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This was Rebecca's third birthday in Baker Street.

As always, she was treated like a princess on the day.

Of course, it comes from the words of a certain Mr. Holmes: This little girl, what day did she not live like a princess?

In this regard, Annie could only shake her head and walk over with a smile, and gently rubbed Mr. Detective's messy hair, making it fly more wantonly.

"It's Rebecca's birthday! Just be good and treat her better!" Anne comforted.

For this, Holmes just rolled his eyes secretly.Of course, it was facing the child over there, but when he turned his head away and looked at Annie, he couldn't bear the smile and joy.

"Three years," said Holmes.

Annie was stunned for a while before she smiled.His hands fell gently on the sides of Holmes' face, showing great affection.Warm softness brushed against Holmes' cheeks like water.

It made his ears gradually turn red, but he still exerted his strength secretly, absolutely unwilling to let the person in his arms run away.

Annie smiled and closed her eyes.Feeling the temperature of Mr. Holmes' unique thin lips, imprinted on his head.Lightly heavy, just do not want to leave.It was a kind of intimacy that was lingering but heart-warming.

It made Annie's heart soften all of a sudden.

"It would be great if I could have such warmth when I was a child." Annie pursed her lips and smiled.

Holmes seemed to be aware of it, and from the corner of his eye, he gave Rebecca a playful look or two.After watching the noisy little girl for a while, Fang sighed and said to himself in his heart: Forget it, Annie likes it.

His body softened for a moment, so Annie naturally didn't miss it.

She smiled and raised her head, tiptoeing gently.A light peck on Mr. Holmes' chin, as gentle as a butterfly's wing.

Holmes was still staring at Rebecca, who was bragging about cutting a snack.At this time, the sudden intimacy made him stunned for a while, and then at a speed that ordinary people would find slow, he lowered his head slightly and looked at Annie.

The girl in her arms had a cute snickering appearance.He clearly knew that he was being teased, but he was so helpless that he couldn't get angry.

"You..." Holmes sighed, and licked his lips regretfully, "It's hard to see you being so proactive, but you didn't react."

He lowered his head for a moment and sent the correct position up.What a pity!

Holmes stared at Anne's slightly raised lips with burning eyes, and his thoughts were clearly revealed.

Annie looked up boldly for a while before smiling.Like a fish in water, it slipped out of Holmes' arms extremely nimbly.

Trotting all the way, they went to Rebecca and Mrs. Hudson.

"Can I help?" Annie asked.

Mrs. Hudson glanced over very clearly, met Holmes' angry gaze, and reached out her hand to grab Anne nonchalantly: "Yes."

This word is spoken sincerely and powerfully, straightforwardly and simply.He was completely unprepared to give the Mr. Detective over there a chance.

"Is it like this every year?"

Holmes turned his head and looked at his brother: "Aren't you used to it?"

Mycroft walked up to him and put the gift on the table.Finally, he shivered exaggeratedly: "Don't talk about getting used to it, it's just too scary! Fortunately, I only need to come once in a while."

And Rebecca over there only had her birthday once a year.

Holmes turned his head away from him.

There was just a chuckle on his lips: "I thought, you should have replaced the left wheel of your carriage long ago. It should have been broken for half a week."

Mycroft sighed, and said indifferently: "No hurry, haven't you had time to change your violin strings?"

Holmes' eyes widened for a moment, in disbelief: "Impossible, I don't have the slightest trace of a violin on my body."

Mycroft nodded silently.Pointing to Anne over there: "She told me."

Holmes: ...

The two men clearly looked upright, and they were very burly.But they all held a dim sum plate in one hand, and they looked very serious.

Looking at the pink and tender dessert on the plate.Soft and glutinous appearance, flickering soft.

Annie couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw it.

"Uh..." Mycroft asked in a low voice with some embarrassment on his face, "Xiali, how long do you think they will continue this boring behavior?"

He really has some, can't bear it!

Holmes was very ordinary, looking lightly at the few people in the distance: "Not long."

Mycroft: ...So, Charlie dear.Are you really used to it?This is a birthday party!After a whole day of torture, you actually said it wasn't long? !

"Moriarty, is there any news recently?" He finally decided to use one or two serious topics to redeem his current embarrassment.

Holmes took a bite of the soft pastry and shook his head solemnly: "No."

McCoff paused, and was about to continue.

But Holmes turned his head, looked at Mycroft, and said word for word, "Don't mess with him."

"He was able to find the island, but he has been quiet for so many years. After all, he just didn't really plan to do anything to this world."

Holmes patted his elder brother on the shoulder: "Of course, there is still a punishment that should be given. If it's okay, he can be locked up for decades. If you can do it..."

Although, the detective always believed that the final destination of that Professor Moriarty must be killed by himself.

Whether it is bored to death, or to death.

After all, that was someone who had been in contact with the so-called "real" island!

Holmes smiled, and took another bite of the pastry.

"However, he gave you an envelope in the end. In the past two years, there has been no response!" Mycroft said.

Holmes turned his head calmly, and put the fork on his brother's plate into his palm: "He has been on the island, and everyone who has been there will face everything on the island at the closest distance. Believe me, if he wants to, he will do it as soon as possible." Before we even had time to find the island, we could already set off a stormy sea."

"But..." Mycroft was still worried.

Holmes stuffed the snack into his mouth: "Eat it at ease, it's very sweet."

Mycroft glared at him, but he also knew that what his brother was unwilling to say, he couldn't get it out anyway.

Fortunately, it is really delicious...

Holmes smiled and looked at Anne who was busy over there.

"Moriarty, that island you call is the only reality. And everything we are in is just a dream. But I think that island is a dream. Here is her, and here is reality."