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It is not easy to be a worker in a factory.

At least, for John Riddle, who has changed his job in three places, it really had a profound impact on him.From an ordinary homeless person to a manager who arranges dozens of people to complete the factory production line every day, John deeply feels that these days have changed rapidly.

"Stay like this for a while, maybe I can save enough money to go to America." John rubbed his neck, enjoying watching the people working underneath.

To say it was in full swing would be an exaggeration.However, John looked at the people working below, and the scars on his face seemed to become much warmer.

"Boss, do we still need to patrol outside today?" A man wearing a hat came over.

With a pipe in his mouth, John took a wrench and tapped the man on the head lightly.

"Stupid!" cried John, "going out every day and having nothing to do! Wouldn't it be nice to get an extra money?"

With a smile on his face, the man took a sharp step back, dodging the wrench in John's hand.He didn't let this big thing fall on his head for a second time.

John watched the man walk away, and spat in the direction he left: "What, you don't want to do anything for the money!"

After losing his temper, John turned around and continued walking with his pipe in his mouth, without thinking too much.

He didn't know that not far from the factory entrance, the man had already been knocked unconscious and dragged to a hidden corner to lie down.

"Sherlock?" Watson watched as the man's coat was taken off, "Are you sure you want to go in like this?"

Holmes squatted down, carefully removed the work pass from the man's shoulder, and handed it to Watson who was standing beside him.

He stood up and threw the dusty coat into Watson's arms."It's not me, it's you," said Holmes.

Facing Watson's shocked gaze, Holmes calmly made up the knife: "My disguise is very good, but you are not. I can only use these work clothes to help you. The data proves that more than 70.00% of people, under the work clothes Now, you will no longer pay attention to who the actual person is?"

Seeing Watson put on his coat with a frown, Holmes nodded in agreement.

He helped arrange Watson's clothes: "You know, it seems more appropriate for you to dress like this."

Watson sighed: "So, you mean that I am more suitable to be a porter in temperament than to be a doctor?"

Holmes shrugged, calmly put on a fake beard and messed up his curly hair.Only then smiled and looked at Watson: "I didn't say anything."

Watson looked at Mr. Detective's hideous appearance, and took a few deep breaths.He felt that Holmes might be in a bad mood if it were not for Anne's sake.

Otherwise, he must be preparing to land a fist on Holmes's perfect chin.

It was so infuriating.

Infiltrating such a factory was much easier than Watson had expected.In fact, if many places were not deliberately guarded, the door was almost always open to Holmes.

John who was still standing inside must not have imagined that after today, there would be no such good job waiting for him.

"Today's newspaper."

In the ward, Darren walked in.Still holding a newly bought newspaper in his hand, with a smile on his face.

Annie leaned against the head of the bed, drinking water in small sips.

"I think Mr. Holmes still sent you a letter today?" Darren asked.

Annie shrugged and looked at the envelope on her desk.The oil seal has been opened, and inside is today's newspaper.It's just that it was sent over earlier.

Front page headline: An illegal factory was seized.

Looking at Annie's smile, Darren felt a little uneasy in his heart.He sat next to Annie and handed her a bowl of porridge.

"You don't need me to help you?" Darren asked.

Annie shook her head, put down her water glass, and slowly started to eat breakfast.

Darren's eyes kept moving on Annie's face.Just looking at her can make Darren feel at ease.It was as if, the dusty servants running around outside were all dissolved by Annie at this moment.

It's like her own magic.Darren thought so.

Annie blinked, smiled and said, "You know, I actually think I can go out already."

This topic has been discussed for a while, and Darren replied patiently: "You should take a good rest, Annie. Take this opportunity to relax."

Darren looked at Annie, and he wanted to tell Annie to leave Baker Street and go back to her original residence.However, before the words came out, he had already interrupted the thought.

Darren understood that Anne didn't like being arranged for her life.

"Mrs. Hudson said that she will bring Rebecca today." Darren said, he looked at Annie and smiled, "Rebecca is the little girl you adopted in the orphanage?"

Annie put down the porridge bowl and nodded: "Yes."

