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The sun is going down.

Darren looked out the window worriedly. The solo exhibition behind him was still going on, but it was slowly coming to an end.

"Where is our painter, Darren?" A man in a suit and tie came over with a smile on his face.

Darren turned around, and as expected, he saw one of Porturier's supervisors and Mr. Reporter beside him.

Darren smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Franclane."

Franclain nodded and shook Darren's hand falsely.It is said that shaking hands is actually not a simple matter.Especially when it's two men.

The back of the hand was raised, and it was still slightly tilted and retreated, as if in some occasions, it represented extremely important meanings.

Darren could clearly see that Franclain's outstretched hand was very firm, without any intention of adjusting it according to his own angle.

He wants absolute control.

Darren thought to himself, but didn't show it on his face.He gently rotated his hands once or twice, coordinating with Franz, and in front of Mr. Reporter, he was very harmonious.

It is not the first day for journalists to come to the society. If there is no excellent response speed, how can they get good photos and live in their daily newspapers?

The camera that had already been prepared was aimed at the two of them, and the curtain was covered on himself. After a flash, tomorrow's page appeared.

"Annie has something to do, so she will go back first..." Darren said with a smile.

Seeing that Franclain's complexion seemed a little bad, Darren quickly added: "You know, girl, there are always some small things that we need to be busy with. We always can't understand."

These words penetrated deeply into Fraunyan's heart. You must know that the woman he went to the house yesterday had no idea what she was thinking.

"You know, women's minds are really a headache." Franclain responded, "It's like you give them a ring, and they always want more. They even feel that they can control your whereabouts at any time You can't even go out by yourself..."

Darren's face remained unchanged, and he nodded: "Isn't it!"

Franclain didn't see Anne, so he didn't have much thought to stay.After saying hello to Darren, he took his reporter friend to another place.

After all, without the painter himself, Franclen would not have much need for pleasantries.

Darren bid farewell to Mr. Franclane with a smile, his face turned dark in the corner.

He sneered and looked at the back of Fran Layen going away, shaking his head with great disdain.

It is not unknown to everyone what this person is doing with the power under his hands.It is estimated that he himself thought with joy, how ingenious and incomparably precise what he did!

Darren sighed and came to Miss Brown's side: "So, before Annie left, she told you that she has something to do?"

The solo exhibition was coming to an end, and Ms. Brown was too busy, calling on everyone to prepare for the closure of the museum.I was a little impatient when Darren asked me the same question for an unknown number of times.

"You are her agent, but you always ask me!" Miss Brown said angrily, "I don't know, if you are so irresponsible, you can still represent Miss Anne in the future."

She rolled her eyes: "Looking at this solo exhibition, Annie's future development is unpredictable! Just pay more attention!"

Darren was so stunned that he had nothing to say, and his expression was a little bad.But his gentlemanly demeanor made it difficult for him to do anything excessive to a lady like Brown, so he could only turn around and leave.

Looking at Darren's back, Brown curled his lips: In this way, even the agent doesn't know the exact location of the custodian, and he doesn't know why he hasn't been fired yet.

Darren didn't know the disdain in Miss Brown's heart, and even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care much.He's just a little worried...

Anne usually hates people to inquire about her whereabouts, even himself.

When I first got in touch with Annie, there were a few times when I followed him a little longer because of my own arbitrariness, and Annie noticed it keenly.

Almost lost the job.

"I wait until night, and only at night." Darren said to himself in the corner of the lounge.

He looked at the half-person tall Yin Dao with extremely complicated eyes.

"If it's night and you haven't come back..."

……

The search for John Watson was not as simple as Anne imagined.

Obviously, since the other party wanted to play with Holmes, he must have his own corresponding ability, and it was definitely not a case that could be solved simply.

Just like those subordinates who want to write their privacy on their faces, it is really tiring to watch.

I, who should be acting with you, can hardly ignore it.

Obviously, whether it's the wrinkles on the body or the bruises under the eyes.Even before going out, he didn't remember to clean up the hair on his shoulders that didn't belong to him.Not to mention the smell of perfume all over his body, but a man wears a lady's perfume. Could this result be more obvious!

