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Watson's pupils dilated a little, as if he was frightened by such a possibility.His face was a little pale, and his breathing couldn't help being a little short.

Holmes glanced at him, and took a deep breath.Turning around, Annie was ready to go.

"Wait, Sherlock." Watson said suddenly.

The two of them stopped walking away.

Watson took a few quick steps and caught up.Maybe it was the shock just now that made him panic for a while, or it was just a mess in the middle of the night.

Left and right, his forehead was stained with sweat in such an autumn day: "Sherlock, do you know who did this?"

Annie felt a little tense when she heard this.

She looked at Holmes nervously, her lips pursed tightly.Anne didn't know at this time whether she should tell Watson.

Holmes gave Anne a reassuring look before turning his head away: "I don't know yet, anyway, you have to be careful."

Watson looked deeply at Holmes and remained silent for a while.He let out a long sigh and nodded in agreement.

Anne and Holmes hurried out of the building.

"Are you afraid that Watson will cause more trouble if he finds out?" Annie asked in a low voice.

Holmes glanced at her and walked to the long-awaited car.He helped Annie to sit on it first, and he just pushed up the handlebar, and simply sat on the driving place.

After a few operations, this advanced big guy made a "poof".Only then slowly drove up.

"I think this family is much deeper than what we thought before." Holmes said, "Although they don't say it on weekdays, the people under Mycroft are not useless trash."

In the middle of the night, Holmes' face was somewhat blurred.

Annie looked at him, and couldn't help feeling worried in her heart.

"Mycroft's people were easily eliminated. We didn't even hear anything." Annie frowned and shook her head uncontrollably, "I suspect..."

Holmes turned his head and looked at Annie: "I doubt it too."

"Is there an internal response to McCoff's subordinates?" Annie asked.

Holmes sighed: "Although, there is no evidence yet. However, we cannot rule out this possibility."

Even, he couldn't suppress this conjecture.

For this incident tonight, it seems that this conjecture is the most logical possibility.

"Are we going to Mycroft's house now?" Annie asked.

Holmes shook his head and steered the car around a corner: "No, let's go back to Baker Street."

With such a big incident, even if there is an internal response, he would never dare to lie to Mycroft.

Otherwise, wouldn't exposure be a matter of minutes?

Just as Holmes expected, when the familiar Baker Street appeared in front of the two, the man with the belly was already standing at the door of 221B.

Mycroft smiled: "Aren't you inviting me in, Xiali?"

In late autumn, the wind at night is even colder.Standing for a long time will be like a cold wind.Let the coolness penetrate into the body like water.It's chilly, straight to the bone marrow.

"Next time, you should start later." Holmes couldn't help but said when he opened the door.

He turned sideways and let Annie walk in first.

Mycroft pursed his lips and smiled, and touched his cool coat: "You should know that I haven't been waiting here for a long time."

Holmes lowered his eyes, and his eyes wandered over Mycroft for a while.Then he turned around and entered the room neatly.

"Yes, I mean if you come out late, you can catch up with your subordinates' news if you can't say it."

Mycroft's legs paused before slowly falling to the ground.

He turned around and closed the door carefully.

The gate of 221B was tightly locked.On the street, the car that had just stopped was also taken care of by several people under McCoff.

For a moment, Baker Street seemed to return to the tranquility of an hour ago.There are no passers-by, and few pedestrians.Even the lights in the neighboring houses were turned off.

After all, it was already late at night.It was time to fall asleep.

"What did they tell you?" Holmes asked after Mycroft sat down.

Mycroft looked at Holmes reproachfully: "Charlie, it's so late. Shouldn't you make me a cup of tea?"

Holmes stopped Annie, who was about to get up, and looked at Mycroft's belly with a bit of disdain: "If you want a drink, get it yourself. It's over there."

Mycroft turned his head away, thinking about the distance between himself and the teacup.After thinking about it, I decided to pretend that I hadn't said this.

"They just reported that you were attacked here." Mycroft changed the subject solemnly.

Holmes didn't poke him. "When?"

Mycroft's expression froze slightly, and he pursed his lips in distaste: "Half an hour after the incident happened."

This time can be said to be very long.

Annie raised her eyebrows slightly, and it's not because McCoff disliked her.Such a delay, if there is no internal response, who can believe it?

After all, she lived in Baker Street these days.Although when Holmes talked about this brother, he always looked very disgusted.But I have to admit that the efficiency of the people under McCoff is definitely not slow.

"So, the other party is blatantly trying to tell you that there is a problem with your subordinate?" Annie asked with some doubts.

