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In fact, it is not easy to do anything these days.

Anne looked at Miss Brown who was busy, and had to admit this terrible thing.

"This painting should be hung at the entrance, why did you put it here!" Miss Brown was about to be tormented mad by this group of porters who always did not do it right, "I have said it many times, the height of the painting should be Vary from painting to painting."

She hastily walked to the side of a vertical painting, out of breath.

"Look, is the layout of this painting suitable for hanging like this!"

Annie stood aside, very sensible and quiet, for fear that Miss Brown's anger would harm the innocent.

To be honest, Annie looked around.After the main hall of Portouille was bombed two days ago, she was overjoyed that her solo exhibition could still be held.

Portulier deserves to be backed by a big tree, rich and powerful.Even if the front of the building in the main hall was blown up and completely scrapped in the past two days, a temporary wall was quickly surrounded in the past two days.At least, from the outside, it doesn't look like the tragic scene of the case at all.

"Annie, don't worry." Brown came over and interrupted Annie's wandering, "Tomorrow, I will definitely give you a solo exhibition of Portolier's level."

Annie smiled, her bright eyes were bent, full of sweetness.

"I believe in Portulier, and I believe in your personal ability even more."

Brown was taken aback.

In such a situation, the average person would probably be very worried.She came over and said this in order to appease the painter's unnecessary emotions.

Suddenly, get such affirmation.Brown was a little uncomfortable...

"Of course." Brown paused, realizing that he was wrong, and quickly added, "You can go back earlier today, and leave it to me here."

Anne looked around, working in full swing.

Standing here by myself, there is actually nothing I can do to help.

She pursed her lips, a little hesitant.In fact, if she could, she would have gone home long ago.It's just that the two-day journey was really frustrating.

Someone with a lingering soul, but she had nothing to say.

"Annie?" Brown waited for a while without answering.She blinked and looked at Annie.

Anne came out of her thoughts and looked at Miss Brown who was waiting for her answer.She pursed her lips slightly: "Then I'll go first, I'll leave it to you here."

Brown nodded: "Don't worry."

Annie thought to herself: I am very relieved, I am just thinking about the things on the road later, and I am a little tired.

As for the person who made Annie's heart tired, she was very happy to find that the girl finally decided to come out of Portolier.

Holmes: Let me stay in that busy construction site again, and my brain is about to rebel.

He squinted his eyes and saw Brown watching the girl turn around a few times before taking it back.Holmes turned around to avoid another wave of workers carrying easels, took a dark brown sweat towel from the back of the last one, and wrapped it around his neck. With his dusty hair, he looked like a local worker look like.

"Elseia Square."

In the blink of an eye, Annie was already in the carriage, and the ruts were pressed all the way.If it hadn't been for Holmes' quick reaction, I'm afraid he would have almost missed him.

"It's not fair! You have a carriage..." Mr. Detective curled his lips and looked around for a long time.Seeing that there was even a man-made rally car on the corner of the street, his eyes lit up.

He quickly walked over and knocked on the drowsy car owner: "Elsea Square, hurry up."

The owner of the car was leaning against the wall, half dozing off.With a cigarette still half in his mouth, he was suddenly woken up, startled.All the cigarettes in his mouth fell to the ground, and he bowed his head and felt very distressed.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Holmes had already turned around and got on the car seat, and calmly arranged his clothes: "Plaza Elsia."

The car owner blinked his eyes before realizing the position: "Okay."

"Hurry up," Holmes added, handing the coachman two extra coins without saying a word.

Sure enough, the speed at which the coachman ran was not lacking in the power given by the heavy coins.Relying on the small and nimble car, it can be regarded as breaking a high road on the road.

"Wait!" said Holmes suddenly.

As he had imagined, Anne certainly wouldn't simply go back in a carriage.If Holmes hadn't observed himself, he probably wouldn't have noticed that the dazed figure on the carriage was not the girl herself.

The coachman was a little puzzled: "There's still a mile or two left!"

"Change the plan, rent me your car." Holmes jumped out of the car at once, and added another small bag of coins to the driver neatly.Before anyone could react, he quickly took off the driver's hat and put it on his head crookedly.

