Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The person's skilled posture and vigorous movements did not tell at all that he was an old man.

Little Brutt sighed remorsefully, deeply feeling that it was a mistake for him not to bring Lydia with him today.

Of course, you can just think about this kind of thing in your head. If Lydia is really here, he will definitely stop her.

Although Brut Jr. knows how to achieve this effect, he still understands that this kind of tactic can be used once or twice in an informal situation, and now it is too low-grade to pull down your face and play rough with this person.

After all, he is not the only one standing in front of the old man. Several people bear the reputation of the architectural firm, so it is better not to be too presumptuous.

"This man has been here for a while," Little Brut whispered to Elena with a headache, "Just now he wanted to blackmail me, but I didn't agree, so he clamored to find Inspector Lestrade... But this guy was so unlucky that he couldn't find anyone. He walked around three times and ran into me."

Elena nodded.

"How much is he going to want?" she asked.

Brut Jr. quoted a huge number.

"He said he was holding my ground," he said annoyedly, "what can I do? I am upright."

Apart from wanting to be close to Miss Qian, he has no blemishes.

Not to mention, that yearns for the ladies' money, is that a stain?no!Greedy money has nothing to say!

The old man cried and yelled, even making Eric beside him frown impatiently.

"This is the trouble you just told me that you can't solve?" Eric looked at Little Brut with a cold face, questioning a bit.

Little Brut nodded.

He thought to himself, does this person have any unique views?

Eric was a little annoyed by the noise.

He looked at the old man on the ground, played with the blade in his hand, and said unhurriedly, "If I kill him, will the matter be settled?"

After saying that, he raised the blade to his eyes, let out a breath, and looked at himself reflected on it.

This sentence is not to scare, but to really move to kill.

The old man on the ground cried out suddenly.

He stood up numbly, "It's fine if I can't say it, why are you still shouting and killing?"

Little Brutt mistook Eric for a joke.

He replied awkwardly, "Haha, this statement doesn't seem particularly funny. But forget it, the people from Scotland Yard are still on the side, man."

Elena sighed.

"Are you?" She asked calmly, "I only know that you are the stepfather of that young lady, but I don't know your name yet."

The old man looked at Elena, mistakenly thinking that Miss Darcy had come in person, and he had a pitiful tone when he shouted loudly.

"I'm Gilbert Warren, and my stepdaughter's name is Barbara, my dear lady. Oh, they're just bullying me, an old man," he slapped the shed vigorously while sobbing, tears streaming down his face, "My daughter is the same as you. Isn't it pitiful that this happened to a young girl?"

"Poor," Elena said truthfully.

"That's right," Warren replied, "So, my dear lady, isn't it too much for them to bully me?"

"But I can't figure out where we bullied you. What does it have to do with us?" Little Brutt asked incredulously, "It's not us who kill people! God, if a person steals a knife from a neighbor's house to kill someone, wouldn't it be Do the neighbors still have to pay the victim?"

Varun choked for a moment.

"But that man won't put a knife in the middle of the road!" He argued forcefully, "Accordingly, this kind of machine should be guarded! I have reason to suspect that your guards and the murderer are in collusion to kill my daughter! "

Two or three staff members of the newspaper office passed by with bags, saw Elena, and greeted her with a smile.

Eileen had dealt with them a lot, and some articles of her own architectural firm often asked them to publicize.

Seeing the people from the newspaper office coming, Varun's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to shout, "Gentlemen, my daughter was killed by the people from this architectural firm and the murderer together! They refuse to take responsibility!"

As he spoke, he began to cry again, "My poor Barbara, your father is powerless and powerless to get justice for you—"

Elena frowned.

She said in a deep voice, "You'd better think clearly before you speak, Mr. Warren. I advise you not to make up things for a little money. This accusation is very serious. If it turns out that this matter has nothing to do with us, we have the right to bring it to you." litigation."

Little Brutt nodded repeatedly, echoing Elena's words, "Yes, yes."