Annie pursed her lips and looked at Holmes who was quietly thinking.For the first time, I feel that being able to talk to such a person is actually a little easier.

Just as he was thinking about it, Holmes' eyes widened and he stood up.

"Is there any progress?" Anne asked.

Holmes turned his head and asked with some interest: "How do you know that there is a new development?"

The man stood there, looking straight at Annie.It seemed that if she hadn't said the reason, she wouldn't have opened her mouth.

Annie blinked, and spread her hands in a helpless look: "You have been looking at the soil for 10 minutes, and you suddenly stood up. Either your legs are numb, or you have made new discoveries. What's more, your eyes The eyes widen by more than 5.00% in an instant. Most people’s eyes widen suddenly, usually because they are frightened, happy or...discovering something interesting. I think this must not be because of the novelty of discovering that their legs are numb! "

Holmes nodded, agreeing with Anne's reasoning process: "Yes, but you have missed a possibility."

"What?" Annie asked.

Holmes said: "It is also possible that I have discovered that there is nothing to discover here..."

The discovery that Mr. Detective could tell bad jokes really surprised Anne.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "This is really a very interesting joke, Mr. Holmes."

"Sherlock," Holmes corrected.

"If you can remember beyond the memory of the goldfish, you can already call me Sherlock."

Annie walked over, squatted in front of the soil, tilted her head, showing a little curiosity.

"So, can you tell poor me what you found?"

Holmes said, "Of course."

He squatted down, beside Annie, picked up a pile of soil, and sprinkled it lightly.

"Look, the soil here is obviously different from the usual humidity." Holmes said, and put a nest of soil in Anne's palm.

When the two of them touched skin to skin, Anne was a little uncomfortable.

To be honest, although she didn't really care.However, in this day and age, considering that she and Holmes were not very familiar, such contact was really ungentlemanly.

Annie glanced at Holmes with some interest, but noticed that the tips of Mr. Detective's ears were turning red?

She blinked and looked over again.

The tips of the ears were covered by Holmes' hat, leaving only the dark brim of Anne's hat to see.

Anne raised her head and looked at Holmes with raised eyebrows.

The latter has a calm face, and can even continue to urge with a normal expression: "Feel the humidity of this soil."

Anne couldn't bear to expose her serious appearance.

"Indeed, there is humidity." Annie nodded in agreement, "In other words, there is a river near here?"

Holmes stretched out a finger and shook it lightly: "Or, there used to be a river."

Annie narrowed her eyes: "'Afraid of those who bend over...', does it mean that the Kappa has already bent over?"

As if thinking of something, Annie's complexion suddenly turned a little dark.

She turned her head to look in the direction of the sun, the afterglow of the setting sun was still there.The sun is like a huge disc, falling on the western horizon, setting off a fiery cloud above, which is too beautiful.

But at this time, Anne had no thoughts about the beautiful scenery at all.

"We're going to speed up..." she said.

Holmes obviously thought of this too, and his complexion became heavy: "Unfortunately, yes."

Time, but it is very urgent.

The two turned around and got into the car. They drove an old-fashioned car out of a galloping momentum in a daze, crushing the ruts all the way.

"Where are you going?" asked Holmes.

Annie glanced at him: "The valley."

"The valley," said Holmes at the same time.

The two spoke in unison.

Annie frowned: "You have already thought of it, and you still ask me?"

Holmes didn't speak, just looked at the map in his hand.If Annie hadn't noticed the slightly bulging veins on the back of his hand, it would have been difficult to see it—Mr. Holmes, who looked as usual and was very calm, might have a lot of turmoil in his heart at this moment.

After all, that was John Watson.

If he had been hurt because of Holmes, I am afraid he would not be able to forgive himself.

Annie sighed. Isn't it because of this reason that she resolutely came to help Holmes?

If Watson lost his life all the way because he came to his solo exhibition.

Annie lowered her eyes.

She will also deeply blame herself and find it hard to let go.

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