Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

"Yeah, let's go, Philip," the leader said relaxedly, "it seems that we can relax a little bit."

He waved his hand, motioning for his nephew to follow, while pondering the calculation in his own mind.

After all, there is no need to care too much about dying people.

It's always good to have one less competitor, not to mention that Miss Molson once came to work in his architectural firm.

The person in charge and Ms. Molson had a very happy conversation at that time, which was almost called a year-end friendship.

It was only after he said a few words that he dispelled the person in charge's idea of ​​hiring her as a consultant with a high salary.

For this kind of person, it is better to leave early.

The leader took two steps forward, but his nephew followed.

"What's the matter," the leader turned back and looked at his nephew, "did you see anything, Philip?"

"Nothing, Uncle," said nephew Philip quietly, "thinking about what it will look like here when our project is finished."

He reached out and pulled his hood, "Let's go, it's time to go."

The words "our project" greatly satisfied the vanity of the leader.

"Let's go," he nodded and said, "Yes, this project will definitely be in our hands, my Lord bless you."

Then the leader laughed and patted his nephew, "It's not bad, boy, you have a good eye."

He held his nephew's shoulders quite easily, "Why did you wear a hood to go out today? It looks quite different."

"I have a cold," Philip replied perfunctorily, "I feel that there may be a lot of dust here. Am I not handsome like this?"

"Oh, of course not, you are still handsome," the leader waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay, I won't come after I finish my work today. I have to take you home in a few days, your parents miss you It's..."

He didn't notice that the man under the hood grinned.

"Okay," he replied, "if you live to that point."

The latter sentence was very low and vague, and the leader couldn't hear it clearly.

"What?" he asked a little puzzled.

Philip shook his head, "Nothing."

Walking side by side to the site being measured, the leader breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you don't go out," he said, "someone has been working around the corner recently. It is said that the scoundrels at Scotland Yard have been searching, but they haven't found them yet. It's really... paying so much tax for nothing, but I advocate Bless us."

"Of course, my dear uncle," replied Philip, "you are right in everything you say."

He shook his sleeve quietly, and the sharp blade hidden in the sleeve reflected a white light.

When the four of Elena walked to that area, people from Scotland Yard had already surrounded the area.

Serious guards with guns stood outside, while Inspector Grayson of Scotland Yard walked back and forth quite anxiously.

"Did something big happen?" Lydia whispered to Little Brutt behind her, while Eric quickened his pace, walked to a position near the front, and looked around vigilantly.

Inspector Grayson saw Elena coming, his eyes lit up.

But seeing that Holmes was not following behind her, Grayson sighed again in disappointment.

After taking a look at the surrounding environment, Elena keenly felt something unusual, as if everyone was tense.

"What happened?" Elena stepped forward and asked in surprise.

Sergeant Grayson seemed a little annoyed and said, "A group of people have asked this stupid question just now, didn't they tell you? I told you not to come this way at this time..."

"No," Elena said, "I met Mr. Gary on the way here, but he didn't say anything."

She couldn't help frowning, thinking.

Did he do it on purpose?If you trip her just because you are a competitor, your vision...isn't it too small?

"Ah, this bastard," Gregson cursed, "his small thoughts will always make people sick. Okay, you guys go away... Forget it, stay with us first, and be safer."

He said irritably, "Don't leave here for the time being. There was a murder case here a few days ago, and the suspect had already been arrested, but new bloodstains were found here today. I was patrolling nearby when the incident happened, and I haven't found that one yet." Nasty guy."

At this time, a guard ran from a distance.

He saluted awkwardly, "Inspector, the third floor has been checked..."

"Did you find anything?" Grayson asked.

"No..." the guard replied humbly.

"Then don't look for it anymore?" Grayson said impatiently.

He directly lost his temper to the guards beside him, "What are you all doing? Have you found any new clues?"

Seemingly puzzled, he couldn't help stretching out his feet, and kicked the wooden stake next to him hard.

"Hurry up!" Grayson shouted.

"Yes, yes..." The guard replied quickly.

Grayson waved his hand, "That's about the same."

He glanced at Elena's side, and said in a slightly more polite tone, "Then Miss Molson, I'm sorry for the time being. You guys stay here first, it's still safe here, I'll go up to see the situation first."

After Grayson had left, Lydia carefully tugged on Elena's sleeve.

"Inspector Grayson is really a bit fierce..." She said a little dissatisfied.

Elena glanced at Lydia beside her, "He is a good man."

Although he has a bad temper and is eager for quick success, but like Inspector Lestrade, he still has a strong sense of justice.

"Yes," said Brut Jr., "but are we really going to stay here?"

He stammered, "I mean, really do nothing?"

