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221B Baker Street.

Holmes tidied himself up for the first time, and sat down in his seat, clasping his hands to his lips.His eyes were firm, but he was looking at a clearing.

If they hadn't seen it before, few people would have such focused eyes after letting go of their eyes.

Mrs. Hudson saw this side of the lodger as she approached.This respectable woman was a little out of control, and she looked indifferently in the direction Holmes had left.

A window and nothing else.

Mrs. Hudson silently put down the water glass in her hand, and the high-calorie milk tea was still steaming in it.

This is the only breakfast prepared for Holmes.

Only such things might suit his taste.Simple, usual.The high heat can be obtained quickly, without delaying his time at all.

Most importantly, it contains less sugar.

Yes, there is no sugar in this cup of milk tea.

Mrs. Hudson glanced at Holmes, she didn't know what she was thinking, and the corners of her mouth raised a little unconsciously.

Holmes closed his eyes. "Mrs. Hudson, stop your baseless associations. This is really frustrating."

Mrs. Hudson, who was suddenly poked at the center of the matter, glanced at Holmes with a bit of complaint.He was used to the detective's straightforwardness, so he wasn't very angry.

Just complained a few words in a low voice: "It's the first time I waited for Annie, and I still take good care of myself. What's wrong with me being a little excited?"

Just as he was talking, there was a sound from the downstairs door.

Holmes opened his eyes and stood up instantly.

He stopped Mrs. Hudson who was going downstairs to open the door: "You can prepare some tea for her. The milk tea just now is mine."

After speaking, he went downstairs on his own.Mrs. Hudson was left standing there, and yelled helplessly: "Let me tell you again, I am not your housekeeper!"

Mrs. Hudson, of course, went to the kitchen to make tea in spite of what she said.

Mrs. Hudson: I'm not for that nasty Sherlock Holmes, but finally Anne came back...

Annie knocked on the door three times before hearing footsteps inside.

She waited extremely patiently, the voice and frequency of each step were exactly the same as Mr. Detective yesterday.Of course, the most obvious thing is the series of question marks that also show the sense of presence through the door panels.

"Thank you," Annie said.

After Holmes opened the door, he wanted to see Anne's surprised face.But I didn't expect Annie to be so calm, and she suddenly became a little aggrieved: "How do you know that I opened the door for you?"

Annie was going up the stairs, when she heard this, she stopped and turned to look at Holmes behind her: "I guessed it."

Annie stopped suddenly, causing Holmes behind her to be blocked in place, and quickly stabilized her figure.

After answering, Anne turned around and continued to go upstairs. Holmes looked at her back with a bit of frustration on his face. The feeling of being perfunctory couldn't be more obvious.

So, I still don't want to tell him.

Holmes narrowed his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that Anne had been hiding some secret.

And this secret is most likely the reason why he failed in every disguise.Also, why Annie could guess that he came to answer the door.

Thinking of this, Holmes came to his room and saw a certain Annie who had occupied the magpie's nest, sitting peacefully in his seat, holding a cup of tea in her hand very comfortably.Sip it lightly.

Holmes took two steps forward and saw that his milk tea was still quietly placed on the table.I don't know why, but I breathed a sigh of relief and picked up my own breakfast.Simply gulping it down in one gulp can be regarded as replenishing the calories during the day.

I don't know, how delicious is this milk tea?

God knows, there is no sugar at all, and even for the high calorie and salt needs, the milk tea prepared is an indescribable taste.

All this is probably known only to Holmes who enjoys this tea every day, and Mrs. Hudson who is forced to prepare it.

Annie sat in the seat where Holmes always stayed, completely different from Holmes' sitting posture, and she sank her whole body in the soft seat.

After Holmes drank the milk tea, he couldn't adapt to the shape of his seat, and he rubbed his forehead helplessly.

This made Annie, who was watching, feel a little excited.

It is not easy to see Holmes helpless!

Annie laughed secretly in her heart, but she didn't show it at all on the surface.He looked at Holmes very seriously, giving him enough face.

Holmes looked at Anne, clasped his hands under his chin, and asked, "Do you have any new ideas?"