Mycroft sighed, turned his head and glanced at Annie: "So, this is the problem."

Holmes looked at Mycroft, his eyes widened slightly.Hands, involuntarily resting on the table.

Mycroft was somewhat uncomfortable being looked at by Holmes.He coughed twice, cleared his throat unnaturally, and said, "However, these people are all under my command and have worked for a long time. They have never found any problems before."

This made Annie not understand.

"Then, why did you choose to expose it now?" Annie asked.

McCaw didn't speak, just sighed.The head actually lowered a little bit.This somewhat frustrated look is really quite different from the usual Mycroft.

Looking at his shriveled appearance, Holmes couldn't help but wanted to smile even though he knew it was inappropriate.He lowered his head, trying to hide the corners of his mouth that were unconsciously raised.

Mycroft glanced at Holmes, also looking extremely helpless.

"So, almost no one under your command can be completely trusted?" Annie asked.

Mycroft nodded: "Since they can infiltrate into the group of people I trust the most, it is estimated... whether there is any problem with the rest needs to be re-evaluated."

Holmes sneered.

Mycroft blushed a little, he straightened his neck and argued: "As long as you give me some time, I will be able to find out this guilt."

Annie stretched out a finger and pursed her lips slightly: "But, you don't know whether it is one person or several."

There is nothing wrong with that.

It also made it difficult for McCoff to refute.

Holmes stood up: "So, the other party did not hesitate to expose, just to buy some time."

Mycroft pursed his lips and nodded irrefutablely.

He sighed, looking into Holmes' eyes for the first time, showing undisguised worry.

"Xiali, the opponent is aggressive this time. You must be careful."

Holmes paused, with a look of uneasiness on his face.He took a deep breath, then turned his head and said, "I'm not you. You just need to pay attention these days."

The slightly raised jaw, and the self-conscious gaze.Anne couldn't help but smile.

"So, how much do you know about Seinmut?" Annie asked.

She took out the envelope she got on Little Rebecca's bed and placed it between the three of them.

Both Mycroft and Holmes looked over, as if they wanted to make a fool of this short line of words.

"The other party only gave 24 hours and asked us to exchange that oil painting for Rebecca?" Holmes said, pursing his lips lightly.

McCoff glanced at Annie and blinked: "The oil painting that Moriarty just gave you?"

Annie nodded.

McCoff stretched out his hand and said, "Show me."

Anne glanced at Holmes, who nodded slightly.She just pulled out the scroll of oil painting from a very hidden place.

"This, what's so special?" Mycroft looked at it for a long time, but didn't understand the deep meaning of it.

Holmes stepped forward and pointed to a black spot on it: "I think, everything here is inseparable from this island."

He turned his head and stared at Mycroft's face without blinking: "What's so special about this island?"

Mycroft frowned.He pondered for a long time before tentatively opening his mouth: "I haven't paid attention to this thing. But..."

He paused, and then said to Holmes, "I remember, isn't there a case that seems to have something to do with it?"

Holmes clapped his hands, showing an extremely excited look.

"Yes! That ship robbery!"

Sherlock Holmes had seen the files of the case ten years ago.

……

Not all islands will be put on the map exactly.For many things, if you only look at what others have drawn, it is difficult to see the truth behind it.

Of course, this only represents the majority of people.

And Moriarty, was never one of those people.

"Senmut and the others made a move?" Moriarty didn't lift his head, and just dropped his hand on the map in front of the table, rubbing it lightly.

Jack looked in the direction of his fingertips, and found with some doubts that Professor Moriarty's hand was circling in the vast ocean.

Just when he wanted to distinguish what was written in the densely packed handwriting here, a hand suddenly covered it completely.

"Sorry, Professor." Jack looked away instantly, and bowed his head very respectfully.

If it wasn't for his slightly trembling hands that fell beside him, no one would be able to detect Jack's fear at this time anyway.

Moriarty's gaze flicked over his hand.

The corners of his lips curled up in an imperceptible arc, and his hands were gently retracted.

"Say," Moriarty said.

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——The Great Sage put down that peach

The sweetest heroine ever written by Pudding...

When Tao Xiaoyao saw him for the first time, she caught the little monkey stealing her peaches.

She sank into her dantian and shouted: "Stop."

Then, he was thrown off his feet by the peach pits everywhere.

Even if it is a knot.

Later, the little monkey became a great sage.

Tao Yao thought that she could finally eat a peach in peace.

结果

Sun Wukong: To be honest, flat peaches are much sweeter than this one.

Tao Xiaoyao: Then can you let go of that peach first?

Sun Wukong: No... I just like to steal from you.