Anne's heart..,
Just like that, it trembled slightly.
The empty factory became even quieter. Shylock's dry and slightly cold hand held Anne's wrist.
The long black trench coat made him look even taller and skinnier. Anne was weakly carried by him by his side,
She barely reached the height of his chin.
Shylock carried Anne to his side very naturally, but he did not look at her, because his arrogant gaze was busy coldly looking at his brother.
Mcauliffe's expression was still calm,
Even with some tolerance towards a "stupid brother".
The long black umbrella shook slightly in Mcauliffe's hand,
He said, "So..,
Shylock, are you telling me now..,
Are you really ready to add this most fatal weakness to yourself? "
Shylock replied coldly and arrogantly, "I have never had a weakness,
Not now, and not in the future. "
Mcauliffe looked at him with a gentle smile, which made Shylock's expression turn colder and colder.
Shylock suddenly let go of Anne's wrist.
He said, "Go out and wait for me."
Anne was stunned,
She looked up at him.
Shylock and Mcauliffe looked at each other and paused for a moment. They lowered their heads slightly and met her gaze.
The dim light around them reflected his beautiful gray pupils,
Above his eyes were the slender and handsome peaks of his eyebrows. Anne thought,
As long as she saw his eyes..,
She would probably never be able to say no to him.
"Okay." She nodded slightly,
She turned around and walked out.
.
"I thought we'd already discussed it,
And we all think that..,
Love is the most dangerous factor..,
It's a fool to be too invested. " After Anne left, Mcauliffe said, "Or, has the rationality that you're so proud of been affected by this dangerous factor?"
Shylock glanced at him and said calmly, "Mcauliffe, don't you think that you have to wait until the day you're willing to take off the ring on your ring finger before you have the right to ask me this question?"
The expression on the face of the always wise and reserved "Government of Great Britain" changed for a moment, but it immediately returned to its usual calmness.
"I don't need to remind you. If your eyes can still see, you'll easily notice that your girl is different from your doctor, Shylock," Mcauliffe said.
"Of course they're different."
"For God's sake, Shylock! Don't make me laugh at your IQ! " Mcauliffe raised his voice, "Dr. Watson can be your roommate and partner. In addition to his certain character, it's also because he used to be a soldier. It's also because he longs for the battlefield and a dangerous and exciting life. But what about Miss Anne De Boer? "
At this point, Mcauliffe paused for a moment, as if deliberately giving Shylock time to think.
But Shylock didn't need to think at all. He knew what his brother was going to say from the beginning.
"She's the complete opposite of Watson and you. I think, I have to say, dear brother, your choice and attitude surprised me. You know, it's been a long time since anything surprised me. "
Perhaps even Shylock was surprised.
Anne was fragile, soft, loved to cry, and had a mediocre IQ. She liked to waste her limited energy on meaningless things … These were all characteristics that Shylock found troublesome. If they had met at any other time, Shylock probably wouldn't have looked at her.
But she also had her own gentle strength and decisiveness, although more often than not, her determination and decisiveness seemed more like a kind of stupidity to Shylock. Just like when she agreed to go to London with him without hesitation in Longbourn. She dared to save Georgiana alone. She was stupid enough to want to negotiate with Moriarty, and even want to take a bullet for him …
These were the things that Shylock was thinking and deliberating during Mcauliffe's pause.
After Mcauliffe finished speaking, Shylock's expression didn't change at all.
The detective mocked him as usual, "If you're willing to use this time to lose weight, trust me, you can easily stuff yourself into those suits without a belt."
Mcauliffe laughed, "Are you avoiding my question, Shylock?"
"Of course not. Because your stupid questions don't need to be answered at all. I know very well what kind of person Anne is. She'll stay on Baker Street and won't go anywhere. Not now, not in the future. "
After Shylock finished speaking, he turned around and left without hesitation.
"Well." Mcauliffe tapped his long black umbrella on the ground, and he gazed deeply at Shylock's back. "I sincerely hope you won't regret it in the future, my dear brother …"
.
Anne didn't wait outside for long. When she heard familiar footsteps behind her, she slowly turned around.
The sun was already high up in the sky, and Annie couldn't open her eyes because of the blinding light. Her light green eyes squinted slightly.
Shylock had already walked up to her. He stopped and looked down at her.
"Are you stupid?" The moment he opened his mouth, it was such a cold question.
