Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The housekeeper gave him a surprised look.

Although she didn't directly shout that she agrees with this statement, she still nodded implicitly.

"Let me show you upstairs," said the housekeeper, "take a walk."

Elena nodded.

"Just a little look," she said slowly, "thank you so much."

The housekeeper shook her head slightly, and led the three of them upstairs.

Although this villa in the countryside is remote, it is not simple.

The interior of the house is very suitable for the owner of this house. It also follows the route of Gothic revival, paying attention to the beauty of curved surface and sculpture.

She herself has an architect father who also follows this style, and Elena is not interested in these.

She took a quick glance, and saw that the wallpaper at the entrance was clean and tidy, with exquisite patterns drawn on it, and it seemed that a lot of effort had been spent on the arrangement.

"It's great to live here," Little Brutt praised dutifully, "I think this place is really a good place, with exquisite furnishings and elegant layout. Anyone who comes here should praise the masterpiece of a master of art. ! Even if it is a little messy, it will not damage its artistic atmosphere at all, but it highlights the beauty of the intersection of life and art!"

He said it wasn't enough, and asked Lydia next to him symbolically, "What does Miss Bennet think?"

As a married lady, it is not particularly appropriate to come out to work.

Therefore, after discussing with them, they still called Lydia as Miss Bennet as she was not married for the time being.

Lydia naturally couldn't roll her eyes outside.

She also complimented little Brutt, and the housekeeper who praised him showed a proud expression, and quietly pinched little Brutt while the housekeeper was not paying attention.

Little Brutt hissed in pain.

He didn't complain for the first time, but took the opportunity to make a gesture, implying that Lydia was in the way.

And while she was chatting with the housekeeper, she held back Elena who was distracted from checking the layout.

"I don't think this house is right," Little Brut said in a low voice.

"I feel it too," Elena said, "There is a strange smell everywhere."

She looked at Little Brutt, "You also found something unusual, didn't you?"

Little Brutt nodded solemnly.

He said in a low voice, "I suspect that this housekeeper has a lover."

Elena: ...?

Elena was really taken aback when she heard this answer.

Well, maybe I was stunned for more than a moment.

This suspicion is indeed a bit unexpected. Shouldn't normal people guess that the owner of the house is probably not dead? Isn't this a self-directed and self-acted thing?

How did little Brut's brain grow?

On the other hand, little Brutt was still talking.

"Look," he said in a low voice, "the oil paintings and porcelain in this house are all fake. I just saw a curtain move on the top floor. Maybe she hid her lover here .”

Elena's focus was off.

"How do you know that these are all fake?" She looked at Little Brutt, "It seems that you know these things quite well?"

Little Brut smiled shyly.

"I have been in contact with it before, um," he said coyly, "a celebrity from America, um, she is more interested in this."

Elena issued a puzzled question.

"...Does this have any necessary connection with you knowing this?" She asked quite bluntly.

"Just, like the entrusting party?" Little Brutt didn't expect Elena to be so puzzled, he tried his best to explain, "Follow what you like."

Anyway, finding someone in a higher position and trying to eat and drink for free is the way to try to figure out the other party's mind, and then make the most of it.

Thinking of this, little Brutt smacked his lips.

It's just a pity that the lady at that time was quite stingy, she said nice words, but she didn't give any real money, not only wasting his youth, but also wasting a lot of his time (which should have been used to invest in the favor of the rich woman) .

But when it came to this, little Brute still wanted to take the opportunity to test the Countess's attitude.

He said casually, "I stayed with her for a while, and then I paid more attention to it. You don't mind, Miss Molson?"

Generally speaking, this sentence will cause one party to feel jealous towards the other party, and some people will also feel uncomfortable feeling that their things have been stolen, and occasionally ask "she is better or me".

The object of his temptation was looking at the ceiling with his hands behind his back, without thinking about it at all.

I was a little puzzled at the front, and it wasn't until Little Brutt mentioned the relationship between the client and the designer that Elena nodded in understanding.

"Why should I care?" She was a little puzzled, "No, I think you did a great job. The attitude towards the entrusting party is to do what you like and think about it. I will leave it to you, come on.”

Little Brut said hello dryly.

He should have celebrated a successful promotion, but he had the illusion of punching cotton.

What will save you, countess, full of career?

At this moment, the housekeeper looked back at the two people who were dawdling behind.

Elena still maintains the posture of admiring the sculpture art on the ceiling, and Little Brutt is also in this posture, noticing the gaze of the housekeeper, and smiling at her, showing a pure and innocent look.

A few people finished shopping on the first floor, and when they walked to the second floor, they met a detective.

When he saw the housekeeper, his eyes lit up, "It just so happens that Officer Lestrade has something to do with you, Mrs. Lexington, please come with me."

The housekeeper looked in Elena's direction, "Sorry, I still have guests here..."