He sighed, and became polite again, "We understand your feelings, but instead of causing trouble for us, Mr. Warren, should you change your partner a little bit? Chasing innocent people like us to ask for an explanation, we There's no other way. Besides, Miss Barbara passed away not long ago... She probably doesn't want to see you so sad that you lose your mind."

"The culprit is Scotland Yard," Eric added simply.

These words are reasonable enough, not only pointing out that the murderer who is already in Scotland Yard should be held accountable, but also alluding to the fact that this person ignored the real murderer who killed his daughter for the sake of money, chasing people from the construction office constantly Sapo.

Little Brut secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter had finally come to an end.

At this time, Varun hid directly behind the newspaper reporter.

"Help me," he cried badly, "because I know that their people are also involved in this murder, and these people are going to kill me!"

"Is this true, Miss Molson?" The person from the newspaper office became serious. "If so, it is really a very bad social case..."

This sentence was heard by Inspector Lestrade who happened to come over.

He strode forward with a serious face, "This is a very serious accusation. Do you have any evidence?"

"I have it!" Varen took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Lestrade tremblingly.

It was stamped with Brut Jr.'s personal seal, and he communicated with the murderer in his tone.

Lestrade glanced briefly, then handed it to Little Brutt, "This is your seal, right?"

He had interacted with little Brut a few times because of things, and he also knew what his personal seal looked like.

Little Brutt took it with shaking hands.

"It looks a lot like my handwriting," he said, "but I'm sure, I really, I didn't write it... definitely forged!"

He looked around, feeling utterly absurd.

"Miss Molson, believe me, I, I really didn't do this," Little Brut explained reluctantly with a pale face, "I can't sleepwalk like this, I never did it. Slander, This is utter slander!"

"Don't panic," Elena said reassuringly, "If you haven't done it, you haven't done it. Everyone is here, and no one will slander you."

She pursed her lower lip and asked, "You accuse Brut Jr. of collaborating in the murder, so why did he kill your daughter?"

"I don't know," Varen said. "I can't breathe—please forgive me."

Little Brut regained his composure at this moment.

"I don't know what you think, I don't know her at all," he said angrily, "I like her? Does your daughter look as good as our person in charge?"

By the way, he also praised the countess once, as expected of him!

Elena, who was mentioned suddenly, froze for a moment, and looked at Little Brutt.

She didn't expect that she would look pretty good in Little Brutt's heart?What is he thinking all day long?

Valen choked.

"You also have plans for your person in charge?" He said in disbelief.

"I have no plans for anyone," said Brutt Jr. angrily.

Lestrade shook his head and looked at Varen beside him, "Letters can be forged."

"Just one letter can't explain anything. Do you have any other evidence?"

"If I remember correctly," Varun replied, "the home of this hypocrite should still have a letter refusing his kindness."

"I didn't do this..." He was a little weak at first, but as he spoke, he hardened, "I didn't do it! I haven't even seen your daughter! How could I kill her? Not to mention receiving letters, it's nonsense!"

"You're lying!" Varen roared, "My daughter lives downstairs from you, and I often meet her. How could you never have seen her? You're probably the same as the murderer, you fall in love with her! I know, you still sent her flowers and bread..."

He waved his hand carelessly, "Mr. Detective, this guy is full of lies, I can't believe what he did to my daughter..."

"Bread, flowers?" Little Brut was stunned.

In his memory, he sent flowers to a lady downstairs, but...

Little Brut asked in a daze, "I sent flowers and bread because the little boy from the widow's house downstairs helped me run errands..."

That day was the little boy's mother's birthday, and he asked for a bouquet of flowers and some bread as a reward for his mother who worked so hard to raise him.

"What are you talking about?" Varen blushed, "She's an unmarried lady!"

"But it's the widow downstairs that I'm sending flowers to?" Little Brutt replied.

