Countdown all over the world

These days, for the little boy who sells newspapers, it is really unimaginably smooth for him.

It was like heaven.

The headlines on the front page every day are so explosive.Even himself, every time he went to get a newspaper, he couldn't help being surprised.

Let alone pedestrians on the street.

The little boy was sitting on the street corner, with only a few copies of the newspaper left on his lap.He was eating a delicious bread, which was sold to him cheaply by Mr. Li next door.

a piece of black bread.This is also what he is reluctant to eat on weekdays.

The boy took a hard bite and stuffed his mouth full.The face of eating breakfast is full of happiness.You know, this piece of bread is his profit from selling ten newspapers!

If this was normal, he would feel reluctant.

"If only this kind of life could be longer." The boy said to himself, licked the remaining bread crumbs in his hand, and ate it clean.

He stood up and patted the dirt behind his buttocks.Zizi started shouting again, these last few newspapers are also the best ones to sell.

Gaining strength, the boy's yelling became louder.Even walking has increased a bit faster.

"Headlines on the front page, another factory has been seized!" he shouted.

The same newspaper was smashed hard on Mr. Adler's face.Fortunately, the paper quality of the newspaper was not good, and it only slightly brushed his face.He didn't make any scars on that rather handsome face.

"Professor," he said, "I swear, the police were already there by the time I got there as fast as I could."

Mr. Adler had been unlucky enough to have such an obvious drudgery fall upon him.You know, because of his sister's outstanding abilities, Mr. Adler's treatment here can be regarded as good.

Very rarely, he was really assigned any complicated tasks.

Most likely, it was a trip with a lot of oil and water mixed in, and it was all picked out by the people below.He eagerly gave him the meritorious deeds.

It's not that no one is jealous of his unearned gains.

No way, the reason is very simple.They have a beautiful and capable younger sister.

Erin Adler.

Mr. Adler bent down and picked up the newspaper that had slid to the floor.The first page of the newspaper, just like the ups and downs of these days, the same news.

One factory was closed.

"If you come a few more times, the order will not keep up." said the man behind the table, pointing to Mr. Adler.

In his other hand, he was playing with a used bullet casing.

The luster of metal swirled in the palm of his hand.With a well-behaved appearance, it is like a jade article that is usually played by rich children.However, in the eyes of Mr. Adler, this scene is full of deterrence.

He said timidly, "I will try my best."

The man's spinning shell paused, and the corners of his lips curled up a little: "Do your best?"

Adler swallowed: "That's Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes. Sir, I'm really not sure."

This name, even if it wasn't known throughout the country some time ago.Through these days, Sherlock Holmes was quite the showman.Men naturally know his name.

"Call Erin," he said.

Mr. Adler's eyes lit up, he smiled involuntarily, and was about to speak.

The man took the lead and said, "If you fail this time, I won't raise a few useless people."

"Yes." Mr. Adler wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Of course, of course."

When he came out, he was still a little bit heartbroken.It would be impossible for Mr. Adler to take advantage of his sister's mission to act as a dominance without fear.

He understood that he could let Irene go out with peace of mind.It was also able to make that man feel at ease to send Irene out because he was here.

Mr. Adler sighed, presumably his life will not be too simple in the future.

"Irene." When he came to his sister's place, he was startled as expected.

He swallowed, and hastily exited and closed the door.

"Okay, Benjamin." Irene's voice came from the room, "It's not like you don't know my husband."

Mr. Adler hesitated outside for a while before pushing the door tentatively.He took a few deep breaths before pushing the door open and walking in.

Irene sat on her husband's lap amusedly, watching Mr. Adler look like a thief.He came in cautiously and closed his eyes cautiously.Like a persecuted little girl, Irene couldn't help laughing.

She turned her head away and exchanged an intimate kiss with her husband.

The man fell into obsession before he asked, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Adler glanced at his sister's new husband, feeling a little sorry for the poor man.But that's all.In addition to sympathy, he didn't have any other thoughts about this lecherous man.

"Sherlock Holmes?" Irene looked at the information provided by Mr. Adler, "The professor asked me to assist you?"

