Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Turning the sack over could not find a single candy, and the count could only sigh.

He touched the pocket on the side, feeling a little pained.

In the past, the butler restricted his intake of sugar and watched him every day, not allowing the Earl to eat too much.

He has been saving for a long time.

But fortunately, although he didn't have so many pockets, he still hid a few pockets in another pocket.

The Count quietly touched his other pocket sewn inside the coat where the sugar was hidden.

After losing so much candy, the remaining two candies will not be given to the inspector.

He still has to keep coaxing his daughter.

Elena didn't like sugar since she was a child, so there might be some left over.

When the time comes to eat a few, the housekeeper will definitely not say anything.

On the other side, Elena was having a lively chat with Dr. Watson.

Watson has a certain understanding of interior layout, and often observes the surrounding environment, and really gave her a lot of practical suggestions.

And Watson is really good at telling stories, and he also told her about the interior design and some interesting places encountered in the process of several cases.

Listening to the stories Watson told, she felt that Sherlock, who was obviously a neighbor and very common, had such an unknown side.

Sharp, alert, and athletic.

She was used to getting along with Sherlock, but now that she thought about it, she was actually right.

Sherlock was indeed such a man.

Elena followed the three people in front while listening to Watson's story.

When talking about the most exciting part of the case, when Sherlock quickly caught the criminal and convinced him, Elena couldn't help but look forward.

She also imagined such a picture in her mind a little bit.

How Sherlock himself stops criminals, his grappling skills, his...

Then he just met Sherlock's eyes.

He seemed to be worried that the two of them were too far behind, so he turned around and found Elena looking at him, and smiled as if to comfort her.

Elena didn't know why, and quietly bent the corner of her mouth.

"Tell me a few more stories, Dr. Watson," she said to Watson, "just as there is nothing else--"

Uncle Ben stopped her.

He whispered, "Someone is coming."

Sherlock shook his head, "It's my brother."

He paused, "There should be Inspector Lestrade and Earl Molson."

Eric adjusted his clothes a little.

"In that case," he said, "you should be able to go back by yourself?"

Elena looked at him.

"Wait," she said, "where are you going?"

"Go back to where I belong," Eric said simply.

"Wait a minute," Elena tore a piece of paper from the notebook, and scribbled a place name.

She handed him the note, "Remember to apply for the job tomorrow."

Eric looked at her strangely.

"I don't need to work," he quipped, "I'm not short of money."

"But wouldn't it be nice to crush those who look down on you in your best field?" Elena explained, "That's what I think..."

She thinks the best way is to come up with something, so that these things that can be boasted by the world will ridicule those who look down on her and despise her as a woman.

"No, you don't understand," Eric snorted coldly, "You haven't experienced my past—"

A lady who had been pampered since she was a child said this to him.

Is this pity for him?

He said roughly, "I don't need your pity."

What he said to Elena was a bit inexplicable.

"So are you coming or not?" She asked directly, "I just extended an invitation to you, not begging you to come."

She just thinks that Eric has this talent, and it would be a pity not to be an architect.

Think about it, how many miracles can such an architectural genius create?

Elena shook her head, "I don't force you. I just think you are very similar to Inigo Jones and John Vanbrugh."

Both of them are not the sons of nobles, but they also first studied stage design from the opera house, and finally changed careers to become architects.

Eric smiled.

"Whatever you think," he said indifferently before leaving.

Elena looked at his disappearing back and sighed.

"Is his talent really outstanding?" Watson asked curiously.

"Yes," Elena replied, turning to him, "and I think he has perseverance."

She can also see a paranoia in Eric, who can be called a weird temper.

I don't know if it's paranoia about feelings or something else, but Elena understands that this kind of person takes things very seriously, and she will study hard, and if she doesn't do it perfectly, she will correct it by herself until she reaches the ideal ending.

What's this!This is simply the perfect candidate for spontaneous overtime!

Thinking of this, she sighed again.

"I think he, oh," Elena said a little downcast, "...it's really a pity."

Watson nodded and echoed, "Indeed, if this is the case, it might be a loss for the construction industry."

The two changed the subject and chatted about something else, and the group met the Earl, Mycroft and Lestrade who were rushing here.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and glanced at Sherlock, "Nobody caught?"

"No, don't you too?" Sherlock replied a little aggressively, "It's not exactly what you think."

"Then I didn't suffer a loss," Mycroft shrugged, and put his shoulders on his younger brother's shoulders, "Let's go, go back."

Sherlock moved a little unaccustomed, but did not refute.

The count looked at his daughter calmly, and was relieved to see that she was fine.

Then he just breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Watson was talking and laughing with his daughter, and he brought it up again.

How could the two of them walk together?

