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Although Sam lived a more casual life, he was still a Seinmut after all.

When Annie's eyes fell on his research for the first time, his expression became serious.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Sam asked.

Annie stood up casually, and walked around the messy little room.As if bored, he frowned and looked at some of Sam's notes, then put it down again.

"Your knowledge is good." Annie said, without hesitating to praise, "Such a talent, why do you have to think about it and cooperate with Moriarty?"

When Sam heard the name, his eyes enlarged uncontrollably for a moment.

"Why do you..." He had just finished speaking halfway, when he remembered Holmes standing beside him.

Sam's eyes fell on his friend the detective, and he leaned on him dejectedly for a while, smiling as if mocking himself.

"Of course, how could Sherlock not know?" He shrugged, "Sherlock always knows everything, clever Sherlock..."

He was muttering.Little by little, he looked like a lunatic.He spoke intermittently, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if he was going crazy.

Holmes stepped forward and patted Anne lightly on the shoulder.He motioned her to wait for him: "Sam and I have a few words alone."

Annie glanced at Holmes, a little worried.

She put down the note in her hand and hesitated slightly.In the end, he nodded, and stepped out of the hut first, waiting outside.

Sam seemed to be immersed in his own world, and he didn't care whether the two left or not.He was chattering, laughing and crying for a while, and he kept muttering something, but he couldn't hear clearly.

Holmes looked at such a man with mixed feelings for a moment.

"Moriarty asked you to cooperate because he was using your identity and my previous relationship." Holmes said, "What did he promise you?"

There was a pause in the muttering in Sam's mouth.

He looked up, with a slightly suspicious smile on his lips.The red eyes looked at Holmes without blinking.It's like wanting to engrave him in his mind for a lifetime.

"He didn't promise me anything," Sam said.

Holmes approached a little closer: "Impossible. You are not someone who can't see being used! Sam, I know you. You hate people taking advantage of you the most."

Sam raised his head slumpedly, with a fearless look of broken jars.He just laughed at Holmes.

"It's so interesting... Hahaha." He smiled, shaking his whole body, as if twitching, "You said you know me? Hahaha, it's so interesting."

Holmes couldn't bear to see his nervous appearance, so he seemed to give up, walking back and forth in his hut, observing the clues here.

Sam said suddenly: "Don't waste your energy. You can't see anything useful from here."

"No, I know that you have been in a state of alcoholism and indulgence recently. Because of the failure of a job, to be precise, it should be the failure of a business negotiation." Holmes said.

Sam nodded indifferently: "Well, Porturiel's expansion was placed on my head by them."

He said carelessly: "Let me save you some time, there is no news anyway."

Holmes turned to look at him, but said nothing.

Sam leaned against the wall and forced himself to his feet.The legs after a night of hangover are still a little soft.Just as he stood up, he staggered.Kankan supported something beside him, and barely stood still.

He smiled and said to Holmes, "My research has not made any progress for three years."

As if venting his anger, Sam grabbed the surrounding drafts: "They are simply a group of blood-sucking moths! They gave up on me..."

He looked at the ground in a daze, his body trembled, and he murmured: "They gave up on me, they gave up..."

Holmes looked a little unhappy: "Then, what are they doing?"

Sam looked up at Holmes.There was an indifferent smile on his face: "I don't know."

He shook his head, as if meeting Holmes for the first time, poked his head in great disappointment, and lowered his voice: "What did you choose, is there any difference?"

Sam's body was a little unsteady, and the movement of probing his head was obviously a tricky thing for a hangover.

He lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Sam simply sat on the ground and continued to mutter: "Whoever controls the time is the ultimate power! What's the point of the rest?"

"When did Moriarty find you?" Holmes asked.

Sam's complaints were interrupted by Holmes' question.He smiled, but looked no different from a crying face.

He lay slumped on the ground: "Sherlock, Holmes... is really a smart man."

Holmes looked at him calmly, without any reaction.

"When you leave, my research will gradually become yellow." Sam said, "It's yellow..."

