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No matter how rigorous the precautions are, it is difficult to defeat the long-term tension.

Mr. Adler and his men have been guarding the paper mill day and night for five days.To be honest, even Adler himself couldn't tell how long he had to wait here.

"Are you going out today?" one of his men asked.

Mr. Adler looked at the ugly scar on the man's face, and his heart, which was already irritated by the long wait, was no longer in the mood to speak nicely.

He took a step forward and slapped the scarred man's head fiercely: "After taking the money, I'm still going to be lazy!"

The man was beaten so hard that he staggered back a step.He glanced at Mr. Adler, his eyes showed a bit of anger, but he said very respectfully: "I'm really sorry, I'll go right away, I'll go right away!"

Mr. Adler kicked the man with the scar, and shouted loudly as if venting his anger: "Hurry up! I wasted time, can you be responsible!"

The man with the scar couldn't help but breathe harder, and he ran two steps forward fiercely, avoiding Mr. Adler's next venting of anger.

He went out, called a few people to follow him, and prepared to walk towards the path outside the factory.That's where they need to patrol, even if it's a reluctant trip.However, it is much better than the river that Mr. Adler ordered.

"Boss, are we still going to the river today?" A man asked with a little flattery on his face.

The man with the scar slapped him on the back: "Lazy, you're going to be lazy again!"

Although he was vicious on the surface, the hand he secretly stretched out in private had another meaning.

The man understood, and secretly put two silver coins in the hand of the scarred man: "You don't need to worry about it."

"Come on, just take a look over there!" The man with the scar pointed at the path outside, "Let me tell you, this is the place that needs manpower. After you finish watching, come here!"

At this time, the autumn wind is bleak.The cold wind was blowing, as if it was about to cool the bones.Who doesn't want to finish the task quickly and go back to the house to stay.

Although, that dilapidated factory is not warm enough.However, at least it is much better than standing next to the water.

After two silver coins, the man smiled and walked towards the river.He trotted all the way, humming a little song leisurely in his mouth.

When we got to the river, we took a rough look at the rushing river.

"If you ask me, there aren't even many fish in here. There's no way for boats to come in, let alone people." The man spat on the ground, cursed secretly, and then turned and walked away.

What a waste of his time.The man shook his head, picked a leaf casually, chewed it in his mouth, and left.

Across the river, among the trees.A man wearing a hat made of weed moved slightly.

Holmes moved his stiff body. After lying here for a long time, even his joints felt as if they were about to cum.

"Going into the water," said Holmes to himself.

He glanced at the package on the ground with some disgust, and took out a blanket from it.

Holmes curled his lips: "It's really troublesome to do so."

Although he was disgusted in his mouth, the movements of his hands were not slow at all, and he quickly wrapped the blanket around his body.Before going out, Annie specially asked him to bring it.

What is the original story?

Holmes touched the down on the blanket and thought for a moment to himself.

"Don't get sick and infect Rebecca and the others."

Yes, Anne said so.

Holmes rubbed his nose, but there was a smile in his eyes.Obviously he was worried about his illness, but he still wanted to say this.really...

Holmes seemed to sigh helplessly, but in his heart he was flattered.

Wrapped in a blanket, he quickly descended into the river.In a bitingly cold, dripped past.

The turbulent river is really difficult to walk.However, this is not a big problem for Holmes.After all, Sherlock Holmes is quite used to this level of geographical difficulty.

Apart from being a little cold, everything else is fine.

Once ashore, Holmes took off the almost soaked blanket.Most of the icy river water was kept out by this inconspicuous blanket.To be honest, this is really much more decent than Holmes's usual state after falling into the water.

Holmes looked at the blanket he had thrown on the ground, and hesitated for a while.Pursing her lips, she picked it up.Find another shelter and put it away.

I'm just cherishing possessions.

Sherlock Holmes said this to himself, but there is a bit of truth in it, which is self-evident.

"I thought you would just throw this thing into the river?"

Holmes' figure paused, and he turned his head, his expression a bit grim.

Irene came out with a smile and shrugged at Holmes: "Actually, I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

The woman was dressed extremely gorgeously, her waist was tightly bound, and under the bright red skirt, it was even more unbelievable against the backdrop.

