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And Mrs. Hudson, Rebecca, who was about to play crazy all afternoon, with a little red face, ran back to Baker Street.

"Hurry up and wipe the sweat off your brow!" Annie hugged Rebecca helplessly.

The little girl plunged into Annie's arms like a cannonball, rubbing against her affectionately.She was a little out of breath, and Rebecca's face was still sweating.The whole person is attached to Annie's arms, enjoying it very much.

Holmes stood aside, looking at Annie being "entangled" by Rebecca, with a bad expression on his face.

He coughed twice.

Anne and Rebecca are still going their own way, and even Rebecca has been treated by Anne wiping her sweat with a small handkerchief.

Holmes cleared his throat again.

Annie finally raised her head, and smiled helplessly at Holmes: "There should be some hot water there, go and drink some."

Sherlock Holmes, who finally got Annie's attention, was satisfied.He raised his head slightly and glanced at Rebecca with some disdain.

The little girl lying in Anne's arms didn't care about Holmes' eyes at all.He narrated what he had seen and heard in the afternoon on his own, with a childish voice, which made Holmes lose his temper.

Holmes: Because of my young age, I have done too much!

Annie, Rebecca:  …

"So, you still saw the pigeon!" Annie said in surprise.

Rebecca nodded seriously, and drew a big circle in the air with her two little hands: "There are so many!"

The childish words made Annie breathe a sigh of relief from the headache of the oil painting theft.Looking at Rebecca's immature face, she felt extremely warm.

Annie gently wiped the sweat from Rebecca's head, and said carefully: "You can sweat a lot in such a cold day. Drink more hot water tonight, and you will be fine if you get sick."

Feeling a little psychologically overwhelmed by illness, Rebecca quickly shook her head and waved her hand: "Rebecca will take a good rest at night and drink plenty of water. Don't get sick, don't get sick."

Mrs. Hudson packed up her things and put them down. At this time, she came over and joked, "Are you obedient now?"

She looked at Annie, and complained solemnly: "You don't know, Rebecca looked at the pigeons that were full of church squares, and chased them happily. I couldn't even scream, and I even chased them for two steps. , but I'm exhausted!"

Mrs. Hudson sighed exaggeratedly, teasing Anne to suppress a smile.After hearing this, Rebecca was very embarrassed.She lowered her head and stood up from Annie's arms.Step by step, he moved to Mrs. Hudson's side, and timidly grabbed Mrs. Hudson's sleeve.

"I'm sorry, Grandma Hudson." Rebecca whispered, "After me, I will definitely not be so naughty."

Mrs. Hudson, who wasn't really angry at all, saw Rebecca being so stupid and cute, and she came to admit her mistake, so naturally she didn't have the intention to pretend anymore.

She knelt down, took Rebecca's exclusive towel, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Mrs. Hudson turned her head and said hello to Annie: "I'll take her to wash her body, so she won't catch a cold then."

Anne nodded.

Rebecca was obediently held by Mrs. Hudson, and before going out, she turned her head and waved at Anne: "See you later, sister Anne."

Annie couldn't help laughing, and waved her hand.

That serious farewell look really seemed like that.If she didn't know, Rebecca would just go back to her little room to rest, thinking she was going away!

I don't know what kind of magic power is on little Rebecca, but just watching her bouncing around seems to make people relax a lot.

It's as if they also went out to play with this cute little person.

Holmes, who stood aside and waited for a long time, came in with a cup of hot water.

Seeing Annie looking down at the book, she didn't see him.Holmes deliberately took a few steps closer, sat down in front of Annie, and slowly drank hot water.

The childish look gave Annie the illusion that Holmes was just another little Rebecca.She looked at Holmes with a handsome face, and was deeply amused by the brain supply in her head.

Annie took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"Have you not come back, Watson?" she asked.

Holmes raised his head and put down the cup in his hand: "Yes. If I'm not mistaken, he should be with that Mary..."

Annie raised her eyebrows upon hearing this.There was a little interest in her eyes, this was the first time she watched Watson's dating progress!

Holmes glanced at Anne, and said in a flat tone, "Don't expect too much, Watson's process in this aspect has always been very boring."

As if hearing Anne's innermost thoughts, Holmes explained first.This made Annie helplessly stop the little theater in her mind, and looked at Holmes pitifully.

