Countdown all over the world

The two went all the way from Portulier to the warehouse where Watson was.Compared with the log cabin poem last time, it is much simpler and more direct.

Of course, that time was mainly due to being caught off guard.There are still so many wooden houses, and too much time was wasted.

When Holmes was looking up and down, where Watson might be locked up.Annie has followed the string of countdown numbers above Watson's head all the way to the bookcase.

"No way?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at the wall in front of her.

I searched around, but there was no door or passage of any kind.There is even no possibility of winding around.

"Perhaps we should enter by another entrance," said Anne, turning to Holmes.

Holmes was squatting on the ground and engraving footprints, looking for clues step by step following the trail of dust.Hearing Annie's words, he raised his head: "Another entrance?"

Annie nodded: "I don't think this is the passageway for Watson to come in."

Holmes narrowed his eyes, sometimes he was really surprised by Annie's intuition.However, it happens to be accurate every time.

"Behind, there is a dug path in the jungle." He stood up and pointed behind Anne.

Annie nodded, and came to Holmes in a few steps: "Let's go."

Abandoned warehouses, so-called trails, are not the back door in common sense.It is an escape route, which is built in every chemical plant.

Holmes brushed away the weeds bit by bit with his cane, and even blocked some branches for Anne without any trace.Take Anne all the way to the back of the factory.

He lifted the stone at his feet and threw it into an extremely deep hole.

"There it is," said Holmes.

The dress that Anne was wearing was not a dress that ordinary women would choose.It was a fake skirt, and the cloth cover on the outside was torn off, and the inside turned out to be canvas pants that were no less convenient than men's overalls.

Holmes was not surprised, and even had a little appreciation in his eyes.

"This is the Anne I know," he said to himself.

He is not afraid of getting dirty or tired, and can even accompany him through life and death. This is a partner in solving crimes that he cherishes.

For the first time, Holmes felt a sense of responsibility in a gentlemanly manner, and stepped ahead of Anne.Turning around, he took Annie's hand and helped her go all the way.

Annie had already taken off her outer skirt, and she followed Holmes step by step fairly smoothly.

In such a deep and dark cave, the torch shone with orange light, illuminating the road ahead.

The two supported each other and walked here with one foot deep and one foot shallow.Not long after, the first door was ushered in.

Annie could see that the string of numbers belonging to Watson was not far away.Looking at the distance, it should be two or three rooms away.

"This way." Holmes took Annie's hand and led her to an inconspicuous small door.

Holmes turned his head and said to Anne, "Aren't you surprised why you came this way?"

Generally speaking, people will definitely choose the obvious passage.This kind of door is pushed open, and the dust inside can't wait to be several inches thick, which is really not a normal choice.

Annie shook her head as usual: "No, I believe you."

Holmes paused, then nodded as if hiding his emotions: "Okay. There is a high possibility that something will be buried there. According to the people under McCaw and the others, this kind of corner and Channels are all likely to be used to make a fuss."

Holmes smiled and wiped the wall, making his hands full of dust, and waved it in front of Anne's eyes.

"A place like this shows that it has not been used as a battlefield, so we can feel relieved when we walk."

For the first time, Holmes took the initiative to explain it in such detail.If Watson saw it, he would be surprised.

Watson, who was still locked up, didn't know about this episode.It was also possible to calm down and sit and rest secretly in that dark place.

After turning a few corners, Annie stopped Holmes who was about to walk to one side, and pointed to the right side of the two.

Holmes blinked, and followed Annie without saying a word.He acted like he didn't even ask, which was a bit like Annie's before.

This can be regarded as reciprocating the favor?

Soon, the situation in front of the two became obvious.

"Watson is in the front room," said Anne.

Holmes nodded, stepped past the two people lying in front of the door, snatched the key from the other person's waist, and opened the lock cautiously.

He looked back at Annie, and after getting Annie's nod of approval, he slowly opened the door.

The sound of the door being pushed open disturbed Watson with his eyes closed and resting.He stood up in a panic and looked at the door cautiously.

This can't be blamed on him, after all, it's not someone who just watched a gunfight and can still calm down.

"Oh, relax, Watson." Holmes spread his hands. "You see, I am not armed."

The appearance of Holmes simply made Watson overjoyed.

He didn't care about anything more, and hugged Holmes tightly as soon as he came up.That huge force almost strangled our poor Mr. Detective.

