Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes
Chapter 50 cross the lines
The count, who was about to turn his head and leave, looked up and saw the butler smiling at him.
His raised footsteps stopped.
Oops, there's still a lot of business to attend to at home.
"Really?" Elena smiled and grabbed the earl's arm, "Listen, father."
She went on to say, "You see, Dr. Watson is here. This matter is a bit unusual, and besides, I would like to hear your opinion."
Watson raised the shorthand notebook in his hand, and greeted the earl by the way.
Elena saw clearly that the earl's eyes suddenly lit up.
The earl then coughed and withdrew his feet.
But he still stubbornly defended, "I don't listen to such useless things."
Although the earl said I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, his body was still very honest and motionless.
Then, in order to show his determination, he pulled his arm back, using the smallest force, as if he was afraid that if he exerted force, Elena would really let go.
Elena pretended not to know with a suffocated smile, and asked someone to move a chair.
"Father, how did you know something happened to me?" she asked, "I came here on a temporary basis."
The count snorted.
"It's Walpole Oliver, the old man from the Construction Committee, who told me that you're going to be ruined this time," he said dissatisfiedly, "My dignity is with you! How could I allow you to be insulted?"
Elena nodded thoughtfully.
"So, he should know the inside story?" She murmured, and said to the count again, "I am so grateful to my father."
She touched her pocket and accidentally found a candy.
Remembering that Earl seemed to like sugar very much, she took it out and handed it to Earl.
"What I'm protecting is my own dignity, what does it have to do with you?" the earl said coldly.
By the way, he quietly took the candy from Elena's hand, and said confidently, "I don't think you should eat too much candy."
The two chatted here, and the ins and outs have been restored over there.
After dismantling the letter left by the lady, it turned out to be a will, which stated that she had adopted this little waif as an adopted son. If she passed away, the estate would belong to the little waif.The above also pointed out that if he passed away soon, it should be the handwriting of his adoptive father.
At that time, the reason why I asked Brutt Jr. was to hope that he could take care of the child for a while, and make second-hand preparations by the way, so that if he passed away, he would also be able to reveal the truth to the world.
But he didn't expect that his adoptive father, Varen, not only found a capable helper to falsify the cause of her death, and used it to frame Brutt, but he almost succeeded.
Letters, testimonies, everything points to the fact that Brut Jr. is an accomplice, but it is a pity that the success falls short.
If Valen wasn't so stupid.
But Varen didn't reveal the identity of the person behind him at all, his mouth was tightly shut, as if he was afraid of something.
Inspector Lestrade took Varun away and planned to check the identity of the person behind him again. Holmes picked up his cane, bid farewell to Elena and the others, and hurriedly lifted the curtain and left.
He seemed to have some idea and was waiting to verify it.
After listening to the whole process, Elena turned her head to look at Little Brutt.
He seemed a little downcast.
Until the carriage back to the office, little Brutt was still immersed in that dull mood.
"What's the matter?" Elena rarely asked him with a pleasant face, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me."
"Really?" Little Brut quickly raised his head and looked at Elena in surprise, "I'm very short of money recently—"
Elena continued the second half of the sentence with a blank face, "Tell us, let everyone have fun."
Little Brut lowered his head in disappointment.
But after such a toss, he felt a lot better.
"I think I..." Little Brut looked at the scenery outside the carriage, was quiet for a while, and then said with some regret, "I am very responsible for Miss Warren's death. I don't know...if What did she tell me?" He always felt a little sad that Miss Warren had entrusted him with the suicide note while hiding her own background and family relationship from him.But even if Miss Warren told him, it was impossible for little Brutt to just sit idly by.
"But this is her choice," Elena shook her head, "Maybe she will feel sorry for implicating you."
After all, the most innocent person in this matter is little Brutt.
"But she died in a road roller, and I still haven't found out who stole my private seal," Little Brut frowned, "not to mention there is a child..."
On a whim, he said, "How about I take the child over and adopt him?"
It happened that he was a little worried, and he also served multiple purposes.
Accepted as an adopted son, someone will give him a pension in the future.
