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To say who Sherlock Holmes is most afraid of, it is really difficult to name the individual.

However, if it is said that it is the most annoying person to come to him, then the one who tops the list will undoubtedly be a certain Sherlock Holmes who always calls him "Xiali".

"I heard that Mycroft came to see you today?" Watson got the good news from Mrs. Hudson as soon as he returned to 221B, and couldn't wait to come to Holmes to ask for confirmation.

Holmes sat quietly in his seat, staring at the bullet-holed wall in front of him without blinking.

"Based on the time you came in and opened the door, and the things you asked me the first time you came to my place. I think..." Holmes looked up, "You should have already learned about it from Mrs. Hudson."

Watson stalked for a moment, but immediately thought that McCoff came to find Holmes, and he was definitely not the one who was most troubled.Thinking of it this way, even the daily oppressiveness of being choked by Holmes disappeared in an instant.

"So, did Mrs. Hudson say what it was?" asked Watson.

Holmes stood up and took out the pistol from nowhere. With a bang, another bullet hole appeared on the opposite wall.

"Boring..." he said.

Then changed positions, and one of the bullets went out of the trajectory.

After two disagreements, he fired. Watson felt that he didn't think there was any surprise.I really lived with this detective for a long time, and my connection ability has been strengthened a lot.

"Sherlock! I'll pay for the repairs in your rent!" Mrs. Hudson's voice came from downstairs, and it sounded like she wasn't very happy.

Watson raised his eyebrows: "How much more did she ask for you last time?"

Holmes closed his eyes and searched for such unimportant memories in the corners of his memory palace.

His expression was a bit bad: "Breakfast for a week."

Yes, Mrs. Hudson always knew how to subdue Mr. Detective.

It is definitely not a pleasant thing for Holmes, who has a low living ability, to prepare a week's breakfast for the two people in the house except him.

What's more, it's Mr. Holmes who can pretend that he doesn't need sleep by chewing coffee beans.

breakfast?What is that, is it necessary!

Watson endured it, but he still couldn't help but showed a somewhat optimistic expression: "Sherlock, I wish you good luck."

Holmes looked back at his good partner in solving the case, and paused: "Mycroft is coming, either it is another boring jewel theft, or it is an even more boring case. What a waste of time!"

Watson curled his lips: "However... your recent behavior seems to be more boring."

He went on, took a sip of the black tea Mrs. Hudson brought, and showed an appreciative smile on his face.He successfully got an unsightly look of disgust from Holmes, and picked up the biscuit and ate it on his own.

"It's really boring to follow Annie... Sherlock."

Watson said.

"I was recognized every time."

Watson was very accurate in making up the knife, and happened to hit Holmes with a heavy blow in the heart.

"Strange..." Holmes narrowed his eyes. "She can see why every time."

Watson shook his head, obviously he had given up trying to convince Holmes, and he just quietly chewed the biscuits, enjoying himself.

"So, how are you going to answer about Mycroft?" Watson asked.

Holmes turned his head so suddenly that Dr. Watson feared that his poor neck would not be wrenched off.

"What's the matter with Mycroft?" Holmes said calmly. "Has he been here today?"

Sherlock Holmes has mastered the skill of telling nonsense with eyes open.Impatient to deal with those boring little questions from Big Sherlock Holmes, just pretend not to know about other people's visits?

Watson felt that he might not know the detective well enough.It surprises him every time.

"Uh..." He thought for a while, "It's nothing."

Holmes smiled with satisfaction, but it was only a very faint curve of the corner of his mouth.Had Watson not known him long enough, it would have been difficult to observe Holmes' rare admiration for him.

"Okay, how are you going to deal with the last bombing case?" Watson finished his afternoon tea and picked up the newspaper that was on the side.

On the front page, the Portulier Building, which collapsed after the explosion, occupied most of the view.The impact is big enough for everyone who reads the newspaper.

What's more, it was Watson who had experienced it on the spot.

"Obviously, this explosion has a lot to do with the ones we were looking for before." Watson continued.

Holmes nodded slightly, turned his head to look at Watson, obviously waiting for the doctor's reasoning.

Watson raised his eyebrows: "There is also the homeless man who died strangely the day before. You obviously felt something at that time. Am I right, Sherlock?"