Being stared at by Annie made his back feel cold, Holmes hastily drank two mouthfuls of hot water before he recovered.Fortunately, Anne looked away after looking at Holmes for a while.

Otherwise, if she really asks him, she will also accompany her to do those boring things that Watson made.Holmes might really have a headache for a while.

"Since Watson has something to do. Are you going to add him to Moriarty's business?" Anne suddenly remembered and asked.

This was indeed something Holmes and she hadn't considered before.

Holmes hesitated.

If it is said that those women before, Watson was not suitable at all.It would be a waste of life not to accompany him to solve the case.Holmes will definitely ask him to travel firmly.

but……

Holmes frowned slightly, clasped his hands in front of him.

It seemed that this Mary was barely a match for Watson in every aspect.It seems good to have someone to accompany him?

Holmes looked at Anne who was quietly waiting for his answer, and nodded approvingly.

Just like him, watching the case by Anne's side.Although it doesn't speed up much, it seems to feel much more comfortable?

Like, hot water in your hand.Annie also reminds herself to rest and eat.Not to mention, an occasional sentence like a finishing touch helped him break through the confusion in front of him.

Holmes took a sip of hot water and nodded deeply as proof.

Not knowing where Holmes was thinking at all, Annie only looked at the deep serenity in his eyes and the man's slight nod from time to time.So I spread my hands, thinking that this topic was over.Then he lowered his head and continued to study the stolen oil painting.

Copy.

Portulier's stolen oil painting, very large.This is also what they couldn't figure out when they thought about it before.In the city, it has been checked, and there is no trace of oil painting.

However, if the other party has successfully transferred.Then, how does such a large apparent volume work?

Framed oil paintings are not like sketches, they can even be rolled into a ball, which is convenient and easy to carry.

However, Moriarty obviously cut up several copies of the oil painting as prizes for playing with Sherlock Holmes.This explanation is much more fluent.

However, the only problem is.

How many divided oil paintings are there?And are they all in Moriarty's hands...

Annie stood up, looked at the packed map scroll and studied it, and wrote a few words in her hand from time to time.On the thumbnail version of the map, draw a few strokes.

A person who can occupy this city for a long time, making even Mycroft fearful.Annie thought, and knew that it would definitely not be simple.How to proceed in this game...is something that no one knows.

Anne was in deep thought when Holmes suddenly said, "You are right, I should ask Watson to withdraw from this case for now."

Holmes had just finished speaking when he saw Annie's bewildered expression.His big eyes opened, looking at himself.How innocent, how innocent.

The tips of Holmes' ears turned red, and he coughed twice as if to cover up.He picked up the cup again and took a few sips before he calmed down.

Annie looked at Holmes helplessly, and couldn't help complaining in her heart.How long has passed, and suddenly the previous topic was brought up.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at Holmes, jokingly said, "Watson said you would do this occasionally, let me get used to it."

Holmes pursed his lips, a little confused: "What happens occasionally? What..."

Annie patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "You should be thinking too seriously. That topic was already half an hour ago."

Although Annie didn't say anything, Holmes felt that he had been rejected for no reason and was very hurt.

He looked at Annie with straight eyes and didn't speak.He acted as if he would not be happy until Annie confessed and apologized.

It really is a child!

Anne couldn't help smiling, and pulled Holmes aside who was unwilling to move.Pointing to the map scroll spread out on the ground, he handed Holmes a charcoal pencil.

"Where do you think the first place will be? Do you start with that note?" Annie changed the subject without making a sound.

Holmes glanced at Anne with grievances, and then bowed his head obediently, thinking seriously.

"If we say that the entire oil painting of Portullier is in Moriarty's hands. According to its size, it should be divided into six parts. Evenly divided." Holmes speculated.

Annie walked to the front of the copy and pointed to the oil painting: "According to its composition mode, if it is evenly divided, it will definitely affect the face of the girl in the center of the picture, so if it is for resale or collection, it is a damage to the painting itself. Huge harm, ordinary people would not do this."

Holmes pursed his lips: "You are right. But Moriarty..."

Is he someone who cares about the value of this oil painting?

In front of such people, the so-called priceless value of those who can seduce ordinary people may need to be re-evaluated.After all, this is a lunatic who bets everything and seeks neither fame nor fortune.