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All the information Erin gave, was this grit.

Annie glanced at Holmes, silently brought a blank piece of paper, and held it in her hand.Sherlock Holmes couldn't help laughing secretly at his well-behaved appearance.

Without showing his face, he poured out the gravel with a steady hand and placed it on the white paper prepared by Annie.

Dagger, there is no other mystery.

The paper with gravel was placed on the table, and Anne and Holmes squatted down to observe carefully.

"Speaking of which, how do you know the mechanism on the dagger?" asked Holmes.

Annie glanced at him, and actually brought a bit of coquettish taste: "When you held the dagger, you should have noticed that its weight is not equal?"

Holmes did not lie, and nodded.

Annie sighed: "To be honest, if I hadn't seen this in the exhibition before, I'm afraid I'd have to observe it for a while."

Anne looked at Holmes with a little sadness in her eyes.It looks like I'm so stupid, will you despise me?It made Holmes itch.

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Annie's hair: "That's pretty smart."

It is not easy to get a compliment from Holmes.If Watson knew about this, he would probably be too jealous.

Annie rolled her eyes with a smile, looked at Holmes sweetly, and rubbed his palm very affectionately.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Annie said.

Annie's playful appearance was like the soft touch of her hair in the palm of her hand. Holmes felt as if it had brushed his heart twice.Otherwise, how to explain the increasingly uncontrollable warmth and smile in his heart.

Holmes looked at Anne with tenderness and warmth that he unconsciously expressed in his eyes.This is the look in Holmes' eyes that never appeared before.

Neither Inspector Lestrade nor Holmes Mycroft had ever received such a gentle and peaceful gaze.Even Watson, the friend that Holmes recognized, only occasionally got the look of reluctant admiration from Mr. Detective, which surprised Watson at that time.

Anne looked into Holmes' eyes like two calm pools of water.Deep, but divine.Inside, Anne only saw two small herself.

For a moment, she couldn't help but drown in Holmes' gaze.

"I've prepared two orders..." Mrs. Hudson came in suddenly.

Annie was startled by the sound, and turned her head in a panic belatedly.

Holmes pursed his lips, and turned his head to look at Mrs. Hudson with some displeasure.

Mrs. Hudson stood there with a tray of snacks in her hand, somewhat at a loss.She opened her mouth, and after a moment of stuttering, she stammered, "I mean, I have prepared two snacks."

Then, she lowered her voice, and tentatively whispered: "I, isn't the time for me to come in not very good?"

Annie turned her head sideways and remained silent.Thinking, just now, he was staring at Holmes in a daze.Not even Mrs. Hudson's footsteps were noticed.Thinking of this made me feel very ashamed.

Holmes sighed, and looked at Mrs. Hudson standing aside.Standing up helplessly, she took the things in her hand: "Okay, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the door with obvious meaning.

Mrs. Hudson was not in the least offended, not offended.She even looked at Holmes and Annie very excitedly, her eyes were about to shine.

Holmes shook his head helplessly.He found that since Mrs. Hudson had Rebecca, she seemed to have a lot of old mothers in her mind.

When I look at Watson and Mary, myself and Anne, I am always so excited.

"Well, the feeling of this gravel is very special." Annie said.

Holmes paused, then turned his head to look at the calm Anne, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

Annie, who had already adjusted, took the snack from Holmes very quickly.Gently picked up a small biscuit, put it in his mouth, and chewed.

The sweet taste spreads in the mouth, and the taste buds enjoy it in this sweet but not greasy taste.

"It's delicious. Would you like to try it too?" Annie asked.

Holmes wrinkled his nose and looked at the biscuit in Anne's hand.He originally wanted to reject it, he has always disliked this kind of sweet taste.

but……

Holmes paused for a moment in Annie's expectant eyes.He took a few deep breaths, as if he was doing mental construction.

Holmes looked at the biscuit in Anne's hand, and with the air of a strong man breaking his wrist, he stepped forward and bit the biscuit.

His lips were about to leave Annie's fingertips.Soft and warm.

"Is it delicious?" Annie asked with a smile.

The familiar sweet smell made Holmes instinctively want to frown.However, he looked at Annie's smiling eyebrows.In a trance, this is the first time I feel some deliciousness in this sweetness.

