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Sitting in the carriage, Anne looked at Holmes, who was sleeping peacefully, and hesitated for a while, but did not speak.

"What's the matter?" Holmes asked suddenly, and he looked at Anne. "You seem to have some doubts?"

Annie nodded obediently: "This friend of yours..."

She paused, as if she was concerned about the driver in front of her.Annie moved closer to Holmes, lowered her voice and continued, "Can you tell me who he is?"

Sherlock Holmes has solved countless cases, and naturally has a considerable number of enemies.But when he talked about this old acquaintance, he used a tone of twists and turns, and said the name "friend".

It really made Anne curious.

"You know, there are always people in this world who are constantly pursuing the so-called truth, right?" Holmes sat up straight, as if he was about to make a long speech.

Annie nodded.Such people have never been rare throughout the ages.

"So, he is a follower obsessed with...well, some kind of mysterious power?" Annie raised her eyebrows and asked in a low voice.

Holmes smiled and shook his head slightly. "No. In fact, he is the best talker I have ever met."

His gaze was a little erratic, falling on an unknown front.It's like, looking through this busy street, to see myself a few years ago.

"It may be hard to believe that he even came close to convincing me. Just a little bit, a little bit, and I would have joined that interesting organization," laughed Holmes.

Annie shook her head puzzled.She could see for herself that Holmes had some respect and disdain for that so-called organization. This kind of contradictory and complicated expression was rarely seen on Holmes' face by Anne.

This man seemed determined to always move forward.In this way, the state of hesitation and wandering is extremely rare.

"Then, why did you choose to quit later?" Annie asked.

Holmes smiled and said, "You guessed right away that I joined them. Even I managed to hide this lie from Mycroft."

He looked at Annie with a hint of praise.

Annie shrugged and rolled her eyes with a smile.Gently, she leaned her head on Holmes' shoulder and said softly, "Probably, you didn't plan to hide it from me, did you?"

The man seemed to have heard something extremely interesting, and a magnetic laugh came from Annie's head.

After a while, Holmes continued: "In their organization, there are indeed people who are extremely thirsty for the truth of everything. However, there will always be people who want to obtain benefits from any place they can catch. Such people, and Not a lot. Isn't it?"

Annie pursed her lips and nodded lightly: "So, are you annoyed?"

"Yeah." Holmes said bluntly, "It was just a pastime. If it's no longer fun, let's change to another place."

He could take it easy, patted his butt to wipe off his own traces, and left.

However, this old "friend" of Holmes is unwilling to give up the pursuit of truth no matter what.In this way, he should have been on this road for five or six years.

The car went very fast and arrived at the location in a short time.

Annie looked at the building in front of her, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional for a moment.

"Porturiel?" she asked.

Holmes nodded: "This is something that McCoff doesn't even know. This old 'friend' is a Saenmut."

Annie blinked and took a few deep breaths.

"Come on," said Holmes, holding out a hand and looking expectantly at Anne.

Annie smiled, and didn't twitch.He took Holmes' hand and followed him inside.

"Wait for a while, if you have time, can you accompany me to find Darren?" Annie bowed her head and followed Holmes through a very small side door.

Holmes carefully observed the dust on the ground and figured out the direction of the next turn.

He turned around and nodded with a smile: "Of course."

Facts have proved that a detective who does not follow the usual path knows people who cannot be explained by common sense.

Annie stared at the hut in front of her in a daze. It was hard to believe that in a place as richly decorated as Portulier, there would be such a messy corner.

Annie searched for the right words in her mind for a long time before reluctantly giving it a messy evaluation.

Holmes smiled and knocked on the table: "I thought that after so many years, you should have some changes? Unexpectedly, you are still so casual."

Annie followed Holmes' gaze, and sure enough, under the cover of heavy drafts, she saw the drunken man who was sleeping soundly.

This Mr. Seinmut really lives with him, different from ordinary people...

how to say?

Compared with this hut, the mess that Holmes once made at 221B Baker Street can be called nothing.It couldn't be more neat!

