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"This is..." Annie stepped forward and gently picked up the note.

Holmes walked over to take a look, and sighed helplessly, "As I expected, Moriarty's gauntlet."

"He doesn't always like to be quiet, does he?" Anne shrugged. "He's a man in a hurry."

However, on second thought.For the two of them, Moriarty seemed to have been quiet for quite a while since they defeated Irene from the Mortul Racecourse last time.

If not, remember the engagement gift Irene gave to the Watsons, that threatening look at the end.Annie might mean that this matter is about to pass!

"Is there anything special about this picture?" Annie narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the oil painting in her hand.

The dark blue of the cool color is thick and colorful in this picture.Oil paint, swashbuckling, takes the lion's share on this one.

"Annie, what do you think this is?" Holmes pointed to a darker spot under the large dark blue.

Annie looked at it for a long time, tilting her head slightly, trying to understand this endless oil painting from various angles.

Holmes was quite serious at first, looking at Moriarty's "gift" with extreme care.One looked up, and inadvertently saw Annie shaking her head, so cute.

He endured it, and finally couldn't help laughing.She shrugged her shoulders a little bit, but it wasn't obvious.

Annie raised her head suspiciously when she heard Holmes' whisper.Blinking a pair of big innocent eyes, he looked at Holmes.

Mr. Detective stretched out his hand, moved it over Anne's forehead, and then landed on her nose and scraped lightly.

He wanted to hit Annie with a brain collapse, but Holmes was worried that if his hand was too strong and the girl would hurt, he would land on her nose instead.

"What's wrong?" Annie asked, covering her nose.

Holmes withdrew his hand very quickly, with an innocent look of "it's not me, don't look at me", and put his hand behind his back with a smile.

Seeing Holmes looking ready to play tricks, Annie felt extremely helpless.

She shrugged, and simply continued to fiddle with the oil painting in her hand.

"I think..." Annie pursed her lips and guessed, "It might be an island, or a reef."

Holmes nodded: "I also guessed the same way. But this piece is too small. Looking at it alone, I really can't tell what it is..."

Annie understood, and walked two steps to the vase.Together with Holmes, remove the heavy vase to reveal the deck below.

After taking out the replica copies from the covered ground, the two carefully moved the vase back to its original place.

Annie stood up, and was about to stitch the oil painting together for a look.Turning around, I saw Holmes still lying on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

Perhaps it was because the girl's gaze was too obvious, Holmes paused when he breathed.He raised his head in embarrassment: "Dust."

"What?" Annie didn't respond.

Holmes went on to explain, pointing to the dust on the ground: "I must try to put this back in its place as well."

Annie raised her eyebrows, a little speechless.

She nodded quite cooperatively on her face, with a serious look: "Well, it is necessary. After all, in many cases, dust is the place where people can find clues."

Obtained approval, Holmes lowered his head and began to blow more seriously.

What he didn't hear was that Annie turned around and muttered furtively: "However, after I moved in, the dust in this room is much less. There is really no need to blow that..."

Although she complained secretly in her heart, Annie's subordinates did not slow down.

After Holmes "fixed" the dust, he walked over contentedly, leaned beside Annie, and looked at the oil painting seriously.

After a while, Holmes saw that Annie was fascinated by the oil painting, so he couldn't help asking, "Do you see anything?"

Huan that shoulder lightly bumped Annie.

Annie smiled helplessly: "The main body of the oil painting is the little girl who is proposing a marriage in the house. But what Moriarty gave us this time is the background color that cannot be more cornered."

To be honest, if Moriarty hadn't carved out this piece alone.When appreciating this work normally, that part will definitely not take much time.Even careless people will simply forget this place and just pass over it.

"However..." Annie pursed her lips, "According to this ratio, I still prefer to be an island."

The painter only used two kinds of dark gray and black in that place, and nothing else.

At first glance, it is really easy to be considered a reef.

Annie didn't know why she insisted that it was an island...

"Island..." Holmes narrowed his eyes, habitually trying to take out his pipe from his pocket and light it.

But the hand stopped halfway.He looked at Anne at the side, and after some deliberation, he gave up this tempting idea.

