Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Thinking of this, Elena couldn't help jumping on the spot a few times.

She couldn't suppress her relaxed mood, even if such a bad thing happened on the construction site, it wouldn't affect her anymore.

Humming a song and turning around, Elena picked up the letter and read it again.

The good news is that some basic information and nearby future plans will be delivered to her at a faster speed in the next few days, and these information can also help her avoid some blind spots.

The museum land circled in the letter is an irregular trapezoid, surrounded by roads. In fact, the transportation is relatively convenient, and it is a land specially vacated for cultural and educational planning.

Looking to the south, the adjacent area is relatively bustling and bustling land in London. Relatively speaking, the expectations of the public are also high.

Elena spread out again, and carefully looked at the land several times.

What designers need to do is not only to design the form of the building itself, but also to combine the surrounding terrain, coordinate the nearby roads, greening, and the primary and secondary entrances and exits of the building.

Of course, intersections are not suitable for approaching as entrances.This would cause congestion between the vehicles. Even if there were no cars at the moment, Elena absolutely did not want to cause the carriages to be too close to each other.

It is best to make a branch for people and vehicles in advance... Make a circle around it, and then come in from another place, and set up green barriers around it to avoid the dilemma of mixed vehicles and minimize the entanglement between people and vehicles.

She still wants to discuss the form of the building with Eric to see how to balance the strengths of the two to make this design, but facing the planning around her, she can't help but get excited, and her thoughts turn quickly.

It’s not long before gravel pavement appears, but pavement with low sides and high middle has been popularized when laying. If possible, she plans to call for the use of this kind of pavement in this project to try to be as strong, stable and anti-corrosion as possible. Dust, it is better to use it when the car appears in the future.

Elena didn't intend to make a so-called "one-shot deal", and she didn't want to focus only on the limitations of the times at this time.

She hoped that this building would be well preserved, or even better, the design should be considered for the future, so that future users can use it well without making major changes or overturning it.

Back in this era, considering these things, isn't that exactly what she should do?

After being happy for a while, Elena couldn't help pouring cold water on herself.

"Don't worry, this project may not be yours yet," she murmured, "It's not time yet... Let's go to the site to see it first, I don't know the specifics yet."

Little Brutt should also be there to mediate specific matters. Lydia asked for leave today.

Eric probably also went to the scene with Brutt Jr., and maybe he can have lunch with him at noon, and chat while eating.

She wanted to share the great news with them!

Elena hurriedly grabbed the hat and coat on the table, and rushed outside.

She looked around for a while at the apprentices who were seriously drawing pictures, then went out, beckoned to a taxi, and got into it shortly.

After announcing the name of the place over there, Elena raised her hand and knocked on the carriage, and the driver behind drove the carriage.

The car drove steadily past the land where the road was still under construction. When Elena heard the sound, she couldn't help but lifted the curtain and glanced outside.

Several people were busy tinkering with the machine, and the steam roller made continuous noise, and passers-by walked around that area one after another.

"Is the road being built here?" Elena asked curiously.

"Yes, my dear lady," the coachman replied in his sonorous voice, "it happens that roads are being built in this area recently, don't worry, I am the most experienced coachman in London, and I will definitely let you Can't feel the bumps!"

His voice didn't sound like a native, but it had an Irish accent.

"Thank you very much," Elena asked with a smile, "You are so kind, can you hurry up?"

"Sit still, miss," whistled the coachman, and then picked up his speed.

His technique was indeed as smooth and fast as he said. When Elena got out of the carriage and watched him caressing her horses, she could only think "this is indeed a master horse trainer".

Elena took the double tip from her bag, and was about to hand it to the driver standing next to her, but found that he looked a little familiar.

Holmes, disguised as a coachman, smiled slyly at her.

"Mr. Holmes!" Eileen yelled in surprise, and couldn't help laughing, "You really——I don't suspect that coachman at all. He is really an expert driver."

The coachman was originally sitting in the back row, and she didn't even pay much attention to the coachman's appearance when she got into the car.

"Mr. Brutt mentioned that you haven't come yet, so I volunteered to borrow a carriage and planned to come to you." Holmes smiled and walked around the obstacles on the ground with her, and walked into the field side by side. Nothing else, just a little bit of makeup. It seems that my makeup skills are pretty good?"

"That's not brilliant at all," Elena praised, "It's very powerful, it's the pinnacle."

To be honest, Elena had only heard about the legendary figure who could transform herself into another person in the stories before, and now that Holmes appeared in front of her dressed as a coachman, she hadn't noticed it, which always surprised her .

"No, no, maybe a little less than a professional actor," said Holmes rather modestly.

But Elena could clearly see that Holmes blushed a little, and seemed to be more interested, and he dragged her to talk about this matter incessantly.

This is a rare time for him to talk too much.