Darren had heard of Rebecca's name, and that little girl accounted for a lot of weight in Anne's story.A child that Annie loves, Darren will naturally not miss it easily.

"What are you going to do next?" Darren asked.

Annie was just looking at the letter from Holmes with a smile. Hearing this, she raised her head and was a little puzzled: "How do you arrange it?"

Darren pursed his lips, looking hesitant to speak.

He said: "Rebecca's illness, and after you..."

Before Darren finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the ward.The doctor needs to follow up Annie's physical condition every day, so as to make adjustments as soon as possible.

Darren stood quietly, waiting for Anne to finish checking.

"Can I really not leave the hospital as soon as possible?" Annie asked, her eyes full of hope.

The doctor took off his mask and shook his head helplessly: "We also hope that you can recover faster, this is not something that can be urgent."

Left and right Annie didn't ask too much about this matter, and after asking, she was just a little disappointed.

You know, the feeling of running a few days ago was much more exciting than lying in bed every day.

"I understand, it's just that this is too boring." Annie pouted and said aggrievedly.

This is not something the doctor can solve. After the examination, he turned to Darren who was on the side for help and explained the treatment plan.I hurried to see the next patient.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson seemed to come earlier than usual today.And came with a well-dressed Rebecca, with a rosy face that looked like a cute doll.

Rebecca's illness, under Mrs. Hudson's care, improved a lot.It can be regarded as a thrilling experience, if not knowing her state, and only seeing her lively appearance on weekdays, few people would be able to imagine it.

Anne pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes glanced over Rebecca's head, and then turned to Mrs. Hudson.

"Today, it seems to have come much earlier?" Annie said.

Mrs. Hudson looked helpless and pampered, and picked up Rebecca, and sat her down on Anne's bed.Carefully arranged the hem of her little skirt, so that the wrinkles did not mess up Rebecca's image.

"She woke up early in the morning and waited in her little chair. She didn't talk or make trouble. But she just looked at me like that." Mrs. Hudson shrugged, "There's no way, let's take her earlier coming."

Rebecca smiled embarrassedly, her little face was flushed red.She turned around, a pair of small hands tightly clutching Annie's sleeves and never letting go.

"Thank you for your hard work these past few days." Annie said with a smile.

She rubbed Rebecca's face and softened her voice affectionately: "Our Rebecca, are you good these days? Are you sleeping and eating well?"

Rebecca nodded very seriously, and puffed up her small chest: "Yes, Rebecca is very good."

That little look that wants to be praised is too cute.Both Annie and Mrs. Hudson couldn't help but smile.Seeing the cute appearance of the little girl, no one can harden their hearts.

Annie held Rebecca in her arms and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.Then he looked up at Mrs. Hudson and asked, "Sherlock, is there any news these two days?"

Mrs. Hudson shook her head: "He and Watson have been out these days and haven't returned to Baker Street. They just sent me a letter, saying that it's about breakfast, and we can start it after you go back."

"Wait for me?" Annie raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips amusedly.I really don't know whether to thank her or to persecute her.

Annie, who had tried Sherlock Holmes' cooking skills, felt a little psychologically shadowed.

Mrs. Hudson seemed to have guessed what Anne was thinking, and she said, "However, this time, Sherlock said that I will do it after studying hard. I will never let you eat burnt bacon."

"He has a conscience." Mrs. Hudson joked with a smile, "If he cooks you that kind of breakfast again, let alone you, even I will give him a good meal."

Annie smiled and didn't speak.

Mrs. Hudson looked back at Darren.The latter nodded knowingly: "I still have something to do, so I'll go out first."

After receiving Annie's response, Darren nodded with a smile, and walked out after signaling to Annie.

After successfully driving Holmes' potential enemies out, Mrs. Hudson finally spoke: "I heard that you were injured this time to save Sherlock."

Anne glanced at Mrs. Hudson, but said nothing.

Mrs. Hudson glanced at Rebecca in Anne's arms, pursed her lips, and finally asked.

"What do you think about Sherlock?"

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