Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Before Eric could do anything, Elena couldn't bear it anymore.

"Forgot to ask, what is your position on the building committee?" she asked with a smile.

Giles, who was still complacent just now, gave her a rather unhappy look.

"Of course I don't hold any position," he snorted, "I'm neither an architect nor an engineer."

"The construction committee sent you to give us advice, is it...?" Elena could hardly hold back her smile.

What is the building committee doing?Are you messing around?

"Of course it's because, even if I don't do it, I know it best!" Giles casually pulled out the chair and sat down, "If I choose this path, I must be the contemporary Michelangelo !"

The tone is quite loud, and the brain is not lightly sick.

Elena felt itchy for the T-square she had drawn out at some point, and Eric pulled a rope beside him calmly.

Just as he was about to beat up this guy who wasn't from Party A, Little Brutt made a gesture to signal the two to bear it first.

He knew this guy. The Giles family was not unknown in London. On the contrary, he was one of the richest families in the area, but what he did was not in the construction business, but in the commercial field.

In short, rich man.

Since he is a rich man, isn't the architectural firm still short of a sum of money to do that, haunted house?

Little Brut sighed pretendingly, "Oh, our small architectural firm really has nothing to advise, Mr. Giles. I'm afraid we are the least competitive team in this project. Mr Giles, I think you are wasting your precious time by coming here."

"It's okay, I just asked which team was the weakest, and then came here," Giles said with his hands behind his head, bored, "I just want to challenge the difficulty. Too strong a team is boring, I like it Turn against the wind."

He said confidently, "I think that under my leadership, you will definitely become a first-class team this time! After all, our family's funding for the museum this time accounts for the majority!"

"The final decision rests with—" Little Brutt's eyes lit up.

"What, do you want me to cheat?" Giles said incredulously, "Of course it's in the hands of the construction committee! I promised not to interfere, otherwise wouldn't it be against the principle of fairness and justice? Besides, you have me Don't you even have the confidence to win?"

"No," Elena said blankly.

"What did you say?" Giles stood up with his support on the table, "Who are you, dare to say such a thing to me?"

This woman dared to disobey his words!Is she trying to attract her attention?

Giles looked at Elena carefully, and the more he saw it, the more familiar he looked.

Not only does it look familiar, but it also has an inexplicable taste, an emotion mixed with goodwill.

Damn it, Giles covered his heart.

His heartbeat actually accelerated!Is this the taste of love?

"Very good." Giles aggressively pushed aside Brutt and Eric who were standing on both sides, and reached out to hug Elena, "Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention."

Then he let out an unexpected cry of pain.

Eric didn't hold back at all, and simply twisted his hand to the other side with a click.

"I suggest you think carefully," Eric pressed down on Giles' wound indifferently, "here, who is the king?"

The natural arrogance and wantonness exuded from him, as well as a bit of willfulness, fit his usual style.

He did it so smoothly, Elena felt like he'd done it thousands of times.

Perhaps, his past occupation has something to do with this?Could it be an underground professional fighter?

Elena diverted her thoughts for a while.

The architectural firm at home once received such a commission, which was to design an underground fighting arena, ah no, an underground arena.

Elena didn't understand at the time why this kind of thing could be handed to her in a fair manner. Later, the butler explained to her that because the reward was rich, and the forces behind it were also rich and powerful, even the Earl wanted to sell him some face.

But speaking of this...

Are architects in Paris so poor?Eric is going to be reduced to this point?

Elena sighed and looked at Eric.

It can't be said that he was discriminated against, and he couldn't get a job, so he could only go underground to fight.

Thinking about it like this is quite miserable, no wonder he said that he is not short of money, the underground fights have always been signed life and death certificates, and the rewards are quite rich.

Elena suddenly felt that the burden on her body was much heavier.

It seems that we still need to work harder and find more projects to do. The whole family is waiting for dinner.

"Ah—you weirdo," Giles kept panting, with big drops of cold sweat falling from his head, "what did you do to my hand?"

Giles' hand fell directly in an unnatural position, and the sharp pain came from the joint, stimulating his brain, reminding him of what this man had done.

The scream startled Elena, who was in deep thought, she subconsciously looked and found that Eric was still holding Giles' hand.

The little Brut next to him wanted to fight, and was a little subconsciously afraid of Eric, so he didn't dare to make a move, so he circled around the two anxiously.

"Wait a minute, I have something to ask him." Elena raised her hand to stop Eric's increasingly heavy movements, and looked at Giles, "You don't know me?"

Eric let go of Giles' hand indifferently, and helped him straighten his wrist back.

Giles touched his wrist with a bit of fear, but now he felt that not only did he have no sequelae, but he was also very comfortable and flexible.

"I don't know," he looked at Elena in great surprise, "Who are you?"

This time he healed the scar and forgot the pain, and took aim at Eric.

"In this way, you lend me this man," he said bluntly, "I don't care about your offense. As for this man, I will pay him double, no, triple salary."

Eric frowned in disgust.

"Again?" He looked at Elena.

Giles shuddered.

"Forget it, forget it," he said again and again, "I really don't know you. Before coming here, they told me that this is a very poor team that urgently needs my wise and powerful leadership."

"I'm Elena Molson," Elena introduced herself, "this is Eric, and next to him is Mr. Hank Brutt Jr. The architectural firm is managed by his uncle Mr. Brutt Brutt All, but I'm taking over for now."

"You are...Miss Molson?" Giles hammered the table excitedly, "Niece, I am your uncle!"

He hurriedly got up, grasped Elena's hand, his mind was full of love and pity.

No wonder I have an instinctive liking for her.

He and Elena's father, Earl Molson, are brothers!

Elena struggled back, but did not move.

