Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Creevey was really dumbfounded this time.

He didn't realize that a woman could be so overbearing, so that he didn't realize that it was not a dream until the footprints on his face started to turn red and hurt.

Creevey touched his swollen face, shaking his hands in disbelief and asked, "You dare to hit me?"

Elena patted the T-square and put it aside.

"I've beaten you, but I still don't dare?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I'm sorry, but I'm very brave."

Elena feels very good now, she can still slap Creeway more than a dozen times in one breath.

She hasn't beaten someone like this for a long time, and now she is not short of money, as much as she wants for medical expenses.

It's okay to give twice.

Crewe stood up rather annoyed, and raised his hand violently.

"Do you really think I dare not..." Hit you?

Then Holmes' hand was directly held down by Holmes coming from behind.

Not only his hands, but his entire body was directly suppressed, preventing him from carrying out radical behavior in an absolutely safe posture.

"I haven't heard the sound, so I came to have a look," Holmes explained to Elena, and by the way, he pressed both of Crewey's hands down firmly. "Sir, it is not worthwhile to use violence against a lady." Appreciated behaviour."

Creevey twisted his face and roared, "But she hit me first!"

Does this man have no eyes?His face is still swollen now!

Who is the most dangerous?Who is using violence?Why is this man like this!

"Well, I'm afraid I didn't see it," said Holmes. "I'm sorry, but it's a pity to be late."

The pity in his tone seemed to be saying that he didn't see the grand occasion of Crewey being beaten, which made him particularly regretful.

"Shut up, I'm too lazy to argue with you about who started the trouble," Elena saw Holmes approaching, she simply turned her back and put the T-square for self-defense back on the pannier without turning her head. He said, "I just hope you don't come to me next time and tell me something."

She is really tired of this kind of person, "If your brain is broken, I don't mind paying for some medical expenses."

Creevey struggled a bit, but couldn't get out.

"You wait for me," he said angrily, "you will be ordered one day, and I will wait for that day..."

"What happened?" Little Brut walked over from the side.

Although he didn't know anything, his instinct still made him immediately stand by Elena's side, subconsciously began to accuse Crewe.

"Who are you, why do you still want to place orders?" Little Brutt asked in disbelief.

He scolded, "Such a sinister intention, how can you do this! It's really disappointing, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

Although he didn't know anything about this person's past, it didn't affect his words at all.

Elena shrugged, it seemed that even if little Brut didn't understand what happened, it didn't delay him from talking nonsense.

"But," Crewey was already irrational due to the popularity of this group of people who pushed him to the sidelines, "she hit me first! It was her!"

He gasped, "She's a bitch—"

Little Brutt picked up a rag from the table and stuffed it into Crewey's mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for slipping my hand. You won't blame me, will you?" He said sadly, "But you should shut up, I'm doing it for your own good, sir, don't be ignorant of compliments."

Creevey immediately became irritable and angry, and even almost spat the rag in his mouth on Little Brutt's face.

The scene became chaotic in an instant.

"Go and explain the cause and effect to Mr. Brutt, Miss Elena," said Holmes. "Let me persuade the gentleman."

He signaled Elena to take Little Brut away first, while he stayed to reason with Crewe.

Out of trust in him, Elena hurriedly pulled Brutt away and explained the cause and effect a little.

Basically, Crewe came here to say something, but she beat him up, and then wanted to fight back and was caught by Holmes. Now his body was forced to calm down, and his mouth was restless, and he threatened her again.

"Then take a look!" Little Brut puffed up his chest confidently after listening to the whole process, "I'm the perfect person to solve this kind of trouble!"

In terms of occupation, people are stunned, maybe no one is better than him!

Elena looked at him dubiously.

She felt that little Brutt really had enough skills to make people gnash their teeth. As for convincing others...

To be conservative, I haven't seen it yet.

"But if that's the case," Little Brutt's mind was spinning quickly, and he opened his mouth to ask for benefits, "If you solve this, you have to give me some reward."

Why take him to various attractions, holidays, take him everywhere...

"Okay," Elena agreed straight away, "You do it, and your salary will be doubled."

Subconsciously, she thought it was Brut Jr. asking for a raise, or hoping for a higher position.

But his drawings are as clumsy as children's drawings (maybe not as clever as children's drawings), according to Elena's thinking, promotion is impossible.

Only when it is possible to work overtime during this period, the wages will be doubled.

Little Brutt was disappointed, he thought he could get some alone time to cultivate his relationship.

But he felt that it would be nice to have it.

After all, it is he who is taking the initiative to please the rich woman, not the rich woman to please him, and he must have the self-consciousness of being a bad face.

What's more, Elena has always acted generously, so she will definitely not treat him badly.

When the two of them returned to the resting place, they didn't know what Holmes said. It seemed that Creevey had completely calmed down.

He sat in a chair dejectedly, looking very depressed.

Before Elena had time to greet Holmes, little Brut rushed up.

"You see that you can't even beat such a weak lady, and you threatened her just now," he continued, "You really went too far. Miss Molson, do you have pain in your hands?"