"Guest?" The young detective looked this way, and happened to meet Lydia's unkind eyes.

He immediately recalled the pain of being dominated by her sloppy last time.

"Ah, here," the detective hesitated, "I..."

Should I run away alone now, and the person I told the inspector not to mess with has arrived, or should I run away directly with the housekeeper?

"Don't worry about us, Mrs. Luxington," Elena waved her hand, "We can go around a little by ourselves, the doors should all be open, right?"

The housekeeper nodded, and the detective breathed a sigh of relief.

The two went to the room where the incident happened, and after disappearing around the corner, Elena waved to the two beside her.

"Come with me," she said simply.

She led the two of them around the house on this floor, and then went down to the yard to observe the general shape of the house.

"Did you see anything?" Elena asked the somewhat basic little Brutt.

Little Brut looked back with an innocent look.

"No?" he replied hesitantly.

"You didn't find the corresponding room just now, did you?" Elena said slowly, "The window seems to be an inexplicable burden, added casually——you think a mature architect will create Is this kind of window? Although there is no fee for the window nowadays, everyone knows how to be safe.”

Little Brutt shook his head affirmatively.

"You're quite right, Miss Molson," he exclaimed, "it's almost—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lydia next to him.

Taking advantage of no one, she took the time to taunt, "It's like there is nothing in the sky and nothing on the earth. Okay, let's do something, Mr. Brutt, what do you think we should do now? Find someone to arrest? I guess there People are still there."

"Why don't we go by ourselves?" Little Brutt said whimsically, "You see, we can do it too. Then we can find a newspaper to brag about—"

"We are in architectural design," Elena ruthlessly interrupted his delusion, "don't engage in such nonsense. I took you for a walk and you didn't find that there was a mezzanine inside, and the design also used misplaced ones." Height difference, go back and practice more."

Little Brut looked at her in shock, then showed a begging expression, his eyes were watery, it looked like Elena had done something resentful to him.

Elena returned a kind smile.

Little Brutt prayed for failure, drooped his head, and accepted the impromptu homework assignment.

Lydia on the side smiled gloatingly.

Before she could taunt her, Elena reminded, "You remember to draw both architectural sketches and landscape sketches this week. If you don't hand in all of them on Monday, you will double them next week."

Lydia also lost her mind.

This time, it was Little Brut who laughed at her.

After tidying up the two children, Elena went upstairs first, intending to tell Holmes what she thought.

Turning around, the door of only one room upstairs was closed, and she didn't care who was asking questions, so she knocked on the door with one hand, and then walked in.

Then, someone covered his mouth with his backhand, and quickly dragged him into the secret door.

Her eyes went dark, but smelling the strange smell on the handkerchief, she gradually became dizzy and lost consciousness.

Little Brutt and Lydia beside her were looking around, and when they came back to their senses, the countess who was standing here was gone.

Lydia let out a high-pitched scream that attracted the guards.

And the little Brut beside her was stunned.

But he still maintained his basic calm, and told the general story of the incident to Mr. Holmes who rushed over.

But when they broke through the small attic hidden in the house, it was almost a mess inside.

The architect who was supposed to be the deceased not only sat alive in the corner, his hands were tied and unable to move, he was quite surprised to see them.

After removing the cloth strip from his mouth, Oldek took a breath.

"I said, I said everything," he said hastily, "I want to slander that McFarlane, it's my fault, I shouldn't do such a stupid thing."

"Who is the dead person in the courtyard?" Sherlock took a breath, "The tramp who disappeared a few days ago?"

Oldek nodded desperately.

He even admitted a lot of his own mistakes, but he didn't know anything about the person who kidnapped Elena.

"Just in the middle of the night last night, that man came here and tied me up," he said bitterly. "What, someone was kidnapped? I don't know anything..."

"You're thinking about it, thinking about it," Lestrade urged him. "Is it a man or a woman? What kind of clothes? Rough height? Age? Tall, short, fat, thin?"

Lestrade was almost in a hurry to get angry. This was not just a case of arson and murder.

It was no small matter that a countess was lost under his nose.

Meanwhile, Sherlock and Mycroft walked to the other side of the house and groped carefully on the wall.

"I don't remember, and then I was stunned and thrown in a corner, and I didn't wake up for a long time," Oldek recalled desperately, "He was wrapped in a black robe, and he didn't look like anything special, and neither did I." Knowing that he is tall, short, fat and thin...it should be a man."

He tapped his palms, "He's under the hood, and he seems to be wearing a mask!"

And at this moment, Sherlock finally found the mechanism.

He pulled it down hard, and a black hole burst open in this narrow place.

And Odeck on the side opened his mouth wide in horror.

It took him a long time before he recovered his voice, "I didn't design this... Well, who did this?"

The author has something to say: You should be able to tell whose style it is?

qaq I forgot to stuff the manuscript box today, it’s a bit late

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