"So, do we need to wait for him to wake up?" Annie stood in the house, her hands and feet bound.

Holmes shook his head very calmly, and looked at Anne tenderly: "Don't worry, I'll wake him up."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and kicked the drunk man hard on the ground twice.

Annie: ...

Poor Mr. Seinmuth snorted twice, struggling to move his eyelids.Turned around as if giving up again, leaned on the other side, and continued to sleep.

Holmes pursed his lips and smiled, and Annie felt a bad premonition in her heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, Holmes picked up an unknown device in the house.Facing Mr. Seinmut's head, he pressed the switch.

The next moment, the sound of howling wind, which was many times stronger than the sound of snoring, appeared in the house.

As Mr. Seinmut woke up in shock, the manuscript paper in the whole room was blown away by the sudden strong wind.

After a while, it landed in every corner of the house.

To tell the truth, Annie saw the same level of clutter in the room as before.All of a sudden, I had some guesses, maybe it was because of Seinmut's little invention, so he couldn't clean up this little place, right?

Here, Mr. Seinmut rubbed his eyes: "Sherlock?"

Holmes put the things in his hands aside, his eyes were serious: "It's me, Sam."

Sam obviously hasn't recovered from yesterday's hangover, he rubbed his aching forehead, a little bewildered: "Oh, you received my message? That's great...do you think , How did I design it? Did I scare those stupid people... ah!"

Holmes grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.Pressing his throat tightly, he said sharply, "What exactly do you want?"

"What are you doing?" Sam's face turned red from being strangled, but he still looked indifferent, "You know, none of these can threaten me...you know."

Holmes smiled, and said nonchalantly: "Yes, you doubt the authenticity of everything around you. You want to find a truth known to the world..."

He muttered, but the strength of his subordinates was slowly increasing.

"But you can feel the pain. It's real, and it makes you uncomfortable. That's enough," Holmes said.

Sam's breathing was difficult, and his hand unconsciously grabbed Holmes.Trying to make myself feel better.

"What you said is right." Sam said with great effort, "The pain is too real, I admit it."

"What do you want?" asked Holmes again.

Sam's eyes were red from the hangover.He smiled, showing a smile that was too innocent.His eyes fell on Annie who was on the side, and there was a bit of interest in his eyes.

"Oh, dear Sherlock," he said, "I see that five years have passed and your life has gone on as usual, meaningless."

Sam's collar was lifted a little higher, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

However, the smile on his face did not change at all.He even looked at Annie and said, "A woman. Sherlock Holmes, you are actually happy with a person!"

"It's really disappointing," he said.

Holmes threw him heavily on the ground, looked at Sam indifferently and coughed for a long time: "I'm different from you."

Sam coughed as if trying to cough out his lungs.He smiled, with some blood froth coming out of his mouth.

"The time of life should be devoted to more meaningful things. Instead of giving up the pursuit of truth because of some boring trivial things like you."

Holmes was about to take a step forward and show the man some color.He was gently held back by Annie, and he took a long while to take a step back after looking into Annie's eyes.

Sam lay wantonly on the ground, his body was put into a ridiculous shape by him.

Annie was not affected at all, looking at the top of the man's head, said with a smile: "You are right, the time of life is limited. And the most attractive thing about it is that even if you know it is constantly decreasing, you can There's no way to stop it. Even, you don't know when it will suddenly increase the rate of decrease."

Annie knelt down and moved closer to Sam.The hand made an explosion, and there was a "poof" in the mouth.

"Just like that, people suddenly disappeared."

Sam's smile faltered slightly, and he looked at the woman in front of him for the first time: "What do you want to say?"

Annie stood up with a smile, casually held a few of his drafts in her hands, and looked at each page very plainly.

"Are you interested in the study of time?" she said.

Sam frowned and nodded slightly.His expression became extremely serious when he heard about his own domain.Not at all like the crazy man before.

"Then do you want to know how much time you have left?" Annie smiled.

His eyes fell on the number above his head.

On it, there are numbers that no one else can see except her, moving slowly