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Holmes looked up at her.After a while, he nodded silently.

"But, what's so special about this small piece? It's worth asking Moriarty to hand over this part to us?" This was the most puzzling part of Holmes.

The two looked at each other, and both looked helplessly at the oil painting on the table.

Just half a month ago, who would have thought that the theft of such a simple Portulier oil painting would lead to so many things in one go?

"Mycroft, you definitely owe us a big favor this time." Annie pursed her lips and said very seriously.

With a plausible appearance, his good-looking face is full of seriousness.His head moved little by little, as if he was afraid that his meaning was not serious enough.

Looking at Anne like this, Holmes couldn't help but smile a little.

He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Annie's hair: "Yes."

Holmes' voice was extremely gentle: "He owes a great favor."

Annie looked at him, her eyes were clear and helpless.Her fingers are on the table around the oil painting, bit by bit.Gently tap the table, making a very slight sound.

One click, one click.

"So, what do we do?" Annie asked.

Holmes was about to speak when he suddenly became serious.Standing up, he ran straight to the stairs.

Anne didn't know why, but she also followed Holmes.The two of them went one behind the other, before they reached the turning point of the stairs, they heard the shouts from the first floor.

"It's Rebecca's cry!" Anne recognized it immediately, and said to Holmes in front of her.

Both of them looked tense.

However, before Holmes could turn his head away, there was a bright light before his eyes.

The sudden appearance of light is enough to temporarily blind people.

Holmes quickly closed his eyes, and turned around to protect himself and Anne.The bright light only flashed for a moment, and when the two were able to look over again, those people had disappeared.

Annie stumbled and ran down, ignoring the group of people who quickly retreated.He walked quickly to Mrs. Hudson's room, within reason and unexpectedly, the door opened with a light push.

Mrs. Hudson locks her door carefully every day.

Annie knew this, and she couldn't help holding her breath.

There was a pause as the door was pushed open, as if it had touched something.

Annie's heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment.

She slipped in through the crack of the door.It's just that when his eyes fell on the ground, he couldn't help covering his mouth.

Mrs. Hudson fell to the ground.

The number on the top of the head is much smaller than when I saw it at night.

Annie's eyes gradually filled with tears.

She squatted down, took off her clothes, and made a simple bandage.Look at the blood that covers the top of Mrs. Hudson's head, watch the cloth get soaked with blood.Annie's eyes grew colder.

In Mrs. Hudson's room, under the shattering of a window, there were scattered glass shards on the floor.On it, one or two bloodstains can still be seen.

Annie had tears in her eyes, but her face was expressionless.

She came to the broken window step by step, and her hands were so steady that even she was a little surprised.

Carefully put the blood-stained glass in a bag and put it away carefully, and engraved the footprints left by the other party's negligence.

"Have you caught up?" Annie asked suddenly.

Panting, Holmes came to Mrs. Hudson's room.He held Mrs. Hudson on his shoulders: "No."

The most urgent task is to take Mrs. Hudson for treatment.

Outside the hospital, Watson's friends were working hard inside.Watson also followed inside to take care of him at any time.

Anne and Holmes, stay outside the room.Sit quietly.

After a long silence, Annie narrowed her eyes: "The other party took Rebecca away."

Holmes nodded: "Is there something left in Rebecca's little bed?"

Anne nodded.

She looked at the crowd around her and approached Holmes.He whispered in his ear: "They, let us exchange that oil painting."

This is a threat.

As Holmes surmised, this oil painting was by no means ordinary.In other words, this inconspicuous corner is the important part of the stolen oil painting by Portouille.

He frowned in annoyance, clenched his hands into fists.

"It's still difficult for us to decipher it. Why is this oil painting so important." Annie said.

Worth it, Moriarty made a move to bring disaster to the east.

What's more, the opponent directly shot regardless of his care.

Both Annie and Holmes understood that the problem here might not be simple.

"Rebecca..." Holmes said tentatively.

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing Annie.Holmes understood what Rebecca meant to Anne.

If it wasn't for her importance, Annie would not have adopted the little girl as soon as Rebecca became ill.In this day and age, one can imagine how difficult it would be to adopt an unmarried woman.

Holmes looked at Anne with a bit of pity in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

"They won't do anything to that little girl." Annie said calmly, with a steady voice.

