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Having a solo exhibition, and what that means to Anne...it's definitely something Darren has to think about.

Just looking at Annie's rare excitement, even her usually calm face could not help but flush occasionally.Not to mention the brilliance in her eyes, it was an unexpected surprise for Darren who was familiar with her.

You know, since he knew Annie, he hadn't seen her show any special interest in anything.

"Leaving so early?" Darren asked with raised eyebrows.

Annie took her own scarf from the hanger and tied it gently on her chest.Turning around, he took his hat from Darren's hand, avoiding the bundled bun, and put it on his head.

He smiled lightly at Darren: "Of course."

Porturier was not far from Anne's house, and it took only half an hour to walk there.

So... Anne would not have chosen the carriage yesterday if it wasn't for that Mr. Detective.

The roads in the nineteenth century were not very tidy.But it's not bad, at least not because of one or two rains, the ground is muddy all at once.

Darren thoughtfully blocked the occasional flow of people with his body, allowing Annie to walk smoothly along the way.

The two were walking when a carriage passed by them.The coachman swung his whip, and stopped firmly beside Darren and Anne.

Annie had a bad premonition in her heart...

Sure enough, the next moment the curtain of the car window was lifted a little bit, revealing half of his face from inside.

"Miss Annie, I want a ride, you won't refuse, will you?"

Holmes said with great confidence, looked at the man next to Annie, and frowned indistinctly.

Annie didn't speak, just stared at the string of question marks in front of her eyes, and secretly lamented her tragic fate in her heart.

Darren frowned: "Thank you sir, we don't need it."

Watson watched the complexion of the person sitting next to him turn pale, and he sighed.Sure enough, asking Holmes to ask for an invitation would definitely fail.

Watson stood up and got out of the carriage, nodding at Anne and the two of them.

"Good afternoon." He said, "We are also acquaintances with Anne. This road is not short, let's go together."

Darren opened his mouth, about to refuse.

Annie squinted slightly at Watson's countdown, which was obviously less than her peers.

"Get in the car." She patted Darren on the shoulder. "It's not bad to take two steps less."

Darren turned his head in some doubts, obviously not understanding.Anne was the one who chose not to take the carriage when she had just set off.

"Let's go." Annie said, turned around and followed Watson into the carriage.

Although Darren was a little bit resistant in his heart, he did not refuse Annie's arrangement, and followed him into the carriage.

"Good afternoon." Holmes greeted Annie with a smile, as if he wasn't the one who followed her a few days ago.

Annie pursed her lips, glanced at Watson who was looking restless, and sighed, "Mr. Holmes, hello."

Darren sat aside, watching the strange atmosphere between Annie and the man in the hat in front of him.This realization made him feel a little tight in his heart, and even his hands clenched a little unconsciously.

Holmes was keenly aware that his eyes were on Darren.He wanted to say something, but was stopped by Watson beside him.

Holmes turned his head in surprise and looked at Watson with doubts on his face.

Watson: Once you open your mouth, I'm afraid we will be beaten again.

Didn't the incident of being splashed with red wine last time make you remember better, Sherlock!

Although the doctor didn't speak, the disgust in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.This made Holmes shut up all of a sudden, and leaned aside to take a nap, really not wanting to waste his time.

You know, for a period of time after that, I am afraid that you will be very excited.

After all, the game is about to begin.

No?

The carriage traveled fairly smoothly along the way, and the speed was not too slow.Even, when they finally arrived, it was a few minutes earlier than Annie had planned.

"Here we are." The coachman reined in the reins, and stopped steadily not far from the entrance of Portulier's side hall.

The corners of Holmes' lips slightly raised as he watched Anne and Darren get out of the car.

Watson didn't keep up with the rhythm a bit: "Didn't you say that you invited Annie up to have a conversation with her. Did you fail some time ago..."

Holmes' face froze, he narrowed his eyes, and turned to look at Watson.

His eyes were next to Watson's ear, and he looked at him now.

"Your date yesterday seemed to go well, but it was actually not successful. If there is no accident, the next time you ask Kate out, she will have a showdown with you and break up directly."

Watson opened his eyes wide: "What?"

