Countdown all over the world

It was dark.

This is an extremely romantic lavender field, and the number of lovers and couples who come here every day is beyond imagination.

Watson and the others are no exception.

During the day, under the warm sunshine in the afternoon, that romantic and grand marriage proposal attracted the attention of all couples.

That was Mary's happiest moment.

She was lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Mary simply stood up, went to the table and made herself a cup of tea.Under the moonlight, quietly watching the scenery outside.Her gaze was a little erratic, and the corners of her lips raised unconsciously, revealing her good mood without a doubt.

After an unknown amount of time, there were several knocks on the door.

"Who?" Mary asked.

There was a pause from the voice outside the door, apparently not expecting Mary to respond so quickly.

Watson thought about his fiancée standing on the other side of the door, and his breathing became a little quicker.

"It's me, Mary." Watson said, "I really can't sleep."

Mary got up and went to the door.Gently put his hand on the door panel, and whispered softly: "Me too."

Watson smiled, and he also attached his palm to the door panel.

Two people, each standing on one side of the door.Although the door was not opened, it was a passionate love that ended with courtesy.It was a kind of warmth and happiness that broke into my heart the most.

The Motul Racecourse in another place is a completely different scene.

Under the night, the moonlight is not really bright.As far as the eye could see, it was pitch black.

Of course, except for Irene who was standing there holding an oil lamp, she could still see clearly.

Of course, this is just the situation in the eyes of ordinary people.

Annie looked at the countdown above Irene's head, and it went very peacefully every second.The string of numbers shone with a peaceful light.Let this place be illuminated clearly.

"Sherlock... Holmes." Irene said with a smile.

She licked her lips very charmingly, and looked into Holmes' eyes with a bit of interest.

Irene said, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

The scroll in Holmes' hands was carefully designed by her!Guaranteed, this calm-faced Mr. Detective will be touched.

Anne walked over and stood beside Holmes.

"There's someone hiding behind," she whispered.

When Holmes heard this, his expression turned serious.

In any case, it was hard for Irene to think that the person hiding under the heavy cover could not even hear the sound of breathing.But it will be fully exposed at the first glance of Annie.

Staring at the shining light above his head, the man hiding in the weeds bent his body, waiting for Irene's gesture.You can explode at any time to deal with the two people in front of you.

The man's eyes are bright and his body is full of confidence-they can't find me!

Anne, Holmes:  …

"Why, don't you want to open it and take a look?" Irene smiled, looking at the scroll in Holmes' hand.

Her tone was gentle and gentle, as if she was carrying a small hook.Annie listened, even if she was a woman at the same time, she had to admit her coquettishness.

His whole body trembled at the sound.

"Cold?" Holmes said suddenly, looking at Anne.

So, as Irene just watched, Holmes threw the scroll on the ground.Turning around, she took off her coat and put it on Annie.

Annie, who was a little dazed, supported the coat on her shoulders, still carrying Holmes' body temperature.Although it wasn't actually cold, Annie was reluctant to put the clothes down again.

I am happy in my heart, smiling all over my face.

In the autumn wind, the temperature at night is not high.What's more, this is a horse farm in the suburbs, which adds a bit of chill.

Erin was wearing a sexy long dress, and couldn't help feeling a bit chilly.

Anne knelt down, picked up the scroll and handed it to Holmes.

"Let's go," she said.

Holmes nodded, and gently smoothed Annie's messy hair with his hands.Then he turned and prepared to leave.

"Moriarty sends engagement blessings." Irene suddenly said loudly behind her.

Holmes paused and stood where he was.

Seeing this, Irene smiled a little more on her face: "Mr. Watson's engagement ceremony, Moriarty can't be there. That scroll is his gift."

Holmes looked calm, and he slowly turned his head to look at Irene.

After a while, she took Annie's hand and left this place.

"Stop following." Irene said suddenly.

The man lying in ambush on the side was about to get violent, and when he heard this, he asked a little puzzled, "Just let them go like this?"

Irene glared at him bitterly.

Just now, the eyes of Holmes and Anne stayed in the man's hiding place for a long time.Annie even smiled at herself with an unknown meaning.

How could Irene not know about the exposure.

"You have been found."

Ignoring the unbelievable man, Irene turned around and walked into the cabin.

annie.

This woman made Irene interested.It is a professionally trained person who can see the hiding place of the ambush at a glance.

This is not an easy matter.

