Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The next day.

The fog in London is especially heavy in the morning. When the fog spreads, it is almost impossible to see the road in front of you.

Elena woke up early to see off her father and housekeeper.

The count stood at the door with the suitcase in his hand, as if he wanted to tell Elena something.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

"Don't make a fuss like a farewell," Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes, "I'm upset."

She stood impatiently at the door and waved, "Go, go."

The earl showed an expression that dared not speak out.

"Take care of yourself," the count finally said, "don't disgrace our family."

He wanted to chatter a few more words, but thinking about the shameful image yesterday, the count still planned to shut up, talk less, and be an indifferent person.

Elena raised her eyebrows.

Early this morning, the Earl seemed to have turned back into that unsmiling, pretentious and indifferent aristocrat, as if he had forgotten the deed of hugging her and howling last night.

Seems like something.

Except for a big fight with Uncle Ben over the last spoonful of special cheese sauce.

Elena stepped forward and hugged the count.

"Bon voyage?" she said with a smile.

"Well," the count hummed the sound from his throat.

Then he hugged his daughter with his backhand and patted her.

"One hundred pounds of pocket money, Bona has already put it in your suitcase," he said in a low voice, "although it is enough luxury, but if it is not enough, feel free to send me a telegram to ask for it. I can still afford this little money I rented the carriage for a year, and it’s not enough for Bona to renew it for you. I’ve contacted the stores you often buy clothes and accessories, and I’ll send them to Baker Street later.”

He rubbed the top of his daughter's hair, "Don't wrong yourself."

Then the count quickly let go of Eileen as if he was afraid that he would not give up, and quickly got into the carriage.

Looking at the slowly moving carriage, Elena waved her hand.

When the carriage drove into the long fog, she breathed a sigh of relief, held Mrs. Hudson's hand, turned and went upstairs.

I'm going to see my new job later, and I have to change my clothes.

Maybe she had to bring Uncle Ben who insisted on following her side.

In Hampstead, a suburb of London, somewhere in a rented house.

When it was daylight, Mr. Hank Brut Jr. yawned and got out of bed, ready to get out of bed with sleepy eyes.

He touched the bedding on the bed sleepily, and tentatively searched for his slippers.

It's a pity that he couldn't find the shoe, but he touched the ground suddenly.

The bone-chilling chill came from his toes, making him shiver involuntarily, and his drowsiness disappeared.

Wrapped in pajamas shivering and standing in front of the mirror, he proudly admired his beauty.

Mr. Brut Jr. has smooth reddish-brown hair, a pair of emerald green eyes, and a sunny temperament.

And this temperament is the key to him winning the lady's heart.

Who doesn't like a sunny, cheerful and youthful man?

Little Mr. Brut posed a few poses, then touched his face, and was immediately intoxicated by his beauty.

Although he hasn't washed and washed, he looks like a handsome, strong and elegant Greek man.

Who wouldn't love such a person?

Mr. Brut Jr. sighed quite sadly, "It's a shame for a blue face."

He learned from his uncle who came home last night that the architectural firm will welcome a new principal.

A new principal!

She is still a young and beautiful countess about eighteen years old!

"She doesn't care about the money," my uncle warned him last night. "Don't piss her off, Hank. Go around her and stop shouting at her. She's not the one to quit. If she It’s not fun, maybe tomorrow we will go live on the street.”

Oh my God, how could his uncle have such terrible thoughts!That was a countess with a dowry of ninety thousand pounds!

It's too late for him to flatter, so why would he want to offend him?

To be honest, even if the countess is a sheep, he is willing to show her deep affection for her for a dowry of ninety thousand pounds, and if he wants to deceive him, he will deceive him for the rest of his life.

As long as he tried his best to hook up with this countess, a little money revealed between her fingers would be enough for him to spend.

If you become the countess's husband, aha

Little Mr. Brutt shaved his beard happily, leaving a little stubble. The young ladies like this, they call it a man with a little mature taste.

I put a few more layers of powder on myself, trimmed my eyebrows, and made sure my face was perfect.

Immediately afterwards, while manicuring his nails, he remembered the previous rumors.

He thought the idea of ​​those people was ridiculous.Isn't it just a woman who is an architect? What's the big deal when all women are queens?

Singing "God Bless the Queen" every day, I don't see any "moralist" coming out and shouting.

An architect is no bigger than a queen, right?

At this kind of time, if you don’t pay close attention to flattery and seek some benefits, it’s fine to engage in industry discrimination and try to isolate others.

If he had been on that occasion, he would have held the countess's hand long ago, and said something affectionately.

No, these people are too bad.

You can't climb high branches, and the price is too low.

Put on your most flamboyant and pleasing coat, and then tighten your waist to look elegant and powerful.

Little Mr. Bruit looked in the mirror.

Whoa who is this?

Could it be that Zeus came down to earth and pretended to be the handsome body of his son Hermes?

At that time, the Countess will definitely admire his handsomeness.

Little Mr. Brut admired it for a while, and then went out happily.

He extravagantly called a taxi today, and gave a generous tip, more than double the usual amount.

People are happy when they are happy.

Little Mr. Brutt is about to fly to the branches, so don't care about the little money.He almost felt that the bright future was waving to him, and the little angel with wings was thumping towards him, and the love heart on the arrow was faintly visible.

After putting away his things, he leaned against the door and waited, hoping to be the No.1 one who helped the Countess get off the car.

But after waiting for a long time, he became worried again.

If the Countess had already had a flower of understanding language, and she had countless blue-faced confidants, what should she do?

Little Mr. Brut ignored the ghost-like eyes of the apprentices and uncle around him, and concentrated on thinking.

First, be fearless.

The purse of a rich woman belongs to everyone, so don't be too selfish, we only want a big head.

then…

The sound of rolling wheels in the distance was getting closer and closer. It should be a carriage driving over, which interrupted his thoughts.

Little Mr. Brut hurriedly straightened his wrinkled clothes due to leaning against the wall, intending to leave a good first meeting for the Countess.

The carriage stopped.

He showed a smile that he thought would fascinate all sentient beings, and planned to go up to help.

"Uncle—" the young lady.

Before Mr. Brut could finish speaking, Elena jumped out of the carriage and strode inside.

Completely ignored the dazzling, coquettish, and shining him.How can this be?

Little Mr. Brut froze in place, the smile on his face froze.

Elena pushed the door open and entered, and found the person in charge of the architectural firm.

Mr. Brut looked a little sad, but after seeing Elena, his expression seemed to be normal.

She nodded to this man, then looked back, and found that besides Uncle Ben, there was a strange person following behind her.

The man was dressed in gaudy clothes, colorful clothes, his face could not be seen clearly at all, and his head was held high, highlighting the huge feathers on his chest.

All in all, it doesn't look like a serious architect.

Elena:?

Has the flower peacock become a sperm?