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Watson felt that the life of these two days was like a nightmare.

It's not that the conditions are so difficult.The other party even treated him with good food and drink.Even, even at the end, he was given a chance to write to Holmes.

Although, what to write and how to write are all stipulated extremely carefully.

However, it cannot be denied that the mental torture of these two days could not have been more painful.

Maybe it was because he was afraid of revealing his identity?

Everyone Watson could see wore a mask.There are all kinds of ghosts and snake gods, and there are many kinds of masks.There is no uniform meaning at all.

Watson could even suspect that this group of people just got a job and were ordered to wear masks.I'm afraid these masks are bought separately...

Suddenly there is a feeling of being teased, what's going on?

Of course, these visual impacts are not the most important things that tortured Watson.The most frightening thing is that everyone here is completely silent.

Not only did they not speak to Watson, they suddenly communicated silently.

Watson just felt that the two days he stayed here were like being in a ghost movie.

Unspeakable pain.

"Are you going out today?" He said habitually.

Of course, the person who drove him outside didn't say a word.It is not surprising that Watson talks to himself every day.

Watson was crammed into a small closed room by two people before he took off his blindfold.Leave him alone in a cold and damp place.

In the dark room, there are no windows.If it weren't for the faint light overhead, it would have been pitch black.

"The basement?" Watson pondered.

He remembered that it was sunny when he set off.But after taking off the blindfold, he fell into complete darkness.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but he stayed in the cold underground.This is indeed an annoying thing.

The person who brought him had already locked the door outside.However, the sound of Xixisuo's footsteps did not completely go away.

"What the hell do you want!" Watson yelled as if he had collapsed, "This is driving me crazy."

The people outside the door didn't respond, and didn't even open their mouths to refute as Watson expected.That, at least in terms of accent, is one of the clues to the future.

Just sent in a note from outside.

It read: "No one is going to show up now, save your trouble."

Watson had just finished reading when the note was taken away.

Watson thought to himself: Don't you even want to keep your handwriting...

Watson, who was sitting on the ground and waiting indifferently, was startled by a gunshot above his head and stood up suddenly.

He found a board in the house as a cover, near the door, and listened to the sound outside.It was a quick and crisp battle, without the arrogance of bullets and absolutely no deafening explosions.

After a few occasional gunshots, there was no more sound.

Watson frowned tightly, not knowing whether he should speak or remain silent.After pondering for a long time, he decided to block it.

"Is anyone there!" After he yelled loudly, he hurriedly put his ears on the door, hoping to hear the sounds of the outside world more clearly.

However, after a while of whispering among the people outside, they all walked away.

Watson: ... feel a little flustered.

Not to mention how Mycroft's men asked for clues, what happened after putting on those disguises and masks.

At this time, Holmes and Anne had received the second clue.

There are only two sentences above.

"In Lincheng.

I think that is enough for you, Holmes..."

On the back of an oil painting in Portoullier's side hall, there are two sentences written on the note above.

Holmes handed it to Inspector Lestrade: "Take a good test to see if there is any special substance on it."

After ordering good things, he took Annie to the car that had been prepared earlier.He ran all the way to the warehouse of the cases that Holmes had handled.

On the way, Anne turned to look at Holmes.

She looked up and down very seriously for a long time, but she couldn't see the man's mood at all.Even the numbers above his head are a series of question marks that are steady, without even shaking.

It's not that Annie has seen numbers that are different from ordinary people, and it's not the first time she's seen unclear numbers.But Holmes was the first, with nothing but a string of question marks above his steady head.

No matter what, this made Annie feel a little curious.

Holmes turned his head, looked into Anne's eyes, and said very seriously: "I can't guarantee that. But Watson is my friend, and I must do my best to ensure his safety."

Seeing Holmes' serious look, Anne didn't know why.I just feel like I've been hit.

She used to want a friend so desperately.A friend who can give back is not afraid of trials and will not betray.