She turned her head and met Holmes' gaze, very calm.

Even Holmes did not see the slightest flaw in her expression.

It was as if under the most terrifying panic, the body was calm beyond imagination.Annie seemed to have two completely different selves in her heart.

It was as if, at this moment, Annie seemed to be floating in the sky with her soul, looking at the person standing on the ground with tears in her eyes, with a calm expression on her face.

It's like, it has been completely split.Became two completely different people.

Holmes looked at the girl and sighed very lightly.Hand, slowly wrapping Annie's back.Let this girl, who was already crying deep in her heart, lean into her arms.

The warm chest, the quiet heartbeat was in Annie's ears.

Plop, plop.

The steady voice made Annie close her eyes gradually.

"Let me know when Mrs. Hudson comes out," said Anne.

Holmes nodded and patted Anne on the back lightly.It's like coaxing a child to sleep.

"Rest," said Holmes. "I will wake you up."

Annie closed her eyes and moved slightly.

The darkness everywhere made her heart more peaceful.

In the past, the ups and downs of this period of time flowed before Annie's eyes.

Moriarty, Porturier, Seinmut... These names were all in Anne's mind, repeating them one by one.

These seemingly unrelated things, have overlapped and appeared in Anne's life during this period of time.

Even during the rest, Annie's brows were not completely relaxed.

Holmes looked at her with some distress, and patted Annie's back lightly.His eyes fell on Anne's eyebrows, and the slightly frowning lines made Holmes feel blocked.

Little Rebecca was so cute that even Holmes, who hated children, couldn't help falling in love with this child.

Moonlight is not clear.But also through the window, lightly fell on the two of them.

Not far from them is a busy operating room.Inside, everyone is cautious and serious.The subordinates are surprisingly stable.

Mrs. Hudson's bleeding wound was gradually healed.The blood also gradually stopped.

"Sherlock!" Watson ran out immediately, wanting to tell the news to the two people outside.

But when he saw them, he immediately fell silent.

The reason was simple. Holmes glanced at him.Shaking his head slightly, he put his finger in front of his lips, signaling him to be quiet.

"What is the matter?" asked Holmes softly.

Watson glanced at the sleeping Annie and blinked.Leaning over, she whispered in Holmes' ear, "Mrs. Hudson is fine. She was only slightly scratched. We suspect that she was frightened when she passed out."

Holmes nodded, indicating that he understood.

So, the next moment, Watson looked at that Sherlock Holmes with extraordinary tenderness.In a posture that Watson had never imagined, it could appear on Sherlock Holmes, with an extremely gentle appearance.

Holmes patted Annie on the back lightly, leaned into the girl's ear, and said softly, "Annie, Annie."

Just seeing Annie's eyes move slightly, she stopped her voice.Quietly waiting for her to wake up by herself, not planning to disturb her at all.

Watson: This is the first time I saw such a shocking...

It can be done, as if the effect of waking up naturally.That's what Holmes could do.Watson saw the tenderness of Holmes for the first time in Anne.

Mr. Detective could be the best lover in the world if he wanted to.

After a while, Anne opened her eyes.

"Mrs. Hudson?" she asked, with tension in her eyes.

Holmes smiled reassuringly, and shook his head slightly: "Don't worry. She's fine, the wound has stopped bleeding."

Annie pursed her lips, still unable to hide her anxiety: "Let Watson and the others check it out again. It shouldn't be a trivial matter to suddenly faint."

What worried her chiefly was the diminished time of that moment above Mrs. Hudson's head.

"What do you think of?" asked Holmes.

Annie looked at him with a bit of nervousness in her eyes: "I'm worried that this oil painting given by Moriarty is the real reason why Portulier was stolen. This island should have a story."

Mrs. Hudson's wound has been treated, but she is still a little groggy due to the fright.

"I'm looking at her, don't worry." Watson said.

Holmes glanced at him, but said nothing.It's just the lips that were slightly pursed between the lowered eyes, engraving his thoughts.

He took Annie's hand and unconsciously clenched it tightly.

Watson sighed, raised his hand, and very slowly placed it on Holmes' shoulder.He pressed it hard, paused, and squeezed.

"Let's go." Watson smiled and nodded very lightly.

Holmes swallowed, and then said to Watson, "Be careful, and remember to bring Mary here too. It's not safe for her to be alone."