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When she returned to Baker Street, Anne's eyes were still solemn.

The Sainmut family, she frowned, Sainmut...

"Wait." Holmes suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled out the key from the door, and put it gently in Anne's handbag.The soft key suddenly fell into it.It's just that the light, almost inaudible weight fell quietly into her hands like this.

Annie was immersed in her own thoughts when she was suddenly stopped and trembled all over.She looked completely taken aback.

Holmes held her hand, gently pulled her away a few steps, and left from the door.

"What happened?" Annie asked.

She watched Holmeston get down, took out a small lens like a magnifying glass from his pocket, and lay down on the ground to observe carefully.

Annie frowned: "Has anyone been here?"

Holmes stood up and shook his head slightly: "No, it should be said that it is still inside."

Annie swallowed her saliva, and her breathing couldn't help but speed up a bit.She stepped forward and held Holmes back, with worried eyes, "Mrs. Hudson said this morning that she and Rebecca would be back in the afternoon."

There should be no one in the house right now.

Holmes blinked, and took Anne's hand to make her stand behind him.Only then did he put the key in the hole and turn it slightly to open the door.

At that moment, Annie's heart was almost in her throat.

Just as Holmes was walking quietly in front of Annie, looking around with extreme caution, there was a sudden noise from the kitchen.

Anne and Holmes looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Holmes strode out of the kitchen, while Anne picked up the long umbrella placed at the door and followed behind, step by step very carefully.Walking slowly, followed Holmes.Very well-behaved.

"Oh, Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson's voice sounded suddenly, which surprised both of them.

Annie watched Mrs. Hudson come out of the kitchen with a tea tray, her eyes revealed helplessness: "Mrs. Hudson, didn't you say you will come back at night? Sherlock and I thought the house was broken into... ..."

Thanks to her being so careful just now, she was so nervous that she could almost hear her own heartbeat clearly in the silence.

Mrs. Hudson blinked innocently: "Yes, Rebecca and I originally planned this way. But on the way, I ran into your friend who happened to be visiting you, so I and Rebecca Ka is back first."

friend?Annie was a little puzzled.

She glanced at Holmes and asked tentatively, "Who is it? Darren?"

Mrs. Hudson nodded with a smile: "You know he's coming, why don't you tell me in advance."

With that said, Mrs. Hudson beckoned the two to go upstairs quickly.She and Darren had been looking at each other for quite a while, and if Rebecca hadn't been coquettish inside, the two of them would have sat silently facing each other, which couldn't have been more embarrassing.

"Darren is here for that art exhibition?" Anne asked in a low voice, looking at Holmes.

Mr. Detective, on the other hand, instinctively became vigilant after hearing Darren's name.He approached Annie without any trace, put his hand on her shoulder, and gently embraced her.

"I don't know, just go and have a look." Holmes said.

When Anne came in, Rebecca was still lying in Darren's arms, smiling.She remembered that this big brother came to the orphanage many times when she was still in the orphanage.

Rebecca's favorite doll was given by this brother Darren.

Annie smiled and waved to Rebecca: "Rebecca, come quickly."

Rebecca looked at Darren with some reluctance, and then at Sister Anne who was waiting for her with open arms.It seemed that after thinking very seriously for a while, he stood up and ran to Annie to hug her.

Annie rubbed Rebecca's little face, knelt down and said in a low voice: "Rebecca, you don't know Darren, how can you lie in someone's arms like this. You are a little girl, you know? You can't do this .”

Rebecca was a little aggrieved, she blinked, and bit her finger.Want to explain, but don't know how to say.

"But, but Rebecca knows brother Darren..." she whispered.

Darren smiled slightly and stood up.Looking at Annie, the eyes were full of tenderness: "I have been to the orphanage a few times before, and I met Rebecca at that time."

"Really?" Annie froze for a moment before she nodded.Looking at Rebecca, rubbing her little head, "Little ghost."

Rebecca made a naughty face and ran out of the room to play with Mrs. Hudson outside.

Annie looked at Rebecca's bouncing back with a smile, and couldn't help feeling warm in her heart.

There is such a magical charm in little Rebecca.It's like no matter how annoying things are, seeing the little girl's happy face will almost dissipate.

