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As Mycroft said, this is a classified document.

Moriarty's power wasn't built overnight, and when McCoff put Twilight on this man, they had already missed the best time to suppress him.

"We can only pay attention to him." McCoff said.

He sighed helplessly, and sat down somewhat dejectedly.He blew on the hot tea in his hand and took a sip.

Annie looked at him with some doubts: "So, you have been aware of Moriarty's plan for such a long time?"

But did nothing?

Anne's unfinished words are very obvious.This made Mycroft's face look a little bad, he obviously didn't want to think about the past dealing with Moriarty.That is simply too frustrating.

"He seems to act arrogantly, but in fact he is very careful." Mycroft put his fingers on the table and tapped twice unconsciously, "We have been following him for a long time, even my people It took a lot of energy to follow him."

"However, there is no evidence whatsoever."

Without proof, naturally, much further processing cannot be initiated.

This is also the helpless predicament that keeps McCaughey's hands tied to Moriarty's affairs.

"However, you are different." Mycroft looked at Holmes, "Moriarty wanted to play this game with you, and it was his deadliest mistake."

Holmes pursed his lips: "It's not that you have no way to deal with him, but you need a reasonable reason."

Annie looked at Holmes, and then turned her gaze to Mycroft: "So, Sherlock and I can give you this reason."

Mycroft's eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the pattern on the ground with some relief.

After a while, he nodded.

Holmes stood up angrily, his chest heaving violently due to the rapid breathing.

He pointed at Mycroft's nose, regardless of the gentleman's social status, and said mercilessly: "You knew about it when Watson was taken away and Anne was tracked down. But because The so-called restraint of your hands means that you didn't do anything!"

Out of anger, Holmes could not help raising his voice.

Annie was a little surprised by Holmes' sudden gaffe. She stood up and came to Holmes' side.She patted him on the back lightly, comforting him in a low voice.

The warmth of Annie's hand on Holmes' back made his anger stop.As if giving up, Holmes took an envelope from Mycroft's desk.

"One last time. Mycroft, this is the last time I will help you," said Holmes.

Annie's eyes flashed.

Holmes turned around and took her hand: "Let's go."

"I'm sorry, Xiali." Mycroft said, his eyes fell on the hands of Anne and Holmes. "I'm also very happy that you can find a girl like Anne. I wish you all..."

Mycroft's slumped tone didn't slow down Holmes' pace even a little bit.

He strode forward, took Anne's hand and left the Mycroft mansion.

After such an argument, Holmes blushed a little.There was still a little anger in his eyes.Even the words to the carriage driver were not polite.

"Baker Street," he said.

Annie sat beside him and patted him lightly: "Relax, don't be angry anymore."

Holmes turned his head the other way, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

"I helped him for the last time, please be patient." Annie said.

The coachman came out to work early in the morning, and seeing such an interesting scene, he couldn't help showing interest in his eyes.He turned his head and glanced at the angry Holmes.

"What are you looking at?" Holmes said angrily, causing the coachman to turn back quickly and watch the road with peace of mind.

Carrying an angry guest, the coachman could not wait to put him down sooner.Raise the whip all the way to make the horse run fast.

However, he still couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "In such a hurry, you still use a carriage? Why don't you just use that kind of thing that eats fuel, shouldn't it be faster!"

This kind of car, it is heard that when it walks, what if it is at a different speed!Many people have to complain a few words after riding in his car these days.

Recently, the driver whose business has been greatly affected by the new type of vehicle feels a little angry.

Fortunately, however, the journey went smoothly, and Baker Street arrived soon.

"Here we are," he said.

Without saying a word, Holmes got out of the car with the envelope and walked straight to the door of 221B.Opened the door and walked in.

Annie smiled helplessly, and took out three silver coins and put them in the driver's hand.

"It doesn't need to be so much." The coachman hastily pushed and refused.

Annie shook her head and got out of the car: "Take it, he just had a quarrel and is in a bad mood."

Hearing this, the coachman looked at her, feeling very helpless.Nodding his head, he swung his whip and left.

