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Watson felt that he was just out for a day.

Well, maybe plus half the night.Had a wonderful dinner time with his lovely Mary.Add up, but also a day.

Why, have you changed so much since you came back?

At this time, the "spider web" in Anne's room is completely insignificant.Watson looked Holmes up and down, as if seeing the detective for the first time.

"Based on your gaze, I think you are very surprised by what I just announced?" Holmes raised his eyebrows, looked at Watson and said.

Watson couldn't restrain his surprise at all. He straightened his back uncontrollably and moved a little closer to Holmes.

"So, you and Annie...well, what happened?" Watson was a little incoherent.

Holmes drank the lipstick tea very calmly, with a slight smile on his lips.

The dialogue on the street was completely beyond Holmes' expectation.However, just thinking about it, I feel an uncontrollable warmth and joy in my heart.

Because of another person, the emotions in my heart are completely out of my control.A thought of joy, a thought of panic.Although for Holmes, it is not something to enjoy at all.

But...it made Holmes feel uncontrollably happy.

Watson just watched helplessly as Holmes smiled unconsciously.This was the first time he saw it, so Watson stayed where he was, not knowing what to do.

"Actually..." Holmes sighed, "After experiencing what happened to Anne, I can understand your previous behavior of wasting time."

Watson frowned: "Waste time?"

Holmes paused as he lit his pipe, blinked his eyes, and cast a casual glance at Watson.As expected, this doctor friend was looking at him in disbelief.

Holmes sighed: "Well, I admit that Mary doesn't count among them."

Before Watson breathed a sigh of relief, what Holmes said next caught his breath in his chest.

"But the other women, I have to admit, are no different than wasting time."

Watson sighed, looking overwhelmed, and asked bluntly, "What exactly are you going to say?"

Holmes looked up and looked at Watson. "I think you will need some personal time."

Personal time!

Watson almost jumped up when he heard the word.This matter seems simple, but since he moved into Baker Street, it has hardly happened a few times.

In fact, this is also easy to understand.After all, cases never happen when planned, do they?

Watson was stunned for a while before asking, "Personal time? Sherlock, you mean to give me private time?"

Watson's ironic tone was obvious, but it only made Holmes bow his head and smile slightly.

"Yes. I think, recently, you should not be willing to share the work of my assistant." Holmes said, "After all, Mary will need you very much recently, won't she?"

Watson opened his mouth, but did not speak.

Holmes was suddenly so understanding that even Watson was surprised.He could hardly restrain his excitement, stood up, and walked to the window in a few steps.

Lifting the curtains, watching the flow of people on the street.It's like his heart that is hard to calm down at this time.

Settle down, Watson.This is Sherlock Holmes best wishes for you.

Watson said to himself.

"Thank you." After a while, Watson spoke.

Holmes lit his pipe and held it lightly in his mouth: "It is my pleasure."

Before going out, Watson put his hand on the doorknob, turned his head as if suddenly awakened, and looked at Holmes, who was sitting upright on his seat.

"if you need……"

Holmes laughed. "Of course I will go to you for help."

Watson didn't know why, but he turned his head away as if he was relieved.With his back turned to Holmes, there was a somewhat knowing smile on his face.

It's like, the expected things happen naturally, which makes people feel at ease in the bottom of their hearts.

"Of course," said Watson, and went out.

It seemed that something quietly left when Watson left the room.There is something more heavy, quietly coming.

Holmes... Watson murmured the name to himself.

He smiled, and the curve of his lips showed Watson's good mood.

This person, no matter when it is, will give people endless surprises.isn't it?

……

Mr. Adler had been waiting at the paper mill for three full days, and even he was getting impatient.

"Irene, that Sherlock Holmes you mentioned, can he really see the clues to get here?" Mr. Adler tightened his coat tightly, shivering in the bleak autumn wind, "I have already guarded here. It's been three days."

The woman standing under the shade of the tree stood there calmly as if she didn't hear it.

