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"Holmes has not come?" asked Inspector Lestrade.

The subordinate standing beside him shook his head, obviously complaining.A few people got together and turned their heads, as if they didn't want to answer.If Inspector Lestrade hadn't been staring at them, he might have started complaining at this moment.

This Sherlock Holmes... Inspector Lestrade is also very helpless.

He sighed and didn't speak.It wasn't just a day or two that his subordinates hated Holmes.If he hadn't known Holmes for a long time, it would have been difficult for him to bear Mr. Detective's unique temper.

"Wait a little longer," he said.

Hearing his order, the subordinates couldn't help but started whispering.

"I don't understand why I have to ask someone like Sherlock Holmes every time." A man complained and said to several people next to him.

Obviously, such doubts did not only exist in his mind.

"Yes. It makes us seem useless."

"God knows how disgusted he looks at me every time. It's unbearable."

For a moment, the voice of whispering was uncontrollable.Even Inspector Lestrade, who was standing aside, heard a word or two occasionally.

He was helpless due to the limitation of his ability, and Inspector Lestrade would not ask others for help if he could.Seeking help from others is in itself a lack of confidence in one's own abilities.

However, at this time, I don't really care about self-confidence.But whether there is self-knowledge.

But when it comes to solving the case, no matter how reluctant Lestrade's subordinates are, they still need to admit the gap between themselves and the detective.

"I thought you had finished the inspection?" Holmes and Anne came to the scene.

The whispers of the crowd stopped abruptly as if they were frightened.They all looked at Holmes with some trepidation, and kept thinking about what they had just said.

He seemed to have just arrived, so he probably didn't hear anything, right?

Holmes didn't care about the complex psychology of the crowd, and soon put on special gloves, and entered the scene ahead of Anne.

Inspector Lestrade looked at Holmes' back with a guilty conscience, his face was a little stiff.

Annie smiled, leaned close to Lestrade's ear, and said in a low voice, "Inspector Lestrade, I think since Holmes is willing to help everyone, a thank you is still appropriate, right?"

Inspector Lestrade froze when he heard the words, and he sighed softly.He turned his head and looked at his subordinates.Wherever he looked, his subordinates either turned their heads or simply lowered their heads.The left and right looked like they were not going to look at each other.

Inspector Lestrade nodded helplessly: "It should be, of course."

Anne smiled and winked at Lestrade.He followed Holmes into the scene.

"Boss, what did she just say?" A man approached and asked.

Inspector Lestrade looked at the puzzled eyes of his subordinates, and felt a burst of anger.

He angrily threw the thing on the ground, making a "pop" sound.Everyone was startled, and they all looked up at him.

Inspector Lestrade said with a serious expression he had never seen before: "Later, no matter what Mr. Holmes discovers, you all remember to be grateful to others. If you are not convinced, go in and observe the scene yourself. If anyone can compare Mr. Holmes I can see it clearly, and I will be the first to say thank you!"

This could not be more straightforward.

It also made these people's hearts tense, and they all lowered their heads.Nothing can be said.

That's right, since it's me who wants something from others.It was only natural for the attitude to be like this, and Inspector Lestrade's words made everyone suddenly realize this.

Actually, is it their fault?

None of the people here are really ready to eat and die.And they also understand that their ridiculous self-esteem is not the reason that can delay the process of solving the case.If it's just because of my own complaints, even if it delays the case for a little time.Any consequences brought about are not what their conscience can bear.

The sound outside is not small.

Holmes paused when he squatted down to check, and he turned his head to look at Annie who was helping him beside him.His eyes were a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" Annie smiled.

Holmes pursed his lips, his eyes revealing a little confusion: "I don't care about their gossip, why do you..."

Holmes didn't finish his question, and stopped in Anne's smiling eyes.

Annie handed him a pair of tools, and smiled to help his subordinates: "You don't care how they look at you. But I do, and I just want you to be well."

Anne's face was full of course.A few strands of broken hair mischievously fell on her face.It's like he hates being restrained and wants to be in a different place from his siblings.