After all, that's not healthy.

Anne's gaze lingered on the pipe in Holmes' hands without a trace.There was a slight smile on her lips, but she didn't speak.

"So, what exactly does Moriarty want to do?" Holmes put the pipe away and asked.

Annie turned her head and looked at him.

Mr. Detective frowned and walked around the room a few times.

"You must know that this is Moriarty. Every step he takes has its own purpose." Holmes narrowed his eyes. "He used Sam's hand to attract me to help Lestrade. An envelope, in Sam's cabin."

Holmes clasped his hands together and placed them to his lips.The graceful fingertips of the man playing the violin landed on his lips.

For a while, Anne didn't know whether to listen to Holmes' analysis or not to miss such a beautiful scene.She smiled and leaned against the wall looking at Holmes.I deeply feel that this is really a sweet trouble.

"He has calculated my every step." Holmes stood still, took a deep breath, and his eyes lit up. "This is really an opponent worth cherishing."

Holmes pursed his lips, and the corners of his eyes curved [-]% suspiciously.

This was the first time Anne heard Holmes' compliments to others.That kind of emotion, with a bit of sympathy and the helplessness of having to stop it, is mixed in his words.On the contrary, it sounds like the word "opponent" is floating back and forth between the lips and tongue.All kinds of flavors, people can't help but experience it carefully.

"You know, Moriarty needs to be dealt with in the end," Annie said.

Holmes looked up and clapped his hands lightly. With a "snap", he looked at Annie: "Of course."

……

Unbeknownst to Anne and Holmes, the professor they were talking about had just finished a lecture.

"Professor." Jack said, taking the book from him.Followed step by step.

Moriarty smiled, and walked forward with nothing to worry about.

"Is it delivered?" He asked.

Jack nodded: "Yes. Sam said that Holmes was not aware of the problem."

Hearing this, Moriarty turned his head in surprise and looked at Jack.

The latter bowed his head unconsciously: "At least, I haven't realized it yet."

He added.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something interesting, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Professor?" Jack asked with some doubts.

Moriarty cast a sideways glance at him.

Then he ordered: "Find an opportunity to reveal the news that the oil painting is already in Holmes' hands to those lunatics in Seinmut."

Turning his head, Moriarty's eyes were full of interest.

At this time, if they lose their last retreat.So... How will they choose to attack Holmes and the others?

Moriarty had to admit that he was looking forward to this very much...

Jack nodded yes.

Even he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Holmes and the others at this moment.

Just occasional intersections are enough to make Jack frightened.To be directly seen by those lunatics, I'm afraid, it's really a disaster.

"Yes, Professor."

Jack complied.Sympathy belongs to sympathy, things still need to be done.

As for whether Holmes and the others can survive in the end, Jack no longer cares.After all, even if he died, it would still be considered a play for Professor Moriarty in the end, and it would be considered a pastime, right?

Jack set off quickly to negotiate with Seinmut and the others.

"Wait," Moriarty said suddenly.

Jack paused.He turned around and asked very respectfully, "Professor, what else is there?"

Moriarty smiled: "Since I gave them the news, I have to get something back, right?"

Jack pursed his lips: "Understood."

Moriarty waved his hand: "Come back early."

Looking at Jack's back, Moriarty's gaze unconsciously fell on the map by the door.

The map next to the door is different from ordinary maps in the past.On the contrary, on top of it, there are layers of handwriting.Even, in the place that should be a vast ocean, there are dots circled.It draws the appearance of the truth that no one knows, but the truth.

Moriarty smiled, straightened his collar somewhat comfortably, and sighed deeply: "The real game is about to begin. Dear Mr. Holmes, are you ready?"

"Last question. Between us, the last game."

Moriarty clasped his hands together and leaned gently in front of him.In the eyes, there is a light of interest.

……

As night fell, the streets outside were already empty.

Pedestrians who occasionally pass by are also in a hurry.I can't wait to wrap my coat tighter so that the cold autumn wind will not leak in.

Anne and Holmes sat opposite each other by the window, both of them looked serious.

"This is a hot potato." Annie said suddenly.