After a while, she turned her head and looked at Darren: "What's the matter?"

Holmes sat aside, watching Darren and Annie quietly.

Darren said, "I told you about the exhibition before."

Annie nodded: "Oh, I remembered. Wait a minute, I'm ready."

After finishing speaking, Annie turned around and went to the inner room, preparing to take out the oil painting that had just been mounted.

For a while, there were only two men sitting opposite each other in the house.

Darren didn't want to be in the same room with Holmes, he stood up, walked a few steps, and was about to follow Annie to the door of the inner room to wait.

"Darren." Holmes suddenly stopped him.

Darren turned his head and looked at Holmes indifferently.

Mr. Detective stood up, put his pipe aside, and approached Darren slowly.He looked Darren up and down, and then said softly: "I know what you think, but it's useless, just give up?"

Darren sneered as if he heard something funny, then looked at Holmes and said, "What do you know?"

Holmes pursed his lips and looked at Darren's clothes and shoes.

"You don't live in the city these days, which is enough to see from the mud on the soles of your shoes. However, you can come to Baker Street every day just to see Annie."

Holmes paused: "Maybe I didn't say it, even if you are in disguise. But as long as you appear on Baker Street, I can know everything here."

Darren paused.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth: "What do you want to say?"

Holmes smiled, but said nothing.Just looking behind Darren, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Darren's breath was held in his heart, and he couldn't go up or down.He glanced at Holmes bitterly, and took a few deep breaths to calm down his emotions.

"That's it," said Anne.

In her hand was a painting she had just finished early in the morning.

Even Holmes, who had no interest in oil painting, couldn't help but see his eyes light up.

What kind of painting is that!

Under the cool-toned storm, the raging sea water turned up waves as high as mountains.Turn one of the boats to an angle that is almost upright.Like a flat boat, drifting alone in the vast ocean.However, in the corner of the picture, there is a warm tone in the foreground.That's home on the coast.

The child's face was filled with a happy smile, and he was still holding a small paddle in his hand, as if looking forward to going into the sea.

In the distance, the wind and waves of the deep sea did not reach here.

And the kids don't know what's going on there.

Darren looked at Anne's painting, and was a little dazed for a while.

He was startled for a while before asking, "Annie, is this different from your usual style?"

In fact, he put it mildly.Not only is it different, it is almost completely different.

However, Darren had to admit that he was shocked the first moment he saw this picture.This will be a controversial painting, and it will be the highlight of this exhibition.

Darren took Anne's work, stroked its frame a few times, and then looked up at Anne: "Remember to participate in the exhibition."

Annie nodded.

Darren pursed his lips, wanting to stay a little longer, but he was concerned about Holmes beside him.He paused before getting up to say goodbye.

"I'll see you off," Holmes said suddenly, "help you move down."

Darren looked at Holmes, thought for a while, and then nodded.

The paintings are not large in length, and Darren is definitely not the so-called frail scholar.When he was outside Baker Street, he turned around and looked at Holmes: "What do you want to say?"

Holmes smiled: "I thought you would guess?"

Darren's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little. He pretended to be calm and said, "You think that Annie will trust you if you tell me?"

He took a step forward: "Do you know how many years I have worked with Annie? You just appeared and took up very little time in her life."

Darren picked up a small pebble from the ground and put it in front of Holmes: "See it? It's as small as this pebble. You haven't appeared in Anne for so many years."

Holmes was not moved at all, and said flatly: "But her future time is mine."

Darren's face froze, and his eyes showed a bit of depression.He paused before letting go.The stone rolled from his fingers, fell to the ground and rolled a few times, and he didn't know where it went.

"You liked her," said Holmes, "but you never spoke of it."

Darren opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Holmes said with a smile: "No matter what you have to hide, since you have never said it, you should be straightforward and don't let it bother her."

Darren closed his eyes and was silent for a long time.

Holmes' turning away did not attract any of his attention.

After a while, Darren looked at the window of Anne's room on the second floor.The affection in the eyes gush out uncontrollably.

The author has something to say: Stupid pudding thought the time was set

Put the manuscript in the box and leave.

Woooooo, it's a little late, please don't be angry~