Anne raised her head slightly and looked at him with her clear eyes. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her eyes were calm and gentle.
Shylock's evil aura suddenly dissipated, but he still snorted softly. His tone didn't soften at all. "Tell me, Miss Deboer, when did you develop this stupid habit of following strangers?"
Anne automatically ignored his bad temper and said softly, "Mr. Mcauliffe isn't a stranger. He's your brother."
"Yes." Shylock said matter-of-factly, "So it's even more dangerous."
Uh, okay. That seemed to be right.
Anne nodded gently and thought for a moment before saying, "Then the next time I encounter such a situation, I'll ask you first, okay?"
Is that okay? …
How could it not be okay?
Anne's soft voice was as soft as a kitten's paw. It gently scratched Shylock's heart, almost making him freeze.
But Mr. Holmes still said indifferently and seriously, "My time is not to be wasted on such boring things. If you don't even have the most basic self-protection awareness, you might as well stay at home and not take a step out. "
Anne looked down at her toes and didn't say anything.
Shylock lowered his eyes and glanced at her.
"You're right." Anne quickly raised her head again and looked at him with a determined smile. "I should learn to protect myself first."
She fell in love with the best man in the world. She had to be very strong to be worthy of him. She should start by learning to protect herself and not cause trouble for him.
Annie raised her head and looked at him. Her pair of light green eyes were shining with an astonishing light, like the clearest and most intoxicating morning dew in the winter forest.
Shylock's Adam's apple moved involuntarily. He suddenly asked, "Are you really 18 years old?"
Huh?
Anne looked confused. "Yes. Don't you know? "She thought about it and added," According to the time here, I'm already 19 years old. "
Her birthday was in early October. There were still more than six months before her 19th birthday, but it was already mid-October when they returned to the 21st century …
Shylock examined her fair cheeks for a moment. His gaze was serious and sharp as if it could penetrate a person.
Anne could clearly feel her face slowly burning up. In the end, even the tips of her ears that were exposed outside her hair were dyed with a suspicious red color.
After what seemed like a century, that burning gaze finally moved away a little.
Anne had just breathed a sigh of relief when her body suddenly froze.
He … What was he doing?
A slightly cool finger gently fiddled with her pointy ear ….
Anne felt her whole body was burning with a "boom".
However, the person who was causing trouble had a cold face. His other hand was still leisurely in the pocket of his coat, as if he was teasing a kitten.
Anne's face became even redder as this analogy flashed across her mind. It was really embarrassing …
Shylock didn't care about her reaction at all. He was pursing his lips with some dissatisfaction — just the touch of a finger wasn't enough …
His good partner, John Watson, always felt that his EQ was very low, but in fact, it was very easy for the two of them to collide. Just like a chemical experiment, as long as the right element was encountered, all the chemical changes would be logical.
Very good, now Mr. Holmes had already felt some kind of chemical change in his body.
Shylock lowered his head slightly. When he was about to verify this "experiment" more vividly, the phone in his suit pocket rang.
Anne also heard the sound and hurriedly took two steps back to save her ear from his fingertips.
She exhaled softly. When she looked up, she saw a gloomy and handsome face.
Shylock lowered his gaze and stared at her with a frown. His expression was very bad.
Anne, who was in a daze, was speechless.
Was it because he hadn't touched her ear enough? The television had never mentioned that he had such a fetish …
Anne's face turned red again.
In his pocket, the phone was still ringing persistently.
Shylock took out the phone from his suit pocket and said coldly, "Speak."
His expression was as cold as frost …
.
The caller was Detective Lestrade. Scotland Yard had encountered a new difficult case.
Shylock sent Anne back to Angelo's restaurant.
After the taxi drove away, Anne stood alone at the entrance of the restaurant for a long time.
Her mind was disturbed by Shylock's abnormal behavior just now. Now that it was quiet, Anne couldn't help but recall the conversation with Mcauliffe.
Anne understood Mcauliffe's doubts very well. This brother who was obsessed with his brother wanted to control all the dangerous factors around Shylock in his hands.
She remembered Mcauliffe's question.
If she could go home again, what would she choose?
Would she still be able to go home?
How much did Shylock hear?
He suddenly appeared when she was about to give an answer and interrupted her.
Was he afraid? Afraid of her answer …
Anne couldn't help but laugh when she thought of this.
