Anne had been in a bit of a dilemma these two days.
Her Adonis had suddenly walked out of the TV screen and stood in front of her, alive and well. This should have been something worth cheering for.
But her Adonis's eyes and brain, which could hide everything, made Anne extremely afraid.
So she had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Shylock.
Of course, the detective noticed it, but he didn't do anything. He was like a proud hunter, standing leisurely by the trap, waiting for the prey to jump in.
Fortunately, the cute prey didn't make him wait too long. She didn't look too stupid and knew how to retreat in the face of difficulties.
Mr. Sherlock Holmes took a sip of tea and couldn't help but frown.
It wasn't that the tea wasn't to his taste, but that he had just used the word "cute"?
Thinking of this, a small and quiet face broke into his huge memory palace. And a pair of soft, white, and thin hands holding a cake plate.
Boring action.
The detective put down the teacup and looked back at the page in his hand.
So, when Anne walked into the spacious and bright library of Netherfield Garden, this was the scene she saw.
This was actually a bit like the scene when they first met two days ago, but at that time, she was the one sitting, and he was walking closer step by step.
Now it was the other way around.
The library of Netherfield Garden was almost equivalent to a small library, and there was a very rich collection of books here. At a glance, the walls of the room seemed to be made up of huge bookcases that reached the ceiling.
Sherlock Holmes was sitting on a sofa next to the bookcases, his long legs crossed on the soft carpet under his feet.
Of course, apart from the fact that the two of them seemed to have switched roles, there were other differences. For example, Anne wasn't as elegant and confident as the other party at that time.
Look at those long legs that were casually crossed, they were as arrogant and outstanding as his whole person.
Shylock only glanced at Anne when she walked in, but it was just a casual glance. He lowered his head again and focused on the book in his hand.
However, Anne naturally didn't think that Shylock's glance was insignificant. Thinking back to his first meeting with his fated partner, John Watson, the detective who was focused on his experiment with a test tube in his hand had only caught a glimpse of Kieran. Then, the innocent Doctor Watson received the first shock of his life.
But! He had to say it! On the TV screen, Blessedcurls, who was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, was standing in front of the test bench with a focused look in his eyes.
Anne couldn't help but look at Shylock's face again.
His facial features were already very three-dimensional. Looking at him at a 45-degree angle, the side of his face was even more angular.
Also, his eyelashes were so long. Anne could almost see the shadows they cast on his eyes.
Well, when she lowered her head and didn't look at people with her sharp eyes, she actually looked a little obedient.
Shylock acted as if he didn't notice her gaze at all. His slender fingers flipped a page of the book on his lap.
Anne was awakened by his action.
Oh! She couldn't help but yell in her heart. Can't you restrain your fangirl nature a little at a time like this!
Anne mentally prepared herself and finally walked to the chair opposite Shylock and sat down.
"Mr. Holmes …"
She was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Call me Shylock, thank you."
Although his deep and pleasant voice was not mixed with any emotions, if Shylock looked up, he would find that the young and thin girl in front of him was unexpectedly blushing as if she had heard some words of love.
Anne tried twice and found that she still couldn't call out his name as if nothing had happened. She gave up and asked directly.
"… So, what do you want to know?"
"Pa!" The book in Shylock's hand suddenly closed. The pair of gray-green eyes fell on her with scrutiny and interest.
Anne saw that the book in Shylock's hand was a boring history book that was as thick as a brick. It was the "Annals of the Eastern Empire" that she had been reading for the past two days.
Sure enough, she was right not to be stubborn.
Shylock looked at Anne opposite him. She was really too thin. Her whole body was almost sunk into the chair, which made her look younger than her actual age. The same light green eyes looked a little pitiful when they looked at each other.
But Mr. Holmes didn't feel like he was bullying the weak at all. He was even excited as if he had found a new toy.
"China."
Shylock only said one word in a confident tone.
Anne understood. She wasn't surprised that he hit the nail on the head. But she didn't answer immediately.
"If I tell you everything, can you help me keep it a secret?"
"Maybe." A stingy answer.