So Elena didn't interrupt, just quietly listening to his theories that were somewhat obscure to Elena.

After talking like this for quite a while, Holmes stopped as if he still had something to say.

He said apologetically, "Actually, ah, I forgot that you're not interested in—"

"No, nothing," Elena shook her head, "It's also beneficial to me to listen to it occasionally."

She tilted her head and winked at Holmes, "After all, design comes from life. Maybe the buildings I plan to design in the future can also be unpredictable?"

Inspiration is something unpredictable.

So Holmes also laughed in agreement, "You're right, I often listen to Watson's wrong ideas, and when refuting these things, I will also avoid these options and exclude the remaining ones. This way of thinking is generally more correct.”

"Then you must not tell Dr. Watson this sentence," Elena said with a smile, "I don't think he will be very happy."

Although Dr. Watson said he had a good temper, he probably would have been indignant for a while when he heard Holmes say this.

"Oh, he knew all along." Holmes waved his hand nonchalantly. "He's making fewer and fewer mistakes now... It turns out that correcting mistakes helps to sharpen one's thinking."

He looked at Elena thoughtfully, "You seem to be very happy today, Miss Elena?"

"Yes," Elena said as calmly as possible, "something happened that made me very happy."

"I got an invitation to design the museum," she said with a happy smile. "It's great! I would also like to thank Mr. Big Holmes for the recommendation."

"The museum? The one that is to be built recently?" asked Holmes.

Elena nodded affirmatively.

"No, perhaps you don't need to thank him..." Holmes said thoughtfully. "If I'm not mistaken, he has no candidate at hand, so he has to look for you."

So he pushed Elena up. On the one hand, he could repay the previous favor, and on the other hand, he could just let Elena accept his favor.

"Then at least he chose me instead of someone else." Elena shook her head in disapproval. "I'm very happy that he gave me this chance, no matter what the reason is."

She skipped the subject, "Mr. Holmes, what happened this time?"

"It's almost here," said Holmes, avoiding the subject. "I think it would be better if Mr. Brutt told you."

Seeing that Elena was a little confused, he slowed down his voice and explained, "Let me explain for you, it might be too bloody..."

Elena nodded.

She looked at Little Brut standing in the temporary shed beside him, who was looking at Eric beside him with a smirk.

It seems to have been mixed.

"I'm late," Elena walked over, "You guys already know each other?"

She glanced at the two, "Can someone explain to me what happened?"

"It's nothing," Little Brutt resumed his usual look, "it's a very common thing, you don't have to worry about it, it's a person who fell in love with another person and couldn't get it, the two got entangled for a while, and then happened to pass by Here, just..."

He said simply, "It was indeed an unlucky coincidence. The body hidden here was exposed by excavation within a few days."

"Is the deceased a man or a woman?" Elena asked softly.

Seeing that Elena's complexion was not very good, Little Brutt carefully glanced at her.

"It's for a lady in her prime," he said here, and couldn't help sighing, "Her stepfather just came here this morning, and he almost fainted from grief. How pitiful, a white-haired man giving a black-haired man..."

Mentioning this, Elena also sighed.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like if this happened to her, there were too many misfortunes in the world.

"Where's the suspect?" Elena changed the subject and asked a little seriously, "Have you been arrested?"

"Yes," Little Brutt sighed again, "but you know, the steam roller happened to stop here a few days ago, and the murderer also borrowed this..."

He said with a bit of a headache, "Now the father of the late lady is entangled in this, thinking that we bear the unshirkable responsibility for the death of his adopted daughter."

"Where are the others?" Elena looked around, "Why didn't I see it?"

At this moment, someone lifted the curtain hanging at the back, and got in a little arrogantly.

He yelled, "I want an explanation! My daughter in the Mood for Love died here, and I must ask for an explanation. It must be that people here are not optimistic about the machine, otherwise how could my daughter be reduced to such a state! "

Little Brut looked extremely embarrassed, he quietly tugged on Elena's sleeve, motioning her to stop talking.

Elena was wondering about little Brutt's unusual attitude, when she saw the old man lying on the ground and splashing.

"My poor daughter!" he whimpered, "it was my fault that your poor father couldn't even put you back together and let you rest in the ground—"

The author has something to say: Earl: ?Why am I not there.I am familiar with this kind of occasion!

Britain began to operate public carriages in 1699. At the end of the 18th century, it began to implement the method (to improve road drainage, improve roadbed bearing capacity, and save materials) at the end of the 19th century. In the 2333th century, steam road rolling machines were widely used. Gradually The gravel pavement was used instead of the block pavement. As for the concrete pavement, we had to wait until after World War I. [-]

感谢在2020-09-1500:42:15~2020-09-1521:18:54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 landmines: 2 songs, one song and one song;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Jiuqing; 3 bottles of Qianluo; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!