"Forget it," Elena reminded, "Can you afford a child's living and education expenses?"
She remembered that this guy was living alone by himself, often crying about being poor, and spending a lot of money.
Thinking of this, little Brut still sighed.
"Forget it, forget it," he changed the subject abruptly, "Miss Molson, Mr. Darcy told me that he might give up the follow-up construction of this house..."
"I already know about it," said Elena dryly. "Mr. Darcy has told me."
"Ah, then, what should we do then?" Little Brut asked hesitantly, "Mr. Darcy's final payment is not going to be paid off?"
"No, actually, I plan to sell him the land near here in my hand," Elena said, rubbing the space between her brows, "Then I plan to buy this land from him to do something else..."
Little Brut sighed enviously.
"That's great," he lamented.
This is the magic of money!
but…
"Do something else?" Little Brut was a little puzzled, "What?"
He didn't think the place could do anything else.
"I thought of an interesting thing," Elena replied. "Speaking of which, the architect from Norwood gave me the inspiration last time."
She looked at Eric, "Do you know how to play tricks?"
Eric frowned, "Why are you asking this?"
Did she know what she had done before?
But the word pretending to be a ghost is too out of style.
He generally refers to it as creating a good atmosphere of horror.
"I want to try something new," Elena shook her head, "Have you heard of haunted houses?"
"A haunted house? A haunted house?" interrupted Brutt Jr. "But I think it's going to be scary. Why would you bring the devil into it?"
Eric further confirmed that Elena must know something.
"You don't have to beat around the bush like this," he said angrily. "If you want me to leave, our agreement will be void. There is no point in testing these things."
Elena looked at him a little puzzled.
"Are you a ghost?" She frowned and asked, "I want to build a haunted house. Apart from planning to design it with you, does it have any specific relationship with you?"
It seemed that it was inappropriate to speak like this, so Elena changed the term again.
"Ladies are so bored that they are going to have a picnic in the wilderness," she explained. "I think it's a good idea to build a haunted house as a paid facility."
Better than visiting the skulls, especially when those dames are just having fun.
There is no shortage of money.
Only then did Eric realize that he had misunderstood Elena's thoughts.
He wanted to apologize with a stiff face, but he didn't know where to start.
But at this time Elena had already changed the subject.
"I got a nomination for a design for a nearby museum," Elena announced somewhat cheerfully. "I think we can have a big fight!"
Little Brutt applauded quite cooperatively, "That's great, as expected of you."
He opened his mouth and spit out a bunch of compliments, which caused Elena to frown again and again.
"I think it's useless for you to praise me," she said succinctly, "It's better to go back and practice landscape sketching a few more times."
Little Brut shut his mouth embarrassingly.
"So do I," he replied.
"Speaking of this," Elena looked at Eric thoughtfully, "I don't intend to use a traditional garden structure in this design, a landscape garden is more suitable for this plan, what do you think?"
The traditional gardens in the West are geometric and uniform artificial landscapes, which cost a lot and actually destroy nature a bit.
"Forcing nature to accept the law of symmetry," is actually a simple summary of this design concept.Until the appearance of English landscape gardens in the 18th century, most of the royal gardens (such as the Palace of Versailles) followed this concept and appeared magnificent.
"Nature protectionism?" Eric frowned, and he subconsciously criticized, "I don't think it's a good idea. It's okay, if you use this kind of garden arrangement near the museum, it will only make people feel Your vision is too small, too feminine."
"Then ridicule me for not understanding architecture?" Elena shook her head, "We don't need to give up eating because of choking. If I use the traditional method as they wish, I will try to please them. I don't think the traditional method has any How nice, it's too destructive, instead of pleasing them, let's see that our museum is aimed at those who love nature. Not to mention those building committee guys, but everyone has a manor in the country .”
"Then wait until you do it," Eric replied indifferently.
Elena shrugged noncommittally, humming a song.
She has already started to conceive a plan in her mind, and plans to draw it when she returns to the office.
But these good moods ended after Elena returned to the architectural office.
