Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena came to the door, in fact, mainly because of the last account.

The cost of the above is so high that it is not normal, there must be something strange.

If it's what she expected, then it is very likely that the falsification of these accounts will bring bad luck to the people who bought these houses.

You know, as an old architect, he has participated in not only his own two houses, but also large-scale projects such as schools, hospitals, and museums.

If so, there may be more than one party with vested interests.

As for McFarlane...

Even if this person is not dead, or McFarlane really murdered this guy, it has nothing to do with Elena.

Sherlock Holmes was the one who accepted the entrustment, and at most she could only assist in mitigating McFarlane's crimes.

In addition, when the pass is required, maybe she can go to the scene to see and find something else.

For example, the fire system that I thought of before...

Thinking about this in her heart, the three of Elena were stopped by the guards as soon as they entered the door.

After waiting for a while, Lestrade opened the door and strode in.

After seeing who the person sitting here was, he gasped, looking like he was frightened.

"Why are you here?" Lestrade asked, "I remember you clearly said yesterday that you have confirmed everything!"

There was a bit of complaint in his tone.

But little Brut is not up to it.

"Aren't you happy to see me, Inspector?" Little Brutt asked disappointedly, "I really want to see you every day, and you disappoint me, Inspector Lestrade."

His tone was sad and hesitant, as if he was tactfully accusing Lestrade of being a heartless person.

Lestrade shivered, and looked at Elena for help.

He thought it was right to find the boss, Elena should take care of it, right?

Elena returned a helpless look.

Before coming here, Brutt told Elena that she should not talk for a while and just watch his and Lydia's performance. It can't dampen the enthusiasm of employees.

What's more, little Brutt is working for her, she won't do such a thing that slaps her own face.

"No, no, nothing," Lestrade had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "But if you and Miss Molson are here to release McFarlane on bail, then I'm sorry, we have found the key evidence... "

Damn it, how could he have forgotten that this group of people is one!

"Ah, then you should be able to relax a bit, we're not here to do this," Little Brut shrugged, "The countess and I, um, are here to ask for a pass to Lower Norwood, and we want to see Look at those ledgers."

Lower Norwood?

"But if you want to go to Lower Norwood, you can just go," Lestrade said with a slight bend, "You don't need to ask me, the police station has no right to assign you where to go, or where not to go."

He never mentioned anything about the house.

"Well, you know what I'm talking about, Inspector," sighed Brutt Jr., "don't—"

"But no outsider is allowed to enter the crime scene! Let alone a woman!" Lestrade immediately retorted.

Seeing that Lydia was about to open her mouth, he quickly added, "It doesn't work both together."

Lydia was blocked and rolled her eyes at Lestrade.

"But think about it," Little Brutt said bitterly, "If you don't support us, then maybe we won't be able to achieve the purpose of our visit this time, then... you will lose a huge amount of business, Leisi Detective Trade!"

"Don't negotiate with me," Lestrade said seriously. "Nothing can persuade me to break this rule. Not including money."

He tapped the table. "Scotland Police is for the public. Not for individuals."

Little Brutt got up slowly, stood beside Lestrade, leaned over and tapped his shoulder with the book in his hand.

"That doesn't support our investigation. If this matter is revealed, the consequences will depend on you, Inspector?" Little Brut raised his eyebrows and said.

Lestrade frowned. He originally thought it was just Elena's whim. How do you look at it, as if he was talking about something serious?

"Are you serious?" He looked at Elena.

"Very seriously," Elena replied.

Lestrade waved the man away.

He whispered, "Then tell me what you're going to do."

"I found that the accounts are not correct," Elena replied, "I plan to borrow these accounts and find time to compare them. There are some obvious loopholes in a few places, but they are relatively professional, and it's not that the architects can't find this strange point. I plan to have someone double-check it."

Lestrade approached Elena, "How sure are you about this?"

Elena thought for a while, "I went back to check the information yesterday. Looking at it now, I'm [-]% sure."

