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If Annie's injury brought about the biggest change on Baker Street this time...

Mrs. Hudson looked at the two people in front of her and covered the eyes of little Rebecca.

"Grandma Hudson, why did you cover my eyes?" Rebecca asked childishly.

She was humming, holding her little fork seriously, fighting with the piece of pudding in front of her!Suddenly, my eyes were covered and I couldn't see anything!

Mrs. Hudson looked helplessly at the two people in front of her, and felt that covering Rebecca's eyes was not enough.She should have just taken Rebecca to eat in her own room.It was better than being abused by these two people.

Holmes was not affected at all, and still cut Annie's steak on his own.

"You are recovering from a serious illness, so use less force." Mr. Detective said solemnly, "The recovery period of the skin behind is very important. You need to pay more attention."

Before Anne had time to say anything, Mrs. Hudson was already rambling.

"Sherlock, our little Rebecca also needs help. You help her mash this pudding first." Mrs. Hudson looked distressed.

So, little Rebecca just watched helplessly as her pudding was delivered to Holmes.The black-faced Mr. Detective took her small spoon and messed around.It was so broken that the shape of the pudding could not be seen.

Annie watched from the side. Although she knew it was not appropriate, she still couldn't help laughing.

Holmes put down the spoon angrily, and turned his head aggrieved.Seeing Annie's uncontrollable laughter, she was even more aggrieved.

Just as Holmes put down the small spoon in his hand angrily, Rebecca, who had been staring at it for a long time, stretched out her small hand and took it away.

Now even Mrs. Hudson burst out laughing.Without sympathy at all, he brought Rebecca's little pudding and let the little girl eat it bite by bite.

"Thank you, Uncle Sherlock." Rebecca said in a childish voice.

Holmes looked as usual, but his quiet appearance and slowed down his movements.Both Mrs. Hudson and Anne knew him well enough that it was a clear sign that Holmes was angry...

Anne smiled and took the knife and fork from Holmes gently.With one stroke, he divided the ravaged steaks among his men.

"Mrs. Hudson's cooking skills are very good." Annie said softly, smiling.

Holmes turned his head to look at Annie's smiling face, and took a long time to let out a long breath. He took the knife and fork and began to eat seriously.

It was the first time Mrs. Hudson saw Holmes eating so seriously.You know, he can fool him with a cup of high-calorie milk tea on weekdays.

Really sit down and eat such a long meal.How rare for Holmes.

"It's a pity Watson isn't here tonight," sighed Mrs. Hudson. "He doesn't know how much he's missed."

Holmes was still buried in his meal, chewing on the steak that Anne had cut.At this time, I didn't look up when I heard it.

Only after swallowing the last bite, did he express his opinion belatedly: "Watson is very concerned about today's date. If there are no accidents, he will come back late tonight."

Mrs. Hudson shrugged disapprovingly.Turning her head to help little Rebecca, she took her bib and wiped the chocolate sauce from her mouth.

"Is Rebecca happy?" Mrs. Hudson asked with a smile on her face.

Rebecca looked at Annie, her little face was full of excitement.She nodded very vigorously, and said in a childlike voice, "Happy, Rebecca likes to eat with Grandma Hudson and Sister Anne."

Holmes, who had been swept away, sat aside, and slowly wiped his mouth in a very gentlemanly manner.He didn't speak, but raised his jaw slightly, expressing his dissatisfaction with the answer.

Rebecca continued, "Also, thanks to Uncle Sherlock for cutting the pudding, it's delicious!"

"I've said it many times, don't call me uncle," Holmes corrected. "Brother."

Rebecca turned her head and looked at Holmes with doubts on her face.

Mrs. Hudson relieved: "Little Rebecca calls me grandma, what are you uncle?"

Holmes craned his neck and replied solemnly: "But Anne is also 21 years old, and I am only five years older than her."

"Rebecca..." Annie smiled, picked up the little girl, and kissed her on the cheek, "I'll be called Brother Sherlock from now on, okay?"

Rebecca is only four or five years old, and she hasn't learned much about it.It was taught to her by others.

After hearing Annie's words, she nodded obediently.In Annie's arms, she twisted her body.Looking aside, Holmes said, "Brother Sherlock."

