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Seeing off Mr. Lesterred, Holmes was still leaning back in his armchair, looking a little lazy and a little loveless.

Agatha didn't bother Holmes, she walked to the bar, put away the tea sets scattered in the bar, and when she got back to her place, she planned to go upstairs to read a book or do something.

She had long accepted the fact that she had traveled to the world of Sherlock Holmes and had to plan for the future.

Living on Baker Street wasn't a long-term solution, and sooner or later she and Sherlock Holmes would part ways.

Agatha thought about things in her heart, and walked out a little absent-mindedly, and just as her hand was about to close the doorknob to open the door, the voice of Sherlock Holmes came from behind her—

"Do you think John Horner is really missing?"

Sherlock Holmes has a beautiful voice, low and pleasant, like a cello-like tone. At one point, Agatha thought that if he could speak in a softer tone, he could hypnotize the world without much effort.

The hand that had been in mid-air was withdrawn, and Agatha turned her head to meet Holmes's sky-gray eyes.

He smiled at Agatha and said in a close tone, "Agatha, sit on the couch." ”

It looks like a big-tailed wolf luring its prey.

Agatha: "......"

Holmes's smile was also gentle, "I know you must have something in mind. ”

Agatha looked at him, then at last, and finally couldn't help but say, "Can you stop laughing like that?" ”

Sherlock holmes:???

Agatha blinked her blue eyes and said in an innocent tone: "You smile like this, it easily reminds me of Escott, a liar." ”

The smile on Holmes' face froze, "...... I'm not going to lie to you right now. ”

Seeing him look embarrassed was a rare sight, Agatha wanted to laugh a little, but held back.

She walked over and sat down on the couch across from the man. The weather was a little cold, and after cleaning up the tea set, her hands felt a little cold, and she reached out to the fireplace to warm up.

"I don't really have any special thoughts, because in a big city like London, which houses millions of people, people go missing every day, John Horner is just one of those people, and I don't have much curiosity about his disappearance."

The fire in the fireplace was burning just right, the light of the fire reflected on her white and slender fingers, her long, thick eyelashes drooping, Agatha's red lips slightly curled, and her voice was light.

"Today is twenty-two, and three days later it will be Christmas. Sherlock, I'm just curious, can you find John Horner before Christmas? ”

Holmes smiled, he leaned over slightly, and looked at Agatha with a smile in his eyes: "My fiancée seems to want to see me in trouble?" ”

Agatha categorically denied: "There is no such thing. ”

Denying it too quickly, Holmes gave her a second look.

"Young lady, your lying skills need to be improved."

Holmes finally got up from his armchair, walked over to the wine cabinet, picked through it for a moment, took a bottle of wine from it, and then walked around to the back of the bar and picked out two goblets side by side.

As he searched for the corkscrew, he said to Agatha, "Do you know what the Countess was doing from the time John Horner left the Hotel Metropolitan to the day he disappeared?" ”

Agatha shook her head, "I don't know. ”

If she knew, the detective would probably have to be replaced.

Sherlock Holmes, who found the corkscrew, chuckled and asked her, "Have you read today's morning paper?" ”

Agatha froze, her eyes falling on the morning newspaper that Holmes had placed on the coffee table next to her armchair.

She took the morning newspaper and found a news item in the London morning newspaper that the Countess of Moca's favorite necklace, Angel's Tears, was going to be auctioned on Christmas Eve.

Agatha's tone was a little surprised: "Countess Moka actually wants to sell Angel Tears? ”

Sherlock Holmes, who was at the bar, had already opened the wine and poured the crimson liquid on the goblet, he didn't look at Agatha, and his tone was even more surprised, "Have you heard of Angel Tears?" ”

Agatha hadn't just heard of Angel Tears, she had even seen the Countess carry that necklace up close.

Angel's Tears is a gold necklace, the gold necklace is nothing special, the special thing is that the pendant of the necklace is a sapphire, and the necklace is named after the sapphire.

Angel's Tears is a garnet from the eastern country, and it has all the characteristics of garnet, and it is also very different-

Generally, garnets are red, angel tears are blue, pearlescent, eye-catching.

