Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena said she didn't see Watson's puzzled eyes.

She climbed upstairs humming a song, and when she was sitting at the table sorting out what she had seen and heard for the day, she realized that something was wrong with her.

After all, in the past, Eileen was just a ruthless working machine for labeling people.

It's probably more like a lack of witticism than an inability to tell one-liners.

After all, work is enough for her to live a fulfilling life.

Elena sorted out the diary in her hand, and attributed this to yesterday's crazy chasing after me.

The left and right sides of the black box in her hand were inlaid with two gold threads. Eileen put the diary in, lifted the small copper handle, and planned to put the thick little black box back on the bookshelf.

This is something left by her mother, which was used to store her diary, and Eileen inherited this box and the habit of keeping a diary, not only from her mother, but also from the Countess.

As a child she has never met, Elena has received too much attention since she was a child.

Mother's most trusted subordinate is Uncle Ben, so she can always sit on Uncle Ben's shoulders and go out to play; although father doesn't have much time to accompany her, but the housekeeper uncle is always there; there is not too long, and the relationship with father is not good , but to her gentle and sweet aunt...

but…

"Mother"? "Father"?

When did she start yelling like that?

Elena spread her palms to the lit candle in a daze, clenched it tightly, and let it go again.

She looked at the lines on her palm, and rarely showed a dazed look.

For the current Eileen, it seems that rather than passing through such a superficial statement, it seems more like two souls have returned to one place.

She inherited the Countess's family, inherited her memory, and was also subtly influenced by her.

To make a bolder guess, it seems...

She is always there.

Elena became a little absent-minded.

Could it be that two people who love work stay in one body, and the first thing to fuse is the non-working module?

She and the countess...well, she's a countess now too.

The two of them became one, and there was no new design idea, but a topic of metaphysics?Where am I from, where am I going?

It's like a physics teacher talking about Freud in a mechanics class. Although there is no big problem, it always feels a little wrong.

She didn't pay much attention to the posture of placing the box, and accidentally touched a corner of the box.

Then, in front of Elena, the box made a slight clicking sound, which seemed to be the sound of a mechanism turning.

Elena was a little surprised to see it distorted, deformed, and then fell out of a thin booklet.

what is this?

She picked it up, shaking the fallen dust a little.

The cover is based on a simple beige color, and a few words are written on it in a beautiful and smooth copperplate printing.

"The little liar kidnapped a big fool," Elena read in a low voice.

She frowned, a little puzzled, "Who is the big fool?"

Elena decided to guess.

It is known that this is the box of the mother, and this booklet should also be the relic of the mother.

According to the analysis of my personal impression, the mother who was vigorous and resolute in Uncle Ben's mouth must not be a fool, on the contrary, it is the earl who has been acting stupid frequently recently.

Conclusion: the earl is the big fool.

Elena was amused by the somewhat absurd conclusion she had drawn, and picked out candles again, looking up at the light.

The sections inside are also very concise, and the date is marked on it, so it should also be a diary.

Row [-]: Herbs, flowers and absinthe.

"I don't know who is looking at this boring notebook right now," Elena read in a low voice, "Maybe it's me, or my child, but whatever!"

Then there are complaints about some trivial things, such as not enough things at home, always wanting beautiful clothes, and my sister has always been not considerate.

The owner of the diary also has the same surname as his mother, Yvette, and also has a younger sister named Mona.

Elena thought about it thoughtfully, probably this is really her mother's manuscript.

She turned the page again.

"Car accidents. I hate car accidents. They're all dead. Someone must have done it," it said. "They divided up the family's money and house. Mona and I are going to sweep the streets. No, I won't." Let her live on the street, I can support her, and do whatever. It doesn't matter, anyway, that's my nature."

What nature?What do you mean you can do anything?

She scrolls down.

Below are some scattered records, which seem to be Yvette's income and expenditure records when she was a girl.

Occasionally there is an income from unknown sources, although it is not much in the eyes of Eileen now, but compared with the frugal expenses, it can almost be regarded as a huge amount of money from unknown sources.

This is...how did you get it?

According to the age conversion, when the grandparents died unexpectedly, the mother Yvette was only fifteen, and the aunt Mona was less than thirteen.

