Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Holmes took another puff of cigarette, and said lightly, "Actually, all that is needed is for Miss Elena not to make similar actions again. Send others out at the place where dangerous things happened, and ask someone to be alone. It might not be wise to sit in the downstairs corner."

He looked at the count and spoke harshly.

"Of course, you can hire some people for her to keep her safe," Holmes said. "When this happened, both Mr. Brutt and Miss Bennet were driven out. I don't think it's going to have any effect that the lady continues to insist on such audacious and unusually irrational behavior."

"There are only those who are thieves all the time, how can there be those who are always warding off thieves?" The earl asked confidently, "Besides, I don't think it's a big deal. We, the Molson family..."

He started talking again and again, completely putting on the so-called rich and self-willed airs.

But Elena didn't listen to these words at all.

Her attention was entirely absorbed in the words "sitting downstairs alone."

What is a person?She didn't chase people away?Little Brutt and Lydia were making noise around her, she could hear it clearly, but just ignored it?

Not to mention that Eric was also beside her, and none of the guards who were seriously guarding around left.

Although I am indeed a little immersed in drawing, but it is not so...

and many more.

Elena thought of the little Brut and Lydia who disappeared for no reason in her memory.

At that time, she thought that she was too involved, so that she missed the successive departures of people around her, including Eric.

But she occasionally chats with people while painting, how could she be so focused all of a sudden?It's not that she can't devote herself in this way, but it's impossible for her to let go of her vigilance and devote herself wholeheartedly to the painting when she is not completely safe.

"I asked someone to sit downstairs, why?" Elena pursed her lips and asked.

"I don't know, you didn't explain," Watson replied honestly, "Actually, you just sat there blankly, looking at a corner..."

He recalled, "and then remained motionless until the man suddenly appeared near you and took you away into a dark passage around the corner, during which time you did not struggle. Don't you have the slightest impression yourself, Miss Molson? "

"Still motionless?" Elena frowned, "Didn't you draw any pictures?"

She continued to ask, "The 'I' you see in your eyes is not drawing a picture? In the room, on the first floor, keep a still posture? Don't you find it strange?"

The more Elena thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

"Actually, you were... a little strange at the time. I thought you were too excited today," Holmes said. "The police detective on the second floor said that not only did you remain motionless after we left, but you also appeared after the captured criminal appeared. , stood up inexplicably, looked around, and finally fell back suddenly. Little Brutt and Lydia didn't say hello to the police detectives, they found another staircase and slipped down from the second floor, trying to get to you When they were found, they had passed out in a corner."

Watson nodded in confusion, "Yes, that is indeed the case. Is there any problem?"

Elena took a deep breath, "No, that's not right. I was leaning against a tree outdoors to draw pictures, besides Eric sitting next to me, only two feet away from the guards, little Brutt and Lydia. Step! I didn't chase anyone away, Eric, Brut Jr., and Lydia walked away without knowing the reason...Did Eric tell you the reason?"

She looked up and looked around, "Eric? Are you there?"

"Here," whispered Eric, who was sitting on the corner road.

"But I am not with you," he replied, "until Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson found me. If there is no accident, I will lie in the grass on the side."

Elena looked through her memory carefully.

"I'll think about it," she murmured. "When Eric came back, I remember very clearly. I was indoors looking at the pictures drying, and then Mr. Holmes came downstairs, with Dr. Watson and Gerard behind him." Detective Layson."

"No, he didn't come back," Holmes replied. "I only saw that after you handed me the trench coat, you seemed very angry and drove little Brutt, Lydia, and even the guards to the second floor... Voice Very large, very unusual."

He looked at Elena, "Are you sure your memory is correct?"

Elena shook her head, "I...I think there is something wrong."

She said, "It should have started here, and things went wrong afterwards. I just remember that before Eric appeared, I was hanging the painting indoors, and then I had a conversation with you, and saw you running to the sewer cover at the door up, and then...suddenly sat by the tree. And then I started drawing, and I clearly remember little Brutt and Lydia chatting beside me, not to mention Eric sitting next to me... "

Yes, she was clearly hanging the paintings indoors, and she muttered that it was too dark here, how could she see the sunlight and tree shadows, and she felt that the environment for painting was really suitable?

She could hear little Brutt and Lydia chatting all the time, and she knew all about their small movements, so how could she feel that she ignored a few people and left because she was immersed in the painting?

Thinking of this, Elena almost felt chills all over her body.

