Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena gasped.

"No," she looked at the coachman who took a sharp knife out of his hat, "I'll go with you, we'll go together."

The coachman frowned and looked at her, "No, get off."

Elena looked at her long-lost relatives pleadingly, "I want to be with you!"

"Please," she urged anxiously, "If you don't go, it will be too late! Uncle Ben!"

The crazy carriage ran farther and farther, obviously this time is not an excellent time to reminisce about the old days.

The coachman took a deep look at Elena.

"Just this once," he said in a deep voice.

The four-wheeled buggy played its unique advantages at this time—it was light enough and fast enough.

He drove the carriage again, turned around and accelerated towards the place where Holmes was.

Holmes is still trying to control the mad horses.

Watson stood behind, constantly swinging the wooden stick in his hand, using it as a weapon to temporarily prevent others from approaching.

After knocking down the last cyclist to catch up, he rested a little against the wall of the carriage.

"How long will it be?" he asked panting, "When I was serving in the military, I never thought I would encounter such a thing!"

"It won't take long for these horses to go crazy," Holmes tugged on the reins vigorously. "The drug is clearly overdosed. We must hurry up and get out of the carriage!"

"But we can't get out of the car!" roared Watson. "The speed is too fast, and there are children in the car!"

As if in agreement, the child in the car sneezed a little, was held tightly in his mother's arms, patted and coaxed, and fell asleep again.

"Damn it," Watson gritted his teeth, "jump out of the car, hold the baby, and protect your head."

"I'll try to slow down the car. Where are the people behind?" Holmes gritted his teeth and grabbed the rope, his voice was a little growl, "Is there anyone else catching up?"

"There are a few more, which I can manage," said Watson. "Oh, no, no, there are people chasing them in a carriage!"

He could only vaguely see what seemed to be moving fast behind him, coming in this direction.

"It's me! Jump up!" Elena yelled, "Quick! Catch!"

She threw the loaded but unloaded gun accurately.

Watson quickly took it, and threatened to open a wooden warehouse in the direction the enemy was chasing.

"If you stop now, it's not too late!" Holmes shouted at the same time. "The people from Scotland Yard will be here in a moment. This is not the East End. The Metropolitan Police will be here in a moment!"

The person who stepped forward hesitated a little.

"Go away, don't mind your own business!" the leader yelled, "Hand over the child, and we'll let you go!"

At this time, I couldn't care less about indecency, so Elena simply lifted up the wide skirt, fumbled around the bustle to remove the T-square she never left her body, and then firmly grasped the end, trying to draw The people near the two carriages pulled away.

She swung the metal T-square with a hunting sound, and Eileen pulled it hard towards the neck of the approaching person, turning a deaf ear to the leader's constant threats and scolding.

The coachman held the reins in one hand and brandished a knife in the other.

Eileen glanced at it, and guessed that judging from that skillful technique, she probably did it a lot before.

Someone grabbed her T-square.

"I put medicine on both the ruler and the knife!" Elena said without thinking, "Deadly belladonna! Come grab whatever you want, don't be polite!"

He broke a bottle of water that he brought with him, "I'm worried that no one will test the newly developed poison!"

A man grabbed the ruler and almost let go of it as if he had been scalded.

Just for a while, the carriage and the runners separated again.

"Hurry up," the coachman also said loudly, "Hurry up, the car you are staying in can no longer last!"

The carriage also maintained a steady speed, comparable to the tired crazy carriage.

Before he had time to think, Watson first jumped from the carriage to Elena's side, then approached the carriage wall, and carried the woman and child into the carriage.

Holmes relaxed slightly, and tentatively pulled the rope to lean back.

"Be patient..." he murmured.

After some nervous weighing, he successfully jumped into the carriage on Elena's side.

The unmanned horse, which had reached its limit, hit the wall directly, and then crashed down together with the scattered frame.

Elena raised her head and glanced behind again.

Five or six people kept coming from behind, but they seemed to be afraid of something and did not dare to get close.

The distance is getting bigger and bigger.

Several people were able to relax a little and catch their breath in the carriage.

"Why are you here, Miss Molson?" Watson was a little puzzled, "I remember you went to visit a friend?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the woman sitting in the back of the carriage tightened her hands holding the child in her arms, and became vigilant.

"I'm almost home. I saw that you didn't know what you were doing here. I was a little worried, so I chased after you." Elena handed Watson the wooden warehouse that Watson had returned to her, and added the last thing she hid. A pack of spare bullets/ammunition, "Take it. We are heading towards Scotland Yard now, and if we catch up later, I will protect you."

Regardless of Watson who was at a loss, she took out two carving knives from her pocket and stuffed them into Holmes' hands.

Facing Holmes' puzzled expression, Elena held the T-square, thought for a while, and finally explained something.

"One is not enough," she said flatly, then found a compasses from her bag, and handed it to the woman she didn't know, "I'll borrow it for self-defense, and return it to me later."

"Then Belladonna..." Watson asked a little worried.

"They lied to them," Elena wiped the sweat off her face, "a bunch of idiots."

Her complexion is not very good-looking, her tone is also different from usual, but her eyes are amazingly bright.

Elena felt that her current state was a bit bad, as if there was a chirping bird in her mind that kept yelling "make trouble, make trouble, make trouble", constantly urging her.

Her heartbeat hasn't calmed down yet, it's beating like a bomb.The whole person was extremely excited, as if he had been poked on some amazing switch, and even felt that he could do it again.

She pinched her palms, trying to calm down as much as possible.

But until she arrived at Scotland Yard, sitting on a chair holding a cup of hot tea brewed by the police, Elena still couldn't get out of that emotion.

Holmes, Watson, and Uncle Ben went to take statements, and for a while, only the accompanying police officer, the woman, and Elena were left in the room.

The sounds outside were a bit noisy, which made Elena also upset.

If you are indecisive, choose a job.

Elena gathered herself together, simply put down the teacup in her hand, took out her notebook and started sketching.

Elena did work in the construction industry before, but that doesn't mean she can't draw people.

Although it was too late to see the faces behind, Elena still memorized many faces with her own memory.

one, two...

Just as she was immersed in the world of drawing lines and temporarily suppressing her restless emotions, the door was pushed open.

A very familiar person rushed in first, and then she was hugged into the arms of the comer with a blank face and a notebook.

"God bless those bastards will never end well," said the Earl, cursing, "they are finished, these stinking gutter rats! I will put them in prison! Let's go home quickly, London is too dangerous !"

The count babbled a few more words, the words could not stop the fear and worry, and Elena could clearly feel that his whole body was trembling.

After thinking about it, she struggled to put the book on the table beside her, put her arms around her frightened father, and patted her comfortingly.

The count quite consciously buried his head on Elena's shoulder and rubbed it, then sobbed twice.

What made Elena feel funny was that at this time, he actually tried to hold his image and choked up and said, "I think highly of you for letting you go home, stay up late and work overtime for construction. I hope you don't, hiccup, you don't know how to flatter yourself."