Shylock's eyes shone with excitement in the dim night.
Anne was stunned. What did he just say?
Shylock was still asking, "Someone died? Who? Where? Aren't you here for help? "
The maid seemed to have finally reacted and cried out, "Oh my God!" She finally found a breakthrough in her panic and immediately shouted, "It's poor Mr. Carter! He fell in the living room, covered in blood … I really don't know who killed him … Oh my God, he's bleeding so much … I believe he must have run out of blood … I have to inform Mrs. Carter right away … "
After the maid finished speaking, she hurriedly rushed into the dance venue.
It seemed that tonight's dance was going to end early.
There was a murder in Longbourn.
Anne couldn't believe it, and then she saw Shylock, who seemed to be excited all over.
His hands were still in the pockets of his trousers, but an irrepressible smile gradually appeared on his overly white cheeks.
It wasn't a perfunctory smile, but a genuine smile of joy.
Anne was too familiar with this smile. It was the expression that appeared on his face when he encountered an interesting case. Although it was just a simple murder in the countryside, and not enough to make him jump for joy, it was better than nothing for his brain, which had been idle for too long.
"Mr. Holmes …" Anne said hesitantly. She suddenly began to understand Mrs. Hudson. It was really not appropriate to be so happy when someone died, although she was willing to do anything to keep the smile on his face.
But Anne couldn't finish her sentence, and obviously, Shylock didn't hear her at all.
"This boring village is finally interesting, Miss Anne De Boer!"
Shylock turned to face her, and his big hand fell on her shoulder, shaking it excitedly.
Well, it seemed that she played the role of Mrs. Hudson. Annie smiled as she watched his childish behavior. His gray-green eyes seemed even more profound against the backdrop of the night sky.
I wonder if he'll kiss me like he did to Mrs. Hudson?
Just as Anne was thinking this, she saw the arrogant smile on his face suddenly disappear …
It was just a light touch.
Anne was completely frozen.
The starlight above his head shone brilliantly, as if it was slowly falling down at an illusory speed.
The curls on his forehead brushed against the tip of her ear, soft and ticklish.
His harsh lips seemed to carry the chill of the night.
Shylock didn't realize what he had done until he felt the warmth of her cheeks.
But he soon calmly let go of her, his face expressionless. He turned around and strode into the darkness.
"What are you waiting for, Miss Deboer? The game has already begun. "
Hearing his voice, Anne subconsciously followed him. He didn't think of asking where they were going either.
The two of them, one behind the other, did not speak for a long time. Only the sound of footsteps on the grass could be heard.
After a while, Anne realized that this was not the way back to Netherfield Garden.
There had just been a murder, so it was obvious where Shylock was rushing to. Anne didn't find it strange that he knew where the crime scene was. Anyway, Sherlock Holmes should know everything.
But, why did she want to go with him?
Anne raised her head and looked around.
In terms of population, this village was indeed not big. But the United Kingdom was vast and sparsely populated. In terms of size alone, Longbourn was not small. Between each manor, there were sometimes even a few kilometers apart.
So, Anne had no idea where they were now.
As a directionally challenged person, she might not even be able to find the way back to Netherfield Garden during the day, let alone at night.
She could only bite the bullet and walk forward. On the dirt road in the countryside, she was wearing a cumbersome long dress. After a while, she was panting.
Anne knew her body well and gradually stopped forcing herself to follow Shylock's footsteps. Anne guessed that he was probably thinking about the case or something. Although she was tired, she didn't want to disturb him.
But what Shylock was thinking now probably had nothing to do with the case.
Sherlock Holmes never admitted that he made mistakes.
But he seemed to have made two mistakes in a row tonight.
The first one was that he kissed her. Although it was just her cheek.
In Shylock's opinion, this was at most a mistake. He was just too excited.
His super memory came into play at this moment. Shylock remembered all the details of the kiss.
The grass, the night, the starry sky. There was also faint music coming from the dance venue.
Everything looked perfect.