Annie stood not far away. Seeing the true feelings revealed in this scene, she couldn't hold back her inner gossip, so she ran to the side and secretly suppressed a smile.

Holmes pushed twice before he could barely free himself from the terrible force.

Before he could take a few breaths, Watson's fist met his chin.

"Ah!" Holmes didn't react, he was beaten to the side of the head and let out a cry of pain.

Looking at his old partner who was a little excited, Holmes admitted with great understanding: "Well, my move is reasonable."

Watson pointed at Holmes angrily: "I said, let me talk to my girlfriend by myself, I can handle it well."

Holmes raised his eyebrows: "It's obvious that you can't do it. Even if she came to inquire about the news, you couldn't tell at all. If it wasn't for me..."

"If you hadn't exposed her truth on your own initiative, I wouldn't have rushed to Portulier without even bringing self-defense." Watson was obviously still aggrieved.

Holmes rubbed his sore chin, and continued to argue without giving up: "Actually, that woman definitely played a very important role in the reason why they were able to take you away."

Watson took a few breaths, as if he had expressed the anger of the past two days with a few words.

He slumped on the ground as if he was extremely tired, looking at Holmes who was leaning against the wall and rubbing his chin with his hands.For a while, I suddenly felt a little funny.

Annie watched like this, Mr. Watson first hugged, then fought, and finally yelled a few words and actually laughed the whole process.

Sure enough, the people around Holmes have been around for a long time, and they are actually not very normal, right?

"Uh..." Annie came in with several bottles of water and bread, "I think you should have settled your personal affairs?"

Anne walked in suddenly, and even Holmes looked normal.This made Watson sit still in shock. Believe him, if he had enough physical strength now, he should jump up to express his surprise.

Anne handed Watson the water in her hand, beckoning him to take a sip first.

Then, facing Watson's puzzled eyes, he gave a standard squatting salute: "Hi, I'm Anne Huigent, and you can call me Anne."

Annie?

Watson pondered in his heart for a while, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and remembered something.

"John Watson. Are you ... the artist at that solo exhibition in Portouille?" Watson asked, standing up.

Annie nodded: "Yes."

Watson wanted to extend his hand and shake hands with this talented painter.But at the first moment, I realized the dirt I had brought over the past two days, and took it back a little bit embarrassed.

Annie raised her eyebrows, but shook hands indifferently.

She turned to look at Holmes: "This friend of yours is very interesting."

Upon hearing this, Watson also looked at Mr. Detective.

"Yes, it's actually surprising every time." Thinking about the previous cooperation, Watson had to admit the uniqueness of those experiences and their singularity.

And the person who brought these was the Mr. Holmes next to him.

Anne smiled, and beckoned Holmes to come and help Mr. Watson, who was already exhausted.

Holmes looked at Watson half begging for mercy: "Annie wants to learn something about my past from you. Whether you can keep some secrets depends on you."

Watson seldom saw Holmes begging for mercy. Although it seemed mostly a joke, it was strange enough.

"Well... don't worry, my mouth is still very strict." Watson replied a little uncomfortable.

Holmes looked at Anne with a smile in his eyes, and shook his head helplessly at Watson: "I guess it's useless to be strict. Maybe you want to clean up all the old things..."

Mr. Detective's unusual behavior made Watson wonder if he was too tired to make up the dream.

Otherwise, how to explain that there is a good-looking Annie assisting Sherlock Holmes, or such a rare, non-ironic, and even approachable Mr. Detective?

"You don't have to bite your tongue, it will hurt." Holmes said first.

Annie responded with a smile: "Watson probably wants to take a look, is this a dream..."

As the two sang together, they simply reproduced Watson's mental activities just now.

Watson, who was shocked by "this turned out to be reality", kept beating drums in his heart.

Watson thought, we must hurry back to Baker Street.I have been away for the past two days, how much have I missed?All this can only be asked Mrs. Hudson.

Holmes would not answer himself.

However, after seeing the medical staff ready to go outside, Watson realized belatedly that he might not be able to return to Baker Street for a while.

Watson: Mrs. Hudson, I will wait for your visit earlier.

Really, I really want to know what happened!

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Watson: Kind of like hitting Sherlock.

turn away

Watson: No, I have to endure

Holmes: ...How do you do, my dear Watson.

Watson: No, I can't help it!

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