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Annie almost spit out a sip of red wine.If she remembered correctly, the two established their relationship only this morning.Although considering the personalities of the two of them, this is indeed very likely to require planning.

However, this is too early, right?

Holmes ate his dessert calmly, as if what he just said was not what he said.

Annie blinked, forcing the blush on her face down.I deeply regret that I asked such a question, but Holmes

Her face was calm, but it made her heart surge and her cheeks flushed.

This is really too embarrassing!

Rebecca looked at Annie, still holding her milk cup in her little hand.In his eyes, he was full of curiosity about Annie.

Holmes suppressed a smile, watching Annie's effort to remain calm.However, whether it is her unconsciously straight back, or her slightly increased

The rapid breathing exposed Anne's nervousness at this time.

Mrs. Hudson looked at Annie, turned her head and rubbed Rebecca's head lightly, and said with a smile, "Hurry up and eat, we have to go out in the afternoon!"

Rebecca obviously also thought of the afternoon outing plan, but it was only with great difficulty that she got Mrs. Hudson to agree.In a hurry, I didn't bother to stare at Annie anymore, the little spoon moved very quickly, and ate up the pudding in one fell swoop.

"We're going out in the afternoon," said Mrs. Hudson, "you, uh, whatever you want."

Before leaving, that earnest look in her eyes made Annie blush from head to toe.It looked like a shrimp that was about to be cooked, not at all like the cool temperature in autumn.

"Mrs. Hudson, seems to like Rebecca very much?" Annie said, "Before, she was unwilling to go out at such a temperature. She actually went out to play at this temperature for Rebecca?"

Annie's teasing did not interest Holmes.He dragged Annie, who was still a little dazed, into the room, and pushed her down on the chair without any explanation.

It wasn't until Annie looked at him that Holmes' complexion improved.

"Okay, so what we need to deal with now is today's note." Holmes announced.

He put on white gloves, took the note left by Irene's lip print from Anne's hand, and began to observe carefully.

"This kind of paper doesn't seem to be common." Holmes squinted his eyes, and Mosuo looked at the unevenness on the back of the note.

Suddenly, he tore the note down the middle.He stared intently at the falling confetti on the broken lines.

Holmes said: "This kind of paper is extracted from birch bark. Most of this papermaking mode has been eliminated. It is rarely available in the market, but there is still one for sale."

Annie looked at him: "Where?"

Holmes picked up his pipe and smiled slightly: "It's an old friend's place."

It has not been a short time since Watson moved in, and the cases he has cooperated with Holmes have been able to pile up files as high as human beings.And Holmes had already regarded himself as a consultant detective long before Watson moved in.The number of cases solved is obviously unimaginable.

In fact, few people would have imagined that a super-high-level paper like Sherlock Holmes would devote all his future time to the case.

Consulting detective... This kind of position that belongs to him alone, can be regarded as a very appropriate name.It's just that even Mycroft sometimes couldn't help admitting that if his younger brother could do other things, he would be very successful.

According to his words, after all, the rest will always do better than the group of goldfish.

Anne watched helplessly as Holmes moved out the files of the past few years from a locked room one by one.

In a short while, it filled the floor of the whole house.

Annie stood beside a pile of papers, frowning and akimbo: "So, you suspect that Moriarty will start with the cases you have solved?"

Holmes stuck his head out of the small room and looked at Anne outside.He handed her a small box again and motioned her to put it on the ground.

"Not a doubt, but a certainty," replied Holmes.

The box was not light, and after Annie took it, she quickly found a free place, put it away and opened it.She blew on the dust that fell on it, almost choking on it.

"Why?" she asked.

Holmes clapped his hands, looked at the small room that was about to be evacuated, and nodded in approval: "Okay, this should be the last one."

After finishing speaking, Annie watched as Holmes came out with three or five map scrolls. Under the other arm, there was still a piece of wood clamped hard.

"That's it, a sketchboard?" Annie raised her eyebrows and asked.

Holmes put down the things one by one, and pointed to the wooden board that Anne asked: "Is this what you mean? Oh, it is not for sketching. It was used as a partition by me at the time. After all, Mrs. Hudson has never liked , I put something bloody on her furniture."

