Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The sun was shining brightly, waking up Elena who was lying on the bed.

She reluctantly opened her eyes, twisted her neck and waist, feeling a little sore.

Elena didn't know how she fell asleep yesterday, and she didn't even pull the gauze curtains, which didn't seem like her usual style.

What was she doing just before bedtime?

I only remember that there was a candle in front of the desk, and I was holding a booklet.

Wait, booklet?

Elena hurriedly found her shoes and got off the bed, and rushed to the desk.

She groped for a long time, but she couldn't see the black box left by her mother.

Something?

Elena took a deep breath, quickly put on her coat, and went down to the stairwell.

"Mr. Holmes!" she cried at the top of her voice. "Dr. Watson! Auntie! I need your help!"

"What's the matter?" someone returned. "What happened, Miss Molson?"

Dr. Watson was walking upstairs in his tan overcoat.

Then I saw Elena with a pale face and a dazed expression.

"You don't look well, Miss Molson," he said with concern. "Would you like a cup of tea first?"

Elena asked in a daze, "Am I not looking well?"

She took out the mirror, looked down, and found that it was really like this.

To be honest, her complexion was already flattering her.

With disheveled hair and no blood on his lips, he looked not only as if he hadn't slept all night, but as if he was working with ghosts until dawn.

But the situation was urgent, so she simply grabbed Watson's sleeve and took him upstairs.

Behind her was Mrs. Hudson, who was a little confused, and Holmes, who became inexplicably serious.

After opening the door behind her, Elena pointed to the table.

"I don't know what happened, I woke up in the morning and found me in bed, but I'm sure I didn't sleep yesterday," she said, "and I found my mother's diary yesterday, things and boxes, and my diary , are gone too.”

Holmes scanned the room sharply.

He looked at Elena behind him, and his tone was a little more gentle, "If you don't mind?"

Elena nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Holmes."

Holmes first walked around the room twice, then took out a magnifying glass on the floor and groped for it, and then went to smell the pillows on Elena's bed.

"The smell has dissipated," he said in a deep voice. "It should be that someone took something to stun you, and then took it away."

Holmes took out his magnifying glass and examined the windowsill.

Immediately after that, to everyone's surprise, he stretched out his hand to hold the edge of the window sill, exerted some strength, and flipped onto the small platform below quite nimbly.

Then climbed down cautiously.

"Like this," he explained, "a fairly bright, agile young man, also tall, but not very heavy, a lean build."

Watson, Elena and Mrs. Hudson looked at him worriedly.

"I see," Elena couldn't help but said, "Can you come up first?"

"Let me try it first," Holmes said with a light leap, onto another platform next door, and turned down again.

"Just like this!" he yelled upwards like a child who's got a treasure, "Look, that's how he flipped up!"

Then he turned over neatly and jumped to the bottom flat ground.

Elena almost ran downstairs with her skirt in hand. She walked around Holmes, and then she let out a sigh of relief.

"You should be more careful, Mr. Holmes," Elena said sternly. "You have lost your things, and you don't have a safety rope. If something bad happens, I don't want to be responsible for it."

Holmes smiled.

"Don't worry about it, dear Miss Elena," he said in a relaxed tone, "it's time to get your notebook back."

When they followed the clues and finally arrived at the thief's door, they probably didn't expect that someone in the building on the other side was peeping at them through the window.

in a dim room.

Someone sat with the backlight, smoking a pipe, his whole face in great shadow.

The door rang, and someone stooped and walked in.

"My lord," he said cautiously, "Brother Quick has guessed the meaning of the secret signal he left for Miss."

"Well, I already know," said the man sitting on the chair, "Is there anything else?"

The man swallowed nervously, "Do you need me—"

He compared it on his own neck.

"No, no no," replied the man in the chair, "no need. It's not necessary."

He turned the chair around, turned his back, looked at Elena and her neighbors running past the window, "Young man."

A palpitating silence.

"Then I'll deal with the follow-up first?" said the subordinate.

If the person on the chair didn't speak, that was the default.

After his subordinates retreated, he knocked on his pipe with great interest.

He stood up and looked at the building opposite.

Elena, who was dressed in dark green, stood behind them with a dazed expression.

The 'that' in Arnold's mouth smiled slightly.

"Oh, someone guessed it," he whispered, "my dear Elena, my lovely niece--let me see, the blood of our family, those dark, vicious, dirty things Is it flowing in your heart?"

"If not," he said slowly, "be it a plaything. I once planted a seed in your heart, and now it's time to let it germinate. But, play a game or two It doesn't matter to you, does it?"

Elena, who was being missed at the moment, was standing at the door, watching Holmes in a daze as she tried to break in.

