Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Hearing these words, Elena touched her face subconsciously, feeling helpless and funny at the same time.

Why is my daughter not so dark?Could it be that she is not her daughter if she is black?

Elena spread her five fingers, and sure enough, her hands were covered in black ash.

"Do you have it on my face too? Are there many, Mr. Holmes?" She looked at Holmes in surprise.

Holmes nodded helplessly.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

"Ah, it's okay," Elena also took a piece of paper from the table and wiped her face a few times.

She doesn't really care about it, but...

"Elena?" The count said in surprise, "It's really you?"

So what did he do just now?

The count subconsciously covered his face, he felt ashamed to face others.

Not only did he expose the fact that he was stupid, but he also didn't recognize his daughter because she was black.

The count secretly opened his palm a little and looked at Elena.

She seemed to be lowering her head, sighing with Holmes beside her while feeling sentimental.

Oops, this doesn't give her the wrong idea, does it?

For example, say that my father doesn't love me at all, I'm an unwanted child...

The earl tremblingly lowered his hands covering his face.

And looked at Elena awkwardly, "What I meant just now... I didn't mean that..."

The earl talked nonsense, and it seemed that the more he explained, the more confused he became.

"Anyway, I don't mean to abandon you just because you've turned black!" He left a sentence and fled in despair, "I have something to do at home, so I'm leaving first!"

Elena and Holmes looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"What did father say about himself just now?" Elena looked at the document left by the earl, "'Although I'm easy to deceive', is that the sentence?"

It still seems to be really easy to cheat.

Holmes raised an eyebrow.

"Lord Molson did say that," he said softly.

The two laughed at the same time again.

"That," said a weak voice, "I brought a hot towel."

Watson, who had already washed his face, held a basin of water and two towels, "Mrs. Hudson asked me to bring them up. She said she didn't want to see the scene on the second floor for the time being."

"And I don't want to clean up either." Elena glanced at Holmes. "It seems that we are going to be busy."

The rest of the finishing needs to be done by three people.

"I, well," Holmes said, taking the towel from Watson, "if you insist."

The earl who came in a hurry pushed the door open again.

"I'm falling behind—hold on to what?" he asked sharply.

And glanced at the positions of several people in the room.

Very good and very safe.

"Insist on cleaning up together," Elena replied, "Father, do you want to stay and help?"

By the way, he raised the broom in his hand.

"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first," the count said coldly, putting on airs, "I don't have time to play around with you kids."

Then he jumped into the carriage as if speeding up.

"It's a good thing you run fast," the count finally heaved a sigh of relief after sitting in the carriage.

He reached out and knocked on the top of the carriage, and waited for the carriage to move before putting the box in his hand on the side.

"It's rare to be able to relax in the car after escaping a housework," the earl sighed comfortably, leaning on the seat cushioned with soft down pillows. Over there, you don’t have to work when you go back like this.”

"Oh, is that so?" asked a familiar voice behind him.

"Yes," replied the count automatically, "it is one of life's great pleasures to be idle."

Then he realized that there was someone behind him, and he turned his head stiffly, "It's... who is it?"

Oops, is it haunted?

Then I saw the butler's expressionless face.

The count subconsciously stepped back a little, bumped into the carriage, and hit the back of his head directly.

He gasped in pain, this is scarier than being haunted

221b Baker Street.

"I thought that according to Miss Elena's code of conduct," Holmes sighed, holding the broom, "it would be a good choice to hand this over to the housemaid."

"If the mess is in the office now, I will probably ask the housemaid to clean it up." Elena took a rag and wiped the stained vase seriously. Is there any way to receive customers?"

"You are quite right," sighed Holmes again.

He is really not used to cleaning by himself, although he has always been responsible for the hygiene of the laboratory...

"I've sorted out my things here," Watson moved a pile of books over, "I've done it according to the labels you posted, what's next?"

He put the things on the side table which had been wiped down.

"There are also newspapers, storage boxes, and various notebooks—" Elena let go of the rag in her hand, and looked at the two of them, "There is a question I wanted to ask before. How did you manage to make the room so clean?" messy?"

Except for the time when the firefighters were attracted and the time when she was looking for clues and throwing notes and papers, this was the third time she had seen it...

"Just what you have," replied Holmes, slipping the handle of the broom into Watson's hand.

Watson:?

Elena actually laughed, "Is this just 'handy'?"

She pointed to the broom, and then to Watson.

"Holmes!" Watson finally realized, and said angrily, "We have divided the tasks!"

"Alas," said Holmes helplessly, "it has been discovered."

By the way, he winked at Elena.

