

Annie nodded, noncommittal: "I always feel that something is wrong? Why is it so simple..."

It stands to reason that such an unreasonable intuition is not enough to make the two of them put down the box that is within easy reach.

But... Holmes glanced at Annie, thought for a moment, and decided to give up opening it.

Just as he bent over to lift the whole box up, Watson's voice came from behind.

"Holmes!" he cried.

And what answered him was a face full of flames and a dizzying explosion.

The cabin completely engulfed by fire was the last thing Watson saw before he passed out.

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