Pushing open the door and entering the office, the apprentice ran to her side in a panic.
"Miss Molson," whispered the apprentice, "here comes a very difficult person."
"Who?" Little Brutt asked.
He pushed open the door of Elena's office, and the people inside had their legs crossed, looking rampant and arrogant.
"Noyce Giles," the man said carelessly, "I am your consultant assigned by the Construction Committee."
Elena politely asked him to try to draw a horizontal line first, but his hands were shaking, obviously he hadn't practiced it before.
Let him talk a few more words about his understanding of the plan. Obviously, there is no basis for theoretical research.
I won't do this, I won't do that, but I am very good at pointing fingers at a few people, pointing fingers, and making my own decisions.
However, he was full of strange self-confidence, so Elena had to listen to him.
"Then what are you here for?" Eric asked a little annoyed after wasting time, "You have never studied architecture! You are not professionally engaged in this!"
Tossing his head, Giles waved his hand confidently.
"But no one knows architecture better than me!"
Eric gave a sinister grin.
The author has something to say: Little Brut: Ah, here.
There were also quite a few curiosity hunters in the Victorian era, not only those who went to the graves for picnics, but also those who went to the murder scene of the dead. Wandering around is just curiosity. After watching it, you have to go back and brag about your boldness 2333
Randomly drop 10 red envelopes today!
There are actually a thousand comments, I will add more tomorrow or on the weekend
British natural landscape garden refers to the natural landscape garden developed in England in the 18th century.This landscape garden features open meadows, naturally planted groves, and winding paths.The humid and cloudy climate conditions of the British Isles and the huge cities created by capitalist production methods have prompted people to pursue cheerful and bright natural scenery.This kind of garden is integrated with the environment outside the garden, and it is convenient to use the original terrain and native plants, so it is widely used in urban parks in various countries, and it also affects the development of modern urban planning theory. (From Baidu Encyclopedia)
感谢在2020-09-1618:27:20~2020-09-1720:11:44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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Qianluo; there is always a sweet text that abuses me =_= 5 bottles; 1 bottle of Jula's miss; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
His raised footsteps stopped.
Oops, there's still a lot of business to attend to at home.
"Really?" Elena smiled and grabbed the earl's arm, "Listen, father."
She went on to say, "You see, Dr. Watson is here. This matter is a bit unusual, and besides, I would like to hear your opinion."
Watson raised the shorthand notebook in his hand, and greeted the earl by the way.
Elena saw clearly that the earl's eyes suddenly lit up.
The earl then coughed and withdrew his feet.
But he still stubbornly defended, "I don't listen to such useless things."
Although the earl said I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, his body was still very honest and motionless.
Then, in order to show his determination, he pulled his arm back, using the smallest force, as if he was afraid that if he exerted force, Elena would really let go.
Elena pretended not to know with a suffocated smile, and asked someone to move a chair.
"Father, how did you know something happened to me?" she asked, "I came here on a temporary basis."
The count snorted.
"It's Walpole Oliver, the old man from the Construction Committee, who told me that you're going to be ruined this time," he said dissatisfiedly, "My dignity is with you! How could I allow you to be insulted?"
Elena nodded thoughtfully.
"So, he should know the inside story?" She murmured, and said to the count again, "I am so grateful to my father."
She touched her pocket and accidentally found a candy.
Remembering that Earl seemed to like sugar very much, she took it out and handed it to Earl.
"What I'm protecting is my own dignity, what does it have to do with you?" the earl said coldly.
By the way, he quietly took the candy from Elena's hand, and said confidently, "I don't think you should eat too much candy."
The two chatted here, and the ins and outs have been restored over there.
After dismantling the letter left by the lady, it turned out to be a will, which stated that she had adopted this little waif as an adopted son. If she passed away, the estate would belong to the little waif.The above also pointed out that if he passed away soon, it should be the handwriting of his adoptive father.
At that time, the reason why I asked Brutt Jr. was to hope that he could take care of the child for a while, and make second-hand preparations by the way, so that if he passed away, he would also be able to reveal the truth to the world.
