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When Watson just came back, he was almost scared back by the cobweb-like clues in the room.

In fact, he did close the door immediately.

"Is that Watson?" Anne poked her head out of the back room, skipping the two clues running through the two walls.

Holmes held a portrait sketch in his hand, and looked at it against the fading sunlight.He put down the paper in his hand, looked at Anne and replied, "Obviously."

Watson outside the door took a deep breath.Obviously, the layout of the first floor is exactly the same as in the memory, and even the occasional voice of Rebecca is very familiar.

Well, then the line of the second floor full of rooms that I just saw when I opened the door.It's like entering a haunted house, the whole room is covered with complicated paper, and there are two or three decorations scattered on the floor.When I first started, the most important thing to enter was the map full of markings.

"You should get used to it. John..." Watson said to himself, and he straightened his shirt with a forced calmness. "There is only one case."

Sherlock Holmes style, isn't it?

It's just... Watson smiled helplessly. Now that he has another Anne who cooperates with him, of course his personality will be further improved.

Just from the startling glimpse just now, one can fully imagine what kind of chaos it has become inside.Probably, it is even more headache than when Holmes went crazy by himself before, right?

Poor Mrs. Hudson, don't know what to do again.These are two people, it is double trouble...

Watson took a deep breath, pushed the door open again and walked in.

Holmes' voice sounded quickly: "Welcome back, Watson."

Watson carefully avoided a candle under his feet, barely letting the flame of the candle burn his expensive trousers with his raised legs.He bent over a thread overhead, but missed the bell hanging from it.

Watson pointed helplessly at the bell on the thread: "I haven't seen this before?"

Facing Watson's surprise, Holmes acted calmly: "It's a warning, keep quiet."

Annie brought out a cup of tea with a smile, and after passing a cup to Holmes, she even handed a cup to Watson.The hot tea is still steaming with a fragrance.

It was full of smoke and smoke, which was simply too inconsistent with the terrifying appearance of this room.

Watson took a sip belatedly, and was too hot to speak.

"My God, slow down!" Annie said in surprise.

She really didn't expect that Watson would take a long drink without looking at it.Just looking at it hurts.

Holmes blew gently on the tea, and then took a sip slowly.The fragrant tea enters the throat, making the whole person refreshed.On this cool autumn day, I feel warm all over my body.

Holmes's comfortable appearance deeply irritated Watson, who had a sore throat.

He took a few deep breaths, and was relieved in the cold water handed over by Annie.

Watson gasped a few times after a "ton, ton, ton" meal.Sitting down, he pointed to the things in the room with a puzzled look on his face.

"What are these?" He pointed to the decorations all over the room and asked.

Holmes took the case notes in Anne's hand and flipped through a few pages: "A new case."

"To be precise, it can be said that it is the previous case." Annie explained kindly, "It is the stolen oil painting by Portouille that was not tracked down before."

Holmes' face was serious: "It's a new case. Porturier was stolen, and they were also deceived by Moriarty."

That failed judgment simply made Holmes unbearable to look back on.The most frightening thing was that after dispatching McCoff's men, they recovered a fake.

This one thing is enough for him to be laughed at by McCoff at Christmas family gatherings in the next few years.

Watson's eyes widened, and he swallowed nervously: "Moriarty? Professor Moriarty. The one who gave us a stop at Pier No. [-]?"

"Yes." Annie nodded.

The name Watson was no stranger to him. He and Holmes had disrupted many of this man's plans when Annie was in a coma.

On the front pages of a series of newspapers, a lot of news that made him lose face was published.

"Why is he related to Portulier's theft?" Watson still couldn't understand.

Annie pointed to a note on the wall that occupied the most middle position: "Moriarty's gauntlet."

Watson walked in the direction of Anne, carefully observed the note, and read the words on the paper: "'I think, you should not forget the reason why you came to me in the first place. Why don't you just use that note? Painting a game? JM'JM? James, Moriarty?"

Anne nodded.

Watson frowned and looked at it. When his eyes fell on one place, his whole body showed disbelief.

He pointed to a lip print on it, and looked back at Holmes: "Is this a lip print?"

