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The warm water, like the feeling of returning to the mother's body, gradually dissipated Annie's exhaustion.Like salt grains that are about to melt, the exhaustion in the muscles and mind gradually escapes along with the temperature of the hot water.

Annie blinked and blinked, and her drowsiness deepened a lot...

If it weren't for sleeping in the bathtub, it would be too careless.It will even damage the skin after a long time... Annie swears that she must enjoy such comfort, at least take a nap.

General crawled onto his big bed, Anne fell into a deep sleep without even thinking about it.

At this time, many people fell asleep.But not all...

At least, Holmes and Mr. Watson beside him are not included.

Although the latter, it is very likely that I still want to sleep subjectively.

"Sherlock, it's really necessary for us to come to this street so late to see a...uh..." Watson curled his lips, looked at Holmes' movements in some puzzlement, and couldn't help but question, "In the night , to see a dead tramp?"

"He shouldn't have died." Holmes interrupted him, and very quickly cut off a bit of the tramp's hair, lit his own pipe, and sniffed lightly at the end of his nose.

"The smell of tar," said Holmes.

He stood up very quickly and gave his seat to the doctor beside him: "Watson, what did you find?"

Although Holmes stood up, he still looked at the clues around the homeless man very seriously.Not even a strand of wool scraped off a nail eight meters away was missed.

Watson carefully examined the clues left by the homeless man's vital signs: "It took less than half an hour for him to die, and he didn't suffer much pain. It may be sudden toxicity or the onset of the disease."

"No pain?" Holmes withdrew his gaze and looked at Watson with some surprise. "Did you see the mud in his nails? They are exactly the same color as the wall not far from the corner of the street. I even looked at Watson." Got a few scratches in there."

After hearing this, Watson shook his head slightly: "No, if he suffered severe pain before death, his muscle shape should not be like this."

Holmes pursed his lips, knelt down and looked at it carefully again.

"Well, you're a doctor."

Holmes turned away and clasped his hands before his mouth.Taking a few deep breaths extremely calmly, he closed his eyes.

Countless clues passed through Holmes's mind spontaneously, just like watching flowers on horseback.Between them, a little bit of an arrow was added by Holmes, and what happened half an hour ago was replayed a little bit in the reasoning.

"Poisoned hair," said Holmes, "by a poisoned needle."

After Watson listened, he searched the homeless man in a very tacit understanding.

"Oh, of course not. Watson, you still need to add some observations." Holmes shook his head helplessly, as if he wanted to teach Watson daily. Although it was a bit complicated, it was still fun.

Holmes squatted down, and with a single force of both hands, he tore off the clothes from the tramp's arms.

"Here." He pointed to a red spot on the tramp's shoulder.

At this time, the surrounding area of ​​the red dot has gradually turned blue.Compared with other places around him, the obvious color is much more special.

Watson leaned over and took a closer look.He stood up as if giving up, and looked at Holmes: "Okay, Sherlock. You are right."

Holmes didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth raised a little when he turned around.

Watson stood up and watched the tramp's body being removed by the police.He took a few steps forward and followed the pace of the detective.

"So what shall we do next?"

Holmes walked quickly, the hem of his overcoat slightly raised, but he looked quite imposing.

"Go back and sleep."

Watson was about to nod when he suddenly realized, "Huh?"

The night was getting darker and darker, and there were very few lights on the whole street.Speaking of it, it is not as good as the lighting effect of moonlight.

Watson thought he was very sleepy, but he heard Sherlock say it back?While the case is still pending...

Holmes had to repeat himself, and once again felt helpless for his doctor.

"Go back and sleep."

Watson was a little afraid to imagine such a good thing: "Shouldn't you continue?"

Holmes shook his head: "After that, all we can do is wait."

Of course, in fact.Holmes seriously suspected that if the investigation continued, Watson might not be seen at breakfast tomorrow.

Sleeping was really troublesome, and Holmes shook his head helplessly.

