Anne didn't want to pay attention to the two Mr. Holmes, who had excellent IQ, but whose bickering was completely proportional to their IQ.
"Dr. Watson." Anne turned to greet Watson, who was sitting on the side. Because of the two arrogant Mr. Holmes, as the host, Dr. Watson could only sit in the chair in front of the desk in the corner.
"Miss Anne De Boer." Dr. Watson got up, nodded elegantly, and then sat back down.
Well, it seemed that there was only one qualified gentleman in this room. Or rather, there was only one adult in the general sense.
In fact, as soon as Anne stepped into the living room, she saw the empty chair in the middle.
It seemed that it was prepared for her.
Anne was no stranger to this chair. Clients who came to 221B for help had probably sat there before.
Now, this hard wooden chair was thoughtfully placed with a soft pillow.
"Please sit, Miss Deboer." Mcauliffe pointed at the wooden chair with the tip of the long black umbrella.
Anne sat down.
Although she was given preferential treatment with a pillow, the flat wooden chair was still a little uncomfortable to sit on. Anne adjusted her posture, knowing that her every move was now being watched by two sharp eyes. Oh, of course, there was also Dr. Watson.
"It seems that I don't need to introduce myself, Miss Deboer, it's obvious that you know who I am." Mcauliffe's tone was almost gentle, if you ignored his deep and sharp eyes.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Holmes." Anne's voice was still small and soft, "I'm willing to help — if I can, but I'm not your prisoner, please forgive me, I'm afraid I can't accept your interrogation." Even if it was just a subtle and quiet probe and interrogation.
Hearing that his brother was being criticized, Shylock smiled unkindly, and even laughed out loud.
Anne glanced at him and happened to see the corners of his lips curled up. Even the corners of his eyes were smiling happily.
"Of course, Miss Deboer, of course." Mcauliffe didn't seem to mind Anne's little resistance. He glanced at Shylock from the corner of his eyes before turning back to Anne.
"In fact, I wanted to meet with Miss Deboer yesterday, but my dear brother …" Mcauliffe's gaze was somewhat ambiguous. "Shylock actually said that the young lady who was traveling with him was not in good health and needed to rest."
Anne was slightly taken aback.
"Obviously, I'm telling the truth." Shylock stared at her with a calm expression.
Anne didn't know what to say, but it wasn't wrong to say thank you.
"… Thank you," she said softly.
Shylock ignored her.
Mcauliffe chuckled. "I'm glad to see that you and my brother are getting along well. I think you might have thought about leaving this place with us, Miss Deboer."
Anne's heart trembled. She wasn't smart, but she could tell that it was a reminder. It reminded her that there were some insurmountable boundaries.
Anne took a deep breath and smiled gently. "No, Mr. Holmes, I don't plan to leave here. I think … "She paused for a moment." I think, after you successfully leave, Xia and I … I and you won't have the chance to meet again. "After all, they were separated by two centuries.
Anne tried her best not to sound depressed and disappointed. It was nothing. Didn't she already know before she came to London?
Shylock frowned slightly. The relaxed and happy expression from before had long disappeared.
Mcauliffe smiled and said insincerely, "That's a pity."
Anne didn't say anything.
"If you're done with the boring pleasantries, please get to the point immediately." Shylock said a little rudely, "I didn't pick up this insensible lady from Longbourn to let you chat and waste time."
Insensible?
Anne looked at him softly.
Shylock glanced at her indifferently. She would rather stay in the boring 19th century. If that wasn't insensible, then what was?
This time, it was Mr. Mcauliffe's turn to laugh. "Calm down, Shylock."
Anne thought for a moment and took the initiative to lead the topic to Shylock's request.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes. As I told Shylock, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't understand why you're here. So, if you're sure that I can help, I'll do my best. "
Anne really didn't know how to help, but from the moment she entered the door until now, Mcauliffe had been calm. He should know what to do.
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Miss Deboer."
Mcauliffe showed the same arrogant smile as Shylock. Anne was sure that even if she didn't cooperate voluntarily, Mr. Holmes had countless ways to make her cooperate.