He found that the eyes around him were not right, and quickly explained, "I sent flowers because her child helped me run errands and delivered something. The flowers and bread are the boy's reward, and it has nothing to do with me...It was his mother's birthday that day. .”

Warren sneered.

"You're still lying," he said bluntly. "In this building, there are no widows whose husbands died! Let alone children, it's just a letter of refusal."

The detective went to Brut Jr.'s apartment and got the letter. As Varen said, it was indeed a letter from a woman, not a child, and the wording of the letter politely rejected Brut Jr.'s request. kindness.

Obviously, this letter was replaced at some point.

At that time, Brut met the boy on a temporary basis. Not only could he not find the boy at this time, but many people confirmed that he had indeed bought flowers and bread and sent them downstairs.

Nonsense, he originally planned to give the money, but he thought it was too late for the child to go out and it was not safe, so he went to buy things by himself and sent them downstairs. In this case, it was not his fault.

Little Brutt gasped.

He finally understood that this was a game against him.

Almost all the evidence that can appear, even friends can prove that this lady has indeed appeared and chatted with him.

He also did send things to the people in the house where he lived, and the letters were indeed searched out.

Just as little Brut was frowning anxiously, thinking about how to prove that he had no intentions for this young lady, Holmes appeared.

"Excuse me, I feel that this matter is a bit strange," Holmes held a shabby little boy in his hand, "and found the boy poking around, and was stopped by the police detective, but he said that he had important information to tell us." , I brought him here."

"Sorry," the little boy said listlessly, "I can't come in..."

Then, he took out a letter from his pocket, "Mr. Brutt, I'm sorry, I hid it secretly, I'm a little afraid that you will lose it..."

It was indeed a letter of thanks on the surface, but the little boy followed the letter and disassembled the sentences inside.

"Miss Barbara told me that day that there was a secret hidden in this letter, and told me how to unravel it," the little boy choked up, and hurriedly pulled up his sleeves to wipe away his tears.

"Miss Barbara taught me to write and then taught me to read. She is a kind and good person, and so is Mr. Brutt. Good people should not be treated like this," he whispered sadly, "I...she told me, If she died a few days later, someone must have murdered her."

"Murder her?" asked Lestrade. "Who? Who's going to murder her?"

"It's her adoptive father, who is now taking care of the huge inheritance left by her mother," Holmes said coldly, "Gilbert Warren, won't your conscience be disturbed for doing such a thing?"

Varun glanced in the direction of Holmes in panic, and ran outside desperately.

This undoubtedly confirmed Holmes' statement.

The guard at the door caught him in time.

"Your daughter doesn't want to marry the man you choose, so you let him kill her so that you can take the inheritance for yourself," Holmes looked at Varen who was struggling desperately, "I wanted to blackmail Mr. Brutt in private, but I didn't Thinking that he would not admit it, he simply revealed the matter. Who ordered you to frame Mr. Brut Jr. and tarnish his reputation? Say, who handed these forged letters to you?"

At this time, someone lifted the curtain and hurried in.

"I heard that someone is going to bully my daughter?" The earl rolled up his sleeves and said slowly, "And told me that my daughter's new project must be lost, and she might lose money. Tell you, I didn't come here for To reason with you, I am here to support Elena!"

He emphasized majesticly, "No one can bully my daughter in my territory! No one!"

These words are still very pleasant, but the premise is that Elena really made some mistakes.

Elena smiled helplessly.

"Father, don't worry," she grabbed the earl who was eagerly straightening his clothes, and seemed to be planning to find someone to fight immediately, "I'm fine, it's Mr. Brutt who happened. If you're free, why don't you come with me?" Listen to the whole story together, Mr. Holmes is telling the whole story."

"Ah, you're fine, that's fine," the count paused for a moment, and replied calmly.

He looked calm on the surface, but in fact he wanted to dig a hole to hide himself on the spot, "Well, it's okay. You guys talk, I'll go first."

The author has something to say: Earl: It was embarrassing at the time, very embarrassing

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