It didn't matter that the people hiding behind the door, window, or even the wall were staring greedily at her dress, shoes, or the hair tie used to tie her hair.

According to common sense, Elena should have already figured out the T-square she carried with her at this time.

She was indeed, as 'the one' said, somewhat absent-minded in this state.

In fact, this is not the first time her mind has wandered.

For Elena, the time she spends on architecture may be the sum of everything else.Therefore, when hobbies and work overlap, almost as soon as the task comes, she wants to complete the work without sleep, which can be said to enjoy the feeling of gradual pressure on the body and high-speed thinking.

Therefore, it was Elena who changed her clothes before leaving today, turned down work and the planned field trip, and followed Holmes here to track down, which is quite abnormal.

Before the time travel, Elena knew that she might actually have some psychological problems.

When her real hobbies coincide with her job, and after she has devoted a lot of material and mental effort to the work, she is actually a little indifferent to normal social and neighborhood interactions, feeling a little dull.

This is a kind of "work addiction", or "pathological compulsion to work".

In fact, Elena has always felt that Holmes is the same kind of person as she is. Holmes also loves work, doesn't care about trivial matters, and forgets to eat and sleep about work.

In the past, Elena used to regard work as her life, sleeping in the office, and going to work the next day after washing her face. At one point, the cleaning aunt in the office couldn't stand it, and brought her porridge early in the morning.

So did Holmes.He nestled in his sofa after breakfast in the morning, motionless, as lazy as a dummy lying in it, but he stayed up all night at work, trying to solve the case without eating or drinking.

But that was very different.

Where is the difference?

On the first side, although he was indifferent, he was still a gentleman who guarded her luggage for her, protected her from the hands of thieves, and let her see that she put down the affairs in hand and waited for her relatives with her lost children?

Or did she always see him enthusiastically upholding justice without seeking fame and fortune, reminding her of the past when she sponsored children to go to school in order to get rid of her childhood embarrassment and better pursue her dreams?

Or is it…

The door in front of her opened slowly, and she looked at the tragic situation inside the door suddenly, forgetting what she was thinking for a moment.

Even breathe lightly.

Lying in the corner was a dead body, eyes wide open, head leaning to the right, looking in the direction of the door in disbelief, and happened to meet Elena's gaze.

Elena shivered unconsciously.

Watson was shocked when he saw this scene.

He took a deep breath before remembering that there was another woman beside him.

Although he initially disapproved of Elena coming, but as the owner, Elena insisted on following, and she brought a protective weapon, and her coachman also followed, which was enough to protect her safety and objected. Just let it go.

But now this scene is enough for 90.00% of the ladies to panic, scream, or faint.

He looked at her with some concern, wondering if it was too late to cover her eyes now.

After looking at each other with Elena, she realized that she seemed to have quickly settled her panic and regained her composure.

No, it can't be regarded as calm, her expression is more like a weird

"Doctor Watson!" Sherlock Holmes, who walked in quickly, called him suddenly, "Come and see, I feel that the body is still not cold."

He had no choice but to let go of the thoughts in his heart, and hurried in.

"A wooden warehouse is dead," said Watson.

"Incomparably precise wooden bin method, brutal and direct approach," Holmes paced the room. "From the marks on his cuffs and the heels of his shoes, this bastard named Evelyn is the one who stole the box."

He turned sharply and rushed under the curtain on the far right.

Carefully opened the bottom of the curtain, and sure enough, I saw the box in the corner.

On it was a sticky note, which should have been torn off casually, with irregular jagged marks on the edges.

It says

"A gift to the heir is not a tribute."

Holmes wanted to pick up both the paper and the box, but one pair of hands was a little faster than him.

Elena, who was standing beside him, stretched out her hand steadily, and picked up the box.

"I'll come, Mr. Holmes," she said in a somewhat indifferent tone.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Holmes seemed to see something dangerous in her eyes.

The two were deadlocked for a while.

"The police are already at the door," Watson shouted after a while, "Holmes, what are you doing? Miss Molson, please come out too. There are fewer people present this time, and they may have to Please make a note..."

Elena nodded, taking advantage of the situation to escape from the stalemate.

When she stepped on the carriage to Scotland Yard, Watson thought about the moment he and Elena looked at each other before, and what he thought of.

It was a strange indifference.A kind of contempt for the lost life that shouldn't appear on Elena.

It was as if someone looked out briefly through Elena's eyes.

But that was fleeting like an illusion.

Watson collected himself and seemed to hear Elena whispering something.

"It turned out that someone targeted me and prevented me from working properly," she said through gritted teeth, "I must find out this person!"

Then she will follow this person and practice drawing curves a hundred times in front of the table!The kind that draws a hundred sheets of paper the size of a desk in a week without eating, drinking, or sleeping!If you make a mistake, start over!