Mcauliffe elegantly raised the long umbrella in his hand. "Miss Deboer, I don't know if you've heard of the time gem."
Anne was stunned.
She thought she had heard wrong.
"Oh." Mcauliffe smiled. "I think you've heard of it."
But Anne wasn't as sure as him. Was the time gem he mentioned really the "time gem" she was thinking of? The one Doctor Strange hung around his neck in Marvel comics?
God, were there superheroes in this world other than Blessedcurls and Darcy?
Which dimension was she in?
Anne was confused. She felt that her nerves were as sensitive and fragile as Mrs. Bennet's.
But no one pitied her fragile nerves. Mcauliffe had already taken out a folder and handed it to her.
Anne subconsciously looked at Shylock when she took it. He was also looking at her. His slim black suit made him look even fairer and thinner. His long arms were casually resting on the armrest of the sofa, and his gaze was less arrogant and more expectant.
She had forgotten that although Shylock liked to disagree with Mcauliffe, they had the same goal in this matter.
Anne held the folder. She knew that the Time Gem was real, but what did this magical Infinity Gem have to do with her?
"It seems that the British government in this world has always had records of the Time Gem, and it's obvious that they have done a series of analysis and research on it. But in the end, with the sudden disappearance of the gem, the research was finally sealed and put on hold."
After Mikov finished speaking, he looked over with a smile.
Anne still couldn't figure out what this had to do with her.
Puzzled, Anne opened the folder. She saw a lot of research records, and the complicated chemical symbols and formulas were dazzling. But this kind of surreal existence was obviously not something that ordinary people could explain and study thoroughly with science.
Anne flipped through all the text information — because she couldn't understand most of it, she read very quickly until she reached the last few pages.
There were a few photos. Two of them were photos of the Time Gem. It was a beautiful oval crystal that shone with a green light, just like what Anne had seen in movies.
But that wasn't what made her stop. It was the photos that followed. These photos were no longer of gems, or rather, not just gems, but people.
A noble and dignified old woman was sitting on a chair with an elegant smile. From the makeup to the clothes, everything was exquisite and gorgeous. But the most eye-catching thing was the gem necklace around her neck. The clear green gem was made into a pendant and dangled around her neck.
Anne was no stranger to the person in the photo. She had seen an oil portrait of this old woman in the Rosings Manor, hanging together with the portraits of other deceased members of the Deboer family.
Mrs. Grace Deboer. Anne had never seen her grandmother before.
She wanted to ask how he could be sure that the necklace around her grandmother's neck was the Time Gem, but seeing Mcauliffe's calm and confident expression, Anne swallowed the question back.
Although Mcauliffe always emphasized that he was only a "low-ranking official" in the Government of Great Britain, it was clear that even in the 19th century, Mr. Holmes's position was still unshakeable.
Since Mcauliffe showed her the information, it meant that the information inside was confirmed.
"You think that the Time Gem is in Deboer's house?" Anne asked, "You want me to help find it?"
"Actually," Mcauliffe's smile became gentler and more amiable, "I want you to use it, Miss Deboer."
What?
Anne believed that the expression on her face must be very silly at this moment. What did she just hear? Did Mr. Holmes, who had a higher IQ and status than her, just say that he wanted her to use the Time Gem?
Mcauliffe didn't care about the shock and doubt on Anne's face. He leaned forward, slightly closer to Anne, stretched out his arm, and like magic, a gorgeous gem necklace appeared in his hand. It was the one that Anne had just seen in the photo.
Anne was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Holmes, did you send someone to steal from my house?"
Shylock's face showed a happy smile for the second time.
Mcauliffe didn't seem to hear Anne's question and said with a smile, "I have reason to believe that this Time Gem can only be used by special people, and you, Miss Deboer, I think we all agree that you are very special."
No, she was very ordinary.
Anne objected in her heart. But she knew what Mcauliffe meant by "special."
She thought for a moment and told them what she knew, "The Time Gem can only be used by magicians, at least that's what I know."
