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Holmes narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him.

I like to dress up.There are delicate patterns on the woman's purple veil.The expensive material shows her wealth.She didn't wear any jewelry on her hand, but on the contrary, there was a slight difference in skin color on her ring finger and middle finger, which showed that the lady's surname had been confused for a period of time.

Holmes' eyes fell on her carriage.

The two horses are half-blooded, and the metal used on the horseshoes has dark engraved patterns.This is usually the method used by big families, even if it is horseshoeing, the family's clan crest will be left behind.However, there is no noticeable difference in the wagon.Besides, its forging date should not be long, as can be seen from the clean way of welding and advanced assembly technology.

"Ma'am," said Holmes, "why did you choose me?"

Irene, who was exposed, did not show the slightest dissatisfaction on her face.In other words, these were what she hoped Holmes would see, a charity from a noble lady.

It's fun, isn't it?

Irene tilted her head slightly, as if showing more interest in Holmes: "I have always heard about your reputation, Mr. Holmes. This meeting really makes me feel more yearning."

She put her hand on the handlebar lightly, and her delicate chin was exposed two parts from the veil.Still holding the pipa and half covering his face, he looks like a sea monster that seduces sailors.

Watson looked at Holmes, then at Irene in the car.Instinctively, no words were spoken.

"Do you want to take a case? Mr. Holmes..." Irene asked.

Behind the three of them was a ship that had just been searched.What happened at Pier No. [-] is [-]% scheduled for the front page of the next day.

However, this can be said to be a rare sight, and it didn't affect the three of them at all.

Erin held out her hand, motionless.

Holmes just kept his eyes blank and didn't speak.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like just a moment.Holmes turned and pulled Watson up, and walked straight towards Inspector Lestrade.

"Why?" Watson was dragged out of his train of thought.

Holmes pursed his lips: "The road is blocked, ask Lestrade to clear the roadblock."

Irene, who was directly blocked by Holmes, did not feel dissatisfied with being offended in the slightest.On the contrary, a pair of fox-like eyes showed some genuine interest.

"Interesting," she said.

Mr. Adler in the car kept a quiet appearance.At this time, watching Holmes leave, he asked a little suspiciously, "Is he leaving just like that?"

Erin smiled, but didn't speak.

Mr. Adler said unexpectedly: "Irene, this is the first time I've seen someone leave you with such disdain!"

After being slightly ridiculed by her brother for a while, Irene didn't show signs of getting angry.She shrugged nonchalantly, and beckoned the coachman to go home.

Like, nothing happened.Purely, on a whim.

"Going away?" Mr. Adler asked.

Irene smiled: "It's too late. Besides, my husband is still at home waiting for me to go back..."

Mr. Adler, who was stunned, was caught off guard, and he didn't dare to refute Irene.I just rolled my eyes secretly in my heart, and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that you really care about your newlywed husband..."

Who doesn't know about Erin?Everyone sympathized with the poor man.

……

Annie, who has recovered, has received the highest level of courtesy from 221B Baker Street.

"This is simply less than what needs to be done in the hospital." Annie said helplessly, "You really don't need to take care of me like this

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Annie nodded seriously, with seriousness in her eyes.

Mrs. Hudson didn't take it seriously, she still made a cup of brewed black tea for Annie, and brought it over very thoughtfully.

Annie reluctantly gave up persuading Mrs. Hudson, and turned to look at the little Rebecca in her arms, her tone extremely soft.

"Rebecca, my sister thinks I'm all right now. May I get out of bed and walk?"

As she spoke, she raised her arm and clenched her fist hard.Exposing the rather strong muscles in his imagination.Looking forward to convincing Rebecca, don't jump on her again, and don't let her move at all.

Little Rebecca's blue eyes blinked and blinked.Looking at Annie's slender arms in a daze, she felt that Grandma Hudson was right.

The little head nodded vigorously, and patted the puffed little chest: "Rebecca has been assigned a task, and sister Anne cannot be allowed to work. You need to rest!"

If you see the baby-like voice of a baby on weekdays, it will definitely make Annie happy.

However, this time there is no such filter bonus.Annie lay on the bed, having rested for so long.I feel like my bones are about to collapse.

