Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

After returning, Elena reintegrated some details that Watson and Holmes told her, and planned to sort out what happened.

Although Uncle Ben didn't say anything, Elena also guessed the reason why he wanted to hide it from her.

Most of them either think that a lady shouldn't listen to this, or that she might get angry when she finds out the truth.

Then make some emotional behavior irrationally.

Uncle Ben's desire to protect her is too strong, even stronger than the Earl.

He always indulged Elena to do whatever she wanted to do according to the rules, including horseback riding and shooting. He also taught Elena's marksmanship, and he never felt that even if Elena went to work in someone else's construction firm , or flipping someone else's architectural firm is no big deal.

But every time this kind of "unorthodox" or "unsuitable for ladies" topic is involved, Uncle Ben very stubbornly refuses to involve Elena in this field.

Doing whatever it takes, including taking her cookie box to the third floor, as if thinking it would get her back to rest.

"Don't ask this," said Uncle Ben for the third time to Elena who slipped down.

With a straight face, he drove Elena upstairs, "If you're sleepy, you can go upstairs and sleep. This kind of thing should be handled by men."

Elena stuck out her tongue quietly at him while he was talking to Sherlock with his back.

Then he was caught by Sherlock.

Sherlock bent his lips, and Elena winked at him quietly.

However, this happy mood did not last long.

Uncle Ben looked at the two suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Elena replied.

"It's nothing, is it?" Uncle Ben snorted in disbelief, "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Then Elena was carried by the collar and placed at the door of the third floor.

Just as Uncle Ben turned his head to leave, Elena grabbed his sleeve and shook it lightly a few times.

"Uncle Ben—" she softened her tone, "tell me!"

Uncle Ben rubbed his eyebrows a little irritably.

"It's not time for you to know yet," he said wearily. "When the time comes, I'll tell you."

Elena looked directly into Uncle Ben's eyes.

"In this case, when will the right time come?" she asked.

Uncle Ben waved his hand, but didn't say the specific time.

He thought to himself, wait for Elena to forget about this, and then it will be fine.

Anyway, he used to coax the earl like this, and everyone in the Molson family did the same.

Very coaxing.Except, of course, Yvette.

Elena casually scribbled a few strokes on the sketch paper, feeling a little inexplicably irritated.

She doesn't seem to be in the mood today, and she is rarely interested in work.

After adjusting for a while and finding it was useless, Elena simply lay on her soft and comfortable chair, hugging the pillow and thinking about what happened.

According to the information disclosed on Mycroft Road, Mr. Oldecke, the architect who lives in Norwood, as a famous engineer and architect, has dirty hands and feet. He conspired with others to embezzle project funds in his early years, and had conflicts with the earl.

Recently, I heard that the new "person", that is, Mycroft, is not easy to mess with, and he is cleaning up the old accounts left by his predecessor, and he just squandered all his money because of extravagant expenses, so he planned to Feign death and set out the property.

Oldek, who planned to fake his death, heard that the ex-lover's husband had just passed away not long ago. The ex-lover and her husband had an only child who was already working, the young lawyer McFarlane.

So he planned to fake the death into a murder scene and frame it on McFarlane.

According to Oldek, the deceased at the scene of the fire was a homeless person nearby.

He had been planning for a long time, and he also removed all the things that were not conducive to ignition.

But Sherlock suspected that it was someone else who arranged this matter, or instructed Oldek to make such a sophisticated crime scene.

Eric's appearance today, as well as the appearance of Moriarty who claimed to be her uncle, seemed to prove this point.

Due to the title of "consulting criminals" and the expected timing of his appearance today, Eileen felt that it was probably Moriarty who claimed to be her uncle.

But if it's him, is there any good in doing these things?

What is he for?Have fun?

Mycroft said that the little fly inside was solved by him, and he also thanked Elena.

Then Moriarty lost the eyeliner lurking around Mycroft.

Eric said that someone reminded him that Moriarty might pose a potential threat to Elena, so he came in a hurry and wanted to take her to France to avoid disaster.

So if he arranged this game, then Moriarty also sent the account sheet, just to let her go to Norwood, and finally create a coincidence through Eric and meet him?

But seeing such a side, what can you do?

It's true that Elena has benefited a lot from it, and she feels that she has gained a little trick for designing secret passages.

Also had a roast chicken.

She touched the necklace around her neck and fell asleep on the chair while thinking like this.