Annie stood outside the door with her hand on the doorknob, but the hand that pushed the door paused.She turned her head, looked at the people on the street as if unintentionally, and then walked in with a sigh.

"Your wig."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Holmes who had already changed his clothes.

Annie nodded and took it: "There are two guards on the street, where do we go out from?"

Holmes pinched his false nose, pointed to a window at the corner of the stairs on the second floor: "There."

Annie understood, turned around, and signaled Holmes to help her with the wig: "Speaking of which, there would be problems with Mycroft. I really didn't expect it."

Holmes sighed, and straightened the wig around Annie's neck with his hands: "Obviously, the current situation is more complicated."

So, that's all they can do.

"Come on, I will support you." Holmes stood by the window and held out his hand to Anne.

Annie looked at the height of the window with a smile, and slightly raised her eyebrows at Holmes: "You look down on me?"

After speaking, he gave a light support and jumped out.

Holmes poked his head out of the window and looked at Annie who landed lightly on the ground with a smile in his eyes.He shook his head slightly, thinking in his heart, how could he underestimate you.

Behind Baker Street, the two walked through the narrow gaps in the building, wiped the walls casually, and got some dust on their bodies and faces.

Annie turned her head to look at the disheveled Holmes, and couldn't help but smile: "You should really see what you look like now."

After finishing speaking, she looked up at the sky: "Oh, no. When you look at me, you should be able to imagine how disheartened she looks."

Unexpectedly, Holmes looked at Anne very obediently.With deep eyes, he looked straight at her.The burning eyes made Annie feel a little uncomfortable.

"I think I should look pretty now, too," began Holmes.

Caught off guard, he was teased by Holmes' straight ball.There were two blushes on Annie's cheeks, and she blinked, a little embarrassed.

"Let's go." Annie said, she just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

As early as when the two left, Mycroft had already gone to the agreed place in disguise.

He stood extremely bored in the corner of the market, sniffing his clothes with some disgust.To be honest, even now he still doesn't like Holmes's disguised plan very much.

God knows where Xiali got so many homeless clothes.

Mycroft wrinkled his nose and sat on the street corner bored.

Not long after, two familiar figures appeared in his eyes.Mycroft stood up, raised his hands, and was about to straighten his collar.But when he dropped his hands, he only grabbed the scarf around his neck indiscriminately.That's when I remembered this outfit.

"Not bad!" Holmes smiled and patted Mycroft's shoulder. "I just said, this suit is definitely suitable for you."

Mycroft glanced at Holmes unhappily: "Charlie, if you still give me a homeless man's clothes this Christmas..."

The unfinished threat in the words was swallowed by him.

Mycroft keenly saw the few people behind Holmes and looked over curiously.

He was secretly displeased in his heart, but on the face he bent his body helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.He looked like a down-and-out tramp, even leaning against the wall in an extremely unkempt manner.

Holmes looked at Mycroft's helpless look, and secretly smiled.But she still cooperated with him, hooked his shoulder, and shook her bag with a hole in it.

Several people in the market looked back one after another.

After all, there are still people waiting in front of their booth.When a few homeless people get together, what fun can there be?

"News." Holmes said very concisely.

McCoff glanced at him before turning his gaze to Annie: "How much do you really know about the people behind Portulier?"

Annie frowned: "I heard that the real supporters behind that house seem to be quite powerful."

"I only know that it seems to be someone named Saen Ritter or something. Sain Te? Or Sain or something..." Annie said.

Mycroft moved closer and said in a low voice, "Sainmut."

People in this family are quite fond of art.It can be said without humility that there are countless great artists who came out of their family or received their favor.

"The original artist of the stolen oil painting received the favor of the eldest son of the Seinmut family and gave this painting to their family."

However, I don't know when, this painting came out, and I don't know how many collections it has been through.

"So, what has he to do with Moriarty?" asked Holmes.

Mycroft put an old package in Holmes's arms: "I heard that they have met a lot recently."

This is exactly what makes them restless.

A prestigious family, plus Moriarty.

Even Mycroft would be worried.