After the three of them finished sorting their things, Elena went back to the third floor tired and sleepy.

"I'm so tired," she yawned, and said to herself, "I'm so sleepy. Why don't I go to sleep today."

Shaking his head again, he denied the idea.

"But don't draw pictures, is it really good?"

"But, I'm too tired," Elena sighed, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, tomorrow."

Then he nodded, affirming his statement.

Then he closed his eyes, curled up sleepily on the bed, and fell asleep.

I even forgot to pull the quilt.

The closed door opened quietly, and someone walked in cautiously.

Then he looked at the sleeping Elena and sighed.

"So tired," said Holmes softly, "good night, then."

He stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for her, then walked out gently, not forgetting to close the door gently.

Walking down the steps step by step, Watson in his nightgown watched Holmes come down alone, and turned to him.

"Didn't you say you have business with Miss Elena, Holmes?" He yawned, "Did you tell her about the previous incident?"

"Not yet," said Holmes. "She seems very sleepy, and has fallen asleep."

Watson nodded knowingly.

"Yes, she is very tired," he said. "It's been too much trouble for her today."

Holmes shrugged, "Yes."

"If it's all right, I'm going to bed?" Watson said, "Good night?"

He was answered by the closed door which belonged to Holmes' bedroom.

And a fluffy "good night".

"Well," murmured Watson, "good night."

The next day, when Elena arrived at the office, Giles who had a big fight with the Earl yesterday was already there.

He smiled and distributed candies to the few people who had already arrived, "For tasting, you are welcome, you are welcome."

"This...what's going on?" Elena said a little surprised.

Why did things change so much when she didn't come early for the first time?

"Mr. Giles is distributing candy to everyone," Little Brutt didn't know when he came to Elena's side, "it seems that he brought it from the store."

"Tell me something I don't know," Elena sighed.

This is basically what everyone can see, right?

"He seems to have made up his mind that this is his office," Lydia walked to Elena's side, holding the sketchbook, "I've asked for leave for the past two days, and these are make-up homework."

She handed the notebook in her arms to Elena.

Elena reached out to take it, and turned a few pages.

"Very good, you've put your heart into it," Elena said in a rare compliment, "You're making progress."

Lydia lowered her head slightly, her face flushed, and she smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Because I drew it seriously," she whispered.

Elena nodded approvingly, then turned her head to look at Little Brutt, and stretched out her hand.

"And yours?"

Little Brutt shuddered.

He subconsciously replied, "Okay, okay. It's in the bag, and I'll go look through it right away."

While little Brut was desperately turning over the bag, Giles noticed Elena.

"Ah, it's Elena," Giles hurried over with his things.

He cheerfully handed the candies and pastries in his hands to Elena, "Here, I specially prepared them, and I have all kinds of them."

"Ah, thank you," Elena accepted the pastry handed over a little at a loss, "I don't really like sweets..."

Although staying up late at night usually prepares sweets to replenish energy, but in fact, she doesn't usually eat too much sugar.

"You're welcome," Giles scratched his head, "I didn't speak very well last time, I'm really sorry."

He laughed again, "But I didn't expect that you are Molson's daughter. That guy, his daughter looks very decent. You are much prettier than your father."

"Huh?" Elena was taken aback for a moment, "Didn't father tell you about me?"

How could the Earl keep this matter so tight?

"He hates talking about this kind of topic with me. Before chatting with me, drinking and eating snacks, he avoided people." Giles sighed, "This time he threatened me that if he came to you again, he would shut him down." Stopped my shop."

Then he laughed loudly, "I don't listen to him! He is not willing to lie to anyone! Besides, our store has more than one protector! He can't do it at all!"

Elena tilted her head and pointed behind him.

"What?" Giles asked suspiciously.

What's wrong?Dim sum not to your liking?

Elena replied slowly, "Father."

"What father?" Giles looked back.

Then he met a pair of eyes that he was very familiar with.

"What are you talking about me behind my back again?" the earl asked with a smile on his face, "Well, my old friend Giles?"

"Nothing," Giles waved his hands again and again, "nothing, didn't say anything."

Before I could go on, I started.

"Then something must have been said," said the count firmly.

Then he dragged Giles away with a cold face, "Let's go outside to catch up."

One word at a time, serious and serious.

It seems like it's going to decide something big.

Elena looked at the figures of the two and breathed a sigh of relief.

With a smile, she turned to Eric who pushed the door in, "Everyone is here, let's go, let's discuss the design plan of the museum?"

The author has something to say: Yes, the government special dessert - another protector - Mycroft.

Mike:?something?

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