But he didn't expect that his adoptive father, Varen, not only found a capable helper to falsify the cause of her death, and used it to frame Brutt, but he almost succeeded.
Letters, testimonies, everything points to the fact that Brut Jr. is an accomplice, but it is a pity that the success falls short.
If Valen wasn't so stupid.
But Varen didn't reveal the identity of the person behind him at all, his mouth was tightly shut, as if he was afraid of something.
Inspector Lestrade took Varun away and planned to check the identity of the person behind him again. Holmes picked up his cane, bid farewell to Elena and the others, and hurriedly lifted the curtain and left.
He seemed to have some idea and was waiting to verify it.
After listening to the whole process, Elena turned her head to look at Little Brutt.
He seemed a little downcast.
Until the carriage back to the office, little Brutt was still immersed in that dull mood.
"What's the matter?" Elena rarely asked him with a pleasant face, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me."
"Really?" Little Brut quickly raised his head and looked at Elena in surprise, "I'm very short of money recently—"
Elena continued the second half of the sentence with a blank face, "Tell us, let everyone have fun."
Little Brut lowered his head in disappointment.
But after such a toss, he felt a lot better.
"I think I..." Little Brut looked at the scenery outside the carriage, was quiet for a while, and then said with some regret, "I am very responsible for Miss Warren's death. I don't know...if What did she tell me?" He always felt a little sad that Miss Warren had entrusted him with the suicide note while hiding her own background and family relationship from him.But even if Miss Warren told him, it was impossible for little Brutt to just sit idly by.
"But this is her choice," Elena shook her head, "Maybe she will feel sorry for implicating you."
After all, the most innocent person in this matter is little Brutt.
"But she died in a road roller, and I still haven't found out who stole my private seal," Little Brut frowned, "not to mention there is a child..."
On a whim, he said, "How about I take the child over and adopt him?"
It happened that he was a little worried, and he also served multiple purposes.
Accepted as an adopted son, someone will give him a pension in the future.
"Forget it," Elena reminded, "Can you afford a child's living and education expenses?"
She remembered that this guy was living alone by himself, often crying about being poor, and spending a lot of money.
Thinking of this, little Brut still sighed.
"Forget it, forget it," he changed the subject abruptly, "Miss Molson, Mr. Darcy told me that he might give up the follow-up construction of this house..."
"I already know about it," said Elena dryly. "Mr. Darcy has told me."
"Ah, then, what should we do then?" Little Brut asked hesitantly, "Mr. Darcy's final payment is not going to be paid off?"
"No, actually, I plan to sell him the land near here in my hand," Elena said, rubbing the space between her brows, "Then I plan to buy this land from him to do something else..."
Little Brut sighed enviously.
"That's great," he lamented.
This is the magic of money!
but…
"Do something else?" Little Brut was a little puzzled, "What?"
He didn't think the place could do anything else.
"I thought of an interesting thing," Elena replied. "Speaking of which, the architect from Norwood gave me the inspiration last time."
She looked at Eric, "Do you know how to play tricks?"
Eric frowned, "Why are you asking this?"
Did she know what she had done before?
But the word pretending to be a ghost is too out of style.
He generally refers to it as creating a good atmosphere of horror.
"I want to try something new," Elena shook her head, "Have you heard of haunted houses?"
"A haunted house? A haunted house?" interrupted Brutt Jr. "But I think it's going to be scary. Why would you bring the devil into it?"
Eric further confirmed that Elena must know something.
"You don't have to beat around the bush like this," he said angrily. "If you want me to leave, our agreement will be void. There is no point in testing these things."
Elena looked at him a little puzzled.
"Are you a ghost?" She frowned and asked, "I want to build a haunted house. Apart from planning to design it with you, does it have any specific relationship with you?"
It seemed that it was inappropriate to speak like this, so Elena changed the term again.
"Ladies are so bored that they are going to have a picnic in the wilderness," she explained. "I think it's a good idea to build a haunted house as a paid facility."
Better than visiting the skulls, especially when those dames are just having fun.