Holmes narrowed his eyes: "Actually, I don't want to come."

Irene nodded indifferently, and took a few steps closer to Holmes.They didn't stop until there was only a clump of grass hedge between them.

She smiled sweetly, gently adjusted the hem of her skirt that was messed up by the weeds on the road, and saluted very ladylikely: "Irene Adler."

"Adler?" Holmes laughed. "I thought you should be called Mrs. De?"

Irene's smile stopped, she pretended not to care, and waved her hand: "De? That disgusting man doesn't mean anything. He won't waste too much time, Sherlock."

She moved closer to Holmes, smiled and looked into his charming eyes: "I would rather you call me Irene."

The woman's breath is like orchids, and the temperature of the perfume that hits her face is the most bewitching fragrance.

However, Holmes looked calm.He even frowned at Irene slightly annoyed: "I thought the task Moriarty gave you was more important?"

The implication is that they dislike Irene's inefficiency.

If they were miserably tricked by Irene's methods on weekdays, those people would know Holmes' dislike.I'm afraid they could crawl out of the cemetery in anger.

Inefficiency, you actually dislike Irene's inefficiency.

God knows how many people have been ruined by this poisonous spider-like woman, and they have no power to fight back.

Irene didn't seem to be affected by anything, and smiled softly: "Don't worry. Sherlock, I'm sorry. This is the first time, you have already ended the game."

She shook her head regretfully: "Moriarty will be very disappointed. He originally thought you would perform better."

A piece of paper actually lured the famous Sherlock Holmes.This really surprised Irene, but also a little disappointed.

Irene shrugged: "I thought you wouldn't easily step into the trap we prepared."

Holmes waited calmly for a while, and looked behind Irene with empty eyes.

After a while, the woods not far away made the sound of wind passing by.Holmes smiled and gradually relaxed his body.

"Actually, you did divide the first oil painting and put it here." Holmes laughed. "For Moriarty, this is just a game, isn't it?"

Erin looked at him and didn't speak.

Holmes stepped over the grass fence, turned behind Irene, and carelessly rubbed his fingers on the wall of the factory building.

"All this, I suppose, is merely to save Mr. Moriarty's face. Isn't it?" said Holmes.

The newspapers at that time did not have any substantial blows to Moriarty's forces.But other people don't know that, do they?

It's like three people becoming tigers.

The daily news is all about Moriarty's failure.No one could boldly guess that these properties, which are enough to make people greedy and tempting, even risking their lives to snatch them, are too small to be worth mentioning in Moriarty's eyes.

"They all thought that Moriarty had already been defeated." Holmes said, "So, he needs a victory to prove himself."

Irene's face was a little stiff, but when she turned her head away, there was still such a gorgeous smile on her beautiful face.

"I don't care about Moriarty's affairs. Mr. Holmes, in fact, the reason why I am willing to do this matter is very simple."

Holmes narrowed his eyes: "Are you curious about me?"

"Actually..." Irene stepped forward suddenly, and she and Holmes seemed to be close to each other, almost breathing.

Like a lover, full of gentle whispers, Irene smiled and looked at Holmes' lips: "I just think, you are very interesting."

Enticingly, she licked her lips lightly.

"Uh... Sherlock, should you go?"

A voice suddenly appeared.

The tone of voice was obviously not calm, but it made Holmes tremble all over.Irene had exhausted all means just now, and even that sexy look didn't make Holmes breathe even for an instant.

However, just a voice from Anne disturbed Holmes' mind.

He turned his head, glanced at Annie, and nodded very obediently: "Of course, I listen to you."

Annie smiled and raised the scroll in her hand: "Miss Irene, it seems like you like it better by calling you like this?"

"For the first time, we've already done it. Let poor Mycroft and the others rest for a day, as Moriarty promised."

Under Irene's ugly face, Annie went on to say: "After all, if you want to continue playing, both parties should at least keep their promises, shouldn't they? Thank you for your cooperation, let's go first."

Irene looked at the backs of Anne and Holmes, and stood there for a long time, unable to recover.