"Did you recognize the wrong person, Mr. Giles?" She shook her head calmly, "My father has no brothers, he is an only child, and so am I."

"No mistake! Your father cheated on food and drink in my store a few days ago!" Giles said excitedly, "It's been so many years, this is the first time I've seen you! Damn, that guy didn't mention me Any time?"

How could it be possible for him to have such a friendship with the earl for so many years?

Eileen shook her head, but she also felt that this name was particularly familiar, as if it had appeared many times on the things she often bought at home.

"No," she said unexpectedly, "you are..."

"Knowles Giles, currently the largest dessert supplier in the world, the Giles family also runs some other things," Holmes, who appeared out of nowhere, said, "Your father's friend, too. Childhood playmate."

Seeing that Elena looked at him in surprise, he took the initiative to explain, "I came here in Earl Molson's car—just wanted to tell you what to do next."

The earl behind him walked in angrily.

Seeing that Elena was here, the count managed to suppress his anger, "Eileen, go back with Mr. Holmes in the car first, I want to talk to Giles."

"But I haven't started sketching yet..." Elena said a little surprised, "We haven't started today's work, and we are planning to work overtime."

"I'll help you deal with Giles first," said the earl. "Don't question my decision. Follow Holmes back first."

Elena shrugged.

"Anyone want to go back to work overtime with me?" she asked.

What she didn't expect was that even though the count was pulling Giles to leave, he still heard this sentence.

"I don't think you will miss such a day, Elena," the count turned his head to look at Elena, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "Now, go back!"

Seeing the count's insistence, Elena shook her head and had no choice but to compromise.

Anyway, she can draw pictures by herself, and she doesn't have to work overtime with several people. Overtime is just to supervise them to complete these things a little more efficiently.

Elena called out to Holmes, he seemed to be thinking of something else, and it took him a few times to recover.

"Oh, very good," said Holmes relaxedly, "then we may go back together."

The two walked out of the office side by side, and Elena looked at Holmes.

"You seem to be in a very good mood, Mr. Holmes," she asked. "Has anything good happened?"

Holmes raised an eyebrow.

He wanted to say something, but he didn't expect a roar from inside.

"How many times have I told you that I hate it when people pass on the things that I have made friends with you," the earl's voice came from the house, and he seemed very angry, "because every time you know that I am Come to steal your snacks! Which serious earl would steal someone else's snacks?"

"You," another voice replied weakly.

"Didn't you say that you were a treat!" the earl asked angrily, "What are you thinking, Giles! I want to protect my image in front of my daughter! Damn it! It's all your fault! You are too bad !"

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Have got a pretty good case," Holmes went on, opening the side rear door of her gentleman's carriage. "It's not worth mentioning."

Elena lifted the hem of her skirt and stepped in.

"Maybe it's interesting to you?" She smiled and looked at Holmes. "After all, when Holmes is happy, something interesting must happen to him."

"You are just the opposite?" Holmes looked at Elena and asked sharply, "What is disturbing you, Miss Elena?"

"Me? Uneasy?" Elena shook her head, "I'm not uneasy, I'm very full."

Eager to prove herself, she listed, "There is a new commission. The villa of Miss Darcy's house could not be built before, and I also moved to another place. In addition, I plan to buy the place where the murder took place as a haunted house... I have three jobs in my hands at once, and I am very happy."

"No," Holmes looked at her seriously, "you are disturbed."

He sighed, "I can guess why, but I personally think that the best way to deal with emotional stress is to talk about it, don't you think?"

Elena looked up at Holmes.

"Then what do you think I'm upset about?" She asked softly.

Indeed, Holmes hit the mark.

She is indeed disturbed.

To be honest, Eileen has always been a top student and a good boy in the modern age.

She is not rebellious, well-behaved and sensible, and because of her good grades, her journey went smoothly, even if she entered the office, she relied on her ability and talent to climb higher and faster.

Before this, Elena had never been so unlucky.

She has never experienced such twists and turns.

She almost didn't have her first project here, and while she's been through a lot of that, the house built for Georgiana was very different.What it entrusts to is also completely different.

Not a commercial residence, nor an entirely monetary, cold modern transaction.

Although the rescue was timely, and if there were no accidents, the house would be released, but in fact, Elena is still in the middle of no-income group.

Not only did she not make any money, but she also spent a fortune. She felt very guilty, and a little bit ashamed of the Countess.

In addition to all kinds of things, the people who died before, and those who were implicated because of her, Elena knew these afterward, and she only felt uneasy in her heart.

Layers upon layers of things wrapped her in like a net, she couldn't breathe, and struggled hard but there was no effect.

"You are under too much pressure," Holmes reminded her calmly and gently.

By the way, he took out a handkerchief from his side pocket, and gently handed it to Elena, "This will overwhelm you. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, even if the job is charming, the premise of being charming is to keep your mind clear. "

Elena took the handkerchief and subconsciously asked, "Why did you give me the handkerchief?"

She doesn't seem to have eaten anything, so she doesn't need to wipe her mouth?It's not so embarrassing, is it?

Holmes pointed to the corner of her eye.

"I don't think it's good to get out of the car like this," he said nonchalantly.

Elena touched her face subconsciously, feeling cold and moist.

She froze for a moment.

did i cry?Why am I crying?Do I have this time to cry?

She asked herself silently, you are not halfway through starting a business, and you cry first in the middle way?

does it worth?Is this time wasted here?

After Holmes handed her the handkerchief, he turned to the window and looked at the scenery boredly.

Elena's suppressed sobs came from behind him, he didn't turn his head, but silently held the key of 221b in his hand, and sighed inaudibly.

The author has something to say: I changed the profile picture of the column to Elena, whom I asked my wife to date!

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