Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Seeing little Brutt's dumbfounded and unbelievable expression, Elena couldn't help turning her face to the side and smiled a few times.

She couldn't help but think, it turns out that adding homework to students is such a pleasant thing!

No wonder the Earl used to like to give her Cato, and he walked away when he saw that she didn't respond.

At that time, the face was probably boring. After all, the most interesting time is when the reaction is particularly strong.

When Elena turned back, her voice had returned to her usual state, "You can start drawing now."

Just leave those related to the case to Holmes and Scotland Yard, Elena has always been very relieved about this.

Pretending not to hear the loud complaints from Little Brutt and Lydia behind her, Elena sat down again.

The breeze blows gently, the shadow of the tree shakes quietly, and the shadow on the drawing paper is also biased. It is comfortable and bright. Isn't this the best time to draw pictures?

Elena let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the rough tree behind her, she immersed herself in drawing again.

After a while, the shrubs on the far side made a slight rustling sound.

There is also the sound of footsteps passing gently.

It didn't sound like a normal patrolling sound of guards walking around, but it was a bit suspicious.

Sitting quietly next to Elena, Eric, who looked down at the picture album with his head down, keenly caught this sound.

He frowned and glanced in that direction.

There seemed to be a figure flashing past quickly.

Eric glanced at Elena again.

He called out to Elena a few times, and seeing that she didn't respond, he casually threw the album in his arms onto the bag beside him, and quickly got up and chased after her.

After a while, Elena stretched her somewhat stiff body, only to realize that Eric, who was supposed to be sitting next to her, was gone.

She was a little weird, but didn't think much about it.

Maybe go to the bathroom.

Elena turned her wrist again, loosening her muscles and bones.

She also tapped her back habitually, always maintaining a posture, and her shoulders and back were prone to soreness after painting for a long time.

Fortunately, she is almost finished painting, and there are still two or three strokes left, as long as she hurry up, there will be no problem, and the rest of the time can be reserved for outdoor activities and a rough survey of the site.

Looking at Inspector Grayson who had already escorted the prisoner out, and Holmes who was discussing something with the prisoner, Elena yawned. The matter was resolved so quickly, she was really hardworking and willing to work.

She was about to get up and ask Brutt to get up and inspect the rest of the field, but she didn't see anyone.

Not only did little Brutt be seen, but Lydia was also not seen.

The two of them went to the bathroom too?

Or did you deliberately not draw a picture, and ran to the side to wander around?

Elena thought for a while, then picked up the brush next to her, and was going to look for the two children after the painting was finished.

When she lowered her head, she smelled a somewhat familiar smell.

It feels a bit fishy-sweet, a bit rusty, and mixed with a bit of weird sweetness.

It is bright red blood.

Seeing the blood smeared on the paper, her pupils shrank slightly, and her heart was turbulent.

Elena subconsciously opened her mouth to call out, but her mouth was tightly covered with both hands.

"Look," whispered a voice behind her, "it's blood. Isn't it beautiful?"

The voice was hysterical, but strangely familiar, which made Elena shiver.

Elena struggled hard, seeing that she couldn't break free, she simply bit down on the man's hand viciously.

The man felt the pain and subconsciously let her go.

Elena opened her mouth to shout, but the person behind her tightly strangled her throat again.

She let go, the book fell to the ground, and turned to the first few pages again.

Wet and sticky drops of blood continued to fall from the tree, and fell straight onto Eileen's notebook, quickly spreading across the original snow-white paper.

Spreading from the inside to the outside, a deep red irregular circle was dyed quite unevenly, and the exquisite architectural structure originally painted on it was quickly mixed with blood and became a paste.

The "young man" Linde, who was dressed as the person in charge's nephew Philip, grabbed Elena's neck forcefully, and smiled speciously.

He glanced up and down at Elena very quickly.

She looks a lot like her mother, but weaker.

The slender, tall, fragile neck was firmly held by him, like a white swan forced to bow its head, confused and pure, but could be broken by reaching out.

