Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The desktop is full of various printed drawings, the busy crowd in the black and white office, the documents handed over by the assistant, and the freehand sketches on the documents that are so bad that they explode.

Elena looked at the scene in front of her, and scratched her hair anxiously.

Although she was clearly in the room with the air conditioner on, she felt as if she was being exposed to the scorching sun outside.

The manuscript will be handed in tomorrow, Party A is in a hurry, and these things handed in can't even pass a round.

She flipped through them one by one, holding the pen tighter and tighter.

The anxiety in her heart was getting stronger and stronger, and until the last stack of documents, Elena didn't find a single decent thing.

Elena put the things aside in annoyance, saying "All over again—" was about to get ready to go.

She jerked herself out of her sleep.

In front of her is the interior decoration style that she usually finds complicated and cumbersome—a large number of carved patterns are used, and the color saturation is extremely high.

Several days have passed since she came here, but Elena still frowned a little unaccustomed.

Just as she was staring at the embroidered quilt in a daze, someone knocked on the door outside, "Can I come in, Miss Elena?"

Elena put on a cotton shirt in a dull manner, and then combed her hair a little, "Please come in."

It was Mrs. Hill, the housekeeper of the villa, who pushed the door and came in.

Mrs. Hill swiftly arranged the washbasins filled with clean water one by one, put the dried flannel towels on the side rack, and carefully placed the boiling hot water pot that had just been brought out of the kitchen on the table. .

After finishing all this, Mrs. Hill straightened her skirt, "Good morning, Miss Elena."

Elena stretched slowly, "Good morning, Mrs. Hill."

She scooped up a handful of water and patted it gently on her face as she remembered.

This is a certain castle in the most prosperous town in Northumberland, and Elena's current identity is a countess.

The countess, who had the same name as her, and whose full name was Elena Molson, passed away without a sound on the night of arguing with her father a few days ago.

That time point happened to be the time when Elena suffered a cardiac arrest due to long-term overtime work.

So by coincidence, the modern Elena came to the Victorian Elena, and received the memory of the countess, and became another person.

Thinking of this, Elena sighed.

In my memory, the original owner of this body studied architecture with his father since he was a child. He is good at painting and physical calculation, and has a deep understanding of mechanics.

She has been involved in her father's architectural firm from the past few years and began to help him.

But I don't know why my father changed his face when he said that he changed his face, and he was so focused on getting her ready to marry.

Eileen guessed blindly that it was because menopause had arrived, the Earl was moody, and was preoccupied with the idea of ​​having grandchildren.

But due to social reasons at this time, if the countess really chooses to marry, she will not only lose her property, but also have to depend on her husband for survival.

That's why she not only had a big fight with her father, but was so annoyed that she didn't go downstairs for dinner for several days.

Elena gathered the long sleeves of the white shirt, grabbed the fluffy hair at the back of her head, and then let it down gently.

She was originally an Asian, although the facial features of the countess were quite similar to hers, but the soft red-brown hair was slightly different from her own black hair, not to mention...

The countess was not a hairless person.

Well, that made her slightly envious.

After washing up, Mrs. Hill was planning to go downstairs with the sewage bucket.

Elena suddenly asked casually, "Is there anything interesting today?"

"Interesting?" Mrs. Hill looked back at Elena and shook her head, "It seems to be the same as usual, nothing different. Oh, by the way, the Earl told you to go down for dinner at night. I'll listen to the kitchen. Said that an important guest came to visit."

After a pause, she added, "My dear lady, please don't make the Earl unhappy anymore, he—"

"He got angry at you?" Elena asked curiously.

Could it be that her father, whom she had never met, had the characteristic of attacking in groups after getting angry, so Mrs. Hill was trembling, lest she would offend the boss again and cause all the staff to be murdered?

"That's not true," Mrs. Hill was taken aback by the question, "The Earl is not that kind of person."

"Then why are you panicking?" Elena shrugged and followed her downstairs, "If he gets angry, he can get angry, and I'm still angry. How can he only be allowed to be angry and not me? he?"

"But he is your father, miss," Mrs. Hill said helplessly, "you shouldn't say that about your father. What's more, children should always bow their heads first."

She originally wanted to persuade the father and daughter to ease the tense atmosphere in the manor, but why does it seem that something is not right now?

"Then I will not bow my head today and let him see the dangers of society," Elena said while leaning on the armrest.

The earl's father didn't come to see her for the past two days, nor did he arrange any outings, so Eileen stayed at home and wandered around.

Elena, who had lost her job, was like a labor machine that was fully charged but had nowhere to release it. She grabbed something and wanted to say something.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice suddenly came from below.

"Who do you want to show the dangers of society?" asked her father in this body.

Elena looked towards the source of the sound. The count was sitting in the dining room under the stairs, looking at them with a straight face.

Mrs. Hill's reaction was quite timely. She hurriedly called out "My lord" and lowered her head.

Elena didn't expect the earl to ask so directly and eavesdrop for so long.

"Who should be," she said simply.

The count was not angry when he heard this.

He said calmly, "Don't think that just because you annoy me, you can avoid the evening entertainment, Elena. You must come down."

The earl definitely believed that his daughter must have provoked him deliberately so that he could be punished by confinement, thus successfully escaping the blind date banquet at night.

He quietly applauded his meticulous logic, and put on a serious posture, waiting for Elena's answer.

