Countdown all over the world

Under the sun, the canvas is spread out.Heavy or light paints are applied on it, layer by layer connected end to end, gradually rendering a world.

Annie sat by the window, smiling slightly, and described little by little.

She had already prepared the works for the oil painting exhibition.It was an idyllic picture of autumn, and the warm tones under the sun sprinkled the harvested land.The golden yellow of the wheat waves reflects the blue of the sky.There are also a few brown strokes lightly drawn in the distance, which are the mountain peaks that can be seen as far as the eye can see.

Both Rebecca and Mrs. Hudson had seen it, and for a moment were infected by the warmth of the painting.Involuntarily, a smile appeared on his face.

but……

The paintbrush in Annie's hand was gently rinsed in the pen container, and dipped in a darker paint.

However, Annie suddenly had a new inspiration from the exciting scene a few days ago.Therefore, in the early morning of this morning, I set up a posture with great fanfare and prepared to describe it well.

"What is Sister Annie drawing?"

At the door, the half-open door was secretly pushed open a small crack, and a small head popped out, bit by bit.He tried his best to look in Annie's direction, but his appearance was extremely curious.

This was what Mrs. Hudson saw when she came out of the kitchen.

Little Rebecca wore the dress she had just changed, pouted her little butt, and poked her head to look into Anne's room.With that urgent little look, it seems that he can't wait to go in a little more.

To be honest, Mrs. Hudson looked at Rebecca's appearance and was a little worried that she might accidentally fall into it.

"Come here, Rebecca," she called, "Don't disturb your sister Anne."

Rebecca was stretching her neck to see, when she heard Grandma Hudson's voice behind her, she stood up reluctantly.He obediently closed Annie's door and walked to Mrs. Hudson.

"Not happy yet!" Mrs. Hudson smiled and nodded Rebecca's little nose, "Look at this pout, it's almost ready to hang clothes."

Hearing this, Rebecca quickly covered her mouth, and looked at Mrs. Hudson very anxiously: "Don't hang your clothes on Rebecca's mouth, you can't hang it if you can't hang it."

The voice of the baby is childish, and it is extremely urgent.Like, say it a second late, Mrs. Hudson could actually get two dresses out of nowhere and hang them on Rebecca's little mouth.

Mrs. Hudson was so adorable that she couldn't help but rubbed Rebecca's little face, paused, and squeezed again.

"Tell me, why are you so cute!" Mrs. Hudson shook her head helplessly.

She couldn't imagine that someone would be willing to send her back after adopting Rebecca.This child, just take a look at her pair of eyes, with such clear eyes, how can anyone harden their hearts?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Hudson's smile froze suddenly.She glanced at Rebecca with some concern, remembering why the other party would give up raising Rebecca.

Yes, under normal circumstances, who would be willing to leave such a cute baby?

However, there are genetic diseases that are difficult to cure, and it is difficult for ordinary people to afford.If it weren't for the high prices Anne's paintings sold a few days ago, it would not be an easy task to pay for Rebecca's daily medical expenses.

Rebecca keenly noticed the change in Mrs. Hudson's mood. She put down her two little hands covering her mouth and gently shook Mrs. Hudson's sleeve.After seeing her looking at him, she showed a big smile again.

"Grandma Hudson is not sad," she said, though she had no idea why Mrs. Hudson was suddenly depressed.

Rebecca felt that she had to treat Grandma Hudson well.If she is unhappy, Rebecca must make her happy!

Mrs. Hudson lowered her head and looked at the sleeves held by her little hands, feeling her heart soften like a puddle of water.She put down the things in her hands, squatted down, and held Rebecca in her arms.

The small body is full of milk fragrance, the flesh is rolling, and it is very cute.

Mrs. Hudson patted Rebecca's little back, then kissed her little cheek: "Do you want to go out and play?"

Rebecca was in Mrs. Hudson's arms, surprised by the good news.She nodded seriously: "I think about it, I think about it."

She also wanted to see the white pigeons in the church square yesterday.The pigeons there are very cute.As soon as he raised his hand, he flew up with a wave of brain.Very beautiful.

"Okay, then let's pack up and get ready to go," said Mrs. Hudson.

As soon as Anne put down her paintbrush and just went out to make herself a cup of tea, she saw little Rebecca smiling like a flower.

She walked over curiously and rubbed Rebecca's face: "What's wrong? So happy."