"Not bad." Holmes nodded.

Watson smiled.

Holmes continued: "As far as you are concerned, this inference is not bad."

Watson: The smile is fading...

Holmes stood up without seeming to notice it.Coming to the window, he gently picked up his violin and played a few notes that were not smooth.

"The homeless, the pattern of the street, and the explosion of Portulier."

Holmes narrowed his eyes: "Generally, these unconnected things are not put together. On the surface, these are completely masterpieces of different people."

Watson looked up at Holmes, awaiting his further deduction.

"but……"

Holmes turned his head and looked at Watson.He set up his beloved violin, and simply changed the position of pressing the strings with his left hand.A melodious song was played along with the bowstring of the right hand.

"If someone can observe more carefully, they will find that there is actually a very close connection among them."

Watson asked: "What is it?"

Holmes glanced at him and thought for a while, as if looking for a more suitable language so that Watson could better understand what he meant.

"A few days ago, one of the oil painting exhibitions was sold for a sky-high price in North America." Holmes said, "Its name is 'Little Girl Playing the Piano'."

Even those who did not pay much attention to oil paintings in Watson have heard of this painting.

After all, it's not every day that a high-priced work becomes famous overseas.

"So, what's wrong with this painting?" Watson asked, somewhat out of step.

Holmes pursed his lips and rolled his eyes lightly, apparently never thinking that Watson would be able to follow his train of thought like this.

"If this painting is real, it suddenly exploded during the exhibition in Portulier. The exhibition of sky-high oil paintings will definitely be protected by a lot of people."

He took two steps forward, took a cup of black tea from the table and drank it down in one gulp.Afterwards, the black tea, which was cooled down, was so bitter that his expression twisted slightly.

"However……"

Holmes paused for a while before continuing, "This painting will definitely not be exhibited lightly. I'm afraid there are quite a few replicas."

"Whether the thing that was taken away in the chaos in the explosion is the real thing or a replica..."

Watson tilted his head and guessed, "Replica?"

Holmes sighed and shook his head lightly: "No, it's the original and a replica."

"What?" Watson couldn't understand.

Holmes smiled, looking at the flow of people outside the window: "If I were them, I would definitely take away only one genuine painting. However, during the explosion, in such a short period of time, unless they have a close internal response, otherwise in such a short period of time, It is difficult to determine which one is the real one. After all, not everyone has the ability to quickly observe and draw conclusions..."

Watson quietly rolled his eyes: So, um, you have the ability.

"So what's our next step?" Watson asked.

The corners of Holmes' lips raised slightly, and he picked up his hat and put it on top of his head.

"There's another exhibition at Portouille in the afternoon..." he said.

Watson looked as if he had seen through everything: "You just can't let go of the idea of ​​following that poor girl..."

Holmes didn't even look at him, but just opened the door: "Before we go there, we need to pay a visit to Mycroft."

This made Watson extremely exceptional. Before he asked, Holmes had explained his purpose in an extremely "understanding" manner.

"Unless it's about me, it's probably some boring thing that takes into account the safety of a huge amount of property."

Watson wanted to ask something else, but Holmes had already opened the door and strode out.Only the back of the poor doctor was left, and Watson reluctantly picked up his cane.

"Why don't you remember that Mycroft was here..." Watson couldn't help muttering, "I'm going to look for him again at this time."

However, it is said.Watson's speed was not slow, and he caught up in a few steps.

It was still morning, and not many people went out.The car traveled smoothly along the way, and soon arrived at McCoff's mansion.

Watson got out of the car after Holmes, and was a little surprised to see the building in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows: "I thought at this time, I should go to the office to find him?"

Holmes sighed helplessly, as if he had given up a long time ago.He turned his head away and shook his head at Watson.

He pointed to the Big Ben not far away: "At this point, it is estimated that McCoff is either on the way to gain weight, or in the regret of exercising for eating more cakes."

Watson raised his eyebrows and looked behind Holmes with a slightly uneasy expression.

"Or, he is waiting at the door for the arrival of another Holmes."

Mycroft stood behind Holmes and said leisurely.

"Sherlock, you came a little later than I thought."

There was a disdainful smile in Mycroft's eyes: "So, is it because the recent ease makes your thinking slow down?"