"Alas!" The coachman just realized that a steamy silk cloth was thrown into his arms.

Holmes pulled the cart without looking back, "I'll see you off."

The coachman looked at the man, lit a cigarette without knowing it, and took a deep drag.With the smell of low-quality tobacco, he choked it into his throat, which made him wake up a bit.

"Strange person." He came to a conclusion like this, and deeply believed that it was not that he had a problem, but that this strangely dressed person was different from ordinary people.

With such a conclusion, the coachman finally calmed down.

Looking around, there happened to be a tavern not far away.The coachman weighed his newly acquired purse and decided to have a good drink, so as not to waste this unexpected wealth.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Annie made a deal with the carriage driver and asked him to be pulled all the way to Elthea Square, then found a blind spot at the corner, and quickly jumped off the car.

"Don't follow me." Anne prayed inwardly.

She just wanted to go home quietly, why is it so difficult?

It's about two or three miles away, and it's just a walk away.

Thinking about it, Annie found a small path with little smoke, and walked back slowly.

She could be considered to have discovered that if she passed by the market, just walk through the two steps of the market, and the big detective who followed behind could completely change into a new attire.

Anne felt tired for the detective.

Just as she was thinking, a rickshaw passed her and made a turn in front of her.

The coachman has buck teeth, and even has a yellowish-brown color from years of smoking.On the rough skin, there is a big and awkward nose.The hat was pushed down so low that the eyes could barely see.

However, it is not easy to run over with this travel-laden body.

Annie pursed her lips and looked at the familiar string of question marks in front of her, even she felt a little distressed.

"How about..." Annie thought in her heart, "Just pretend not to recognize it and settle it once and for all?"

Holmes looked at the expression of the girl in front of him, from helplessness to hesitation.He said with a strange accent: "Miss, do you need to take a trip?"

Annie pursed her lips, nodded as if giving up after a while, turned around and got into the car: "Plaza Elsea."

"Okay!" Holmes chuckled to himself, apparently not seeing himself this time.

The great detective's disguise has always been excellent.As far as this ability is concerned, I don't know how much time it has saved him.This was the first time that he met someone who could quickly see through his disguise.

But... that's about it.

Holmes nodded to himself inwardly, feeling that the disguise this time was very good.Didn't see it, didn't even the girls see it?

The car did not go slowly all the way, and Annie got off the car very consciously after arriving at Erthea Square.

"Don't you need me to help you?" Holmes tentatively asked. "It seems that your home is still some distance away."

Annie looked at him and said nothing.

Holmes was scrutinized by the girl carelessly.The most frightening thing about camouflage is direct eye contact.

As for his disguise, there is no need to worry about this.

The lowered brim just happens to explain the free line of sight.

Annie sighed: "Last time, I gave you three coins. This time, you can count on me."

After finishing speaking, she simply turned around and left.Holmes, who was suddenly thrown off his horse, stood there, unable to react for a long time.

"What?" Holmes frowned rarely.

She sees me?

If he failed this time, he would return to Baker Street.Mr. Detective still broods over it and cannot forget it.

Sherlock with a sad face, this is what Mrs. Hudson saw when the tea was served.

"Sherlock, what's the matter?" Mrs. Hudson was a little surprised. You know, the last time she met Holmes like this was when Watson was in danger.

Holmes quietly took some tobacco from the embroidered shoe beside his desk, and slowly rolled it up.

Nonviolent noncooperation.

Mrs. Hudson was no stranger to Holmes with this appearance.

She sighed, and very calmly put the tea in front of Holmes.Before leaving the door, he suddenly remembered and turned around: "Oh, that's right. Sherlock, someone is looking for you today."

"Not the client." Holmes narrowed his eyes. "Otherwise, the temperature of this chair would not have changed at all, and even the folds on it would be exactly the same as when I went out."

Mrs. Hudson took a few deep breaths, as if she was completely used to such daily reasoning.

"Oh no," she said.

Holmes looked up, put his palms together on his knees.

"It's your brother, Sherlock," said Mrs. Hudson.

Mycroft Holmes.

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