Rebecca's face was pinched, her mouth was pouted, and she said in a childish voice: "Ha Wu Sennini wants to take Wochu to play..."

Anne pinched them so badly that they couldn't speak clearly.

Annie secretly glanced at Mrs. Hudson not far away, and withdrew her hand like a thief.Looking at little Rebecca in a skirt, I felt itchy again.

While Mrs. Hudson didn't come over, she rubbed her hard again.

While playing with the hem of her clothes, Rebecca was rubbed.With a pair of big eyes open, she looked at Annie very ignorantly.

Annie swallowed, and nodded her nose pretending to be calm: "Go. It's fun."

"Hmm!" Rebecca replied seriously.

At this moment Mrs. Hudson entered.He still had Rebecca's satchel.Inside, all the things Rebecca needs to travel are brought.

Even small cups and snacks are prepared.

"Mrs. Hudson, are you going out?" Anne said.

Mrs. Hudson nodded.

Anne replied: "Sherlock and I are going to visit McCoff today, and we may come back later."

Mrs. Hudson took little Rebecca out of Anne's arms, and replied very casually: "Well, then, Rebecca and I will have dinner outside and come back."

Annie looked at Rebecca's little face and had to admit it.At this time, I am afraid that the status of 221B Baker Street is a problem.Both she and Holmes should come after little Rebecca.

The Forgotten Watson: ...

Portulier's stolen oil painting, it is not clear how many shares the other party divided.According to the first scroll in their hands, there should probably be as many as five or six scrolls.

In the words of Holmes, that is—since I took the case for that Mycroft, he always wanted to make up for the time I wasted.

The name of Moriarty is not unfamiliar to McCoff.In fact, for an outstanding criminal like him, Mycroft and the others all have data and surveillance.

This is also what Holmes wants to get from this visit.

"Is Mycroft still in his room at this time?" Anne asked.

She looked at an exquisite house in front of her, and looked at the sun with some doubts.At this time, hasn't Mycroft gone to work yet?

Holmes raised his hand and smoothed the broken hair around Annie's ear before he said, "Of course. Otherwise, how do you think he got his belly?"

Holmes' eyes rested on the rug at the door of the Mycroft's house, and wandered for a moment over the doorknob.

"Besides, you have to pay attention to the dust." Holmes said, pointing to the ground in front of them.

Annie wondered: "Dust?"

Holmes nodded: "Yes, dust is the most reliable partner in clues. No matter what else, it is possible to disguise. Only dust..."

"Dust is the most real embodiment." Mycroft's voice appeared in front of the two of them.

Holmes glanced at him, but said nothing.

Mycroft nodded at Anne and greeted her very friendly.But when his eyes fell on Holmes, he felt a bit disgusted.

"Xiali, I thought you were seeing the ruts at my door, that's enough to judge the fact that I haven't set off yet." Mycroft said mercilessly.

Holmes smiled. "As a matter of fact, it is quite obvious. Just as I saw that you ate the brioche yesterday."

Annie pursed her lips and smiled, she was very used to watching the Holmes brothers fight each other every day.

McCoff coughed and explained with some embarrassment: "I only ate one."

After finishing speaking, he also took away his own belly.

Holmes glanced at him up and down, and said casually, "Yes, but you ate an extra pudding."

McCoff paused, and stepped aside to open the door.He signaled the two to go in.

"So, what do you want?" Mycroft asked.

A look of extreme urgency to end this visit.

Holmes stood in the middle of the room and did not sit down.It is also completely ready to do business.Annie looked at him and felt that Holmes wanted to leave even after asking for the materials, and didn't want to stay for a second.

No matter how many times she watched the turbulent scenes between Holmes, Anne didn't feel bored at all.

In fact, every time I watch it, I feel that there is something new and exciting.After all, it's not every day that two men with outstanding IQs confront each other.

Holmes glanced at Mycroft: "I think you should already know about the first oil painting."

Mycroft nodded: "According to Moriarty's method, there are probably four or five times. Tell me, what do you want?"

Holmes turned his head: "Moriarty's information."

"This cannot be given to you." Mycroft shook his head very bluntly, "This is a confidential document."

Holmes closed his eyes and was silent for a while: "Then you can continue on your own. Annie and I are going back."

Obviously, if you don't give me the information, you will simply stop working.

Mycroft was amazed by Holmes's rogue appearance.

He opened his mouth, but didn't speak for a while.

When Holmes was about to reach the door, Mycroft sighed helplessly as if surrendering.

"and many more."