She had a bitter face: "Mrs. Hudson, I'm really healed. Let me go out for a walk, my muscles are going to shrink!"

Of course, in the last half of the sentence, Annie lowered her voice with great insight.I didn't dare to really challenge Mrs. Hudson's majesty, but looked at Mrs. Hudson with a pair of bright eyes full of hope.Poor, blink and blink.

Mrs. Hudson was trembling all over, cleared her throat, and finally decided: "One hour every night, you can go out. No more, the doctor said, you haven't fully healed yet."

Although it is not dangerous, the wound on the back is still a bit deep.If one doesn't heal well and leave any traces, Anne is still a girl.

Mrs. Hudson felt that she still had a lot to worry about.

Annie, who has been used to it since she was a child, obviously never took this matter to heart.Mrs. Hudson believes that these still need her to take good care of them.

"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Hudson, "Sherlock is coming back tonight, should he have told you?"

Annie hugged little Rebecca, and both of them looked at Mrs. Hudson ignorantly.

Annie nodded belatedly: "Well, I said it."

"However, Watson seems to say that he still has something to do?" Annie narrowed her eyes, a little puzzled, "Mrs. Hudson, do you know?"

It was not the first time Watson had been absent at night. Mrs. Hudson had always known his character and had never worried about it.

What's more, Watson, who heard that he was tortured by dogs during this period, finally had a chance to date.Mrs. Hudson felt that she still had to give her full support.

"I know, let's just leave him alone." Mrs. Hudson said, "I have prepared steak and a good vintage of red wine. Let's enjoy it while Watson is away."

Anyway, Watson was out to dinner.

Mrs. Hudson thought so, looking at the lovely little Rebecca and rolling her eyes with a smile.

Annie pursed her lips and smiled, but said nothing.She managed to get Mrs. Hudson's permission to go out for a while at night.At this time, she will definitely not provoke anger and affect the free time she finally got.

As for Watson...

Let's talk about it when he comes back.

Annie, who also rolled her eyes with a smile, thought so easily.

Watson: ...

Holmes came back early today and hung up his coat at the door.I went to the kitchen and stayed there for a while, warming my hands before coming up.It will not bring even a little bit of the chill outside into Anne's room.

"You're back." Annie was reading a book in the room holding Rebecca in her arms.

Seeing Holmes push open the door, both of them raised their heads at the same time, and blinked at Holmes.

There were two people, one big and one small, with very clear eyes, as if they were looking at themselves with light.Holmes only felt warm in his heart.

At this moment, he understood for the first time why his wise father chose to end up wasting his time at home.This has always been something that made him snort when he was young.

Read books and newspapers at home, and even drink milk with Mrs. Holmes!

Young Sherlock, usually with his elder brother Mycroft, secretly despises the self-deprecation of old Mr. Holmes.

However, Sherlock at this time.It seems that there is such a glimmer of understanding of his father's mind.

This, seems to feel good?

Holmes smiled and stepped forward.Gently lifted Rebecca out of Annie's arms and placed her on a small chair.

"It's time for Rebecca to take her medicine," said Holmes.

He even carefully prepared a decoction for Rebecca's health and put it in her small cup.

Annie looked at Rebecca helplessly, and said reassuringly, "But I need to drink medicine. I'll read to you after I drink it!"

Holmes frowned and called downstairs, "Mrs. Hudson!"

Facing Anne's puzzled eyes, Holmes looked calm and serious.

He said: "Mrs. Hudson likes Rebecca very much. She should get some more time with the little girl."

In fact, Holmes even thought it surprising that Rebecca was not able to read by herself at her age.

Still need Annie to read to her!

Holmes curled his lips. Since he was three years old, he has never needed help from others.At least in terms of reading, he is already completely self-reliant.

Little Rebecca looked confused, looked at Holmes, and then at Anne.

Annie, who was forcibly pulled away by Holmes, was extremely helpless. She smiled at Rebecca and was dragged to the other side of the room.

"What's the matter?" Annie asked.

Holmes took an envelope from his pocket, and handed it to Anne, as he did every day.

"I saw it today and thought it was very interesting. I will draw it for you..."

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