Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena noticed almost as soon as she entered that the design of this restaurant was very interesting.

She looked around a little.

Simpson's Riverside Restaurant is almost modeled on the interior structure of the most common gentleman's club in this era. It is more like a private club in the modern sense than a restaurant.

The distance between guests and guests is just right, ensuring the presence of many people, but also ensuring the privacy of personal conversations.

The most important thing here is probably not the taste of food and beverages (although this is also very important), but as a common meeting place.

"In the early days of this restaurant, it was used as a chess club and coffee shop," Sherlock Holmes saw her thoughts, and said softly, "Of course, the tradition of the club is continued now, turning coffee into a delicious meal. .Don't worry, the food here is still very good."

Elena glanced at Sherlock Holmes upon hearing this.

Speaking of this restaurant, although she recognized who made the patterns at the door, she really had no idea why Sherlock suddenly asked about this.

But Sherlock seemed to have completely forgotten about it, and after he finished speaking, he seemed to be very focused on walking forward.

Noticing that she looked over, he smiled at her.

"Don't worry," he said, "don't think too much about it."

At that moment, it seemed that his normally sharp eyes were covered by the gentle and appropriate light, and covered with a layer of light haze, and the resolute and decisive lines of his face seemed to add a little calm.

Elena was stunned for a moment.

When she recovered, she had already reached that remote corner.

Sitting in front of her was a slightly chubby gentleman, who looked lazy and kind, and smiled at her.

Elena subconsciously felt that Mr. Holmes, who had a close relationship with the government, seemed to have a completely different personality from his younger brother.

"Long time no see, Sherlock, it looks like your case hasn't been resolved yet?" He greeted Sherlock, then turned to Elena, "Seeing is believing, Miss Molson, please sit down."

Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times?

Elena pursed her lips, this sentence seemed to contain a lot of information.

The seat that Mycroft had reserved appeared to be a four-handed table, with two seats at the back and two at the back.

Elena sat across from him without thinking, but Sherlock did not go to his brother's side, but sat beside Elena.

"I only ordered the grilled steak," Mycroft said slowly, "the grilled steak here has always been very good, and other British dishes are also quite classic, I recommend you to try it. It's the first time you come to this restaurant, you have to Eat some signature food."

These words were obviously addressed to Elena.

It is estimated that it is inferred from the details that she is here for the first time, and she doesn't even eat in restaurants outside.

Elena thanked without any surprise.

She now felt that the two Holmes were indeed brothers, even their habits of observing people were very similar.

Sherlock finished ordering and handed the order to Elena.

Elena pondered for a while, and according to his menu, she also ordered a pie, roast lamb and a drink.

"Don't you want some brandy?" Mycroft interjected abruptly when she was ordering, "Although you don't usually drink much, the wine here is not bad."

"No, thank you, Big Mr. Holmes," Elena shook her head, "I drink when I'm not working."

Her words made Mycroft laugh.

"You're like a man I know," Mycroft joked. "He's just as exacting. Me? I think it's good to relax and have something cheerful once in a while."

He knocked on the table, "In this case, let's get straight to the point. I think you should have brought those lists?"

Elena nodded, and took out the stack of bills that recorded the accounts from the satchel she was carrying.

"It's all here," she said as she put the things on the table and pushed them lightly in front of Mycroft.

Mycroft took the bill and looked at it carefully.

He flipped through quickly, but the stack of documents was not thin.

While waiting, Elena looked at him almost nervously.

In fact, it was the first time she went to investigate such a thing.

Although Elena brought her own architectural firm to do a lot of design work, and relied on her father's protection to suppress the prejudices of those old scholars, and earned the architect qualification certificate with her own strength, but her family's account books are handled by herself. , meddling in this matter, in fact, I still have no idea.

As a member of the House of Lords, although the Earl has always had a place there, he is not interested in politics at all, and even wants to quit immediately to reduce the workload. Most of the time, he just doesn't go, let alone participate in any decision-making.

But more important than these are those who have already lived in the building after the completion...

She clasped her hands together and stroked her cold fingertips.

Suddenly, her elbow was lightly touched, and Elena turned her head away, only to find that there was an extra cup of tea in hand.

Sherlock beside her looked at her calmly, and pointed to the steaming teacup.

So Elena readily accepted the kindness.

She winked at Sherlock and took a sip from her teacup.The warm black tea flowed down the throat to the limbs, gradually warming the body.

Elena slowly relaxed, and began to observe this expensive tea set from the other side of the ocean.

But she didn't see a pair of eyes showing above the ledger held up opposite.

Mycroft looked at the two of them inquiringly, and then smiled slightly.

The restaurant served the food very quickly, and after a while, the special trolley delivered the food ordered by several people to the side.

But this didn't disturb Elena and the others.

After pondering for a long time, Mycroft agreed to Elena's request, and made an appointment for the time and place to go to Norwood tomorrow.

Then the few people enjoyed the sumptuous dinner with the melodious sound of the piano in the dining room.