Holmes looked slightly embarrassed, and he subconsciously glanced at Anne.He didn't get any look back from her, and his voice couldn't help but become unstable.

"Yes, a mad woman. One of Moriarty's men." Holmes replied solemnly with a very businesslike look.

Watson pursed his lips, put his hands into fists in front of his lips, and coughed hard twice.

Holmes' eyes were a little wandering, and he handed over the cup of hot tea that Watson had just boiled: "Drink more water if you have a bad throat."

Watson took it over: "It's too hot."

Holmes didn't raise his head, but concentrated on looking at the notes in his hand: "Take that too."

Watson held the tea helplessly and couldn't help but admit it.Sherlock Holmes' jokes are definitely not so easy to read.

"So, what do I need to do?" Watson asked.

Annie glanced at Holmes, and did not answer Watson's question, but asked with a smile, "How is Mary? How are you doing today?"

Watson froze for a moment and blinked his eyes.To tell the truth, he did have a crush on Mary.

He took a sip of slightly cold black tea: "It's good. In fact, we will visit Mary's parents tomorrow."

"So soon?" Annie was a little surprised, but she quickly sent her blessings, "Then everything will go well tomorrow! If you are worried about what to bring, you can ask Mrs. Hudson."

This is indeed what Watson needs now, and he is very grateful for Anne's suggestion.

Holmes did not take it seriously: "This is not fast! According to Watson's speed, this has already wasted a lot of time."

Of course, on weekdays, Watson should have been single again with the help of Holmes at this time.

Watson glanced at Holmes, the meaning in his eyes could not be more obvious.

You and Annie haven't made any progress yet, yet you still despise my speed?

Watson, who didn't know anything about Anne and Holmes, boldly expressed his disdain to Mr. Detective.

Holmes said, "Annie, can you help Mrs. Hudson?"

The words were endless, but Annie nodded very gently.Putting down the things in his hands, he walked towards the door of the house.

When passing by Watson, he lightly patted him on the shoulder.Watson was at a loss.

He watched Annie go out and closed the door gently.Then he turned his head and looked at Holmes: "What do you mean?"

Holmes picked up his violin casually, and a melodious piece of music was played when the bowstring was touched.The ups and downs of the tone, rhythmic under his hands.This is a tune that belongs exclusively to Sherlock Holmes.

In other words, this is Anne in Holmes' eyes.

Gentle, without losing the ups and downs.A few light and delicate notes are enough to compose an entire movement.

"So, can you answer my question now?" Watson waited until the end of the song before asking.

Usually, Sherlock Holmes will not play the complete music.This was a piece of music that Watson had never heard before.

Sherlock's violin on Baker Street will only be one tune in the middle of the night.Watson, who was usually woken up like this, didn't like Holmes' violin at all.

This, speaking of it, is actually the first time I have heard Holmes' complete performance.

Watson had to admit, it still sounded good.

This was also an anomaly that made him even more curious.

Holmes put down the violin in his hand, walked over very seriously, and sat down in front of Watson.

"Tell me, are you happy with Mary?" asked Holmes.

Watson was taken aback by the question, and he wanted to answer directly: "Happy."

However, his friend's rare serious expression made him involuntarily become serious.It seems that the answer after this can really affect him a lot.

Watson thought quietly, and fell into silence for a while.

And Holmes didn't show the slightest hint of urging, just sat opposite him, waiting quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Watson looked up at Holmes and said very seriously, "Happy, I am very happy."

"In fact, I even have a desire to spend the rest of my life with Mary." Watson said, a little excited, "Yes, if

It would be a great honor for me to have her as my wife. "

Holmes looked at Watson and remained silent for a while.She just looked at him quietly, trying to see the slightest reluctance or omission of lies from his performance.

However, no.

Holmes didn't know whether he should feel relaxed or lost at this time, or whether he should feel the happiness and joy of finding his own place with his friends.

But, in the end, he just said, "It's pretty good."

Watson looked at him with some doubts.

Holmes explained kindly: "You and Mary, like me and Annie, are fine."

"Of course." Watson nodded, and suddenly said belatedly, "What, have you and Annie made progress?"

"when!"

Involuntarily, the sound was amplified.