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Jack swallowed, and quickly adjusted his rapid breathing.Trying to be calm, he came to report to the professor: "Sainmut and the others broke into Baker Street last night."

Moriarty stopped drinking water, and turned his head slightly towards Jack's direction by two points: "Continue."

Jack took a deep breath before continuing: "It is said that they took the little girl Rebecca away. Our people estimate that they should be planning to exchange the little girl for the oil painting."

Moriarty turned his head calmly, and looked at Jack suspiciously.Seeing that Jack's back felt a little chilly, after a while, he gradually began to tremble.It's just that I tried my best to restrain myself, and didn't let the real trembling come out.Let Professor Moriarty read the joke.

Moriarty looked at Jack amusedly, looking so nervous.He looked at it for a while before turning his head.

Give Jack time to breathe.

"Rebecca..." Moriarty muttered the name, his eyes were a little empty, and he didn't know what he thought of.

After a while, he put down the pen he was playing with.Let this precious fountain pen fall from midair like this.

There was a hint of madness in Moriarty's eyes.

In his mouth, imitating the sound of falling: "Whew..."

Jack stood aside, silently watching the pen fall to the ground, the precious casing had some cracks and scratches.

Moriarty, before the pen, stared at it for a while.Only then did he look overjoyed: "I have a question with you, Mr. Holmes. Finally, a question..."

This isn't the first time Jack has seen Moriarty look like a madman.He knew that every time the professor was so happy and presumptuous, there would always be more or less people who would burst into tears soon after.

This, he should have been used to.

but……

Jack lowered his eyes, and the chill behind his back was still unstoppable.

It was the first time he'd seen Moriarty's eyes actually light up.It's like a hungry wolf that has been dormant for a long time, and finally saw a prey worthy of his shot.

Moriarty turned his head with a very calm face.It was as if the man who was about to dance just now was not him.

If Jack hadn't seen a few drops of sweat still clinging to his forehead on his forehead, it would have been hard to imagine the huge change in Moriarty's mood in such a short period of time.

Seeing the light and cold look in Moriarty's eyes, Jack couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

Even he unconsciously doubted: Is that almost crazy man just now really Professor Moriarty?

Moriarty looked at Jack quietly, and after a long silence, he finally spoke: "So, what is Holmes's reaction?"

"They went to the hospital. Ms. Hudson was injured." Jack said, as if suddenly thinking of something, he hurriedly added, "Mr. Watson also rushed over."

As expected, when I mentioned Watson's name, I saw the interest in Professor Moriarty's eyes.

He smiled: "Only Watson?"

Jack nodded.

Moriarty sighed softly, shaking his head with a look of extreme helplessness: "It's really disappointing that Mr. Watson went by himself."

He picked up the teacup that had been placed aside for a long time.Slowly picked it up, put it next to his mouth and took two sips.

The throat moistened by the tea added a bit of warm magnetism to Moriarty's plain voice.To listen to it so plainly makes people feel a bit like a son.

This is very different from Moriarty's real appearance.

Jack lowered his head and couldn't help thinking.

Moriarty's voice was warm, but the words he spoke were completely cold.

He smiled and looked at Jack: "Since our Mr. Watson can just forget Mary like this. He left his fiancée at home, why don't we help take care of one or two?"

Jack looked up all of a sudden, looking at Moriarty.In my heart, I was even more afraid of this professor.

"Huh?" Moriarty waited for a while, but didn't reply, and looked over with some displeasure.

Jack nodded quickly: "I'll do it now."

……

"Change?" Holmes stood beside Anne, his hand lightly resting on her shoulder, and his tone was extremely gentle.

Mycroft raised his head all of a sudden, and his eyes widened uncontrollably: "We don't know at all what the other party wants for this share..."

How can you change it rashly?

However, the unfinished second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat.

Looking into Annie's gaze, McCoff subconsciously fell silent.The girl's blue eyes should have been extremely gentle, but at this moment they were like two balls of ice, making the person her eyes focused on shut their mouths uncontrollably.

It wasn't until Annie turned her head away that McCoff realized it later.Could it be that I was interrupted by a woman's eyes like this?With just one look, you already backed down?