"Oh, yes," Elena replied perfunctorily, "whatever you say is what you say."

Her answers were soulless, almost paragons of perfunctory.

The Earl was a little angry, but he didn't know what to reply.

He simply skipped the topic, and said in a deep voice, "Don't think about those outlandish ideas, clean yourself up, and don't embarrass our family!"

He finished his plate in two or three bites, and left quickly, leaving Elena alone in the dining room.

Fortunately, Eileen also enjoyed being alone, so she didn't rush to finish her meal, and slowly ate while watching.

The villa where Elena is currently living is priceless, and the religious artistic sculptures on the dome and the oil painting portraits hanging around are also treasures.

These are quite rare in modern times. After all, there are very few medieval manors that survived the war, and most of the surviving ones have owners, so it is difficult to enter and visit without access.

However, Elena has always been a loyal advocate of minimalism, and the requirement for the interior is to be as simple as possible, and she does not have a high opinion of such a design that pursues exquisiteness.

In front of her was a highly saturated red, purple, purple, orange, and orange. Although the engraving was extremely gorgeous and eye-catching, it was completely unsuitable for her taste.

To be honest, there is an illusion of wearing a suit and straying into a country song and dance troupe, surrounded by enthusiastic aunts with red willows and green flowers.

After breakfast, she drew a few sketches, and then stared blankly at the rows of clothes on the wall.

Most of the Countess's skirts were not purchased by herself, but were specially designed and customized by tailors. Due to the complicated fashion nowadays, most of her skirts were also inlaid with precious stones, which were extraordinarily gorgeous.

Elena picked and picked, and pulled out a relatively simple off-white tunic dress, and lightly touched the row of tunics underneath.

The Countess had never been to school, and basically her tutor and her father took on the responsibility of teaching her separately. Apart from the necessary communication, she hardly interacted with others, so she was somewhat out of touch with society.

In my memory, she basically doesn't wear a corset no matter whether she is at home or going out, and even in the social season, she hardly talks to people, and mainly draws sketches in the corner.

Most of the current corsets are tailor-made and not considered tight. They are mostly used instead of underwear, and cushions are used to heighten the back and buttocks.Elena tried a little with the help of the maid, and felt a little unaccustomed, but she could barely bear it.

She changed her clothes, washed her face, and went downstairs directly.

Immediately afterwards, she immediately regretted her hasty promise of a blind date.

In fact, what she is about to face is not one person, but a group of people.

After dinner, she had to give up her original arrangements for the evening, and accompanied the guests to play cards, drink tea, chat, and even dance.

Elena leaned on the soft chair, holding a stack of cards in her hand, she couldn't help studying the exquisite buildings painted on the cards.

After a little distraction, only she and the "blind date" were left in the card room.

Before she could speak, the man moved his chair and sat down.

"Oh, how many children do you think we should have after we get married?" He said, "Three, I like three, this number is auspicious."

Elena:?

She almost wondered if she went to the wrong place, or if she crossed over again.

And the man who felt good about himself continued, "Sir, two sons, I think one is not enough, at least two are needed, one is responsible for inheriting the family business, the second just inherits your title, and then has another daughter, yes, I Like daughters, girls are always soft-hearted. But while it is true, I still think your legacy should be left to the sons."

The topic became more and more outrageous, as if they had not only made a private decision for life, but also started to talk about the future.

"Mr. Melas," Elena had to interrupt him, "is it too early to talk about this now?"

"It's too early? Dear," he nodded towards Elena, "but it's not too early at all. It's a man's advantage to have enough foresight."

His 'honey' gave Elena a jolt.

"But I haven't promised you anything, sir," Elena said, frowning, "Why do you..."

"Oh, girl, I have no doubt that you will agree with me," said Mr. Melas, "after all, I am one of the few enlightened people, and I am rich enough. But we have agreed in advance that after marriage, I will not interfere with my relationship with you." My lover, you know, for a successful gentleman like me, a lover is a kind of elegance."

He glanced at Elena, hummed an unknown tune, and said, "Of course, illegitimate children will not have the right to inherit, and it is impossible for me to let them threaten your status. Don't worry, countess, after you marry me, you will be better than me." It's much happier here."

"But I didn't even promise to marry you!" Elena retorted unbearably, "Is there something wrong with your mind?"

She felt that this guy exuded a greasy and weird smell, the kind of greasy that could scrape off at least ten catties of oil.

"Oh, don't be so rude, Miss, how could you not agree to marry me?" Mr. Melas spread his hands, "I am so rich, and we are so well matched. Oh, of course, if you are dissatisfied with the lover , I promise to give you the corresponding respect, and you can also play a game or two with your little guy-provided that you don’t play with them to your death, you know.”

He said in a sticky voice, which made Elena's scalp tingle.

When she thought that if she agreed to the hint of a blind date, she would definitely be urged by her father to get married.

If you agree to get married, you will face idle days like today.

Drinking tea and chatting is like playing chess on the roadside after retirement, and the dance party is like a gathering place for square dancing.

Elena: I was clearly in my youth, and I was supposed to shine for my career, but I was forced to live a retirement life ahead of schedule.There may be several more children.Wait, there are kids.

Thinking of the child, Elena shivered.run!must run!

As for the one in front of her... She smiled at Mr. Melas, who was still smelling greasy.

"That can't be done," Elena said. "I have a unique, little hobby. Do you know what it is?"