"Not 100%?" Lestrade asked suspiciously.

"Just kidding," Lydia quickly interjected, "Can you handle the case with 100% guarantee of detection?"

She glared at Lestrade, "George told me that your past crime detection rate was less than [-]%. This [-]% is considered high for you."

"George?" Lestrade asked subconsciously.

"My husband," Lydia rolled her eyes, "you just took him away a few days ago."

Lestrade choked.

"Sorry...?" he said hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, just give us the things," Lydia said bluntly, "passport, and then lend us the accounts for a day, and send them back to you after reading."

"But it's against the rules," Lestrade softened a little, "only [-]%—"

"Just one word," Lydia saw that there was no one around, and blatantly threatened, "Yes, you are responsible for the success of the matter. If you don't, if someone finds out later, you will be the vent for the people to vent their disappointment with the government. .”

Lestrade realized something was wrong at this moment, he looked at Elena.

"Your idea?" He said helplessly, "Okay, I'll leave it to you, and I'll just go down to Norwood and talk about it. I sincerely hope that you can really find out something."

Now that they got the things smoothly, the three got into the carriage neatly and planned to go back.

After sending Lydia off the car, Elena put the documents on her lap and looked at Little Brutt.

"Did you teach her those words?" Elena asked, "I'm actually curious, how did you convince her."

After leaving Lydia and young Brutt in the same room, there seems to be a fantastic chemistry.

Lydia looked like she was completely off track.

"Ah, this," Little Brut replied, "I showed her the overtime pay from the previous few days."

He was just very simple, showing off a little bit.

That overtime pay is almost five times Lydia's monthly daily expenses.And this is just an overtime pay.

No wonder Lydia was moved.

"Then she fell in love with the money and wanted to join it?" Elena said thoughtfully, "No wonder she told me a lot of things about being useful in the morning——anyway, it's still Thank you, little Brutt."

"Actually, it's because I told her that you can earn overtime pay just by talking about it," Little Brutt scratched his head, "then I told her about the general style of acting, and she learned it right away. For people like us For me, this kind of talk is commonplace, and it is an unexpected gambling jackpot that can be used to make money."

Anyway, he didn't expect that he could earn overtime pay with this.

"So, you were able to come in yesterday because of Lydia?" Irene asked with a smile.

I didn't expect Lydia to have this talent.

"Yes," replied Brutt Jr., "just a little rogue-like trick, but it works, doesn't it?"

He felt that he was simply an expert at discovering talents.

"I think she will be very useful in the future," Little Brutt said to Elena. "At least, Lydia may be hard-pressed when it comes to being sloppy and unreasonable."

Elena smiled noncommittally.

This reminded her that there is still one person to look for about this matter.

Her father, the Earl who is well-known in the architectural world.

The next morning, Elena took the car directly to the mansion of the Molson family in London.

After exchanging pleasantries, she tested the earl and asked him how much he knew about the Norwood architect.

At that time, the Earl stood up from his chair and looked at her very nervously.

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking.

"How did you provoke him?" asked the count. "This lunatic sent me a horse's head to threaten me, or did Weston help me settle it for me? Where is Weston?"

Why did he disappear when it was time for him to play?

Elena pondered for a while, and it was that the reputation was particularly bad.

The earl was still pacing back and forth, a little anxiously ordering the butler to make a pot of tea and bring it up.

He turned to Elena and complained, "That's the damn guy! Don't hang out with him, Elena, do you hear me?"

"Uncle Ben doesn't know about this," Elena said, "and I didn't provoke him. He's dead, father."

"What?!" The earl exclaimed in shock, "Dead?"

He grinned, almost laughing out loud.

"My lord," at the critical moment, the butler tapped the cup in his hand, reminding the earl to pay attention to his image.

Realizing that Elena was still there, the Earl reacted, and quickly drooped the corners of his mouth, showing an overly sad look.

"Oh," said he, "not a good man, but a good architect. Tragic."