The earl was shocked, and then looked at Uncle Ben and Sherlock with a look of hatred.

These two people can't do it, why don't you stop it?

Forget it, he will come by himself.

"Well, it's nothing serious." He tentatively took a few steps in Elena's direction, and glanced a few times. "It's okay, I didn't embarrass me."

Then, he walked close to Elena, and quietly pushed Watson who was standing aside to the side.

Elena didn't notice the Earl's movements, so she agreed a few times to perfunctory the count.

Then he was stuffed with a candy by the unsmiling earl.

She looked at the delicately packaged candy in her palm, and then at the earl.

"Father, did you specially leave this for me?" Elena asked with a smile.

The earl denied this statement with a little embarrassment.

"It's not me," he replied immediately, "how could I bring something like this? You're so disappointing to me, Elena. You think your father would wear this?"

Lestrade looked at the count, and then at himself.

Who was the one who enthusiastically handed him candy just now?

While talking about the case with Sherlock, he subconsciously felt that he seemed to know something he couldn't know.

At this time, Elena had already quickly unwrapped the candy wrapper, and stuffed the candy into her mouth.

"Then who brought this?" She asked vaguely, "Father, this candy is quite delicious."

The Earl watched her actually eat the candy with an expression mingled with disappointment and heartache.

Did not expect, really did not expect.

But since he said it was not his own candy, he had to find someone to be the owner of the "sugar".

Inspector Lestrade doesn't look like a sugar lover.

The Earl decisively found a partner.

He sighed, "It's Mr. Holmes. Because he didn't have a pocket for putting sugar in his clothes, he left it with me temporarily and said he would give you one later."

Big Mr Holmes?

Elena looked at Mycroft curiously.

"It's me," Mycroft admitted with a smile, "I seem to have a candy with you, Lord Molson?"

He said slowly, "I also feel that I need a little sugar now."

These words were like a bolt from the blue to the Earl.

But the words have been released, and he can't deny it.

With shaking hands, the count took out the last candy and handed it to Mycroft.

Elena could almost see grief and anger from his calm and tired face.

It seems that my father loves candy but he doesn't want to admit it. He put on airs, but he didn't expect Mr. Holmes to really take the candy away.

She pursed her lips, and couldn't help laughing, feeling as if that was the case.

"What are you laughing at?" the count immediately scolded.

so rude!Don't think that he can laugh casually without seeing it!

"Nothing," Elena replied, holding back a smile.

She fudged the count a few times, and chatted with him about family affairs.

The earl felt sleepy when talking about family affairs.

It's not easy for him to say "I don't want to talk" directly, so he has to continue the conversation without saying a word.

After speaking a few words, the count changed the subject.

"Someone sent me tickets to a play, and there's a new play coming up recently," he said, "You have to go."

The Earl always felt that his daughter's hair volume was gradually decreasing.

He heard from the housekeeper that Elena has been working every day and night because of Miss Darcy's entrustment.

If things go on like this, apart from the blueprints coming out, Elena's hair will take a step ahead and achieve the ending of premature baldness.

No, absolutely not.

This time it was Elena who had a headache.

"Can you not go, father?" she breathed. "I don't want to go to the play, Miss Darcy's project is not finished yet..."

The earl raised his eyebrows and said in a serious tone, "Are you disobeying my order?"

Don't go to eat, drink and have fun, but still want to work?Think beautifully!

"No," Elena said, "I really don't have time..."

She has been really busy recently.

The count snorted coldly.

He had asked Lydia who was in charge of Elena's schedule in advance, and she was obviously free that day.

"I asked, and Miss Bennet said that you didn't have any plans that afternoon or evening," said the Earl, "I didn't make them on a whim. How long have you been social?"

If this continues, I'm afraid I'm going to break away from the social circle.This is absolutely impossible!

"Not long ago," Elena said vaguely.

In fact, since the previous banquet, she has never participated in a similar social event.

"Must go," ordered the count, "and I will go that very day."

It's an excellent time to be lazy, and he must not be missing.

Elena nodded helplessly.

Let's talk about it then, she thought.

Anyway, when you encounter this kind of thing, it's right to be perfunctory.She's done it before.

The author has something to say: Earl: ?Are you perfunctory by eating my candy?

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Inigo Jones - the originator of British architects, his family was poor, his parents were laundrymen, he was initially engaged in stage art design, and later he was appreciated by the king to engage in the construction industry and became a court architect, representing Whitehall as the most grand palace building in the UK John Vanbrugh - British comedy writer, architect, originally a playwright, and later became an architect, the famous design works for Lord Carlyle designed the Castle Howard Opera House in Yorkshire. It is not a bad job to become an architect. very common 2333