Looking at her, Holmes felt nothing but warmth in his heart.

He took off his gloves and wiped his hands behind his back carefully.Then he raised his hand and smoothed the broken hair on Annie's forehead.

"What's the matter?" Annie looked at Holmes with a strange expression.

Holmes withdrew his hand and smiled very calmly: "It's nothing, some hair fell out."

Annie let out an "oh", then lowered her head and continued to study.

Holmes looked at her without moving for a long time.Only he himself knew what kind of upheaval it was like being hit in the heart at that moment just now.

That unstoppable warm current seemed to carry the shock of years of savings.In his chest, bumping back and forth.

At that moment, Holmes actually had a feeling of peace.Next to it was clearly a foggy crime scene, and the girl still held the tools used for investigation in her hand.

However, Holmes seemed to have seen the scene of the spring sun falling on Anne.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before.It also caused the detective to fall into a long silence.

He seems to have encountered the most difficult problem to solve.

I have always only believed in evidence, and I am only willing to think that seeing is believing.But at this moment, he received a huge shock.

It's like a spring breeze, warm and fragrant.But Holmes knew very well that there was no wind here, and it was not spring outside.

He even had an idea just now - that is, this life seems to be pretty good?

lifetime?

Holmes' eyes widened in fright. How could he have such an idea!

This turbulent emotion rushed towards the young detective like a tide.It made him stunned for a moment, not knowing how to proceed next.

"Sherlock?" Annie asked.

Holmes' thoughts were interrupted.He looked down at the tool in Annie's hand, obviously it had been held up for a long time.But she hadn't responded all the time, which made Annie speak in confusion.

As if covering up something, Holmes quickly took it over: "Thank you."

He said, and turned around to observe the scene carefully.

It seemed that at such a moment, only careful thinking could calm his brain down.Only this kind of composure can resist the waves in his chest.

"What was found?" asked Inspector Lestrade.

He looked at Holmes who had just come out, with anxiety in his eyes.

Holmes looked around at the people.For the first time, most of Inspector Lestrade's subordinates did not look at him with bored eyes.

Instead, he seemed to see something else in their eyes.

Is that... guilt?

Holmes could not tell.

He handed a wrench to Lestrade: "The identity of the person who left the letter is unknown. But if you are going to recover that land transfer, go down this road and the first coffee you see The waiter in the restaurant. Ask him carefully, and you will get the information you want."

Inspector Lestrade blinked and swallowed his own question.

Holmes paused as he left, and he turned back to the inspector and continued, "I found a unique smell of spices in it, which is usually used to make coffee. This is the secret recipe of that cafe." .”

For the first time, Inspector Lestrade received an explanation from Holmes.

He nodded flattered, and hurriedly led the people towards the place Holmes had mentioned.

"Thank you." A small voice sounded from the crowd over there, "Mr. Holmes."

Anne and Holmes glanced at each other with slight smiles in their eyes.

They didn't know who said thank you.But this time, for the first time, Holmes felt that it would be a wise choice not to know the details.

He embraced Annie's shoulders, turned his head and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Annie." For all of this...

Annie smiled, tapped Holmes' nose lightly, and said with a doting smile, "You don't need to say thank you to me."

Holmes paused, as if acting like a spoiled child, he rubbed against Annie's ear, and said a lot: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Annie..."

Live like a child.

Anne couldn't believe it, Holmes would act like a baby?

She took a few deep breaths, deeply feeling that this was an interesting discovery.You should treasure it for yourself, can you not expose such a lovely Sherlock Holmes to the outside world.

"Where are we going after that?" Annie asked.

From his pocket, Holmes took out a blank sheet of paper that had just been secretly handed out from the scene, and handed it to Anne.

He pointed to an essay on it: "This should be an ink pad that was accidentally printed on it. This kind of material is not common. Fortunately, I happen to know where he came from."

Holmes straightened his collar and extended an invitation to Anne: "Come on. Obviously, my old 'friend' is looking forward to my visit. He even met Morrie first for this meeting. Artie."

So, of course, the kindness is hard to stop.