It seemed that as long as he moved his fingers, Eileen's life would flow like water from his fingertips without a single drop remaining.

Thinking of it this way, a dark corner of Linde's heart was filled with swelling satisfaction.

He almost wanted to abandon Moriarty's order and take Elena back.

Anyway, Moriarty hadn't done anything good except get him out of there.

Constantly, there were more unknown things sticking out tentacles from the dark and damp corners, bewitching his reason.

Not enough, not enough.But can't go on anymore...

He doesn't want to piss off Moriarty, but just do what he wants

Yvette's daughter was his.

Linde raised his safe gun and pressed it against Elena's temple, "Look up."

A faint smell of gunpowder came out from the barrel, mixed with a strong and inferior smell of smoke.

This almost forced Elena to lower her head and cough.

She suppressed her breathing, but was forced by Linde to pull her hair, so she had to raise her head and look directly at the corpse.

At that moment, like a movie flashback before her eyes, a few scenes of memories that she thought she had long forgotten were recalled.

It does not belong to the countess, but to "her".

She seems to have had a friend once.

She still remembers what her friend looked like.

Wearing shofar braids and moist eyes, it makes people feel very sweet when they smile.

He would bounce around with his arms around her, give her half of the meal, and hum a song to make origami with her.

Then there was the severe beating after being taken away, the tattered cuddling with friends to keep warm, the sudden loss of legs and smile of friends...

In the last scene, her friend held her hand tightly until she loosened it as if she lost consciousness. She hugged him and refused to let go, crying hoarsely, until the dean was crying and pulled her away through gritted teeth.

That... how old were you?

She couldn't remember, she couldn't remember.

Elena desperately tried to remember, but she couldn't remember exactly when it happened.

The pain in her mind tore her apart, forcing her not to think about these things.

But there were more things coming up from the unstoppable corner like a tide, and she had to bite her lower lip hard, restraining her desire to vomit.

The pain stimulated her nerves, in exchange for a moment of sobriety.

Through the blurred mist in her eyes, Eileen seemed to see that Holmes was desperately rushing towards him.

She felt a pain in the back of her neck and passed out like this.

Linde chuckled, hugged Elena who was knocked unconscious by him, and jumped into the secret passage.

When he realized something was wrong, Holmes almost rushed over at a gallop, but when he arrived, he only saw Linde's last ironic and smug smile.

And a light and fluffy word, and the secret passage that slammed shut.

"Come after me," Linde said, "useless little detective?"

That was a provocation.

Someone reached out and patted her face as if through the screen.

In a daze, it doesn't feel real.

But as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her head, Elena instinctively opened her eyes despite the layer of separation.

She found that her hands and feet were tied together, and she was sitting on a chair like this, and the surrounding scenery was no longer outdoors.

I seemed to be brought into the dark room, the mottled and stained wall skin was almost hanging on the bare gray wall.

The surrounding was empty and deserted, and there seemed to be something dark brown stuck to the floor, which looked disgusting.

The construction time should not be short, and the use time should not be short.

Elena turned her neck very slightly, confirming one thing.

Thankfully, the mystery man didn't fix her head either.

"Awake?" said the voice.

Elena turned her gaze to the direction of the voice with difficulty.

What catches the eye is a face that is almost pale, with no blood at all, and a hideous knife scar runs across it, which destroys the overall beauty and makes the originally handsome facial features a little more terrifying.

Elena frowned.

She has seen this kind of skin color before. People with such skin color don't see the sun all year round, shrinking in the ground.

The last such person was Eric, according to Eric, because he was so poor that he could only sleep in the basement and couldn't afford to rent an upstairs room.

And this person, who is he?What are you here for?

"I'm Linde. It's ugly, right?" Noticing Elena's gaze, Linde bent his lips, "Your mother scratched me for Molson. It's been so many years, it's kind of ugly. She It's really..."

He said meaningfully, "Lovely."

"My mother?" Elena asked sharply. "You know my mother? Do you hate her?"