Sweet, like his Annie.

Holmes thought so.The sweetness of the biscuits spread between his lips and tongue.For the first time Holmes made no comment on Mrs. Hudson's biscuits.

"Very well," he said, keeping his eyes on Anne's face.

Annie smiled, and put Holmes' plate in his hand: "Then eat and watch while you're at it!"

After finishing speaking, he concentrated on looking at the gravel and took notes in his hand.Not at all, it meant to continue feeding Holmes.

Holmes, who was waiting, held a plate of biscuits in his hand in a daze.

What is going on with this feeling of being suddenly abandoned?

Holmes shook his head slightly, as if trying to shake off such absurd thoughts.

"Such gravel, with a characteristic reddish-brown tinge of sticky brick-earth," said Holmes, placing a grain of gravel on his fingertips and rubbing it gently.

"It's not very sticky, there should be no sticky soil."

Annie nodded: "So, is the place we need to look for limited to this city?"

Holmes frowned, looked at the map on the other wall, and thought carefully.

Annie stood beside him, holding the dagger that had just been put down, and gently playing with it.

Suddenly, her gaze fell on a small corner at the base of the dagger, and she paused.As if in disbelief, she moved closer and observed carefully with a magnifying glass.

"Wait, Sherlock." She said, "This dagger seems to be the original one in the exhibition."

It can't be blamed on Annie for not thinking, who would carelessly give away an antique-like treasure as a reminder of the start of the game!

Of course, Anne sighed.When all this has something to do with Moriarty, it obviously cannot be judged by common sense.

After all, that is a person who will be so reckless that he will burn a lot of wealth.

Holmes turned his head and looked at the small engraving on the bottom of the dagger with Anne's hand: "It is the real thing."

"So, those who meet these conditions..." Annie's eyes fell on one place.

Holmes nodded.

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Motur Racecourse."

This place, apart from being equally sparsely populated, is not at all similar to the abandoned factory last time.

In terms of terrain, it can be said that there is a flat river around.There are no shortcuts.

Holmes put his hand on this spot on the map and stroked it lightly.There was a hint of sadness in his brows and eyes.

"Moriarty, he won't want other people to disturb his game." Annie said, "He won't allow you to ask for foreign aid."

In other words, neither Inspector Lestrade nor McCoff's subordinates could participate this time.

Holmes clasped his hands together and placed them to his lips.He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time.

"Pretend," he said.

Annie was observing the traffic around the racecourse, but she couldn't react to what Holmes said for a while.

"You don't know how to prepare, just mix in like this?"

Holmes nodded very calmly: "Yes."

……

Motul Racecourse, the night is low.

Erin was wearing a long dress and riding a horse.The autumn wind blew, and the skirt was blown up a bit.Quite a bit of the momentum of the sons and daughters of grassland racers.

Mr. Adler was not with her.

In fact, after being beaten up by Annie last time, not to mention Moriarty, even Irene couldn't help but look at him with disgust.

After all, Annie's figure is not burly, she looks like a small and well-behaved girl.As far as Irene knew, she hadn't been trained to do so.

That is to say, Mr. Adler was beaten black and blue by an unarmed woman.There is nothing to fight back, it is indeed a shameful thing.

"Ms. Adler." A man came over and took off his hat.

Irene looked at him and nodded: "When you're ready, let's go!"

The man responded, turned around and prepared to call people to leave.

"Wait." Erin called to him.

The man turned his head respectfully: "What is it?"

Irene smiled sweetly, and gently swung the horse's head to get closer to the man.The woman's fragrance, with absolute aggression, rushed all over the man's face in an instant.Let him open his eyes wide for a while, but he doesn't know what to do to react.

The horse neighed softly, not far above the man's head.He was a little stiff, but it prevented Irene from moving.

Irene bent down and got a little closer to the man.He exhaled like blue, and laughed a few times.

"Why, call me Ms. Adler?" She took off the ring on her finger and twirled it on her fingertip.

The man lowered his head, avoiding Irene's breath.

He swallowed, his ears turned red, "Yes, Mr. Moriarty ordered it."

"He said that it won't take long for the left and right to remember the new surname. Why don't you just call you Ms. Adler."