Countdown all over the world

"I thought you were still dealing with things at home?" Annie opened the door and said with a smile.

The man standing outside the door was covered in dust and dust.Holding a black umbrella in his hand, he looked at Annie with a little hesitation in his eyes.

Darren's abnormality made Anne feel nervous.To be honest, since she met Darren, she has rarely seen a man like this.

She suppressed her smile and asked softly, "What happened?"

The black umbrella, and at this late hour, come to visit.All these made Annie's heart tense and she had a bad premonition.

As if instinctively, Annie glanced at the numbers above Darren's head without any trace.

I haven't seen it for nearly a month, but the number above Darren's head seems to have decreased. Compared with this month's time, there are many more parts.

This made Anne couldn't help worrying.

"My brother passed away." Darren choked up and said in a low voice.

Annie stepped aside and opened the door, pointing inside: "Come in first."

Although Darren and Annie have been working together for several years, they actually don't know much about each other.In other words, they should have been closer friends than when the two met.

Annie handed Darren a cup of hot tea and told him to sit down. Then she asked worriedly, "Your brother...is that the one you always said took care of you when you were young?"

Darren nodded.

This was not sudden. Anne had heard about it before she moved into Baker Street.During that time, Darren always seemed to be frowning.Annie asked several times, but he didn't seem very willing to say it.Annie saw that the number above Darren's head was normal, so she didn't force it.

"He has taken good care of me since he was a child." Darren lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "I thought there would be more time to repay him."

Annie has never been good at comforting people, let alone such a very sad thing.She stood beside Darren, not knowing what to do.I could only pat him on the back lightly, and listen to Darren's story in silence.

"have a guest?"

Annie shook her head slightly at Holmes who entered the door: "Darren, you should know him."

Holmes, who had just finished bathing, still had a little moisture on his head, which made his unruly curly hair even more wanton.His complexion was not very good, he looked up and down the man who had just entered the door.

After all, when Holmes wanted to find Annie after taking a refreshing bath, he saw another man beside her.This unexpected and uncomfortable mood is quite understandable.

"What's the matter? Did you choose such a late time to visit?" Holmes said straight to the point.

Mr. Detective was as straightforward as ever, which made Annie, who was a little at a loss, suddenly nervous.She carefully glanced at Darren, who was looking sad, and moved to Holmes' side in small steps.

Standing on tiptoe, she whispered softly in Holmes' ear, "Darren said that his brother has passed away."

Holmes frowned slightly upon hearing this.His gaze was like a torch, and he looked at Darren.

After a long while, he turned his head and looked at Annie's appearance, feeling a little bit helpless.

"You believe what he says?" said Holmes, without lowering his voice in the slightest.

Such provocative words made Darren stand up all of a sudden. His anger made his breath unsteady. He stared straight at Holmes, speechless for a long time.

Holmes analyzed it very calmly: "There are almost no traces on the cloth surface of the black umbrella, and the color of the folded position has not faded yet. This is an umbrella you just bought. The purpose is very simple. The state of the past."

He took two steps forward, picked up his own pipe on the table and lit it: "Actually, you did encounter something sad. But it wasn't my brother's departure..."

Holmes narrowed his eyes, as if lost in thought, his eyes wandered away for a while, and then fell on the bag Darren put aside.

"Annie." Darren said suddenly, "I think today's visit is enough for now."

Holmes smiled, with his head down and his pipe in a nonchalant air.

Darren picked up the bag, stepped forward and came to Annie: "I hoped that you could move back, but because of something at home, I was in a hurry."

Annie sighed deeply and was about to speak when Darren held her down.

"In fact, I still hope that you can move back. Baker Street is not safe. You can hardly imagine how many enemies this Mr. Holmes has provoked in his previous days."

Darren's eyes were burning, and he looked at Anne expectantly.

Annie shook her head: "Thank you for your concern, Darren. But it's unnecessary..."

The light in Darren's eyes gradually went out when Annie refused.His hands clenched into fists and tightened at his side.After a while, he let go.

He sighed: "Well, as you wish. If you change your mind at any time, I can help you move back at any time."