Is this man coming for her mother?No, he hated more like someone else.

"Are you doing it for..." Linde stopped Elena before she finished speaking.

He lightly stroked the curly red hair that Eileen inherited from his mother, "Little princess, don't say it out loud. It's no good for you if you offend me, right?"

Elena took a deep breath and looked directly at him.

"If you don't tell me, I also know who sent you," she tried to keep calm, "Moriarty? Is it him?"

"Oh, you guessed it," Linde replied, "but so what if you know, little princess? Huh?"

He said softly, "Even if he sends me here, I can kill you."

Bright malice seeped out of the words, and Lin De smiled pervertingly.

He reached out and touched the back of Elena's neck, obviously feeling her nerves tense.

Linde actually became a little happy.

"Guess where we are?" he laughed mischievously.

After hesitating for a while, Elena pursed her lips.

At the last moment of her coma, she seemed to see Holmes running towards her, and Elena had no doubt that Holmes could find her.

All that needs to be done now is delaying time.

Who is the best at procrastinating?

Elena subconsciously thought of the earl who had been provoking everywhere and made people stop and scold him.

"Underground," she replied calmly, "your chamber."

To delay time, let's start by leading this guy named Linde to talk more.

"It's not just my secret room," Linde said with a smile, "it's also the entrance to hell."

"How do you feel, little princess?" He looked at Elena who was shivering, and asked with a smile, "Are you happy? Excited...?"

The last sentence was dragged by Linde for a long time, which seemed a bit interesting.

Of course, it's just that he finds it interesting.

First, as the Earl used to do, he seized a point in a sentence and diverted the conversation.

"Why do you think I should be excited?" Elena asked bluntly, "And there is no hell in this world."

She said very firmly, "There is no god."

The following should be his refutation of his statement.

"Atheist?" As expected, Linde raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Now, to refute him again, every time the Earl does this, this kind of proud person will find it very interesting, and then start to ridicule.

"I believe in science," Elena replied.

Linde looked at Elena with interest.

"Do you know who the last person who said that was?" he asked himself and answered. "It was a madman. He ended up being completely mad too."

The last point, don't follow the routine implied in his words. The earl is using his own power to directly oppress the other party, leaving the other party speechless, while she

Elena opened her mouth.

Just when Linde thought she was about to utter something shocking, Elena laughed to herself.

"Oh," she replied nonchalantly, "so?"

She doesn't want to know what this guy is arguing with her at all. It doesn't matter if there is a god or not, and she can't stop this man named Linde from having his own beliefs, right?

Linde looked at her, "Well, I smell it - you smell a little crazy."

Elena shook her head, "No, you're thinking too much."

That's not the smell of a madman, that's the smell of an earl.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" Linde snorted coldly, and said mockingly, "Because your family was born with the blood of a madman."

"You can't become a king even if you shed the blood of a king," Elena retorted, "Why do you think I will become a lunatic?"

While chatting nonsense with this guy, she waited for Holmes to find this place.

After a long time, I thought of something else.

Is it so hard to find here?

When she goes back, Holmes must draw her a floor plan of this place.

Oh, maybe not, she can draw it herself when she goes out later.

After all, it is basically clear after walking through it once.

Eileen hated iron and thought a little bit, why did she pass out when she just came in?

Otherwise, she might be able to find her way out by herself.He fainted at the critical moment, so useless.

"Because it's a curse," Linde murmured to himself, his pale lips trembling slightly, almost speaking in fear, "a curse is something engraved in the blood."

But then he seemed to think of something, and smiled again, "Oh, it's not right, it's not like the best... You're right. Just thinking about Molson's blood on you makes me want to slap your wrist Cut it open and clean up all this filth."

Seemingly seeing something of interest, Linde put the gun in his hand aside.

He moved closer to Elena's face, stared at her closely, and said a little erratically, "I really want to gouge out your eyes...the color is so ugly."

Elena retreated, "Does Moriarty know what you're thinking?"