Holmes made no response.

It's just that the slightly raised two-point arc of the corners of his eyes and the curvature of the corners of his lips revealed his good mood at this time.

"Brother, let's just be brother..." Mrs. Hudson shook her head helplessly, while tidying up the things on the table, "I really like Annie, so much."

Mrs. Hudson smiled, came over and tapped Rebecca's little nose with a clean hand, then turned and went to the kitchen.

"What time will he be back in the evening, Watson?" asked Anne, sitting in a chair, teasing Rebecca.

Holmes wanted to light his own pipe, but when he saw Anne and Rebecca beside him, he put it away again.

He looked at Annie's books on the table these days: "It should be after dark."

To tell the truth, Anne had been in Baker Street for a while.Except for the initial period, Watson was under control, let alone met.

However, when we communicated later, I found that most of his dates seemed to end without a problem.

When Anne occasionally asked, Watson would grit his molars and even throw Holmes a few eye knives.All made Annie deeply curious about the story.

"Watson said that his previous dates didn't seem to go well?" Annie asked tentatively, really unable to restrain her gossip.

Holmes shook his head and sat down: "I can't help it. The women he met before were all too strange, and at a glance, he knew that there was no result. It's not suitable, and Watson still has to force it. I can only come forward to help a bunch of them." him."

Annie rubbed Rebecca's hand for a while, and she looked at Holmes in surprise.

"Well, help... help him?" she asked.

Holmes nodded very calmly: "Yes. Come forward directly and reveal the fact that the other party is planning to use Watson and even has a fiancé."

He sat upright, with a serious attitude: "You can hardly imagine Watson's vision, and there is even a woman with ulterior motives inside, who is going to steal information about our case from him."

Annie swallowed, feeling a little sympathy for poor Watson.

Holmes relaxed, and leaned back in the chair comfortably.

With a bit of color on his face: "However, I don't need such help."

Annie raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Why?"

Holmes smiled. He looked at Anne with focused eyes: "Because I have good eyesight. The woman I value is good everywhere."

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Mr. Adler, when he learned that the boat at Pier No. [-] was intercepted by the inspector, his back was covered with cold sweat.After returning to the house, I still couldn't help spinning back and forth.

"Can you be quiet for a while." Irene on the side put down her hairpin and looked at her brother helplessly.

Mr. Adler wiped the sweat from his brow, and couldn't help but look at Irene in fear: "I was preempted by Holmes again, will the professor be angry..."

Adler had seen the professor look angry.It was hard for him to imagine the situation after putting those methods on himself.

Just imagining it once or twice was enough to make him tremble all over, terrified.

Irene looked extremely calm, and was even able to carefully trace the eye makeup in front of the mirror: "You must know that Moriarty's thoughts are not so superficial. Compared with the wisdom of Mr. Holmes, the cargo of a ship Which one is heavier, he knows in his heart."

Mr. Adler swallowed, and looked over expectantly: "What do you mean?"

Irene stood up, came to the living room with a graceful figure, made herself a cup of black tea, and drank it slowly.With a leisurely look, it's like two worlds with Mr. Adler at the side.

"Wisdom is the most fascinating sexiness." Irene said slowly, pursing her lips and smiling.

Facing Mr. Adler's puzzled gaze, Irene nodded her head very calmly: "The things here are the most important. I'm afraid you still can't understand."

It's getting late, even if Mr. Adler is Irene's elder brother, he still needs to avoid suspicion.

He should have returned to Moriarty to report the situation, but he was too scared to stay here with Irene for a long time.Mr. Adler knew that he couldn't stay any longer, so he could only temporarily trust Irene's comfort.

Be brave and go out the door.

Looking at Mr. Adler's back, Irene indifferently lit a cigar and held it between her fingers.

In the smog, her beautiful face was somewhat blurred.Erin smiled, as if looking at someone else through the cloud of smoke.

She lightly stroked her full and sexy lips, pursed them, and read: "Sherlock, Holmes..."

A few words are like whispers between lovers.Between her lips and tongue, lingering.

The author has something to say: "Intelligence, is the latest sexy"

From "Sherlock"