There is no shortage of money.
Only then did Eric realize that he had misunderstood Elena's thoughts.
He wanted to apologize with a stiff face, but he didn't know where to start.
But at this time Elena had already changed the subject.
"I got a nomination for a design for a nearby museum," Elena announced somewhat cheerfully. "I think we can have a big fight!"
Little Brutt applauded quite cooperatively, "That's great, as expected of you."
He opened his mouth and spit out a bunch of compliments, which caused Elena to frown again and again.
"I think it's useless for you to praise me," she said succinctly, "It's better to go back and practice landscape sketching a few more times."
Little Brut shut his mouth embarrassingly.
"So do I," he replied.
"Speaking of this," Elena looked at Eric thoughtfully, "I don't intend to use a traditional garden structure in this design, a landscape garden is more suitable for this plan, what do you think?"
The traditional gardens in the West are geometric and uniform artificial landscapes, which cost a lot and actually destroy nature a bit.
"Forcing nature to accept the law of symmetry," is actually a simple summary of this design concept.Until the appearance of English landscape gardens in the 18th century, most of the royal gardens (such as the Palace of Versailles) followed this concept and appeared magnificent.
"Nature protectionism?" Eric frowned, and he subconsciously criticized, "I don't think it's a good idea. It's okay, if you use this kind of garden arrangement near the museum, it will only make people feel Your vision is too small, too feminine."
"Then ridicule me for not understanding architecture?" Elena shook her head, "We don't need to give up eating because of choking. If I use the traditional method as they wish, I will try to please them. I don't think the traditional method has any How nice, it's too destructive, instead of pleasing them, let's see that our museum is aimed at those who love nature. Not to mention those building committee guys, but everyone has a manor in the country .”
"Then wait until you do it," Eric replied indifferently.
Elena shrugged noncommittally, humming a song.
She has already started to conceive a plan in her mind, and plans to draw it when she returns to the office.
But these good moods ended after Elena returned to the architectural office.
Pushing open the door and entering the office, the apprentice ran to her side in a panic.
"Miss Molson," whispered the apprentice, "here comes a very difficult person."
"Who?" Little Brutt asked.
He pushed open the door of Elena's office, and the people inside had their legs crossed, looking rampant and arrogant.
"Noyce Giles," the man said carelessly, "I am your consultant assigned by the Construction Committee."
Elena politely asked him to try to draw a horizontal line first, but his hands were shaking, obviously he hadn't practiced it before.
Let him talk a few more words about his understanding of the plan. Obviously, there is no basis for theoretical research.
I won't do this, I won't do that, but I am very good at pointing fingers at a few people, pointing fingers, and making my own decisions.
However, he was full of strange self-confidence, so Elena had to listen to him.
"Then what are you here for?" Eric asked a little annoyed after wasting time, "You have never studied architecture! You are not professionally engaged in this!"
Tossing his head, Giles waved his hand confidently.
"But no one knows architecture better than me!"
Eric gave a sinister grin.
The author has something to say: Little Brut: Ah, here.
There were also quite a few curiosity hunters in the Victorian era, not only those who went to the graves for picnics, but also those who went to the murder scene of the dead. Wandering around is just curiosity. After watching it, you have to go back and brag about your boldness 2333
Randomly drop 10 red envelopes today!
There are actually a thousand comments, I will add more tomorrow or on the weekend
British natural landscape garden refers to the natural landscape garden developed in England in the 18th century.This landscape garden features open meadows, naturally planted groves, and winding paths.The humid and cloudy climate conditions of the British Isles and the huge cities created by capitalist production methods have prompted people to pursue cheerful and bright natural scenery.This kind of garden is integrated with the environment outside the garden, and it is convenient to use the original terrain and native plants, so it is widely used in urban parks in various countries, and it also affects the development of modern urban planning theory. (From Baidu Encyclopedia)
感谢在2020-09-1618:27:20~2020-09-1720:11:44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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Qianluo; there is always a sweet text that abuses me =_= 5 bottles; 1 bottle of Jula's miss; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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