Elena has always been relatively light on food, and she has practiced her skills as early as at home, knowing how to eat food quickly and gracefully.

But since she has finished her business, she doesn't mind eating a little slower.

She spooned the thick soup from the inside out, looking out at the river bank.

I have to say, maybe they picked a very appropriate time, the sparkling river surface, accompanied by the evening breeze and the sound of music slowly bringing the coolness of the evening, it is very pleasant now.

Elena put this restaurant on the candidate list, and planned to invite a customer once when the construction of the project was completed, bringing little Brutt and the rest of the people here.

It happened that she was not very familiar with restaurants in London, and the taste here was really good.

"But this place won't receive too many guests at one time," Mycroft said slowly, leaning back on the chair, "If Miss Molson wants to treat guests, I would recommend FCooke restaurant, the home-cooked food there is very good .”

Elena glanced at him a little surprised.

"Thanks," she replied, "I'll think about it."

"You don't seem to have any objection to my conclusion?" Mycroft asked with a smile, "When you meet people, most of the reactions are—"

"It's usually 'Oh, how do you know this'?" Elena shrugged.

She thought for a while, and answered simply, "Because I'm used to Mr. Holmes' unexpected analysis, he would do this to me and Dr. Watson almost every day. I'm used to it, so I'm not too surprised."

Elena took another sip of the soup, only belatedly remembered that there were two Mr. Holmes here.

She hurried to make amends, "I mean, the younger one, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Hearing that Sherlock didn't respond, Mycroft laughed out loud.

"It also includes that you are not interested in reasoning, and are more focused on the field of architecture?" He leaned back in his chair and said, "Oh, there may be more than that."

Elena was a little surprised this time.

"What's more?" She asked curiously, "I think this can already explain why I'm very calm and not surprised when I hear these reasonings?"

"Don't you feel it?" Mycroft put down the knife and fork and wiped his hands, "You don't seem to be sensitive to the fact that others are exploring your privacy."

Elena blinked subconsciously.

"Privacy isn't particularly important to me..." she said hesitantly, "I just feel like it's normal."

Mycroft smiled and waved his hand, and resumed eating.

It wasn't until several people had finished eating that he supported the table and stood up, slowly picking up the things beside him.

"Give these things to me first, and I'll take them with me tomorrow," Mycroft said, "There may still be a little detail that needs to be dealt with."

Elena nodded.

A few people left the restaurant, and when they walked outside, it was already a bit late.

Mycroft stretched, then groped for his bag.

No smoke was found.

"I seem to have left something in the dining room, Sherlock," said Mycroft lazily.

Sherlock glanced at him and said bluntly, "I'll get it for you."

Mycroft nodded.

So the two stood in place, watching Sherlock walk back.

His slender and tall figure disappeared into the hazy mist and slowly disappeared.

Mycroft breathed a sigh of relief.

"My brother is too smart, and that's not a good thing." He moved his shoulders, "He saw that I was deliberately trying to distract him."

"Why?" Elena was a little puzzled.

"Because I left something on purpose," Mycroft laughed, "but it's nothing. Even if he sees it, doesn't he still have to go? No matter what method is used, as long as it can achieve the goal."

He looked at Elena, "Let's talk about something else."

"Talk about...about what?" Elena said a little dull.

"Maybe it's your necklace, maybe it's something about your house," said Mycroft, "but we've got a lot to talk about anyway."

"That necklace of mine?" Elena focused on the first sentence, she subconsciously held the necklace on her chest, "Is there any problem with it?"

She laughed a little, "Could it be that the necklace on my body is the real 'Eye of Horus'?"

Mycroft made a "shh" gesture.

This solemn action actually startled Elena.

She subconsciously let go of the hand holding the necklace, and looked at Mycroft hesitantly, "Really...is it?"

"It's true, so what?" asked Mycroft.

Elena thought about it seriously.

"Ah, this," she said hesitantly, "it doesn't seem very good to run around with other people's eyes?"

The main reason is that if Horus really exists, it may be with other people's eyes, which is a bit disrespectful.

nothing else...

Mycroft laughed, this time more genuinely than before.

"There's no real 'Eye of Horus' in the world," he said slowly, "but this one is on you—probably has some other purpose."

There was the sound of quickening footsteps not far away. Mycroft held down the voice box, listened carefully, and then sighed.

"Sherlock is back," said he, "and he's really worried about me staying with you, Miss Molson."

Elena pursed her lips.

"Maybe it's because we don't know each other well and it's a bit awkward?" she said, "I do that sometimes..."

With a slight wave of Mycroft's hand, she stopped her from continuing to defend Sherlock.

"My brother, I know all too well," he said. "The last answer—you don't seem to be sensitive to other people's prying into your privacy, probably not because of habit, but because of 'others.'"

Mycroft looked at Sherlock who was striding forward, and glanced at Elena beside him.

"Has anyone ever said that you are actually very similar to him?"

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