"We'll get him back," said Anne, patting Holmes on the shoulder. "We'll get your friend back."

Holmes looked into Anne's eyes, which wandered up and down her face.After a while, he smiled and said, "I believe it."

The car is going fast, but the journey is really long.

For the sake of safety and avoiding people's eyes and ears, the two took many shortcuts and trails on their itinerary, and the journey was not smooth.

A small puddle passed by, and the car experienced a big bump.

Annie was thrown sideways, and before she could find the armrest, another person held her arm firmly.

After speaking, he was ready to gently withdraw his hand.But was caught by Holmes.

Annie looked at him with some doubts, but Holmes stared straight ahead, showing no intention of letting go.

Annie held onto the railing next to the car, barely holding on.The other arm was about to be pulled out with greater strength.

"Actually, Watson and I can also be your friends," said Holmes.

Just thinking about how to politely take back her arm, Anne was confused by this out-of-the-ordinary words.She raised her head and blinked: "What?"

Holmes turned his head and looked at Anne: "I know how boring it is to socialize. A group of people are forced to pretend that they care about another person who has nothing to do with him, and even at certain times, And being forced to give gifts and stuff like that.”

This is indeed Holmes' previous understanding of social interaction.

You know, in his memory palace, he is never willing to record such boring information as someone's birthday or gift preference.

What Holmes can't deny, though, is that having a friend or two is a nice thing to have when you're in deep trouble or just plain bored.

Of course, the premise is that the other party must not be an ordinary goldfish.

"You live alone, with no relatives or cohabitants. This kind of life has been experienced for more than five years. And before..." Holmes looked at Anne's face, "Your skin is not pale, which is not something you can do locally. The color of living all year round. The climate here is really humid, and there is an annoying amount of rain every day. And you don’t have the habit of using a coat to cover the rain. Even occasionally in light rainy days, you will habitually hide from the rain or even use an umbrella. "

Annie pursed her lips: "No one likes to be in the rain."

Holmes nodded. "Yes, but you should be used to the capricious weather."

He paused before saying, "You are... an orphan, aren't you?"

As soon as Holmes finished speaking, he remembered Watson's anger after being offended countless times after watching him finish his inference.He suddenly realized that this kind of private matter might be one of the reasons why Annie felt pain.

He suddenly stopped talking, and blinked a little awkwardly: "Sorry, you don't need to answer me. This is really not a good question."

Annie looked at Holmes, and the man seemed to want to step back slowly.It's like, accidentally stepped into someone else's territory, looking for an opportunity to quit to show respect.

It's a pity that there are too few places on the car, and he has worked hard for a long time, but he hasn't really given up much.

Holmes' awkward look made Annie's heart soften.

She smiled indifferently: "It's nothing. I'm an orphan, and it's not something I can choose. But the fact is so, and I don't have any need to hide it."

Holmes said nothing.

Annie blinked and smiled: "However, you made a mistake."

Holmes looked over with doubts in his eyes.

"I once had a friend, a five-year-old girl, but she was adopted a few days ago. Probably, I won't meet again in the future." Annie said, "Maybe, now I can have new friends again."

Anne stretched out her hand very generously, and held Holmes' right hand self-consciously: "I am very happy to be able to cooperate with you these few days, and I look forward to becoming friends with you and Mr. Watson."

Holmes felt relieved, and said with a smile, "I'm honored too."

Annie leaned on the car and looked Holmes up and down.Seeing it, Mr. Detective felt uncomfortable all over, and looked over in a little embarrassment.

"Annie?" he said.

Annie smiled: "You have guessed so much about me...I think I should know a thing or two about you."

Annie tilted her head playfully, her eyes fell on the abandoned warehouse not far away, and she said with a smile: "However, I think it will be more interesting to start with Mr. Watson."

Anne stepped ahead and Holmes got out of the car and walked towards the abandoned warehouse.

"After all, I wonder what Mr. Watson would think of his detective friend?"

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