"Of course," Linde replied, "I got a few people from him to come here. Of course, this is not what brought you here-although it is very important. I want to know how I can get the How many people led them away?"

He grunted, "Call Dad and I'll tell you."

Elena had now confirmed that this person had hidden feelings for her mother.

She subconsciously turned her face away in disgust, "Get lost."

Then he felt a hand pinch her chin, pinched her hard a few times, then raised his hand and slapped her hard.

The loud applause almost echoed in this narrow secret room, even if Elena bit her lip, she couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

Except for the red and swollen pain on the left side of her face, she felt that her whole body was shaking, and she could hardly see the scene in front of her.

"You still protect Molson. Why, you admire him so much? Who allowed you to talk to me like this?" Linde said indifferently, and then his tone suddenly softened as if he was schizophrenic, and he touched him pitifully. Touching the red palm print, "It hurts, sorry."

Elena turned her face away, but Linde forced her back.

"Although I really want to goug out your eyes," he whispered close to Elena's ear, "but that's for the next time. I advise you not to talk nonsense, little princess, I don't want to Hurt you. Hand it over, you know what it is."

"I don't know," Elena replied honestly.

She really hadn't figured out what Moriarty wanted, he was so eccentric.

She met Linde's light blue eyes, but also maintained this expression.

A little confused, a little ignorant, and a little deliberately cute.

Linde looked at her for a while, and suddenly laughed wildly.

"She didn't tell you?" He said strangely, "It seems that you are also an abandoned person."

"What?" Elena didn't hear clearly.

Linde reached out his hand in a condescending gesture, and patted her face lightly, "Okay, cooperate with me and be obedient. Tell me about your most precious thing."

Elena began to think quickly about things that were procrastinating and meeting the standards.

She subconsciously replied, "My brain?"

"No," Linde said, frowning, "It's useless for Moriarty to ask you to use your brain."

He clicked his tongue in disgust, "I hate it when you make jokes. Say it again, don't do unnecessary things."

"My architectural drawing set?" Elena guessed again.

"No, do you think he would want this kind of thing?" Linde said impatiently, "Is there something in it?"

Elena shook her head, "I don't add anything to it. It's just a hand-painted building."

"Maybe, I will give a copy to each of my relatives and friends every festival," she said nonsense, "in case he wants to experience the belated family affection?"

These words seemed to hit Linde, and his face suddenly sank.

"Shut up!" Linde suddenly became angry.

He walked back and forth a few times, then said darkly, "I shouldn't ask you like this, you are a liar just like her...and you have learned a good skill from Molson. That's good, I have some You should have seen it a long time ago. After all, she is her daughter, so I shouldn't expect anything from you."

"What?" Elena asked subconsciously.

Linde walked to the wall and replied without looking back, "It's the last thing you want to see."

His gadgets, silver needles, tweezers, blades of different kinds and sizes...

Elena gasped.

Under Linde's expectant eyes, she deliberately said, "Could it be...you want to give me a vacation?"

Linde endured it, and then he restrained himself from throwing the brick in Elena's face.

"You're... so crooked by Molson," he pulled out the brick that opened the mechanism, threw it aside, and mocked, "It's okay, I'll let you see what is the most profound..."

Before the remaining word "fear" had time to say, Linde saw that the room that was supposed to be empty and where all the sharp weapons he had collected was packed with people.

He took a step back subconsciously, but saw the black gun/muzzle.

The guns in Watson's and Holmes' hands were facing the same direction, and they were both aimed steadily at Linde.

Linde was startled by this sudden change.

He was then almost caught without a fight, without any resistance.

Elena on the other side was greatly relieved when she heard the crisp sound of the handcuffs closing, and waited for someone to untie her.

It's over at last, she thought.

Dr. Watson came first, squatting down to help her untie the rather tight rope.

He looked at it for a long time, but frowned and looked at Holmes beside him, "It's a knot. Holmes, are there any scissors over there?"

Holmes drew a thin knife from a hidden compartment on the side, and strode over.