"Tragedy," the butler agreed knowingly.

"His relatives should be very sad," said the count regretfully. "It is really a sad thing."

"It's so sad," Elena echoed, along with the butler.

The Earl nodded in satisfaction.

"As an old friend, I think we should go and offer our condolences," he said instead. "His widow, his children... how terrible, time is not forgiving. I think many people who hear the news will think attended his funeral."

After a pause, the Earl added, "By the way, confirm that he is really dead."

Elena almost laughed out loud.

She coughed and became serious, "It's like this, because he has no relatives and left the inheritance to the child of the old lover. That night, the lucky guy went to the old house to confirm the will, and it was not a coincidence for him died that night in a fire. Now the young lawyer is accused of murdering him because of his mother's past."

"Oh, good kill!" The count blurted out, and then realized what he said, he quickly changed his words, "Oh, it's not worth it, it's not worth it. This man is a rotten person, why bother to dirty his hands for him..."

"Father, why did he become enemies with you?" Elena asked, "I think the cost of some of his projects is unusually high..."

"That's right here," said the earl, "I used to work with him. This guy used his seniority to tell me what to do, and he falsified a lot of places in the accounts, taking the opportunity to make money. I warned him, and then he even took Those things intimidated me and ended up quitting the project."

He sighed, "Yvette was still there...she told me that Weston would take care of this, and that she didn't expect this guy to be involved in something else."

"What else?" Elena asked curiously.

The count pointed to the ground.

"He doesn't seem normal," he said affirmatively, "Anyway, he is definitely different from our legal tax-paying citizens."

Then, as if he understood something, he tapped his palm.

"So that's how it is!" He suddenly realized, "No wonder this man didn't get a wife, it must be because of his vicious temperament and his underground identity, he can't even fool the girl he likes."

Thinking of the "little liar kidnapped a big fool" in the diary, Elena had no choice but to say a few perfunctory "hmm".

...Father, do you know that you are the one who was cheated?

Elena changed the topic, and briefly talked about the young man's emergency situation, as well as her plan to write off those accounts.

"I always feel that there is something behind this incident," she said after biting a biscuit handed by the butler, "I plan to go to Norwood in the afternoon."

"Well," the count pondered for a moment, "then go."

Elena nodded, and was about to leave when the count stopped her.

He got up, took a change bag and handed it to Elena.

"If you don't have enough money," he whispered.

Then, like magic, he took out a bag of documents from behind.

"Check to see if you have been slack lately! The housekeeper will go to Baker Street to pick it up tomorrow," the earl said with a serious face. "You must review it carefully! I want to check, do you hear me?"

He was a little guilty at first, but the more he talked, the more confident he became.

That's right!That's it!

It's definitely not because he doesn't want to review the documents anymore.

Elena tilted her head and looked at the count.

"Give it all to me, father?" she asked.

"Of course," said the count, "you don't think there are enough?"

He guessed, did Elena feel that she could write more?

"No, no," Elena picked up the document and replied slowly, "I'm afraid that my father won't trust me to make corrections, so I plan to go back. Is that so, father?"

Except for my daughter, who loves work so much as her life, who would want to take her job back!

"This is a decision I have already made, and it is absolutely impossible to change it," the earl said coldly, "Are you going to disobey my order?"

"No," Elena said with a smile, "then I'll go first, father?"

The count nodded impatiently.

Then he completely forgot that he planned to find time to tell Elena to remember to stay away from her neighbor, Dr. Watson.

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The earl played the TV series Yes, PrimeMinister's stalk! !

It was the part where Huck was heartbroken when his ex left!Hahahahahahahaha, that expression is really good to recommend everyone to see, the British drama "Yes, Prime Minister" and "Yes, Minister" are praised! (I love the trio to engage in double reed 5555)

感谢在2020-09-0320:54:39~2020-09-0421:00:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 yellow beams of dream in the pot;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Xi Ji; 3 bottles of Linyue Festival; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!