Little Brut scolded, "How despicable he is, he still needs you to beat him! Can't you teach yourself a lesson yourself?"

He said breathlessly, "It would be a great sin to trouble you! Let alone let a lady be frightened by your threats, this Mr. Crewey, do you have a conscience? Um?"

These words directly stunned Crewe.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, opening and closing like a fish rolling its eyes.

"I...I didn't," Creevey resisted the smell of rags in his mouth, trying to argue, "You're slandering me!"

"I haven't," said Brutt Jr. confidently. "It's your logic that's wrong. Even if you're a little self-motivated, you need someone to correct it for you. Come, come here, and let me explain to you."

Then Elena found out that Crewe was really confused and just passed by.

It seemed that not only did he forget that his face was still swollen, but he also forgot who put the rag in it.

Elena: ...

She decided to go back at night to give little Brut a raise.

And little Brutt was still chanting next to Crewe.

"You should reflect on yourself, sir," he said incessantly, "Miss Molson has the mildest temper. You are too hateful to force people to beat you just like that. You should think about it. It's not that I did anything wrong."

Creevey stammered, "I was, I was, well, I said something nasty..."

"Look," Little Brutt said clearly, "I knew that was the case. It's because you've gone too far. Miss Molson is a pure and innocent lady. How could she beat someone for no reason?"

He sighed, "It's your mouth that got you into trouble."

"But I just said my point of view..." Creevey retorted, "I just made a few accusations, how could she hit me? Didn't I just say a few words, it didn't hurt."

Little Brut snorted inwardly.It was you who hit!

They're all gigolos for thousands of years, who are you playing this with!

But he sighed sadly on the surface, "You don't understand, Miss Molson is for your own good. She is enduring your boredom and educating you! How great!"

Little Brutt said sadly, "Our lady has never done good deeds without leaving her name, she is helping you to be a man! You people don't know how painful it is to beat someone!"

Creevey was taken aback when he heard that.

"But she used a T-square," he retorted in a low voice, "her hand doesn't hurt, but my face hurts."

"Your face hurts, and her heart hurts. For civilized people, beating is a very guilty thing. It's such an uncomfortable thing," Little Brut went on to make up, " You see, you are here this time, if you offend some important person in the future, you will have no place to cry."

He deliberately suppressed his voice, "It's that kind, it was directly wrapped in a sack and thrown into the Thames River. It needs to be filled with a lot of stones and put some blades..."

Creevey shuddered.

"So, did she hit me or was it for my own good? For me not to go astray?" He asked hesitantly, "Should I thank her?"

"That's right," Little Brutt said, "She taught you the principles of being a new man. It's so precious, so you should thank her!"

Creevey thought for a while, and it seemed that this was really the case.

So he stood up solemnly, and bowed seriously to Elena, "Thank you."

Elena held back her smile and waved her hands, indicating that it was enough.

But Little Brutt didn't see Elena's hint at all.

He applauded approvingly, "Yes, that's it! Congratulations, you have found a new goal in life! Study hard, be a new man, come on, come on, you can do it!"

Creevey felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

But he grabbed the little Brutt who was about to leave, "Don't go yet, sir. I think what you said makes sense..."

Little Brutt shook his coat again, and sat down gracefully.

"Okay," he said cheerfully, "then since you have sincerely invited me, I will show mercy and chat with you for a while..."

Elena couldn't bear to listen anymore.

She pulled Holmes out, "I feel that he is defeating the opponent with his own logic, and then dragging the opponent into his own logic."

Little Brutt exudes an extraordinarily confident light, and no one can defeat him in his magical and self-justified logic.

Terrible indeed.

Holmes shook his head, "I don't think what he said is without merit."

At least the contagion is still sufficient.

Elena smiled, and stopped talking. For a while, only the light and heavy footsteps of the two were left in the forest.

The two turned a path, but they ran into the earl and Watson head on.

The count seemed to be listening to the story seriously, but when he turned his head and saw the two of them, he frowned.

"Why aren't you in the banquet hall?" He asked coldly.

Oops, maybe the two of them went to study how to get around him and continue working.

If you think about it, it's very possible that maybe they're plotting something else, such as one hundred and eight small tricks on how to quickly realize the work while you sleep.

"Are you defying me, Elena?" the count asked with a sullen face.

Elena thought for a while, and asked bluntly, "Father, is the story Dr. Watson told nice?"

Ignoring her teasing tone, she seemed really curious about this question.

Watson on the side couldn't help but press the short beard that curled up at the corner of his mouth.

I'm afraid it's not just pleasant, after all, the earl chased him and told him several times in a row.

The earl was caught off guard and almost showed a hint of embarrassment.

He could only cough and answer briefly, "It's okay."

Then he changed the subject, "How many dances did you do?"

"Not much, but we had a great time dancing," Elena said with a smile, "How about you? Dr. Watson's speech should be very exciting, too. I think you are also very satisfied?"

The count couldn't help scolding, "Nonsense!"

Is it the same thing that he listens to stories and dances with Elena?How can it be confused!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Elena: Just one thing.

Watson: Just one thing.

Holmes: Just one thing.

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