His hand was slightly clenched into a fist, trembling slightly on the side of his leg.It was obviously a slender hand, with slender and white fingers, but at this moment she was holding them tightly and folded into one or two stripes.

Erin Adler, a rare gaffe.

"Irene." Mr. Adler pushed open the door panting. He covered his head pitifully and grinned.

"The scroll is missing! It was snatched by a..." woman.

Before he could say the second half of the sentence, he was startled by Irene in front of him.Adler seldom saw Irene angry, and his sister always smiled on weekdays.

Even if there is someone else's blood in her hand, it will not change the charming arc of her mouth even a little bit.

"Irene..." Mr. Adler said nervously.

He remembered that once when he was young, Irene was furious.That was when the two of them, brother and sister, depended on each other for life. Because of Irene's injury, he had to go out to find a way out.

On the way to sell newspapers, Mr. Adler was beaten with headaches because he didn't pay the protection fee.Wearing tattered clothes and going back, they went to the small dilapidated house where the two of them had sheltered.

Eileen was clearly in her early teens at the time.

However, her anger at that time actually made all the local snakes active in that area bow their heads.

Adler thought back to the hooligans who were tortured to the point where they had no way out when they were murdered by Irene's borrowed knife.The few men who had nowhere to go and were in a panic were very different from the arrogant appearance that they had when they beat him with their heads covered.

That was the first time Irene got angry, and it made Mr. Adler swear from now on that he would never offend Irene.He couldn't bear his sister's anger at all.

Mr. Adler was so frightened that he stood still, not daring to move.

He watched as Irene knelt down and picked up the note that Holmes deliberately left behind.Her eyes are very calm, like two deep pools, there is already a violent storm on the surface of the pool, but the pool is still as calm as death.

grunt.

Mr. Adler swallowed involuntarily, and tightened his lips.Even his pampered and puffed up belly is trying to tighten.

Mr. Adler, who is quite a tonnage, is simply a fat man who is extremely flexible at the moment.The whole person stood aside, wishing to shrink into a ball so that Irene could not see herself.

What Holmes left behind was the envelope that had appeared on Mycroft's desk.Or, to put it more clearly, it should be Moriarty's message to Holmes through Mycroft.

The game begins.

The message Holmes left behind is also very clear.

Moriarty called the gauntlet, and he, Holmes, next.

Even, at this moment, what made Irene look even worse was that Sherlock Holmes not only followed up, but also defeated her beautifully.

Irene's fox-like seductive eyes looked at the rushing river not far away, and smiled slightly.

"This is the first time I've lost to you, Sherlock." Irene pursed her lips, "It's also the last time."

……

After returning to Baker Street, Holmes was quickly pulled by Annie and took off his damp coat.

"Go take a hot bath," Anne said, "don't get sick."

As early as when she was in the water, she was fully protected by the blanket prepared by Annie.Holmes watched Anne beside him, and cared about his appearance from time to time.This made his heart feel a little warm, and this also made his hands and feet, which were frozen in the river, be warmed and melted one by one by the warm current rushing out of his chest.

Sherlock Holmes had seldom experienced this feeling before.However, since he met Annie, it seemed to be commonplace.

This feeling is good.

Holmes looked at Annie who was helping him to straighten his neckline, and couldn't help but lowered his head for a moment, and gently kissed the top of her hair.

"I'll get you some hot tea later, don't forget..." Annie's words were interrupted by this soft kiss.

She blinked, as if a little dazed.She lowered her head slightly, trying to hide the blush that couldn't help burning on her cheeks.

"Anne," said Holmes.

The man's voice was full of magnetism, whispering on the top of Annie's hair.Even though it was my own name, there was nothing special about it.However, the feeling of that word lingering between Holmes' mouths seemed to gently stroke the softest part of Anne's heart, causing some itch.

Annie pursed her lips, pretended to be calm and took a few deep breaths before raising her head to look at Holmes: "You, what are you going to say?"

Originally, my mental construction was very good, and my breathing was already very calm.As soon as she opened her mouth, looking at Holmes' deep eyes, Annie seemed to be sinking in all of a sudden, and slammed her face in a hopeless way.

Expose your nervousness thoroughly.

Annie blinked her eyes in annoyance, and looked at Holmes aggrievedly.

