Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

After seeing off the guests, Elena was drawing the remaining half of the sketches while thinking about what could cause her to offend the underground organization in London.

She combed through her memory again.

Except for working overtime and staying up late with the employees in the self-run construction firm, she doesn't go out often, and she doesn't like to attend banquets very much. Elena basically hides in the corner and draws peacefully. Trouble possible.

After thinking about it, she made a bold guess.

Could it be... some employees hate staying up late, so they decided to eliminate her as the culprit, so as to solve all troubles?

That doesn't make sense either.

After Elena was ordered by the Earl to leave the office, it was impossible to remotely control the staff to stay up all night to work. Now that the master's power has returned to the Earl, it is absolutely impossible to pay for overtime.

Or maybe there used to be members of an underground organization who sneaked into the construction office, intending to do something wrong and keep some secrets, but they were oppressed by the crazy and endless overtime work, almost bald, and finally went home to file a complaint. Bundled into an alley and beaten to vent?

But that doesn't make sense either.

As much as Elena loves her job, she's also very self-aware.

I usually have strict requirements on my employees, but basically after the completion of the project, I will give out bonuses together with overtime allowances to appease the employees who have been criticized.

Generally speaking, if you give money to holidays, basically everyone has no complaints.

But there are always so many strange creatures in the world... what if she encounters one of them?

But the earl's sudden change of attitude, and his concealment of the reasons for the change of attitude, made her a layer of doubts.

Could it be the earl...

"Eileen, come down to eat!" Mrs. Hudson's voice came from below.

Elena's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Forget it, it's useless to think about it now.

She sighed, finished the last few strokes and put them in her exercise book, then adjusted her clothes a little and went down to eat.

After resting for a while, Elena had to change again and go to the address given by Miss Adler.

She squeezed the envelope from last time, and reached out to stop a carriage.

"Miss, where are you going?" The coachman shook the rope, causing the horse in front to snort. "Theatre? Concert hall?"

"Serpentine Street," said Irene, "do you know where the Brioni House is?"

"Of course," he said without any hesitation, "You are asking the right person if you ask this. Are you looking for a friend?"

"Yes," Elena said while holding the side of the hood, "Have you ever heard of the name Irene Adler? I'm looking for her."

As soon as Miss Adler's name was spoken, Elena clearly felt that the driver in front seemed to suddenly become eager.

"Oh, oh, I should have thought of it earlier," he said heartily, "it's really natural for you to know Miss Adler. Of course I know Miss Adler, she is a famous female singer in this area. "

"So, is she famous?" Elena asked curiously.

Then Elena regretted the move.

She was forced to listen to the rainbow fart about Miss Adler on the rickety carriage, until she got off the carriage, those adjectives about noble, beautiful, elegant, dignified and generous were still lingering in her mind.

So, when Elena knocked on the door and entered the room, she sat down on a chair and began.

The first sentence blurted out without thinking, "Irene, you look really good in your clothes today."

Adler glanced at her unexpectedly.

"You are especially good at talking this afternoon." She looked left and right, "Someone dropped you? The person who came to me is not workaholic Elena Molson, but someone else?"

Anyway, I've said it all, so Elena just continued to make up without changing her face.

"Yes, I'm not Elena Molson," she said calmly, "I'm Elena. I was persuaded by the driver. I think Miss Adler is beautiful. Molson is a very powerful big shot .Come here to support Miss Adler."

She didn't believe what she said.

Miss Adler covered her mouth and laughed a few times, "Then you don't have to talk nicely to coax me."

Just as she was about to tease Elena a few words, she heard the doorbell rang again.

After opening the door, a well-dressed, rather serious middle-aged man came in.

With his neatly combed back hair and a black and white suit, he strode towards the sofa in the living room.

He glanced at Elena, but suddenly accelerated and walked in her direction.

Then he grabbed Elena's hand.

This is an extremely abrupt move. Generally speaking, if a man wants to hold a woman's hand, he always needs the consent of the woman, and unless the two know each other in advance, they need an intermediary to introduce them.

Elena frowned, "What are you doing?"

She quickly shook off the reckless man's hand, but was overwhelmed by his sudden cry.

The man named Brut said with tears in his eyes, "Miss Molson, I need you so much! Our firm lacks talents like you who are all-around graphic architects! The project I am handling here, You are really the best choice!"

Elena was stunned when she heard that.

Why is she irreplaceable?

After sobbing a few times, Brutt slowly explained the whole story.

The architect firm he ran was declining day by day due to poor management, but received a project a few days ago.

Although it was just an ordinary design of a private villa, and there was nothing special to pay attention to, but after signing the contract, the architect changed jobs.