This cognition made McCoff himself feel extremely incredible.

Holmes embraced Annie, and his eyes seemed to fall on Mycroft inadvertently.However, the warning in it was not concealed.Let McCoff's little thought that had just been ignited tremblingly go out like this.

"We still have twenty hours," said Holmes, looking at Anne. "What are you going to do?"

The urgency of time is self-evident.

This island has been in the heart of the Seinmut family for so many years, but there is still no real progress.So, in the hands of Anne and Holmes, what can they do in just 20 short hours?

"I'm going to reproduce it." Annie said, "This is probably the only way."

This oil painting adopts the painting method hundreds of years ago, which is extremely retro.This thick and colorful technique has been gradually abandoned over the years.The reason is simple, it is too demanding for the painter.Regardless of the amount of oil paint in each stroke, or the strength of the strokes.They all have extremely high requirements for the painter's control.

And this layered dark gray with blue and black, in terms of the overall picture structure, poses endless problems for every painter who challenges this painting method.

What troubled Annie the most was the meaning behind this oil painting.

What does this island represent?

If it was just a simple understanding, it would not be worth so much energy for Seinmut and the others.He even did not hesitate to reveal his true purpose, directly under the eyes of McCoff.

Each of these piles is enough to indicate the problems inside.

Annie squinted her eyes, holding the scroll carefully under her hand.I looked back and forth a few times, as if I wanted to see a flower from inside.

Make another copy of that obviously precious oil painting.Instead of the real one, give them to Seinmut.

This is undoubtedly an adventure.

"Thank you." Mycroft put down his cane, and for the first time came to Anne with respect, and bowed deeply.

Annie glanced at him and pursed her lips slightly: "It's not because of you, Mycroft. You should know about this."

Mycroft smiled and straightened his clothes lightly.Let the few wrinkles on it be gently straightened out.

"I know, but I still need to thank you." Mycroft said calmly.

Holmes came over and looked at the oil painting several times.Then he raised his head and looked at McCoff: "Since you are so thankful, why don't you do something practical?"

Mycroft was not angry, on the contrary, he replied with a good temper: "What do I need to do?"

Holmes glanced at him, blinked his eyes, and smiled all of a sudden.

For some reason, Mycroft suddenly felt a chill behind him.

Mycroft: I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like I'm about to be sold...

Anne glanced at Holmes, who turned back and took her hand.There was a bit of relief in his eyes: "Don't worry..."

Holmes turned his head to look at Mycroft, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that there was something wrong...

He said slowly: "What I said, Mycroft has no difficulty in doing it."

Looking at his younger brother, Mycroft felt that his smile became more obvious, and the ominous premonition in his heart followed, and it became more and more difficult to ignore.

"Okay, what on earth am I supposed to do?" he finally said.

……

When Watson hurried home according to Holmes' suggestion, he saw this scene in front of him.

A few men are in a hurry.

Even in such a bleak autumn day, they put on extremely light coats.Their footsteps are extremely relaxed and steady, but they also have a very strange and elegant posture.

The first time Watson saw them, he turned around a corner.Tightly, the whole body is pressed against the wall.Conceal your whole body in the visual blind spot of light and shadow.

Those people, the direction of travel...

Watson's eyes widened in an instant, before he had time to think about it, he turned over and jumped up.Walking along a narrow side road, this was designed by Watson immediately when he chose this property.

God knows, at that time Mary saw Watson lying on the window, writing and drawing very seriously, and she didn't know how surprised she was.

"Thank you, Sherlock." Watson was panting, but he couldn't stop thinking.

If Sherlock hadn't been doing this for a long time, he would never have habitually designed a second escape route.

Although, when he was lying on the window at that time, even he couldn't help but feel that such an approach was a bit weird...

After all, the first moment anyone comes to a new house is to observe the houses in the neighborhood and where they can set foot.Get out of the way...

Watson thought, stooping and rolling into a half-open window.

As he expected.This neighbor always has a habit of opening the windows in the evening, and I don't know if it's for ventilation or something.

"It's so cold, why do you still open the window?" Watson couldn't help but complain when he rolled over and got into the window.