And this kiss wasn't annoying at all. The smooth touch of her cheek was a bit like his silk pajamas, but lighter and warmer than silk, and there was a light fragrance that made him feel comfortable and secure.
It was just that she was a little too short. He had to bend down to barely reach her.
Mr. Holmes thought with some disdain.
But she was only 18 years old now, so she should be able to grow taller. According to the growth pattern of bones, women still had hope of growing taller before the age of 21. As long as she was willing to exercise properly and eat more high-protein food in her diet. It was also important to ensure that she got enough sleep.
Then Shylock remembered her insomnia. If she continued to lose sleep, she would probably be short for the rest of her life.
He hoped that her future boyfriend would not dislike her inconvenient height for kissing.
At this moment, Mr. Holmes, who had the "strongest brain," forgot that Anne could find a boyfriend who was not as tall as him.
Moreover, Mr. Holmes did not know that in the future, he could find ten thousand ways to solve the inconvenience caused by the height difference between the two of them.
The second mistake was that he did not wait for John, but invited her to investigate the case together.
Look at her small body. If she fainted at the scene later, he swore that he would throw her out.
Anne's physical strength finally reached its limit. The distance between her and Shylock was getting bigger and bigger. She almost lost sight of his back in the night.
It seemed that he was really engrossed in the case and did not even realize that she was so far behind.
"Mr. Holmes." Anne had to call out to him.
Shylock stopped and turned around. He saw her sitting on a stone by the road in an indecent manner.
He glanced at her silently. Then he walked over.
Anne did not care about being elegant anymore. She did not want to scare the detective in front of her when she had an asthma attack.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't walk anymore. How far are we? "Anne asked apologetically.
Besides, it's so far away. Why didn't we take a carriage?
But Anne did not ask this question.
And Mr. Holmes proudly answered her unasked question.
"By the time you wake up the drunk coachman in the corner, and by the time he gets the carriage and rushes over, I'll have caught the murderer."
Shylock turned to look at her. "That's if you don't hold me back."
"I thought we were going back …" Anne subconsciously retorted. She looked up and met the cold gaze standing in front of her.
Fine. She did not ask clearly.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I delayed your investigation, Mr. Holmes." Anne apologized softly.
Sherlock, who was standing straight, glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. Annie could almost imagine a proud snort in her mind.
Mr. Holmes, who did not feel that there was anything wrong with shifting the blame, was very pleased with her good attitude.
Anne was really sorry. She was physically weak, but she did not have the courage to let Shylock leave first and stay here alone.
Shylock did not seem to be anxious. He looked up in the direction they came from, then his gaze returned to Anne. He lowered his head and thought for a moment.
"Sit here and don't move. I think your dear fiancé will come and pick you up soon. "
After Mr. Holmes finished speaking in a low and pleasant voice, he turned and left without hesitation.
Anne watched as his tall and thin figure quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night.
So Shylock really left her alone in the wilderness. And in a situation where a murder had just happened nearby?!
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After a long time, Miss Anne De Boer started to dig up old scores.
Anne said, "You left me alone in the suburbs of Longbourn. And there had just been a murder there. "
Shylock didn't think it was a problem at all. "Thanks to your weak body, dear Miss Deboer, you walk slower than a turtle. John and …"
Mr. Holmes paused and changed the name. "John and Bentley will be here in a few minutes."
No woman would be satisfied with this answer. "But you should know very well that anything can happen in a few minutes."
Mr. Sherlock Holmes began to look at her with his beautiful gray-green eyes again. "You must be sure, my dear, that I would never, under any circumstances, put you in danger," he said in a serious voice.
Anne blushed and resisted stubbornly. "But it was at night. Wouldn't I be afraid to be alone?"
Shylock frowned and looked at her. Obviously, he had only considered the risk factor at that time and had not considered her fragile psychological factor.
Seeing him like this, Anne didn't have the heart to pursue the matter. She softened her tone. "But fortunately, Darcy will be here soon. After he appeared, I was no longer afraid."
After Anne finished speaking, she found that Mr. Holmes's handsome eyebrows were knitted even tighter.
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