"I have accompanied Lady Mill Walton to a banquet, and have met the Countess in the dressing room. She wore Angel's Tears that day, and the audience was watching. When Mrs. Millwharton returned to Appledor Villa, she spoke to Mr. Millwharton with envy about Angel's Tears. ”

The memories of Angel Tears are all from the original body. Agatha did not hide it, she recalled the memory of Angel's Tears in her mind, and her serious expression looked very charming against the light of the fireplace.

"Mr. Milwarton is not a good man, but he does not want to be contaminated with the tears of angels. He advised Mrs. Millwharton not to fight the idea of Angel Tears, which had already led to several murders and thefts. The Angel's Tears were rumored to be God-blessed gems, but Mr. Millwarton said that they were demonic bait, and that although he loved money, he did not want to touch these things that he knew were evil. ”

Sherlock Holmes set the bottle aside and beckoned to Agatha, who was sitting on the couch, "Come for a drink?" ”

Agatha thought to herself, what is the habit of drinking in broad daylight?

But everything in Sherlock Holmes cannot be viewed with common sense, just get used to it.

Agatha walked over to the bar and sat down on a high chair, and Holmes pushed one of the goblets with red wine to her, before slowly picking up Agatha's words, "I thought Milwalton was only thinking about how to extort money from others, but I didn't expect him to have this kind of awareness." ”

The man's tone was contemptuous, and sarcasm came over his face.

Agatha looked at herself as she lifted the glass that had been pushed to her, pretending not to hear Holmes' sarcasm at Mill Walton.

Milwalton is not a good man, and he is not wronged by being murdered, but Mill Walton has not treated Agatha in Appledor Villa badly.

The faint aroma of wine spread from her mouth, and Agatha was not too used to it, and her delicate brows frowned slightly.

Holmes' gaze fell on Agatha's face, "Not only Angel's Tears, but in fact, all the gems in the world are the same, they are all devil's bait. The Tears of the Angel were found on the banks of the rivers of Oriental China, and it has only been more than twenty years, and it has already caused so many crimes. This is especially true of larger, older precious stones. ”

Agatha: "Although John Horner had been guilty of stealing before, it would be too far-fetched to think that his disappearance had something to do with Angel Tears. ”

Holmes didn't speak, his long body leaned against the bar, and his hand holding the goblet gently shook the liquid in the glass, his expression a little uncertain.

Finding someone in a city that accommodates millions of people is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack, and Agatha wondered what Holmes would do.

So she patiently accompanied Holmes to drink, and drank glass after glass, and the bottle of wine that Holmes had opened was all drunk, and she put herself down, and Holmes still looked silent and contemplative.

The scenery in front of her spun uncontrollably, Agatha's delicate eyebrows twisted slightly, and she couldn't help but ask Holmes, "Aren't you going to work yet?" ”

She propped one hand on her forehead, and a few strands of her long, chestnut hair were scattered across the bar.

Sherlock Holmes snatched the goblet between the two of them, and his fingers picked up the chestnut hair that hung from the bar, the silky strands of hair wrapped between his fingers, and the touch was no different from that of memory.

Fingers let go, strands of chestnut hair wrapped between fingers fell to the bar again, and Holmes looked at the girl opposite, the skin at the corners of her eyes glowing with a faint pink, and her blue eyes were slightly drunk from the alcohol.

Holmes leaned close to her, and the distance between the two was so close that he could kiss if he got even closer.

Sherlock Holmes: "Who are you?" ”

The Agatha he knew was not so calm and composed, and Milwalton, although he favored Agatha, did not teach her much scheming. A man with a calculating mind would not put a calm and alert little maid into a study full of secrets.

Agatha stared at the close gray eyes, smiled and whispered to him, "Can't you guess?" ”

A faint floral fragrance suddenly lingered on the tip of his nose, and Holmes's breathing was sluggish.

Agatha didn't see any problem with the distance between the two, and she looked at Holmes, her chin slightly raised.

A soft touch landed on Holmes' lips.

Sherlock Holmes: "......! ”