The detective leaned back in his chair leisurely. His slender fingers quickly tapped the exquisite cover of the book, making a rhythmic and pleasant sound. Occasionally, he looked up at the prey in front of him who had nowhere to run.
Anne sighed. "Okay, I'm from China. Or rather, I used to be from China. "
Shylock's happy fingers stopped moving. Although it was an answer that he had expected, his light green eyes still contracted when he heard it, then returned to normal.
This was interesting.
He and John Watson, Mrs. Hudson, and Mcauliffe had inexplicably come here from the 21st century, but at least they were still themselves.
Shylock knew that Mcauliffe had considered the possibility of wormholes and parallel spaces. But unfortunately, Shylock couldn't provide any effective help. Compared to his other scientific knowledge, the detective didn't have much knowledge of astrophysics.
This might be too polite. After all, Blessedcurls' knowledge of astronomy was infinitely close to zero. He didn't even know that the Earth revolved around the Sun. Or rather, these "unimportant" things were deleted by his super-strong brain, which was like a computer's hard drive.
Just as they were trying to scientifically explain this almost unexplainable space-time travel event in the 21st century, Shylock met Bentley and Darcy in London.
Since Blessedcurls' knowledge of literature was probably the same as his knowledge of astronomy, he certainly didn't know who Bentley and Darcy were. But Dr. Watson and Mrs. Hudson excitedly told him the story of a 19th-century prince and Cinderella.
Although Shylock had no interest in boring romantic love, he still came to Longbourn with Watson when Bentley invited him, hoping to find some clues — although they weren't sure what they were looking for.
This was probably the most clueless "case" Shylock had ever encountered.
As Sherlock had expected, Longbourn was quiet, peaceful, and uneventful. It was the kind of boring Sherlock hated the most.
Until Anne appeared.
Anne didn't know that on the day she came to Netherfield Garden, Shylock saw her through the window.
With just one glance, Shylock was sure that she didn't belong here, just like them.
This discovery at least saved his almost rusty brain from the bog of boredom.
Soon, Shylock found something different about her.
In fact, even if Anne didn't "turn herself in" today, Shylock's own deduction was close to the truth. Although this truth completely went against his scientific and rigorous mind.
Anne's story didn't last long. After all, although the story was bizarre, it wasn't complicated.
After she stopped, Shylock didn't react for a long time.
Anne was lucky enough to see his classic action when he was thinking, his fingertips touching his lips. Moreover, his beautiful light green eyes were unusually focused on her body, not moving at all.
This meant that the object of his thought was her.
Shylock didn't move, and Anne, who was locked by his gaze, stiffened. Gradually, even her breathing became a little irregular.
"Please pour me a cup of tea, thank you."
Shylock suddenly spoke very quickly. But his gaze was still fixed on her.
Anne glanced at the tea and tea set on the small coffee table next to his hand.
She didn't say anything. She stood up, walked to the coffee table, poured him a cup of tea, and then sat back down without saying a word.
Shylock finally looked away from her. He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
Anne finally heard the deep and pleasant voice again. "It was a pleasant conversation. If I need anything, I'll look for you again. Goodbye. "
The tone was cold and distant. It didn't sound like they had just shared each other's biggest secret.
Shylock suddenly stood up, and Anne felt as if a big tree had suddenly stood up in front of her. Before she could come back to her senses, the "big tree" turned around and walked straight to the door.
"Wait a minute!" Anne finally stopped Shylock before he walked out of the library.
That pair of light green eyes turned and landed on her body again.
Shylock stood at the door. Anne was still in her original position, but she had stood up. The two of them stood at opposite ends of the room, looking at each other with the same light green eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes. My family and friends don't know about these things, and I hope they never need to know. I love them very much. If possible, please help me keep these secrets. "
Although Anne's voice was very soft, her tone was serious and sincere.
It was rare for the detective to patiently listen to this illogical "nonsense."
Shylock's pale lips curled up imperceptibly. Then, he said,
"Why would I tell those insignificant people these things that their barren brains will never understand?"
Anne, who was choked to the point of being unable to refute, and who was afraid that she would never be able to refute in the long life of the two of them: "…"
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