Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena on the other side couldn't help laughing.

She thought back on what had happened, but laughed more and more vigorously.

"Dr. Watson," she said, "I think you would not mind making a change, and next time you read a paper, pay a little attention to who the author is?"

Before she finished speaking, Elena couldn't help laughing again.

Holmes leaned back on the chair in a relaxed manner, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Watson looked at Elena, then at Holmes, and shook his head.

Thinking of what he said, he also laughed.

"However, I've always been curious about one thing," Elena asked after laughing, "Mr. Holmes, what do you do? Detective?"

She only knew that this famous man was a detective, probably as powerful as her friends had told her, but she didn't know exactly how powerful it was.

"To be precise, it is consulting detectives," he took out his pipe, "that article revealed what I live on. Many people entrusted me to work, consulted me on the difficulties they encountered in the process of solving the case, and provided me with evidence , I rely on my mind, knowledge, and experience to correct their detailed mistakes and guide their thinking on the right track."

Biting his pipe, he pointed to his head, with some pride in his words.

"Miss Molson, everything I can make a living off of this is in here."

Elena nodded, and took another bite of the egg on the plate.

"So, you should be the only practitioner of the consulting detective profession?" Watson asked curiously, "The first consulting detective in the world?"

Holmes shrugged, "I am probably the only one in the whole world."

Suddenly, he got up from the chair and walked quickly to the window.

Frowning and looking out the window twice, he relaxed again, lazily nestling back in the chair.

"Miss Molson, I suggest you hurry up and finish your meal, your friend is visiting you," he said.

"My friend?" Elena was a little puzzled.

After speaking, the door knocker was knocked.

Elena quickly swallowed the fried egg in her mouth, straightened her skirt, and went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a young lady.

She wears a floor-length blue velvet cloak, the intricate and delicate pattern of peacock feathers on the shoulders shows that the cloak is of great value, and she wears a hat decorated with feathers, which looks quite fashionable.

Irene's old friend from the past, Irene Adler, is standing at the door right now, looking at her with great interest.

"I came from the theater, and my attire is a bit complicated." Her voice was pleasant and pleasant, with a unique rhythm, "Long time no see, Elena, don't you look forward to seeing me?"

Elena shook her head.

Although it was indeed delayed, it must not be revealed.

"Of course not," Elena flatly denied, "Long time no see, come in first, let me make you a cup of tea."

"It seems a little unhappy," Miss Adler smiled. "Don't worry, I have some good news for you."

She calmly followed Elena into this somewhat simple house, and then went up to Elena's living room on the third floor.

Elena went downstairs to get hot water, while Miss Adler took off her hat and cloak, put them aside, and began to look at the room.

There is not much furniture, neatly arranged line drafts and books are piled up in the living room, paints are neatly placed on the other side, and a half-painted sketch is placed on the table by the window.

She glanced at it and found that it was the scenery she could see through the window.

"Don't touch my painting," Elena said as she went upstairs steadily, adding tea to their cups, "and why did you come to me suddenly? Is something wrong?"

"No, I just came to see you. By the way, do you have time in the afternoon? Come and sit with me." Miss Adler looked at the surrounding environment for a while, "It's very clean, and the decoration is quite unique. Yes Your usual style."

"Then the good news you just said?" Elena asked incredulously, "If you have something to say, just say it, I don't want to be around here."

She took another sip of her tea.

"It's about your work," Miss Adler smiled, "It's amazing, I heard your rumors at the theater yesterday - the rebellious Earl and Miss actually made a big fuss in the construction office, and brought her parents to do evil together .”

She reached out and touched the decorative daisies on the table, gently pinching the tender petals.

Turning a deaf ear to Miss Adler's ridicule, Elena felt that there should be more exaggerated rumors.

"That's all?" She shook her head, "I guess it's more than that."

Miss Adler nodded.

"There were also rumors that you had an ulterior relationship with that architect, but he told it all out, and he shut down the firm directly in a fit of anger," she said with a smile, "It's getting more and more outrageous."

"An ulterior relationship?" Elena frowned. "The ulterior motive is probably because he has no brains. I guess he can't even paint."

And should be of average ability.

Speaking of which, she wanted to complain.

"It's okay if you don't have a brain, and painting is just average," Elena muttered, "Who gave him the courage to talk nonsense. I feel like I wasted a lot of time."

"Choosing a lover is not about whether their paintings are ugly or not." Miss Adler rolled her eyes with a smile, "I saw you like this a few years ago, and when I see you a few years later, why are you still like this?"

The first time they met was when Irene Adler was invited to a banquet, and they happened to meet Irene who was still a little girl.

At that time, she was dressed formally, but her expression was uncoordinated. She was standing behind a young man looking at something with a straight face.

Miss Adler thought she was young and admired Ai, probably because the little girl was thin-skinned and embarrassed, but she didn't know how to start a conversation.

She stepped forward and patted Elena on the back quietly, and asked with a smile, "Do you need help?"

"No, thank you, miss," Elena replied very politely at that time, "Compared with me, maybe this gentleman needs help more."

Being too young to hide things, she couldn't help muttering, "The painting is too bad."

In this way, Elena's picky and old-fashioned appearance impressed her deeply.

Elena shrugged.

"I feel that you are no different from a few years ago," she said perfunctorily, "Is there anything else? If not, I won't keep you. See you this afternoon."

She was eager to continue painting.

Seeing Elena rushing away, Miss Adler shook her head helplessly, resisting the idea of ​​teasing her.

"One of the regulars at the theater is the head of the architectural firm," she said, "and he's interested in asking you to join him."

"Are you sure?" Elena rubbed the cup, "I think after I made a fuss, no firm would be willing to take me in?"

She looked straight into her friend's eyes, "There's no need to ask for help for me. It's useless if I go to a place where you don't believe me."

Elena knew that this old friend had always had a good relationship with her. When she fell out with her family and was isolated and helpless, she would have given her a helping hand, but she didn't really want her friend to owe favors for her.

"It's good for me to settle down at home for a few days, and draw more pictures, so as not to be unfamiliar with my hands, and to avoid the limelight," she explained a few more words in order to avoid embarrassing Miss Adler.

"No, don't look down on yourself like this," Miss Adler said, "actually, it was the olive branch that he handed over first. Your reputation is not a problem, but ability is the most important thing. He lacks a leader, you lack It’s a platform that just works for cooperation, so I worked it a little bit.”

After saying this, her face suddenly darkened.

As if she had made up her mind, Miss Adler stood up, quickly drew the curtains, closed the door, and turned around to look at Elena who was confused by her movements.

"I don't think you need to be so... nervous," Elena said, "When I say seeing off guests, I'm just talking about it."

Elena scratched her hair, didn't she really take it seriously?I was really just kidding myself.

"No," Miss Adler lowered her voice and walked back to her seat.

Then he took her hand with some seriousness.

She sighed, with an elegant posture, but there was anxiety that could not be concealed in her words.

"Tell me, how did you provoke that force?" Miss Adler asked, "I got some news. They are lurking in the underground sewers of London, and now they are very concerned about you."

Elena was stunned, "What? What kind of power?"

She is a person who pays taxes honestly, works diligently, and abides by laws and regulations. How can she get into trouble with underground forces?

"Who knows," Miss Adler said, "but I'm just here to remind you to pay attention. Don't worry too much. It's impossible to ask you to build a house for their underground headquarters because of the rumors about you."

As soon as these words came out, Elena relaxed.

"That won't work," she joked, "I can budget until they go bankrupt."