Originally, there were only two architects in the firm, one was his nephew, and the other simply left with other architectural firms. If the project could not be completed, he would have to bear the huge compensation.

If it weren't for this Mr. Brut who can't do it himself, he would like to do it himself.

The other architect was the main person in charge of the project. After he left, although he left information, the handover was a bit difficult. It was difficult to continue the project without finding a professional.

And his own nephew, he knew it himself.

A person who treats drinking and drinking as a formal job all day is almost like no one in an architectural firm.

Oh, maybe it's better not to, at least it doesn't turn the table into a wastebasket.

After hearing this, Elena found silently that it really wasn't a good job.

She knew that if she wanted someone to take over so urgently, either something happened or she accepted it.

Just as she was still thinking about whether to accept the commission, Brutt spoke.

"If you accept this project," Brut said slowly, "I can't guarantee that I can give you the most money, but I dare say that from now on, everyone in this firm will be assigned by you. , I don't question you in the slightest."

Elena raised her eyebrows.

"What about you?" she asked.

She is not short of money, and she is not worried about the amount of remuneration. For Elena, the project and this job itself represent its unique value.

But she is still worried that once the firm's funder intervenes, she will be in a dilemma, so it is better to ask in advance and negotiate.

This gentleman who was at least 1.8 meters tall met Elena's eyes, and for some reason, his face turned a little red.

"Me too," Brut whispered.

Miss Adler's eyes circled around the two of them, and she even gave Elena a soft push.

Elena didn't react a bit, she thought this reaction was a bit weird.

Elena gave Brut a strange look, "You have to make sure you don't interfere with all the operations of the firm. I'll write this into the contract. A low voice doesn't mean you can go back on your word."

Brutt looked at her deeply and shook his head.

"No regrets," he said affirmatively.

After the two signed the contract, Elena breathed a sigh of relief.

She made an appointment with Brutt to see the situation of the office tomorrow morning, and then she planned to go back to Baker Street.

The sky is getting late, and the yellow and red of the sunset are mixed together, like spilled strawberry juice, which looks a bit embarrassing.

Elena wanted to call a carriage to go back by herself, but she didn't expect that Mr. Brut insisted on sending her to the carriage.

Facing Miss Adler's uneasy expression, she had no choice but to give in, and waited for the carriage to pass by with the gentleman in charge.

Not long after, a somewhat old-looking open carriage drove over.

The coachman's voice was hoarse, "Miss, where are you going?"

"Baker Street, 221b Baker Street," Elena said, and glanced at the coachman again.

I don't know if she is careless, but this coachman always looks a little familiar.

Noticing her gaze, the coachman pressed his hat again.

"Get in," he said, "and I'll get you to the address as soon as possible, miss."

Elena ignored Brutt's hand, estimated the height by herself, stretched her legs and stepped up.

"Come on," she said to the coachman.

The coachman shouted proficiently, shook the rope, and the carriage started to move slowly.

Elena waved to Brut, then waved to Miss Adler standing at the door.

Then he sat quietly in the car, thinking about something.

Her silence does not mean that others cannot speak, and the coachman happens to be that "other".

"What are you thinking, Miss Molson?" asked the coachman.

"I thought, I didn't say my last name?" Elena frowned, "And why should I tell you what I'm thinking?"

Her hand slipped quietly into the backpack at her side.

The coachman smiled lowly, and seemed to be a lot more relaxed.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me," he said in a steady voice, "just asking."

For a while, neither of them spoke.

For a while, apart from the sound of the wind, there was some violent creaking of the wheels.

Baker Street is one junction away.

Elena let out a sigh of relief, and looked up at the coachman again.

Broad back, somewhat familiar neck, and arms...

She really seems to have seen it somewhere.

Elena frowned and thought about it, but a familiar voice drifted into her ears.

It seemed to be the cry of a woman, the voice of a strange threat, and...the voices of two neighbors!

She looked up, and found that her two neighbors were heroically driving an out-of-control carriage towards the northeast. There was a young woman in the back seat, who seemed to have something in her arms, and beside them were It is a group of strangers who want to break through the siege.

The carriage swayed, and Elena took a closer look, and found what the woman was holding in her arms.

That's a baby.

"Please stop," Elena said hastily, "or take me in that direction, and then you can help report the case?"

Seeing that those people didn't bring wooden cang sticks, she thought that the situation might be of some help.

If it's just two neighbors, it's fine, but there's still a baby...

But the coachman spoke.

"Go and hide in a safe place," he said, "I am enough alone."

He took off his hat abruptly, revealing a head of silvery white hair.

"Hurry up," he yelled at the stunned Elena in a low voice.

The slanted scar lay across his face, against the setting sun, in Eileen's eyes, it seemed to be burning vigorously.