Anne paused when she heard this unexpected answer, and she looked at Holmes.It is obviously such a bizarre answer, but it sounds so reasonable.

Annie shook her head helplessly, which shows how weird Holmes is.And the self who likes him, isn't it even more different from ordinary people?

Annie thought, and couldn't help but bring a little smile in her eyes.

"As for what you just asked me, why did Moriarty choose the address here?" Holmes said. He knelt down, opened one of the map scrolls, and laid it on the ground. "The reason is very simple. Watson was the one who brought him let's go."

The same wanton insolence.Everything can be regarded as the bet of his game.

Whether it is Sherlock Holmes' close friend Watson, or the oil painting collection that is priceless or even inestimable in some cultural aspects, they can all be turned into props for performing dramas in the hands of Professor Moriarty.Pretty casual, isn't it?

Annie didn't like this Moriarty at all, but now she learned that Watson was also the object of his torture in the game, which made her even more angry.

"Before you just cut off some of his eyes and ears, maybe it wasn't enough." Annie said, "Such a person, even if McCoff doesn't ask you, he should be brought to justice."

Holmes, on the other hand, was noncommittal to Annie's statement.He nodded in approval, walked around the things all over the floor, and came to Anne's side.

"You reminded me in time, Anne." He said, "Since this person should also give Mycroft a headache. Let's not forget to ask for some promises from him. After all, we have also helped him once."

Annie ignored Holmes' joke and just pointed to the map on the ground: "So, what does he mean? A game where the final prize is the missing oil painting?"

Holmes pursed his lips and said nothing.

Annie guessed: "It's impossible to hand over the oil painting to you when you finally solve the case successfully. This is not in line with the routine..."

She walked back and forth in the chaotic room a few times, her eyes suddenly lit up.Clapping his hands, a smile appeared on his face.

Annie said: "He cuts the oil paintings apart, and the purpose of every game is these stolen oil paintings."

It is not easy to transfer a huge oil painting.

But if the opponent can sever his wrists, he can cut them boldly.After that, he spent a lot of money to find experts to restore the torn oil paintings.Even if you need to suffer a little loss when you change hands in the end, it is still a feasible solution.

Holmes obviously thought so too, and he took a deep breath of the cigarette, letting the whitish air slowly drift out from his pipe.

He smiled and said: "So, the first place we need to go is the paper mill near the river. On the note, I saw the fish fin fragments pressed into the paper. It's not big, but it's enough for me Identify its source and species."

The small freshwater fish that live alone in the urban rivers are crushed in by the paper mill when making raw paper.This is nothing more than normal.

Annie nodded, looking at the factory surrounded by his hands.

"When are you leaving?" she asked.

Holmes frowned again and looked at the note.After a few more quick steps, she came to the window, raised the curtain slightly and looked out.

A few scattered people stood on the street.Some were waiting for someone, while others, like the ones arranged by Mycroft, were occasionally bored for a while.

The corners of Holmes' lips turned up in a smug smile.

"You found the entry point?" Annie asked.

Holmes picked up Irene's note and turned it over abruptly.

On the back that was inadvertently wet with water, a little pattern was exposed.The familiar lines sparked interest in Holmes' eyes.

"No hurry, just wait another hour," said Holmes. "At that time, Watson should be back."

Holmes sat down, lit his pipe, and took a deep breath: "To be honest, I still can't understand, what good is Watson accepting the current job? Apart from wasting time every day, what else is there to do?" effect?"

Annie looked at Holmes with an amused look on his face, "It shouldn't be a waste of time that he partnered with you before..."

Holmes quickly retorted: "Of course not. What I was referring to was the job he just got recently."

In addition to being a doctor, Watson also took on a part-time job.That is to help the family members of some victims get out of the area of ​​psychological harm.Holmes deeply believes that Watson is not good at these.Compared with professionals, he simply wasted his own time and affected the psychological treatment results of the victim's family members.

Annie shook her head helplessly, and looked at Holmes with a resentful look on her face: "He is your friend, you should always support him in whatever you do."

Holmes looked up and looked at Anne: "What about me? If I want to do something, will you support me?"

"Of course." Annie smiled, "If you have something to do, I will help you."

Not just support, but stand behind you.

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