In front of Holmes, so much fanfare?

This was the most arrogant person Holmes had ever met in his life.He stood up uncontrollably and came to Anne's side.Holding her shoulders, he smiled and said to Darren, "No need, she has me."

Darren's gaze was on Anne's face, without moving away.

After a while, he sighed and walked towards the door with his bag.

After opening the door, he paused.Turning around and looking at Annie: "There are still ten days left in the Oil Painting Appreciation Exhibition, and I have secured an exhibition spot for you."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door and stood alone at the door of 221B Baker Street.The clenched fists were loosened, and the palms were wet with sweat.

Inside the house, Holmes looked unhappy.He looked at Annie without blinking, waiting for her explanation.

"I thought you could see his lies?" said Holmes. "The theory of his death is full of loopholes."

Annie sat down and looked at Holmes with helplessness in her eyes.

She didn't know how to explain the sudden drop in the numbers above Darren's head.This is only possible because Darren recently made a major decision.And it was this decision that brought about a huge change in the trajectory of his life.

Annie looked at Holmes. Although the man looked calm, whether it was the erratic eyes or the involuntary quickening of his breathing, Annie could feel that Holmes was not at peace.

Holmes, who was calm on the surface, was already on the verge of pufferfish in his heart.

Annie looked at the string of question marks above Holmes' head, feeling unspeakably nervous in her heart.

It seems that she has not cared about this special feature of herself for a long time.Almost almost forgotten, this ubiquitous digital urging.

It seems to be constantly reminding her, hurry up, and hurry up.You have to know that there is a countdown behind everyone.Not as much time as expected.

Today, seeing the sudden drop in the number above Darren's head, Anne couldn't help feeling worried.

Annie walked up to Holmes and gently embraced the man's head.

Holmes, who was still full of anger, was suddenly treated so tenderly by Anne.When her hair was gently stroked, she was still a little overwhelmed.

"Ann, Annie?" He hesitated for a moment and asked.

Annie rubbed his head lightly, her gaze fell on his unique question mark.This unknown feeling made Annie even more worried.

Could it be that, somewhere she didn't know, Holmes would face a sudden decline like Darren's.And she didn't even know that such a terrible thing happened, let alone how to avoid it.

Thinking of this, Annie couldn't help feeling more and more flustered.

Holmes noticed Anne's anomaly immediately, and couldn't care less about his petty emotions.He quickly stood up, put his hands on Annie's shoulders, frowned slightly, with worry in his eyes.

"What's the matter, Anne?" he asked.

Annie also couldn't tell where this inexplicable panic came from in her heart, but she just hugged Holmes' waist tightly, as if she was grabbing this person.

It seemed that this could make the countdown on everyone's head even slower on Holmes.

Holmes blinked, feeling a little bewildered.He didn't know how to comfort Annie, so he could only tentatively hide and pat Annie's back lightly.

"Don't be afraid," he said.

Surrounded by the warmth of Sherlock Holmes, this kind of faint warmth unconsciously wiped away the panic in Anne's heart bit by bit.

Annie realized her situation belatedly, and lowered her head in embarrassment.

He was so flustered for a moment that he plunged into Holmes' arms?Annie closed her eyes in embarrassment, and said in her heart, Annie, Annie, do you think you are Rebecca?Doing so is too childish!

Anne tentatively pushed Holmes lightly.I want to get out of his arms, stand up straight, and pretend that nothing happened.

However, all these plans were cut off by Holmes at the first step.

"Could you tell me what happened?" asked Holmes.

Annie looked at him and opened her mouth, but she didn't know where to start.

Fortunately, Holmes let her go easily.Instead, another question was asked: "Darren, who is it?"

Annie was a little puzzled: "Darren? My agent..."

Holmes shook his head: "I always feel that his attitude towards you is a bit strange."

Holmes stared slightly, looking at the place where Darren was sitting just now.

Why does the pattern on that package always feel so familiar.But I can't remember where I saw it.

But where exactly is it? With Holmes' memory ability, he turned his head and thought for a long time, but there was no real result.This made him feel a little nervous.

Darren, who is it?