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Annie just ran out when she saw an acquaintance head-on.

"Darren? Aren't you busy this morning?" Annie was very surprised.

Darren looked nervous and sweating profusely, completely different from his usual unhurried image.

Anne was still full of doubts and wanted to say something, but seeing the sweat on Darren's face, she couldn't say anything.

She just sighed, pulled out the handkerchief from Darren's pocket, and stuffed it into his hand: "Wipe off, I'm sweating a lot."

"You didn't come running here, did you?" Annie raised her eyebrows.

Darren gasped for breath before wiping the sweat from his brow.He didn't answer Annie's question, but just looked back and forth at Annie several times.As if to confirm the safety of the girl.

"It's great that you're fine." Darren squeezed Annie's shoulders tightly, and the muscles in his arms bulged, as if he was going to hug the girl tightly in his arms the next moment.However, reason is trying to restrain itself.

Annie smiled and comforted: "You know, I'm fine."

"What will happen!"

What set off Annie's words was the "boom" of the building in the background board, and after the flames blazed, it slowly collapsed.

For a while, the dust was flying, mixed with the hot and hot smell, which made everyone breathless.

Annie squinted her eyes and looked behind her, a little dumbfounded.

On how it feels to be dismantled all of a sudden...

Anne said that it was quite a slap in the face.a little embarrassing...

"Let's go." Darren was quite understanding.He put his coat on the girl and led her to the carriage parked beside him.

The carriage left slowly, leaving only the ruts along the way.

Watson looked at the back of the receding carriage with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"So, a little girl is faster than you?"

Holmes frowned, looking at the collapsed building, as if looking at such a hateful enemy.Watson felt that if possible, his detective friend even wanted to blow up the building a few more times.

"Impossible," said Holmes. "There must be something wrong in it."

Of course, to be honest, it was just a consulting detective who refused to admit defeat.

……

Annie swore that when she went out these two days, someone would always follow her.

Every time she turned her head, the string of question marks was in the corner not far away.

"So, what exactly do you want?"

Holmes had been wearing his false beard, pretending to be an old tramp around the corner.Even Anne had to admit that just looking at his hunched back, Confucian beard and dirty hat, it was really not easy to believe that this was the handsome detective he saw at first.

Sherlock Holmes was snatched away by the girl, and for a moment he couldn't believe that his disguise had failed.

"My dear lady, I am very hungry." Holmes spoke broken English, and even pretended to have a tropical accent. "It would be great if you could give me some bread."

Annie sighed helplessly, and rolled her eyes angrily.He took out three coins from his pocket and stuffed them heavily into the hands of "The Vagabond" Holmes one by one.

"Stay away from me, thank you." Annie smiled, "It's a waste of time."

Holmes looked delighted to finally have something to eat, tightly clutching the coin in his hand, and nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, miss!"

With just this accent, it looks like she hasn't given up at all.Annie curled her lips. To be honest, she hadn't thought at all that she had anything worthy of this famous detective's attention.

However, if people don't say anything, what can she do?

The very first moment Anne left, Holmes swayed the three coins in his hand carefully.

"This is the version of the previous few years. It is not used much in banks, and it is only widely used in the market." Holmes looked at it, lightly rubbed the surface of the coin, and looked at the marks on his hand. "There's no oil, so it didn't come from a market. Usually the coins aren't clean."

"Or, it's just that girls like to be clean?" Watson walked in and saw Holmes in his room, as if he was dealing with some important case, with an extremely serious face.

On the table, there are three coins.

If you don't know, you may think that there is some big clue on this coin.

"Can't you let this matter go?" Watson reluctantly took the coin from Holmes' hand, "Sherlock, although you don't have a case in your hand for the time being, this is too..."

"Interesting?" continued Holmes.

Watson shook his head: "No, it's strange. This is too strange."

The doctor went around Holmes and took his seat.Mrs. Anderson has always been considerate. Although she is only the landlord of the two of them, she will unconsciously take care of them.

