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When Holmes returned to the room, Anne was still bowing her head in thought.The package that McCoff handed over to the two was placed on her lap.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Annie looked up at Holmes: "Do you and him have any little secrets?"

Holmes paused at the door before closing it.

"It's nothing." He said, his tone so calm that he didn't even think of it.

Facing Anne's smiling eyes, Holmes slowly approached her.He put his hand gently on Annie's face and looked at her intently.

The touch on her cheek made Annie a little ashamed.

She smiled embarrassedly, her eyes dodged slightly: "What's wrong?"

Holmes blinked and withdrew his hand.Smiling and shaking his head: "It's okay."

For a while, the atmosphere was a little subtle.

Annie cleared her throat, and changed the subject simply: "Speaking of which, the information given by McCoff is indeed complete. I think there will be many things in it that will surprise you."

Holmes looked at Anne's profile, as if he was looking at his own treasure.And he is like a giant dragon guarding the baby.Put this pearl under your body and protect it with your armor.

Don't let outsiders get close to even a tiny bit.

"Sherlock?" Annie waved her hand in front of him, "Are you listening?"

Holmes blinked his eyes, and his thoughts escaped from his own thoughts.His eyes fell on the documents in Anne's hands, and he thought for a while: "Of course."

He took the information in Anne's hand and flipped through the pages.

Annie sat aside, gently adjusted her skirt, and patiently waited for him to finish reading.

After a while, Holmes paused with his flipping hand on a certain page.Annie glanced over her head and nodded, "Surprised, Moriarty actually owns a factory that produces ships. This isn't over yet, keep reading."

As she spoke, Anne clicked on another report beside her, and placed it next to Holmes' hand.

There is a lot of information provided by Mycroft, some of which are well-known, and some of which Holmes has deduced.However, there are more than they have imagined before.

"How?" Annie curled her lips, looking at Holmes who had just finished reading, "Admiration! He has dabbled in so many industries."

Holmes nodded silently: "This is more troublesome than I imagined."

When Annie watched it for the first time, she couldn't even believe her eyes.It was only after reading it twice that I absorbed all the information.

"Who would have thought that he was behind so many cases in just a few years?" Annie shook her head, "Moriarty seems to be looking for some fun."

Anne found a description of one of the cases from the documents.

"The stolen vault, the priceless treasure. It was burned, and only a few ashes were found the next day." Annie sighed.

No desire is just.

This is where Moriarty is at his most dangerous.

No matter what he's doing, what he's planning.No one really knew what he wanted.

"Sherlock." Anne's hand fell gently on Holmes' shoulder.

Holmes turned his head to look at Anne, falling into her worried eyes.This feeling of being completely believed and cared for completely warmed Holmes' heart.

He smiled, put his hand on the back of Annie's hand, and patted gently: "It's okay."

Portulier's theft, the priceless painting split.It was regarded as a so-called reward by Moriarty and became a tool for playing games with Sherlock Holmes.

Although, everyone understood that it was not those paintings that really forced Holmes to cooperate.

However, the threat on McCoff's desk cannot be known to everyone.Otherwise, the panic that will be caused will be incalculable.

"He's playing tricks on me." Holmes smiled nonchalantly, and took the pipe Anne handed over.

After Annie nodded for him, she pursed her lips: "Just this one time, let's relax for a while."

Since meeting Anne, Holmes, who seldom uses a pipe, is really pleasantly surprised.You know, after Rebecca moved in, even Holmes himself couldn't find out where Anne hid the tobacco.

The girl was still smiling and said, "While protecting Rebecca, we must also protect Holmes' health."

Holmes smiled: "Actually, he didn't cause me any trouble. You don't need to worry."

Annie spread her hands and smiled playfully: "Give me back that pipe."

Holmes quickly protected his pipe: "Don't."

Anne shrugged her shoulders, and watched Holmes go out helplessly, thinking secretly in the open air.

Moriarty...

This name seems to have gradually entangled Holmes from the very beginning.It's like a destined enemy.

In every fairy tale, there are villains and warriors.It's like fate.

Annie sat down and quietly looked at Holmes outside the window.

Anne understood that Holmes never regarded himself as righteous.Even occasionally, I would laugh at Inspector Lestrade's lack of awareness and outdated methods of solving crimes.