Watson stretched out his hand, but he didn't expect Holmes to skip him and walk to Elena's side.

Watson sighed helplessly and stepped aside, "Are you all right, Miss Elena?"

He glanced at the wrists and ankles that were worn out by the rough rope, as well as the red and swollen half of his face, and concluded, "It doesn't look good."

"It's okay," Elena said honestly, "except for a little pain."

She actually felt okay, but her face was still hurting, but after a while, the swollen piece didn't actually have any burning sensation.

Seeing that nothing happened, Watson decided to go to see if Mr. Brut Jr. and Miss Bennet, who had passed out, woke up.

He looked back at Holmes with some uneasiness, and left hesitantly.

"What did he ask you?" Holmes, who was muttered by him, quickly cut the rope that bound Eileen's hands, got up and turned to the front, "About what?"

"Old question, what do you want me to hand over?" Elena stretched her wrist, "Thank you for your hard work. Why didn't Eric come?"

It is estimated that the worn out skin will turn blue tomorrow, and Mrs. Hudson may complain about it.

"Eric? Oh, that Frenchman." Holmes' voice seemed to be a little low. "He's on guard above, in case someone escapes from another place. And the darkroom here seems to be designed like this. Enter so many people."

Elena looked down at Holmes, only to see that his black hair was a little messy, looking a little funny.

So for some reason, she felt a strange impulse suddenly.

Elena reached out her hand very quickly, and gently stroked Holmes' hair with a mentality that she would never have in normal times.

She regretted it almost as soon as she touched it, but the touch from her hand told her that it was too late.

She even rubbed subconsciously.

It was soft, a little warm, and a little fluffy, a stretchy, fuzzy mass.

To the touch, how should I put it, it's really quite... quite like the cat the Earl raised in the manor?

Holmes looked at her in a daze, his usual alertness seemed to be gone.

He blinked his eyes in a daze, as if he didn't react.

Elena coughed in embarrassment.

Too bad she actually thought it was a little cute.

"Sorry," she said dryly, "I was not careful..."

Next, she didn't know what to say.

accidentally what?Her hand fell down automatically, and she accidentally made a gesture of touching her hair?

Holmes would not believe it.

She's a bit of a gut-wrenching self-reflection.

Elena, how did you reach out that hand?

They are seriously untying you!He also saved you!It's too bad for you to do this!

Holmes coughed and laughed lightly. The rope that originally bound Elena's ankle slipped at that moment and fell to the ground.

"You try to stand up?" he said.

Elena tried it and found that her legs were stiff from sitting.

Holmes supported her extremely powerfully and at the right time, then took off his coat and put it on Elena.

"Thank you so much," Elena simply skipped the topic, "Shall we go back? It's time to go home."

She sighed, "But I haven't figured out how to explain it to my aunt yet."

"There is no need to explain," replied Holmes mildly. "Mrs. Hudson will understand you."

He glanced down at Elena, sighed deeply, "Go back."

Yes, it's time to go home.

In fact, Holmes was right.

After seeing her in such a panic, Mrs. Hudson not only said nothing, but also took out the spare medicine as if she was used to it.

"Take it and use it first, Dr. Watson may not have it all," she didn't even ask why, "This is the best wound medicine, Weston put it here."

Elena couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, she didn't hear the nagging... It's really great.

She just wants to drink a cup of tea, eat something, and go to sleep after taking the medicine.

Facts have proved that this breath of relief is too early.

The earl who heard the news jumped out of the carriage like a gust of wind, rushed to the living room, and embraced Eileen who had just finished drinking tea tremblingly into his arms again.

"I want to hire someone to stay by your side to protect you! That guy Weston is too unreliable, and your new Eric is too unreliable," the earl finished venting, then looked up at the window. Holmes, smoking a pipe, "You too! Unreliable!"

After a while, the earl softened his tone again.

"However, if you hire someone..." He looked towards the window thoughtfully again, and asked politely, "Holmes, is three enough? Or a little more?"