"Thank you, Anne," said Holmes.

He put his hand on Annie's back and patted her lightly twice.It was like a hug that couldn't be warmer, since both of them had returned from the cold outside.

However, under the cold coat, they felt the most intimate warmth from each other.

This is the first hug between the two after they established a relationship.On weekdays, Anne, who was always calm, couldn't help showing a bit of her daughter's shyness, and gently buried her head on Holmes' chest.

In the ear is the steady heartbeat of the man.

One click, another click.Gradually speed up.

Holding Annie in his arms, Holmes felt that his whole body gradually became hot under the warmth of his heart.This made him feel a little strange, even if it is inside the house, it is far from the temperature of heat?

A little sweat broke out on his forehead.

Holmes was at a loss, but he was reluctant to let go of Anne.I can only take a few deep breaths, hoping to calm down.

"Shy!"

A childish voice suddenly sounded, causing Annie to get an electric shock. She quickly pushed Holmes away and stood up hastily.

Although the hug that was forcibly interrupted made Holmes sweat a little better.But the sudden feeling of emptiness in his arms made him feel a bit lost, and he felt a little unhappy.

He looked at the uninvited guest next to him, and couldn't help but frown.

Rebecca, who was standing beside her, was not afraid of Holmes' eyes at all.On the contrary, she looked at the two with a ignorant face, her big eyes blinked and blinked clearly.Small appearance, not to mention how innocent.

She covered her face with her small hands, as if she was about to cover her eyes.It happened to be where the two eyes were, and the fingers were widely separated.All eyes are exposed.

This look that she knew she shouldn't look at but wanted to look at it made Annie, who was a little shy, laughed.

"Go and take a hot bath." Annie gently pushed Holmes, urging in a low voice.

Holmes glanced at Anne, whose neck was flushed, with a smile in his eyes.He nodded, and followed Anne's strength, turned around and went out to the bathroom.

Of course, Holmes did not forget the disturbance from the unexpected guest Rebecca.Because Anne liked the little girl, Holmes didn't really do anything.

However, before going out, it was necessary to give Rebecca a hard look to express her dissatisfaction.

Rebecca didn't take it seriously, and even threw herself into Anne's arms excitedly after Holmes went out.The little head rubs and rubs, it looks very nostalgic.

"Sister Annie, you won't go out tonight, right?" Rebecca nestled in Annie's arms, coquettishly, "Grandma Hudson and I were the only two last night, so lonely..."

Annie rubbed Rebecca's hair with a smile, her eyes glanced worriedly over the number above Rebecca's head, and then she said with a smile: "Annie will not go out tonight. Be with our Rebecca and talk about Tell me a bedtime story, okay?"

Rebecca liked Annie's bedtime stories the most, and her big eyes lit up.Nodding happily: "Okay!"

Last night, Holmes and Anne went to the factory ahead of time for Moriarty's affairs.

On the map, the terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack makes them a little unsure how to start.I deliberately took advantage of the night and went there to investigate for a while.Just decided on today's plan.

Just like "The praying mantis catches the cicada, the oriole follows", the appearance of Holmes after evading the factory patrol will make Irene lower her vigilance by a factor or two.

And before leaving the house, Anne clearly sent Holmes out, and even passed the wrong news to them.

Watson next to Holmes has not appeared for a long time.Even this morning he and Mary bought tickets to the opera.This made Irene even more convinced that Holmes was alone.

And when Irene was restrained, the rest of the people were much easier to deal with.

Mr. Adler, who had been beaten up and down by Annie, couldn't stop Annie's intrusion.The scroll that had been hidden earlier fell into Anne's hands.

Rebecca curiously clicked on the scroll next to Anne: "Sister Anne, what is this?"

Annie smiled and helped Rebecca comb two cute little braids before picking up the scroll.He smiled and said, "This is Anne and Sherlock's spoils today..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door on the first floor.

Annie put down Rebecca in her arms and told her to sit down obediently.Only then stood up and went to the window, lifted a bit of the curtain and looked down.

It's an old acquaintance.

A man who had to leave for a while because of a sudden change in his family.

"Darren?" Annie said.

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