Erin narrowed her eyes: "Moriarty, what we know about her may be a hoax."

That Annie, how could she not be like a little girl who was silent, peaceful, and even willing to endure occasional bullying and cold eyes in the orphanage, but would not resist.

In the file that Irene got, there was a paragraph blank.From Annie leaving the orphanage to returning to the city.In the intervening years, even Moriarty hadn't discovered her whereabouts.

"Tell Moriarty, I will go to the Seinmut family's banquet tomorrow."

……

The scroll is not at the Motul racecourse that Irene foretells.

On the contrary, its whereabouts were so simple that even Sherlock Holmes hadn't thought of it.

In the exhibition hall late at night, two people sneaked in.

"It's this showcase." Annie said.

She pointed to a spot in the middle, and said with certainty: "I remember, that dagger was placed here."

Holmes nodded, and he stood where the showcase was.Leaning his back against the front of the showcase, his eyes searched carefully around.

After a while, he stood up.He took two steps to the right and knocked a brick on the ground.Put your ear close again, and tap lightly near the brick

"Empty?" Annie heard the change in her voice.

Holmes smiled, and with a slight force, the brick was picked up.

The small box underneath was exposed in front of the two of them.

"Obviously," said Holmes, laughing.

In the box, lay the scroll quietly.Exactly what Anne and Holmes were looking for.

"Who would have thought that Irene would choose to put things in such an obvious place?" Annie couldn't help but praised a few words, "It's in the underground where people walk every day, and even many people have stepped on this special place. Brick surface, but nothing was found."

Holmes stood up and tapped Annie's head lightly with the scroll in his hand: "Let's go, don't think about it."

Hearing that Annie was praising someone else, even though it was a woman, Holmes still felt uncomfortable.

Obviously, he is the one who finds things out...

The aggrieved Holmes secretly glanced behind Anne several times.Neither got any response.

Holmes slowed down unconsciously, which Anne noticed.She turned around and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Anne's eyes fell on Holmes, making him straighten his back unconsciously.He even purposely placed the scroll in front of his eyes, and played with it lightly.

Annie, who didn't get the result, didn't delve into it. She took Holmes' hand and dragged him out of the exhibition hall.

"Let's go!" Annie said, "It's really late! Tomorrow morning, I have to go to the oil painting exhibition!"

Holmes, who still hadn't been praised, looked at his hand being held by Annie.Her warm and soft fingers were unconsciously held tightly by him in his palm.

This made Holmes couldn't help but put a smile on his face, and he let go of his dissatisfaction when he heard Anne praise others just now.

fine.Holmes thought so.

The Motul exhibition was not too close to Baker Street. Fortunately, the two prepared their carriage and waited outside.

Along the way, it was considered smooth.

"Give this to Mycroft." Holmes said, and handed the scroll to the man posing as a coachman. "Let him take a good look at it. I always feel that there is something wrong with it."

An oil painting appeared too frequently in his life.

Inspector Lestrade, Mycroft, Moriarty, and now the Seinmuts.Either by coincidence or intentionally, they are all involved in this oil painting.

Holmes, on the other hand, did not believe in coincidence.

"Do you think there is a problem?" Annie asked in a low voice.

"It's not a suspicion." Holmes shook his head and pushed open the door of 221B. "There must be something wrong."

It was so late, Mrs. Hudson and Rebecca probably fell asleep long ago.When Annie and Holmes passed the room where they lived, they both lowered their footsteps.

Holmes sent Annie to the door of her room: "Rest early."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to go back to his studio.The sleeve was gently pulled by Annie.

Her hand fell on Holmes' brow, and gently smoothed his frown.The voice was soft: "You should also take a break, and we will deal with it tomorrow."

Holmes nodded helplessly.

Annie instructed: "Don't chew coca leaves twice and you'll stay up all night again!"

Holmes, who was poked in the center, had no choice but to spread his hands: "Don't worry."

Annie nodded with a smile, watching Holmes' back disappear into the stairwell.

Tomorrow morning's exhibition is very important, Annie needs to catch up on sleep and cultivate her energy.

However, when the morning of the second day came, the urgent sound at the door interrupted her plan again.

Inspector Lestrade walked in with a look of horror on his face: "Holmes, there has been another theft."

Facing Holmes' impatient gaze, Inspector Lestrade continued, "You will want this. There is a word left for you by the thief at the scene."