"What else do you want to do?" Eric looked at him, "When you don't know anything, it's best not to do anything."

He glanced indifferently at the crowd of guards standing around, all armed with guns guarding the surroundings, and then walked to the side of Elena who was sitting on the rock, who was not paying attention at all, "I'll go up and have a look first."

"Are you sure?" Little Brutt asked incredulously, "But you just told me that it's best not to do anything."

Why, is he different?

The alarm in Little Brutt's heart sounded immediately.

A friend once told him that once a person behaves differently, it is not for the peacock's tail, or for praise.

Little Brut looked at the Countess who was chatting with Eric.

If he can't get it, Eric can't get it either!

Since everyone is an employee of the firm, why should he still dream of winning the favor of the Countess?

Let's work overtime and paint together, man!

After trying to clear the key, Little Brutt stood up immediately.

"I'll go with you," he said softly. "It's scary that you go alone, alone. You can't take your own life at heart just because you're brave."

Elena froze for a moment.

"What are you going to do?" She asked suspiciously, "Eric is going to check the surroundings."

The last time she was kidnapped by Eric, she still knew that Eric had quite good skills.In this case, even if Eric met the murderer, he said that he was [-]% sure that he would escape unscathed.

What is Little Brut doing posting it at this time?Is it holding you back?

Little Brut had already thought of a good reason.

He said very confidently: "I'll go to help. If there are more people, the strength will be stronger, and the murderer may also be afraid."

"Let me remind you," Eric replied calmly, "If the criminal is really still here, he doesn't even fear the police station upstairs, so it's useless for you to go, but it will become my crime. drag."

Little Brut choked.

"Alright then," he sat down unwillingly, "I'll wait here for your return."

"Don't worry," Elena replied rationally, "I don't think the murderer is still here."

And her intuition is generally quite accurate.

She took out the drawing book from the travel bag and handed it to little Brutt and Lydia around.

Looking at the empty eyes of the two who seemed to have lost their souls, Elena struck at the foreheads of the two of them in a funny way, and flicked one of them.

"Okay, idle is idle, why not draw pictures," she said with a smile, "It's good to pass the time."

"Since it's empty, I think I can rest for a while—" Lydia struggled.

She asked expectantly, "Don't you want to take a vacation or something?"

"No," Elena said with a cold joke, "Don't you think this kind of mystery scene is very suitable for drawing architectural sketches?"

Little Brutt and Lydia shook their heads in unison.

"I don't think so," they both said in unison.

"Alright then," Elena shrugged, "Whether you deserve it or not, you have to draw."

Lydia let out a sigh, and Brutt was the first to open the pencil case in the travel bag, and seized the time to take away the smoothest drawing pen.

When Lydia discovered Brutt's tricks with sharp eyes, she screamed again and grabbed her pen.

Elena leisurely took out the pen and notebook from the satchel, found a comfortable position with her pannier, erected the pen, and began to look for perspective angles.

Hearing the sound of the two fighting, she couldn't help laughing.

"It's nice to be young," Elena commented old-fashionedly.

"Is that so?" Another voice replied with a smile.

Holmes strode over from the side path and frowned when he saw what she was wearing today.

Elena leaned casually on the rock, her curly red hair was draped lazily on her shoulders, and she was not wearing a coat. The simple and clean beige outer shirt formed a layered collar at her collarbone, wrapping her slender neck, It looks a little thinner.

The dress is too thin, thought Holmes.

So he said gently, "The clothes you wear today don't seem to be suitable for outdoor activities."

This didn't seem like a mistake she would make. With the high heels and the carry-on bag, it seemed that Elena didn't intend to go out today.

Hearing this, Elena lowered her head and looked at herself, "Really? I didn't plan to go out today, so I'll be back in a while."

Maybe it's because she didn't wear a little. The clothes she was wearing were thin, and they weren't really resistant to freezing in the cold autumn wind.

"Yes," replied Holmes.

Then he took off the long windbreaker very naturally, and put it on Elena with a flick of his hand.

Elena froze for a moment.

A warm feeling came from the coat, carrying the body temperature of the previous person and the familiar smell of tobacco.

However, it seemed to have a little more fragrance than the kind he usually smoked. She secretly speculated that it was probably freshly washed clothes.

After putting the coat on her, Holmes waved to her without saying a word, and left.

Watson behind him looked at Elena in surprise, and then at Holmes, showing a puzzled expression.

Seeing that Holmes was gone, he also waved to Elena, Watson hastened to keep up with him.

He looked at Holmes in a little surprise, "Are you... were you... courting me just now, Holmes?"

The author has something to say: Earl who knows nothing: eating snacks/happy bubbles.jpg

Repaired a little place, made the foreshadowing stand out a little