It is not reasonable for two girls who are not yet of age and do not even have a fixed residence to have such a large income.

Elena almost became worried about her mother Yvette above.

"It is often said that a nimble mind is better than anything else," it read, "thank God or the devil, I have nimble hands, and a mind clever enough that quick hands always have an advantage, after all other people's Wallet waits for no one."

Therefore, the so-called "do anything" is probably theft.

Mother Yvette also lightly recorded in her diary how she found her own subordinates, started her business with capital, and how she was entangled by the stubborn earl.

"Meet a golden retriever fool today," wrote the owner of the diary on the next page. "How can anyone be so stupid? Chased me like a dog that has only seen a bone. "

Immediately afterwards, the following seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he quickly answered, "I am definitely not a bone! I don't know who this stupid big man will marry in the future, but whoever marries is definitely unlucky. But I repeated my old trick and stole him. My wallet. It’s great, I can rely on this to feed Weston and the others.”

The line below is in bold font.

"Damn it, I'm that unlucky ghost." Through the text, Elena could almost see the young mother lamenting in front of the diary, "Who would have thought that cheating would always be able to deceive him. And then watching others deceive him, I Uncomfortable? When did I actually care about this kind of thing?"

Elena almost laughed a little.

The next step is to gradually turn the secret industry into a positive one, and then let Uncle Ben handle the bright side as the agent, while mother Yvette sits in the dark and controls the overall situation.

Elena didn't know for a moment, whether it was the worst thing for her mother to live here, or it was worse if she had really engaged in illegal activities.

The candlelight flickered on the book, and Elena turned a few pages back, only to find that there was only blank space behind.

The aforementioned conspiracy never resurfaced, and there was never any mention of what "artificial" really meant.

Not quite right.

She spread out the notebook and began to grope carefully.

The binding appears to have been tampered with, several pages are missing, and some parts may have been forcibly torn off.

She could feel that a few sheets of paper were obviously too thick, and they were two sheets of paper in half, glued together with adhesive.

Weston Ben wiped the sweat off his brow and took a breath.

He raised his leg and kicked the tightly bound man on the ground again.

"Say it or not!" He whispered, "Your master is not here now, so I can't decide your life or death. But I can."

He has traced it so far, and it seems that there are a pair of invisible eyes secretly watching him, erasing most of the traces.

The remaining clues lead him all the way to this place.

"You... cough cough, you won't succeed," the man on the ground coughed twice, and replied a little weakly, "For the greater good, for the common... cough, common benefit. You will not, and cannot I got a word out of my mouth, old man."

Weston Ben kicked the person on the ground ruthlessly.

He lifted people up.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "I've seen people like you a lot, and I won't tell unless I tell. I don't mind using a little trick. I won't let you—"

Uncle Ben's words stopped suddenly.

Shadows appeared on the wall in front of him, and candles lit behind him.

The earl spread out on his seat, busy with his work.

As soon as he was about to speak, he met the butler's gaze.

"This is the 320th time you have asked when you can rest today, my lord," said the butler calmly, "You can go to London when you are done."

He got up and refilled the earl with another cup of tea before returning to his seat to deal with business.

The count picked up the pen angrily, and muttered, "Obviously you really want to go—"

He met the butler's gaze.

"What did you say?" the butler asked coolly.

"Nothing, nothing," answered the count hastily, "I don't know anything."

After writing again, he couldn't help complaining.

"That guy, Weston, just knows what to ask," he complained. "Yesterday, he asked me who the other party was going to interfere with Elena's future. Something you can't find?"

"Why is he inquiring about this?" The housekeeper's expression slowly became serious, "And, someone actually wants to interfere with Miss's future?"

The count changed his posture, and answered a little seriously.

"Yes," he said bitterly, "They met me once before, and they actually wanted Elena to study ship design! Absurd! They actually wanted to cheat my heir away! Who will manage the construction affairs for me when Elena is gone? Place?"

"and then?"

"Then I refused," the earl replied quite naturally. "They are also quite good at fooling around, exaggerating their ancestral shipbuilding skills. I first asked 'what is your occupation', and he said 'in the wind and waves Conceive the blueprint for the future', I thought they were sailors at the time, and wondered that these people are now taking girls to play, but they explained again that 'they are planners, not executors', which is clearly the shipyard!"