Mr. Adler is quite self-aware.He shook his head quickly, and waved his hand specially: "No, Irene. It should be said that you are in charge of this project. And I am an extra."

Mr. Adler, who knew how much he weighed, quickly took the initiative to throw out this task.In other words, with Irene in charge, he would rather do logistical preparations in the back, the difficulty is more suitable for him.

Irene smiled and pushed away the man begging for a kiss, and stood up on her own: "You should go back first."

The man was still a little unwilling: "Oh, don't. Dear Irene, are you going to drive me away like this?"

A smile appeared on Irene's amorous face, and the tide of sex appealed towards the man like a real tide.She smiled and said in a gentle voice: "You shouldn't want to disturb my work, right? My dear..."

The man who was coaxed into a trance quickly walked out contentedly.Before going out, she reluctantly blew a kiss to Irene.

That affectionate appearance is simply hard to look at directly.

Irene was still waving goodbye with a smile one moment ago, but after the door was closed the next moment, she rolled her eyes beautifully.

"This is really disgusting." Irene said helplessly, "I'm getting tired of it."

Mr. Adler looked at his sister, but did not speak.He just raised his eyebrows slightly, and pushed the newspaper in his hand towards Irene.

Silent urging.

"Okay, my brother." Irene said, "let's take a look at what happened to Mr. Holmes."

As a person under the professor who relies more heavily on it, Irene can be considered to have heard about the ups and downs of this period of time.Although it didn't hurt much, it did affect the professor in some aspects.

At least, the orders are a little bit behind.

This is really a shame.

Irene pursed her lips, and the moles at the corners of her eyes made her look even more attractive: "Get ready, we'll wait for my Mr. Detective at the next place."

Mr. Adler picked up his hat and put it on his head, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Which place?"

Irene smiled and said, "Pier No. [-]."

This weather, with the sea breeze blowing, cannot be called cool.Instead, it should be called a bit cold.

Standing behind Holmes, Watson shivered a little bit.

Holmes looked at the waves with a wandering gaze.He set up an easel here, a piece of charcoal and a piece of paper, and started to sketch while sitting on the ground.

Watson stood behind him, a little helpless.But he didn't want to disturb him.

Who would have imagined that Sherlock, who usually has zero EQ, would be so powerful when he fell in love.Even Watson was a little moved after following these days.

No matter where it is, Holmes will always stop at any time.Write a few strokes, or simply draw a sketch.

And these, without exception, will eventually come to Annie's desk.

Two days ago, Annie was finally discharged from the hospital.Sherlock Holmes gave her three sketches as a gift.

One is the news of the newspaper that reported the arrest of the person who set up the lockbox to trap him, and the current tragedy of that person.

One was his first factory to close.

Watson didn't know what the last one was.

All I know is that when Annie saw that one, her face showed a bit of shyness for the first time.He glanced at Holmes with a smile on his face, but his friend also stared at Annie silently.

God knows, when Watson was standing beside him, the quiet atmosphere almost suffocated him.

It seems to be yelling loudly: Sherlock likes you, so hurry up and get together!

However, Watson knew that if he said it, he would probably be punished badly, right?

should be.

He looked at the sketches made by Holmes' men, which had gradually scaled up.It can be said that the painting is quite professional.

"Here we are." Holmes raised his eyebrows, put down the charcoal pencil in his hand, and looked towards the sea not far away.

A ship is slowly coming, and it is about to berth and dock.

Holmes stood up and put away his sketchbook.He nodded to Inspector Lestrade and his men who were hiding around the pier.

He said: "After that, it's your business."

Search for evidence required, possible circumstances on board.Holmes has already provided everything. If Inspector Lestrade can't get it down and cut off one of Moriarty's tentacles, he will be really sorry for the many years he spent as an inspector.

"Come on," said Holmes to Watson.

Not long after the two left Pier No. [-], they encountered a parked carriage.

A woman dressed as a noble lady showed her veiled face: "Mr. Holmes? Want to have a drink together?"

The author has something to say: Mr. Adler is a pudding private

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Here comes our Ms. Irene