However, no matter what Holmes said about himself.When something like this really happened, he would always show up immediately to solve him.

The threat from Mycroft's desk made Holmes leave.And Moriarty, who he didn't want to deal with at all, put on a ring.

And the theft of Portulier is just a superficial gimmick.

As for what Moriarty's next step will be, this is what Anne and Holmes are most concerned about now.

When the postman arrived the next day, Moriarty made a move beyond what Holmes and Anne expected.

Or, to be more specific, a kind regards from Mrs. Irene.

Anne and Holmes were still studying Moriarty's modus operandi when Mrs. Hudson entered with the postman's letter.The two of them who hadn't slept all night, although their eyes were black and blue.Their eyes were still piercing, and they raised their heads to look at the moment Mrs. Hudson opened the door.

This startled Mrs. Hudson.

"My God, Anne!" she said, "you can't sleep up all night too!"

Annie, who was named, was a little embarrassed.She blinked her eyes and lowered her head guiltyly.

Mrs. Hudson put the letter on the table, walked over to Annie, and knocked on Annie's forehead: "On weekdays, your schedule is the best! I still use you as an example, and ask Where's Rebecca!"

In the blink of an eye, two night owls.It was exhausting for Mrs. Hudson.

At this time, she missed Watson who was out and about.

Mrs. Hudson could not help wondering when Watson and Mary would return from their play.If two Sherlock Holmes appeared at 221B Baker Street, it would destroy her nerves.

Annie pursed her lips, and her attitude of admitting her mistake was extremely good: "Just this time! I promise!"

Annie raised a finger and looked at Mrs. Hudson without blinking.That appearance is as innocent as it is innocent, so well-behaved.

Mrs. Hudson glanced at her and sighed helplessly.

"Here is a letter for Holmes." Mrs. Hudson turned her head, took an envelope from the table, and handed it to Holmes.

The moment he touched it, Holmes couldn't help but frown.

His hand caressed the outside of the envelope carefully, pressing it lightly twice from time to time.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Annie raised her guard.

Holmes shook his head, held the envelope up to the sunlight, and frowned slightly.

"It's a knife," he said.

Mrs. Hudson's eyes widened: "My God, how could someone ask the postman to deliver a knife. This is really terrible. If the postman doesn't pay attention, it will hurt someone!"

Annie patted Mrs. Hudson and said comforting words: "It's okay, I guess the postman has arranged it too. It won't hurt him."

Holmes nodded his assent.

"Speaking of which, next time the postman comes, I'll go." Holmes said, looking at the two women beside him, "It's safer."

Mrs. Hudson took a deep breath, as if she still couldn't calm down her nervous emotions.She muttered: "I'll prepare breakfast for you, um, prepare breakfast."

Just turned around and went out the door.

Annie moved closer to Holmes and observed carefully: "Is this from Irene?"

Although there was no signature on the envelope, there was a clear lip print on the back.Speaking of it, it is even more believable than actually writing Irene.

After all, the lip shape couldn't be more similar.

"Changed the color number." Annie even commented with interest.

The envelope was carefully opened.Accompanying that dagger was another note.

"I think you should wait, dear Sherlock."

Annie frowned, picked up the dagger and pondered carefully.She always felt that this dagger looked very familiar.

"Annie?" Holmes was keenly aware of her abnormality, "What's wrong?"

Annie turned the dagger over and over and looked at it several times: "I always feel like I've seen this somewhere before."

As she spoke, she turned the dagger in a circle.His fingers landed on the handle of the knife, and he pressed lightly next to the third pattern.

"Click" sound.

Anne glanced at Holmes, ready to turn over the opened cassette.

"Wait, let me do it," said Holmes. "Be careful not to cut your hand."

As he spoke, he put on special thick gloves.The appearance of being fully armed made Annie smile slightly.

"Don't laugh, what if the blade is poisoned?" Holmes said a little shyly.

Annie shook her head: "It's obviously not, okay! If the poison is quenched, the color of the reflection will be different, which is still very obvious."

Even so, Anne obediently handed the dagger to Holmes.

The cassette was opened, and it was surprisingly empty.

Except, a little grit, nothing else.