After all, if Holmes was left alone, they might come to collect his body in a few days.

It is estimated that most of them died of starvation.

"You really should try it. Mrs. Hudson's craftsmanship is really getting better and better." Watson didn't hesitate to praise himself, and just seeing him chewing biscuits one after another was enough to show his love.

Holmes glanced back at Watson. The doctor was clearly preoccupied with carbohydrates and fat.He looked at Watson's abdomen and nodded silently.

Well, the fat on the belly is also occupied by carbohydrates and fat.

Like some man who is always gaining weight.

Another Sherlock Holmes.

"Watson, I'm so glad you like these." Mrs. Hudson came over, holding a pot of black tea in her hand.

Watson stood up and took what Mrs. Hudson was holding: "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. This is really lovely."

The food that comes out is genuinely appreciated.This is definitely something that will make every food baker feel very happy, not to mention that Watson has always been a very talkative person.

Two or three sentences made Mrs. Hudson extremely happy.

"Holmes..." Mrs. Hudson turned around, her smile restrained a little, "you can eat something."

"No," replied Holmes quickly.

Mrs. Hudson and Watson looked at each other, and they both saw a bit of helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Come on, he hasn't eaten seriously for several days."

Watson curled his lips. It's not something he can say just by saying a word.

Sure enough, Mrs. Hudson had only been out for a short time.Even before Watson found a suitable way to speak, Holmes was ready to go out in a new attire.

"Where are you going?" Watson asked, standing up.

Holmes put on a blindfold and turned to Watson with a shocking countenance.

If he hadn't watched Holmes dress up step by step with his own eyes, Watson would hardly have imagined that this man with a pirate-like vagabond air all over his body would be his good friend Sherlock.

"To solve unsolved doubts."

Watson raised his eyebrows, stuffed another biscuit into his mouth, and hurriedly followed: "What?"

Unexpectedly, Holmes did not want Watson to appear by his side this time.

"It's already difficult for me to dress up alone. I'm afraid it will be easier for her to recognize you..."

Holmes, who had been carrying a string of question marks in Annie's eyes, refused solemnly.

Annie: I don't know why, but I always feel cold on my back.

……

When she turned the corner and saw the man following her for the third time, Annie had completely lost her patience.

Turning around, he took out Holmes dressed as a pirate, and said solemnly, "Stop following me."

Holmes: "Okay."

However, only a short while later.Annie rolled her eyes, and the man in a suit who was sitting seriously beside her was waiting for the gypsy to tell her fortune.Isn't that string of familiar question marks above the head?

"In your past, I have seen the danger of being displaced." The gypsy woman said, stroking Holmes' palm with her hand.

Anne strode forward and took Holmes' hand.

"If you still follow me, you will see more adventures in your future. Dear Mr. Detective..."

After speaking, Annie threw two coins into the gypsy woman's bowl.

The gypsy woman was about to yell at first, but suddenly she became quiet in an instant.

Holmes angrily tore off the tie he had just taken out of nowhere, stared deeply at Anne's back as she went away, and gasped a few times.

"That's really surprising," he said, turning his head to smile at the gypsy woman, and tossing two coins, "You're doing pretty well."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked quickly towards the direction where the girl was leaving.

It was the first time Annie encountered such a persevering follower, but he was also a well-known good person.What's more, she didn't do anything to herself, so that she didn't even know what reason to use to make a move.

It was the first time for Darren to see Annie come back so quickly, and he was a little surprised: "Has the oil painting been dealt with?"

It's okay not to mention this, Annie felt as if she was set on fire, and she was about to turn into a puffer fish in minutes.

A small fair face was swollen with anger, not to mention how cute it seemed to Darren.

"You don't know, as soon as I go out, that person follows me from a distance, and keeps changing clothes, as if I can't tell..."

Annie seemed to finally have an opening to vent, chattering for a while.

"I swear, if he does it again, I'll give him that perfect chin!"

Holmes: Clean up, it's time to prepare for the next change of clothes.

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