The second time I saw Eric, it was actually only a few days after the thrilling incident.

That day also coincided with the opening time of the new play mentioned by the Earl.

The earl strongly urged her to watch the play, and in order to prevent Elena from deliberately missing the time, he also specially moved the documents to the architectural office for processing.

For this reason, he gave up the desserts and biscuits at home, and got up early to wait for someone to open the door at the gate of the architectural office.

When Eric stepped into the door of the architectural office, Elena was flipping through the design exercises of Lydia, Brut Jr., and several newly recruited apprentices.

She rolled over and sighed.

Little Brutt was quite familiar with Elena, and he asked understandingly, "Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?"

It was then slapped with sketch paper rolled into a stick.

Little Brut showed an aggrieved expression.

"I..." he said, a little downcast, "did I do something wrong, Miss Molson?"

"So, tell me, what is your design concept?" Elena asked calmly, "The ballroom is designed so big, the bedroom and kitchen are squeezed together, and the bathroom is still located in the garden. Do you want to use an umbrella to go to the bathroom?"

She couldn't imagine that such a design sketch actually came from the hands of an architect who graduated from a formal college.

Little Brutt opened his mouth.

Doesn't he just need to be responsible for receiving the client?

After understanding Little Brutt's thoughts, Elena laughed angrily, "Do you think the client can be fooled by you? You don't understand anything, and you can only blow out the blueprints. How can you accept the client's troubles?"

"Okay," she picked out Brutt's sketch and put it in front of him, "Do you tear it up or should I tear it up?"

Little Brutt was so scolded that he not only tore up the sketch, but also took the time to bow his head and admit his mistake with a good professional attitude.

"Sorry, I was wrong," he said, "I shouldn't underestimate the basics."

"It's good that you know," Elena sighed, "Alright, submit three different proposals tomorrow."

This is homework.

Little Brut held his chest in disbelief, while Lydia next to him gloated and laughed.

"Why are you laughing? And you, Lydia," Elena pointed at a square on the picture unceremoniously, "What's the matter with your well? Who helped you figure it out?"

She knocked hard on the table, "Make sure, this is a sidewalk, you put a well here, waiting for others to fall? Is there gold in it, and you want someone to dig it for you?"

Lydia was also scolded and kept silent.

Immediately afterwards, Elena looked at the apprentice, and before she could get angry, she was interrupted by the count.

He coughed and knocked on the table, "Eileen, someone is looking for you."

Elena looked up and found that it was Eric.

"Oh, come in," she said normally, "sit casually, I'm showing the apprentices homework."

Then I flipped through a few more pages of sketch paper, and was deeply overwhelmed by the apprentice's high-level floor plan.

"You," she looked at the apprentice next to her, "is this a tall building designed for trapeze people?"

"No," the apprentice looked blank when asked, "It's just a living room designed for normal people."

He thought, it seems that there are no trapeze people in this world, right?

"But your design, in case of a fire," Elena clicked on the floor plan, "Where do you tell me to run?"

Seeing the apprentice groaning for a long time, unable to speak, she said helplessly, "I'll help you figure it out, and jump directly from the window. This is the only way, and it's quite suitable. It's the best choice for escaping quickly. "

The earl was covering his face with a document and smiling.

In the past, he and the other architects in his own office were the targets of scolding, but now finally Elena's cannon fire is no longer aimed at herself, and she is causing harm to others.

It doesn't look like it's all without benefits.

"And this." Elena pulled out another piece of paper, "Your sketch of the plan has completely refreshed my perception of ugliness."

She said sadly, "If there is no accident, this plan will be ugly."

Hearing this, the count also came over.

What does it mean to refresh the perception of ugliness?Is it so scary?

After reading it, the count slumped back to his seat, covering his face with the document.

I feel like this description is really appropriate.

Seeing the Earl's exaggerated performance, Eric simply stepped forward to take a look.

"Let me see," he reached out to take away the stack of homework papers.

The apprentice who drew the blueprint looked at the masked eccentric expectantly.

He felt that his only hope of being praised was pinned on him.

What if this person can really match his design ideas?

Eric looked at it for a while, then silently put the drawings back in place.

Elena looked at him, "How do you feel?"

Eric shook his head a little heavily.

He looked at the apprentice, "Have you considered changing careers? I think..."

People who feel that they can make residential designs look like stacks of smelly socks may not be suitable for this industry.