Of course, he doesn't need it.

Thinking of all this, the proud detective ignored the many nicotine patches and coca leaves he chewed every day.

Mrs. Anderson had already fallen into a deep sleep at this time, completely unaware of the two tenants of 221B walking in.

"Good night, Sherlock," said Watson, preparing to go upstairs to his room.

Sherlock Holmes, who was suddenly said good night, was a little uncomfortable. He opened his eyes wide as if he was frightened, and twitched the corners of his mouth fiercely.

Then he squeezed a sentence between his teeth viciously: "Good night."

After finishing speaking, it was as if he made himself very uncomfortable all over, and it took him a long time to do the corpse experiment before he recovered.

Look at the rigorously documented data on how quickly saliva coagulates after death.Holmes nodded slightly. This is the right night!

As for tomorrow...

Holmes narrowed his eyes and looked at the map in his hand.Draw a circle lightly.

In the center of the circle is the Portelier exhibition.

……

The tickets that Darren got were not simply visits.Instead, it is possible to walk the entire venue, and even the working area behind the scenes can be entered by an application.

This was also the reason why Annie was so surprised at that time.

After all, if there is an oil painting exhibition, the painter is very likely to appear on the scene.Although, the paintings here are definitely gathered by masters, not all of them will come to the scene.

However, if you can only see one or two, it is enough for Annie to gain a lot.

This is absolute, "Listening to what you say is better than reading ten years of books"!

When Annie entered, she was already gearing up and looking forward to it.

Sure enough, the paintings in this exhibition are all classics.Although the Renaissance-themed paintings are not truly Renaissance, they are representative and directional enough.

Just looking at the brush strokes and layers of colors on it is enough to make Annie deeply intoxicated in it.

"You, are you Annie?" A voice came from behind, which startled Annie.

She turned around and saw a well-dressed woman.

"Yes, may I ask you to be..." Annie said.

The woman smiled and stretched out a hand: "I am one of the exhibition directors in Portulier, and I will arrange the exhibition in your side hall in the future."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Annie paused, then smiled and stretched out her hand, gently holding it.

The woman nodded: "Albel Brown, you can call me Al."

Miss Brown was extremely enthusiastic, which made Annie a little uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips and was about to speak.His eyes were attracted by the numbers above Brown's head.

Originally, this number counted down every second very normally.However, suddenly, without knowing what happened, he suddenly stopped.

It's just like……

The short calculation period is the same every time an absolute change is to occur.

Annie couldn't help but hold her breath. She looked around and found that the numbers above everyone's heads had stopped like this.

"Annie." Brown's expression froze a bit, "What's wrong?"

Annie didn't speak, but she couldn't help covering her mouth.

The next moment, Annie looked at the heads of everyone in front of her, and her heart stopped for a moment.

She hurriedly grabbed Brown's hand: "Arrange for everyone to evacuate in an orderly manner."

"What?" Brown didn't respond.

"There is no time to explain, let everyone evacuate in an orderly manner."

After speaking, Annie left quickly regardless of Brown's reaction.

Leaving Miss Brown alone in place, she couldn't react for a while.

However, this is not what Anne needs to consider.After all, even if you want to explain it, if you can explain it clearly, time will not allow it.

Miss Annie, who was afraid of trouble, even prepared to run away after everyone ran out.It made them unable to know who was crazy, yelling here and getting everyone out.

So, is the trouble soon resolved?

Annie, who thought so beautifully, didn't consider a small problem at all.

That is... Mr. Detective who has a memory palace and can be called an unforgettable photo.

"So, I deduce that it should continue to the next step here, and it is very likely that it will drop..." Bomb/bomb.

Before Holmes could utter the last two words, he heard a girl shouting "Bomb!" and "Fire!".All of a sudden, people who were still looking at the painting seriously rushed out.

Looking at the girl's face, Holmes was unusually dazed.

"How did she deduce it?"

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