Holmes knelt down and leaned beside Sam and said, "So, you are working with Moriarty. Just to get me back?"

"Come back?" Sam seemed to have heard something funny, and turned his head to look at Holmes.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Holmes without blinking.

Sam said in a word: "No, of course not. I don't need you to come back now."

"What you want is to take revenge on me and leave your research?" Holmes raised his head, realizing that the reason for all this was so childish and absurd.

Sam smiled: "Or, you can get rid of me now. Otherwise..."

He looked at Holmes' back without turning his head, and amplified his voice: "You will regret it! Sherlock, you will definitely regret it!"

Sam's yelling was loud, and in the end he even added a bit of crying.

It is estimated that even he himself does not know what he is sad about?

Holmes lowered his eyes slightly, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips: "Regret? Is it because of leaving at the beginning, or is it letting you go now?"

Annie, who was waiting outside, saw Holmes with such a sullen face.

She took two steps forward with some worry, and instinctively held the man's hand.

In the palm of my hand, I was touched by the girl's softness and warmth.Holmes looked up at Anne.The undisguised tension and worry in her eyes warmed Holmes' heart.

He smiled and rubbed Annie's head lightly: "It's okay. It's just a lunatic I knew in the past. That's all."

Annie didn't speak, but stood beside Holmes quietly, to be his constant companion.

If it is really a lunatic who doesn't care, why should Holmes come to visit.Even, with Inspector Lestrade, he concealed the news for Sam.In the final analysis, all these actions were just to meet Holmes.

It can be said that it took a lot of effort.

Annie looked at Holmes and sighed slightly in her heart: Sherlock, if you didn't deal with him today, it has already proved your complicated feelings towards him.

Not an enemy, nor a friend.

What should that be?

Anne didn't know, and Holmes probably couldn't figure it out either.

"Come on," said Holmes, "to accompany you to find Darren."

Anne looked at Holmes and was silent for a while.Only then nodded: "Okay."

Since Holmes didn't want to talk about it any more, let the matter of that Sam come to an end for now.

Annie's understanding made Holmes breathe a sigh of relief.

He took Annie's hand and led her in this secret passage in Portulier, turning left and right for a while, and then returned to the hall where the rich and noble were framed.

The exhibition was coming to an end, and there were not many people in the exhibition hall.

Annie soon found Darren in one place, and pulled Holmes over there.

"Darren," she said.

Darren, who was still sitting and waiting, couldn't believe it when he heard the familiar voice behind him.

It was almost noon, and when the exhibition was about to end, did Annie actually come?

Darren turned his head, and when he saw Anne and Holmes, he couldn't believe it: "I thought you wouldn't come again today."

Anne felt a little guilty: "I'm really sorry, Darren. There are some temporary things."

Darren glanced at Holmes and said in a bad tone, "Is it Mr. Holmes' business?"

As soon as the words were spoken, Darren realized that his tone was inappropriate.

He hastily said, "Forget it, you'll be fine when you come."

Darren reported to Anne all the invitations received today, as well as the bids for Anne's paintings.

"There are a lot of them, and they really want to see you." Darren said, "If you are here, you can get more from this exhibition."

Annie didn't think it was a pity. To be honest, what Darren said was enough to surprise her.

"Porturiel, why do you think you like me so much?" Annie looked at the invitation with a smile, "They even reserved such a good place for me in their auction?"

Darren looked at the invitation in Anne's hand, and nodded: "It should be that there are more people who came to inquire about your work today, so they are interested in the profits here."

He persuaded: "The auction of the Seinmut family is a rare opportunity. Besides, the city where it was held is in Lincheng. You haven't been back for a while. Wouldn't it be nice to go and see it?"

Annie's eyes fell on the address on the invitation, and she was silent for a while.

Yes, it seems that I haven't been back for a while after thinking about it.

that home.

She hasn't been to that town for a long time.

After she left the orphanage, she went to live alone for several years.

"Success." Annie said, "Speaking of which, we met there!"