"What about you?" Anne asked back.

Holmes put down the empty milk tea cup in his hand, and stood beside a curtain holding the bowstring of the violin.As soon as it was pulled apart, a clue map like a spider's web was displayed in front of Annie's eyes.

Different newspapers, papers or pictures are connected together by spatial lines.It was like a huge spider web covering the entire city, and all the cases related to this time were listed on the website for at least half a year.

Annie stood up and walked over.She gently followed a thread to find it, and found a few problems that even Inspector Lestrade and the others hadn't solved.In this spider web, the perpetrators were identified one by one, even the time and passage.

Anne turned her head and looked at Holmes.

Wisdom, is the newest sexiness of the day.

Anne has heard this sentence before.However, today is the first time I feel its meaning.

Annie looked at Holmes with some interest, and was a little surprised that this man had such an admirable brain despite his ignorance.

Great.

"I thought you collected mostly cases in the city, within half a year?" Annie pointed to the writing on a piece of paper in the corner, and looked at Holmes.

Mr. Detective was thinking with his own bowstring, when he heard this, he turned his head.

"Oh, that." He said, "The ship robbery ten years ago, the people who did it are somewhat similar, but they are much more immature than today."

Annie raised her eyebrows: "How do you know, the perpetrator's method?"

Holmes put down the bowstring in his hand, walked over, and followed the thread tied on the note.He tapped another newspaper that was nailed to the wall.

"The Wilster shooting?" Annie asked.

Holmes nodded: "You may not have paid attention to these before."

After getting Annie's acquiescence, Holmes explained very patiently: "The two, and even more, have subtle similarities."

"The other party doesn't seem to want anything specific. It seems that even they are not sure what they are looking for. There is only one thing that is certain."

Holmes said: "It is complete, no one will be left alive."

Annie's face froze, she blinked her eyes, and said nothing.

Holmes looked at Annie's seemingly abnormal expression, and did not speak.To tell the truth, when the young man strapped on a gadget yesterday and came to Porturier for a suicidal "adventure", Anne didn't even show any fear at all.

Not even surprised.It was surprisingly calm.

At that time, Holmes still felt a little strange.

But now it seems that I'm afraid they just haven't reacted yet?

"These may be far away from your usual life..." Holmes tried to comfort Anne, but he was a little embarrassed because he had never done such a thing before.

He looked around, clapped his hands suddenly, and asked, "What about you? Do you have any new ideas..."

Annie looked at him, pondered for a while before speaking, her face had returned to normal: "Do you have any thoughts about the previous theft in Portulier?"

"Theft?" Holmes raised an eyebrow. "The one entrusted by Mycroft?"

Anne nodded.

"You think we can start with it?" asked Holmes.

Annie's gaze was in that corner again, and she paused for a while before turning her head and speaking.

"Yes, maybe we can only start from there. The name is justified, and the other party will not think that we are breaking the rules of the game. At least..."

Annie smiled. If the other party wanted to continue playing, such a temptation would probably be let go.

This is the gray area at the edge.

"Play with him, but it doesn't prevent you from taking on the case entrusted by your brother." Annie said.

Holmes narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while.Only then did he look up at the clues of his own spider web, and he spoke slowly after a while.

"The opponent's next time will be tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon to be precise. He wants us to start from Portulier again. This is the note threat Lestrade got. It's still the same starting point, but it will give less The other party is not a person who likes to keep promises, he likes to see us busy around, and then kidnap Watson one step ahead of time. It depends on the difference between us."

Anne added: "He's playing us."

"Unfortunately, yes." Holmes nodded.

Annie glanced at the intersection on the wall, connected by Sherlock Holmes's numerous spider webs: "So, we need to go one step ahead. Earlier than he deduced, Watson will be next time."

"Complete this task without the reminder of the other party's little poem." Holmes said.

Annie tilted her head, gently placed her hand in front of her chin, and supported the weight of her head.Sideways, looked at Holmes with some interest: "Interesting..."

"Yes," said Holmes. "Let him start the game early!"

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