Mr. Adler pursed his lips and stood aside helplessly.Filled with apprehension, he didn't dare to tell anything in front of Irene.Mr. Adler had bid farewell to sleep the first time Mr. Moriarty had instructed him to do such a thing.

Irene turned her head: "Adler, you really should take a good look at the bruises under your eyes. It's really scary."

Mr. Adler touched his face belatedly, and said in a daze: "I really can't sleep."

Irene smiled sweetly, passed Mr. Adler nonchalantly, and walked over.When she came to the gate of the factory, she stopped and turned to look at Mr. Adler.

"Aren't you coming?" Erin asked.

Mr. Adler shuddered all over, quickly turned his head around and ran over with a look of eagerness.The fat on his face trembled and trembled, which was ridiculous.

Irene waited for Mr. Adler to run to the door, and then helped him tidy up his messy collar: "Moriarty didn't put all this on you."

Facing Mr. Adler's gaze, Irene continued: "Actually, this is only my business. But since I need to go out for so long, I just apply to let you follow me."

Otherwise, the few things that Mr. Adler messed up before were enough for others to give him a little bit of suffering without Irene.

"However, Holmes has not come over so far. Whether he will, he has not noticed..."

Irene pointed her finger in front of Mr. Adler's mouth, interrupting his random guessing: "You have to know, although you may not be able to understand it, to Sherlock Holmes, that note is no less to the point of telling him everything directly."

"Then why..." Mr. Adler was puzzled, he wanted to ask why he hadn't shown up after three days.

Irene turned her head and looked at the winding path not far away.That was the only way in and out of the paper mill, excluding, of course, the rushing river that lay behind it.

A river that is difficult for even a small boat to cross is usually not the choice for people to visit here.But, that's Sherlock Holmes after all, isn't it?

Pay more attention, there is always no mistake.

"Don't worry, Adler." Irene smiled, "The matter of urging him will appear soon."

As Irene expected, on Baker Street, at this moment, Sherlock was looking at Mycroft reluctantly.

"Why are you here again?" Sherlock looked at Mycroft's eyes with disdain, and his whole body showed disgust.

Mycroft was not affected at all, standing inside the room with a gentlemanly demeanor.He was standing in the cobwebs all over the room, but he looked serious, as if he was attending some high-end banquet.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door and came in: "I thought, maybe you will feel a little thirsty?"

"It's an honor." Mycroft nodded.

Mrs. Hudson put down the black tea, greeted Holmes and Anne to drink tea, and then turned to look at Mycroft: "I am not talking to you."

Mycroft, who was stunned: ...

Mrs. Hudson obviously has a deep grudge against Mycroft: "Honestly, there's always something going on every time you come here."

Holmes nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson."

He looked at Mycroft: "So, what's going on this time?"

If one or two sentences were enough to make Mycroft feel uncomfortable, he wouldn't be able to continue in his work environment.

He took out an envelope from the lining of his clothes and put it on the table.

"We all hope that you can solve the theft in Portulier sooner," he said.

Holmes looked at him with interest: "I don't think that the favor you owe to collectors is not urgent enough?"

Speaking of this, Mycroft felt extremely aggrieved.

Not at any time, you will see the envelope on your desk at the first moment of work, written in a slow command tone.

"I'm desperate to start our game.

Please pass this on to Sherlock Holmes.Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll start to feel bored.

Moriarty"

Holmes narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the crazy words.He looked at Mycroft, picked up the envelope in his hand, and gently

Lightly waved.

"Same paper as Miss Irene's?" Annie glanced at it and said.

Holmes nodded: "Obviously."

McCoff took a step forward and raised his chin slightly: "So, my superiors and I hope that you can start as soon as possible. No matter what Moriarty wants, find him."

Holmes' lips curled up: "So afraid of Moriarty?"

Mycroft's face froze, he turned his head and refused to speak.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

After a while, Holmes finally said, "Okay, I'll take this case."

"After all, it looks like fun."