In the end what happened?Is she crazy, or is someone really manipulating her memory?

She trembled so visibly that the Earl gave her a worried look.

"What's the matter, Elena?" He comforted, "Are you afraid? It's okay, don't worry, people have been caught. I'll hire you five or six people to follow you, and those people won't dare to act rashly ..."

Elena shook her head, "I'm not for this, father."

She pinched her palms, trying to calm herself down.

"I remember you gave me a long trench coat." She looked at Holmes. "Where was I when you first lent me the trench coat? Was it outdoors or indoors?"

She remembered that Eric was not there at the time.

"What, he actually lent you the windbreaker?" the count asked in surprise, "Why didn't I know?"

Isn't that what he used to do to Yvette?What's happening here?

Several people in the room ignored his words.

"Outdoors," replied Holmes. "But when I came down, you were indoors, just at the bottom of the stairs, as I remember very well."

He put the pipe aside, walked over, and looked at Elena carefully.

Holmes asked suddenly, "In your memory, what were you doing at that time?"

"In my memory," Elena murmured, "I subconsciously thought I was outside all the time...but I remember clearly, no, wait."

She suddenly thought of a detail, "When Eric came back, all I heard was the click of his boots on the leaves. And he told me that he told Inspector Grayson...Mr. Holmes, you didn't see Eric, did you say 'You guys are going back', did you?"

This was the second time she had seen Holmes from her point of view, when he had said those words.

"It is true that Mr. Eric was not present when I said that," Holmes motioned her to continue.

"That's supposed to be when the other 'Eric' comes back," Elena said, "and that's where things went from there."

She speculated, "Could that 'Eric' be the criminal pretending to be Eric? But why? Sneaked up to me, then left for a while, then suddenly changed his ways... so weird."

"Then, in your memory, what happened next?" Holmes continued.

He tapped his palm thoughtfully, "I think that Mr. Criminal may be holding something else in his hand. The devil's heel can create illusions for people. Besides, I know a few other things that can Things that disturb other people's minds, make you mistake him for Mr. Eric, and have hallucinations. But Miss Elena, you said that you didn't feel anything strange at all, and the hallucinations formed were so realistic...It sounds almost It's like you're trapped in another world, except for a little more loopholes."

"I kept drawing under the tree until everyone around me disappeared, except you, Dr. Watson, and Inspector Grayson who came talking and walking with the prisoner behind. Then the man came and covered my mouth, It strangled me again, the corpse on the tree was dripping blood, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the book stained with blood, and..."

She came to her senses suddenly, "Has anyone seen my notebook?"

Seeing that everyone had different expressions, Elena asked a little eagerly, "Isn't there?"

She gestured at the size by the way, "It's almost half the size of the bag, it's relatively small—"

"No, there is," said Holmes.

He took out the book that Elena was very familiar with from the bag beside him, and handed it to her.

Elena took the book, opened it, and turned to that page according to her memory.

It was empty above, except for a group of small people dancing with flags, there was nothing.

"We found this at the place where you disappeared," Holmes said. "The guards on the second floor said that it was definitely not your drawing. After driving them to the second floor, you did nothing but sit quietly. Dry."

"That should be the criminal who was captured," Elena said affirmatively, "He looks crazy. But how did he do it?"

She lifted the notebook up and shook it, as if trying to see what information could appear in it, and whether it could be poured out.

"There is only one set of words, which we couldn't decipher," Watson said. "In fact, Holmes was trying to decipher it on the way back, but this semaphore seems to be different from the one we encountered before..."

The earl beside her, who didn't understand anything, was in a daze seriously. He only glanced at the picture in the notebook when he heard the word dismantling.

Then he changed his face suddenly, and snatched the book from Elena's hand forcefully.

At this time, the earl almost revealed a strange violence.

"'The dream is so beautiful, why did you wake up'," he read, before throwing the book hard on the ground.

"Father, how do you know what this means?" Elena looked at him.

She reached out to pick up the book, but the earl grabbed her arm.

"You don't need to pick it up. Your mother once taught me, and we compiled a semaphore system based on the stories she told me," the count replied. "The people who know this semaphore, except me and your deceased Mother, there is only..."

With a gloomy expression, he looked at Holmes, "What's the name of the man you caught? Is his name Linde?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Linde: Oh, it's me.Did you see it?

Linde: I deliberately left so many loopholes, I am super kind~

Earl: hei——tui!