Dr. Watson, who had been listening, asked, "Magicians? Like Harry Potter? "
Ha, it seemed that there was no Marvel in their world, but there was Harry Potter.
"Similar, but not exactly the same." Anne replied, "Also, although the Time Gem can indeed control time, it has a lot of limitations. It can't be used casually, and it will disturb the timeline and create time branches. Uh, to put it simply, when you control time, you are actually destroying time … "
When Anne stopped, she realized that the small living room was unusually quiet. Shylock looked at her thoughtfully, motionless.
Shylock had the same expression when she first told him about her background. In a short period of time, the detective's materialistic worldview had been hit one after another.
Actually, it was useless to say all this. The most important thing was —
"I'm not a magician. Although my experience is a bit strange, putting these aside, I'm just an ordinary person, "Anne said apologetically.
There was another silence.
After a while, Mcauliffe chuckled, still calm and composed.
"But if possible, I hope that Miss Deboer can give it a try. After all, this is our only chance now."
Mcauliffe handed the gem necklace to Anne again.
Anne looked at the green gem in the middle of the necklace. At the moment, she was thinking about Shylock, who was sitting diagonally opposite her, although her eyes didn't move in his direction at all.
Anne couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had when she suddenly asked Shylock if he wanted to leave this place so badly yesterday.
Before she opened her mouth, she already expected to hear the answer. But she still asked. Maybe she just needed a definite answer to dispel some of her unrealistic fantasies.
But on the other hand, did she really want him to stay? Stay in this 19th century that didn't belong to him?
Anne raised her head slightly and reached out to take the gem necklace from Mcauliffe.
Something miraculous happened. The moment her fingertips touched the necklace, the time gem embedded in it suddenly seemed to wake up and emitted a soft green light.
Although it was only a fleeting moment, everyone clearly saw this scene.
Doctor Watson even stood up from his chair excitedly.
Anne turned her head. In the dim light of the living room, she saw Shylock's eyes shining with excitement.
--
At the same time, in another time and space of the 21st century.
A certain doctor in a red cloak pressed his throbbing temples and suppressed his anger as he asked, "Say it again, you lost the time gem?"
In front of him stood an exceptionally beautiful young lady. Her lively big eyes fluttered around guiltily, refusing to look at the tall figure in front of her.
"I told you, I didn't lose it. It clearly disappeared all of a sudden …" The young lady lowered her head and pointed her fingers aggrievedly.
The doctor took a deep breath and turned in a circle in annoyance. His bright red cloak drew a beautiful parabola in the air. Then, a corner of the cloak persistently reached out in the direction of the beautiful young lady. The poor doctor almost fell over from the tug.
The doctor turned around irritably, angry and helpless. "Erawen (Eleven)! … "
"I'm warning you." Eleven looked at him vigilantly and stretched out three slender white fingers. "I've poisoned you with three types of poison. If you dare to hit me, I won't give you the antidote. You'll die a horrible death."
Doctor Strange who was threatened: "…"
"Also," Eleven shook her beautiful little head and added proudly, "I'm very powerful now, you can't beat me."
Doctor Strange who was despised: "…"
Looking at the doctor who was silent for a long time, the young lady's heart softened.
"Okay, okay. I 'borrowed' the gem. I'll definitely find it and return it to you. Is that okay? "
The doctor indicated that he didn't want to talk to her.
"Also," the young lady lowered her head with an apologetic expression and said in a soft voice, "I'm sorry."
Doctor Strange looked at the top of her cute head in frustration. After a long while, he helplessly closed his eyes like a parent facing a naughty child.
Eleven raised her eyes and secretly glanced at him.
The enemy's firepower weakened. The young lady raised her face and gave him her most beautiful and harmless smile. "Then can you — not tell Reid?"
Doctor Strange knew that the person this helpless little girl was most afraid of was the weak FBI agent who was as thin as a bamboo pole.
Just as Dr. Strange was about to mock him, he suddenly paused.
"What's wrong?" Eleven asked, sensing something strange.
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