Why would Sherlock Holmes be afraid?
But why did he feel so sad?
Didn't he want to know her answer?
He was Detective Holmes who would never let go of any mystery …
But he allowed this doubt to linger in his heart and between them.
Her Shylock …
How could she bear to hurt him?
The door behind her opened and Billy poked his head out. "Anne, what happened? You've been standing outside for a long time. "
Anne was quiet for a moment before she turned around and smiled. "Nothing."
She walked into the restaurant and immersed herself in the busy day.
Life went on. Everyone didn't know what would happen tomorrow. But at least, they should live well in the present.
.
Anne thought for a long time about Shylock's "self-defense ability".
Her physical fitness was too poor. It seemed unrealistic for her to learn fighting and self-defense skills. After thinking about it, she decided to start with the most basic exercise.
So she decided to wake up an hour earlier every day to run in the morning.
This was the first time Anne seriously exercised in her two lifetimes.
Speaking of which, although she was in poor health, she didn't exercise much. In her previous life, when she fell sick, she couldn't wait to walk a few steps. It was impossible for her to exercise. In this life, when she lived in Rosings, as long as she took a walk in the garden for a long time, Lady Catherine would be worried. She was afraid that she would collapse or have an asthma attack. Over time, he also became lazy.
Although it was called a run, it was more like a walk. Because she lacked exercise, she couldn't stand up straight after ten minutes of running.
But exercise is really something that makes people happy. The bank of the Thames in the morning was quiet and charming. The crown-like London Tower Bridge shone in the hazy mist. There was also the huge landmark of the Ferris wheel, the London Eye. It welcomed the morning glow and silently watched the beautiful city.
For the first time, Anne truly felt that she lived here, in this ancient and unfamiliar metropolis.
Usually, when she returned to Baker Street after her run, she was just in time to have breakfast with the tenants of 221B. Sometimes, Anne would buy it and bring it over. Sometimes, Mrs. Hudson would prepare it herself.
After breakfast, Anne returned to the restaurant, took a shower, and went downstairs to start the day's work.
Busy, fulfilling, and stable.
Occasionally, the tenants of 221B would come to Angelo's restaurant to eat. Sometimes, it would be Shylock and Watson together. Sometimes, it would be Mr. Holmes alone.
Soon, the restaurant staff discovered a rule. As long as the curly-haired, arrogant, and sharp-tongued detective appeared, their gentle and beautiful colleague, Anne, would play a long and lingering piano piece.
Everyone gradually understood. This was clearly a song to tell a story, and a song to express an expression! ...
Then, when Anne got off work, she would leave the restaurant with Shylock. One would wave goodbye to everyone with a gentle and bright smile, while the other would be as cold as ice with an arrogant expression that said, "I don't know these people, and I don't want to waste my time on them."
So, why were the two of them together?
Through the glass window, the restaurant staff could usually see this scene:
The cold detective in a black trench coat walked quickly with his long legs. Their gentle colleague, Anne, chased after him for a few steps and ran over to tug at the corner of the detective's shirt.
The man's handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, but his long legs immediately slowed down.
The girl behind him seemed to say something, then the man turned his head and stopped for a few seconds. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a slender wrist... and then...
Huh? He grabbed the girl's hand and put it into his coat pocket? ...
Who said that this great detective had no EQ? He was obviously very familiar with acting like a hooligan!
Anne didn't know that her colleagues were looking at them through the glass window.
Today, Shylock was unhappy because there hadn't been any cases for the past few days, and Dr. Watson's blog hadn't brought them any new clients. His rapidly operating brain was screaming crazily that it needed strong stimulation.
He walked too fast, so Anne had to jog a few steps to catch up with him and barely managed to tug at the corner of his shirt.
Shylock stopped impatiently, his gray-green eyes glancing over coldly.
Anne wasn't frightened by his expression. She blinked and said gently, "You're walking too fast. I can't catch up. Can you slow down a little? "
Shylock's tall body stood still. He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at her expressionlessly.
Then, without warning, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Let's go."
His large strides really slowed down to accommodate her speed.
Anne curled her lips silently, and her heart warmed up. She walked a few steps and shook his arm gently, whispering, "My hand is a little cold."
Shylock didn't say anything. He just grabbed her wrist and put her hand into his coat pocket. That warm and large palm nimbly flipped through the narrow pocket and wrapped around her.
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