He slowed down and shook his head: "No, how did you know that I had a date yesterday... Also, why did you break up!"

Holmes looked helpless, sighed exaggeratedly, and patted Watson on the shoulder: "You are destined to live with me on Baker Street."

In other words, I don't despise you anymore.

Watson: ...

It's just that you always dislike me, okay!

However, it sounds like Holmes isn't ready to answer his own question, and Watson doesn't pursue it.After all, if he and Sherlock Holmes were to pursue it, Watson deeply doubted that Mr. Detective would tell his family background one by one.

"Come on, John," cried Holmes.

Watson curled his lips and followed in a few steps.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Watson asked.

Holmes was still walking quickly, but the windbreaker behind him was making waves with great momentum.Hearing Watson's question, he immediately stood where he was, and turned to look at Watson.

"It's a cat-and-fish fight, and you can't predict all the other side's plans," Holmes said.

Before Watson could react, he had already picked up his pipe, turned around and continued walking.

"Cat...and fish?" Watson raised his eyebrows.

It was the first time I heard such a metaphor.

Anne's solo exhibition is not large in scale, and only occupies a part of Portouille's side hall.The remaining part was carefully designed by Miss Brown as a place for everyone to rest.

"The arrangement here is really good, I'm really pleasantly surprised." Anne said to Brown who came to say hello, and the two hugged gently.

There was a smile in Brown's eyes: "As long as you are satisfied. In fact, although I don't understand why you only selected a part of the paintings for exhibition. But..."

She pointed to the rest hall not far away: "After planning it like that, even if people are not prepared to watch the exhibition, they will definitely be attracted slowly during the rest. This is a staff member after you left yesterday. idea."

Annie raised her eyebrows, turned her head to look at the lounge not far away, and nodded: "Your idea is very interesting."

Brown didn't hear the strangeness in Annie's tone, but felt recognized.In my heart, I added a little more motivation.

She smiled at Annie, then turned around and stared at the next arrangement.

This is her first time as the main person in charge of an exhibition, so there must be no problems.

Annie narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the lounge not far away.

The special number that disappeared in a flash just now can't be found at this time.

Thinking back to Annie, she was sure she was right.

On the head of a young man who is not very old, there is only a countdown of less than two months.

Even, it is still flashing, alternating with shorter times.

"I think you must have discovered something." The familiar voice sounded in Annie's ears, causing the girl to roll her eyes.

Annie sighed, and looked at Holmes who was slightly disguised next to her: "What do you want to say?"

Holmes smiled and let Anne tear off the fake beard on his mouth, and was made "hiss" by Anne's ruthless approach.

"Easy!" he protested.

Annie raised her eyes, looking extremely impatient.

Holmes said: "I think you must have seen it. This exhibition is not simple. After Porturier experienced the explosion, it is not a common sense thing to prepare for your personal exhibition so soon."

Anne did not speak, waiting for Holmes' next words.

"You can't just wait for me to say..." Holmes smiled. "You should say something."

Holmes lowered his head slightly, looked straight at Annie's eyes that seemed to have light, and waited patiently.

Annie was silent for a long time, it was not an easy matter to meet Holmes' eyes.His eyes were extremely bright, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate him, seeing her up and down.

"There's going to be an explosion," said Annie. "I think..."

Holmes nodded in agreement. "Explosion, good guess."

He smiled: "How to proceed? It won't be exactly the same as last time, and that will make me too disappointed in this game."

game?

Annie was keenly aware of this word that should not have appeared, and looked up and down Mr. Detective a little speechlessly.

It's hard to imagine such a so-called "life-threatening" thing.In Holmes' eyes, it turned out to be just an exciting game!

I have to say... this attitude is really surprising.

Annie thought to herself, not noticing that the young man had gradually changed positions just now.

"I think... Maybe it's a person with those interesting gadgets tied to him," Annie said.

Holmes frowned slightly and looked around.Countless clues invaded his mind in an instant.

However, before he could really start thinking, he was cut off by a cry.

"Don't move, or I'll kill him!"

And this unlucky guy who was hugged by the young man turned out to be an acquaintance.

John Watson.

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