Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

"I... this one?" Elena repeated subconsciously, "The necklace was left to me by my mother, and the bracelet is—"

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door and entered, bringing another person with her.

"I gave it to her," she said a little curtly. "Molson, is there a problem? You don't seem to notice the gift I gave her last year? Huh?"

Facing the gazes of Uncle Ben and Mrs. Hudson, the Earl smiled awkwardly.

My daughter receives so many birthday gifts every year (more than his), how can he remember what each one is!

"Do you know what this is?" the count deliberately changed the subject, "You never told me."

He has been kept a secret for so long!

"It's enough for you to know a little," Mrs. Hudson casually untied the apron and threw it aside. "This is what my sister means. The more you know, the more dangerous you are. It's better not to know anything. Anyway, you can always put everything away." It’s better to screw up than not to know anything.”

The count stopped for a moment, "Yvette's meaning...Okay."

He tossed the things a little reluctantly, "I really don't understand——then what's the use of keeping such things here with me?"

After all, he was the only one being kept secret.

"Okay, Molson," Uncle Ben dragged the stool over, "I don't think we're hiding it from you. You're the kind of person who pretends not to know unless you expose the truth in front of you." , isn't it?"

He snorted coldly, "Pretending to be deaf and dumb is your usual skill."

They never hid anything from the Earl about the past and the future, but he always thought things out by himself.

Over time, everyone is too lazy to correct it.

"Because we know he won't suspect you," Mrs. Hudson explained, sitting down, "after all he—oh, now he says his name, Moriarty?"

"Yes, Moriarty," said Uncle Ben, "Now that I've reached this level, there's no need for me to hide it from you, Elena."

He said bluntly, "Moriarty was present at the engagement banquet many years ago, and he must be present this time. The count is wrong. Although he and Linde are in a cooperative relationship, Linde is afraid of him. According to my investigation Moriarty had been in contact with Linde for a long time, and induced him to take the current path. I didn’t know the real name of the man behind the scenes, but Yvette told me that besides Linde at that time, there was another One was there and asked me to track down whoever was involved with it and tried to interfere with your trajectory years after the fact."

"So," said Holmes thoughtfully, "that was also related to your investigation at the time?"

He was referring to the haystack incident when he and Uncle Ben first encountered each other.

"Yes, Moriarty should have had a hand in that case at the time," Uncle Ben replied. "I was halfway in the investigation, but I ran into you by accident. I have to say, you are nothing like your brother, little Holmes." gentlemen."

"You know Mr. Holmes?" Elena said unexpectedly.

But she immediately came back to her senses and thought of another more urgent matter.

"The thing in Linde's hands can manipulate other people's consciousness, so dangerous," Elena stood up subconsciously, "I don't think Scotland Yard can trap him. Should we rush there..."

She was about to leave, but unexpectedly the wound hit the table in front of her, causing her to gasp in a hiss.

"No," said Holmes flatly, stopping her movement. "My brother has already gone to Scotland Yard."

He said, "When I realized that there was a problem, I sent him information as soon as possible. Don't worry, he knows as much or more about this than us."

Seeing everyone's expressions, Holmes said without turning his head, "All my information on this matter comes from him. In fact, if I'm not wrong, Mycroft also has this kind of stone. a member."

His elder brother once revealed some information about such things to him, and after getting a hint from Mycroft at the restaurant by the river, he had doubts about what existed in Elena.

"Of course your brother knows this," Mrs. Hudson said angrily. "Have you guessed why I was involved in this matter, and why the family that adopted Elena was my family and not someone else?"

"Because your family has studied the strange function of 'stones' for generations," replied Holmes. "Mrs. Hudson, don't get excited. I am not speculating, but inferring. However, we can always settle the matter."

His words are not very loud, but they are powerful.

Mrs. Hudson was silent for a moment.

"You're right," she said, "but I don't know when these things will be completely ruined, and I can't even think of a way. Weston and I speculate that Moriarty has planned It's been nearly 20 years... from the time Yvette was adopted by my family until she married Molson, I'm afraid it's all under his control."

"Don't worry," Elena held her aunt's hand and comforted her. "There will always be a way, Auntie. If it doesn't work, we will find an opportunity to kill Moriarty, which can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."

Her words of "removing harm for the people" made Uncle Ben next to him couldn't help laughing, and Holmes beside him also smiled a little.

The warmth from the palms seems to have given Mrs. Hudson some heat, she straightened her back again, and smiled gently at Elena, "You are right, after all, I have passed these materials to Big Mr. Holmes. In any case, after he escapes from there, he will only be free for a while."

"What?" exclaimed the count. "What did you say?"

He belatedly asked, "Isn't Yvette your real sister?"

"Is this the time to worry about this?" Mrs. Hudson barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. "Think of something useful, okay?"

"Tell me what you know of it, Mrs. Hudson," said Holmes. "I suppose you have some idea of ​​its origin, don't you?"

He was leaning against the window sill, playing with his pipe in his hand, as if he was waiting for someone.

"This kind of stone is called the 'Stone of Light'," Mrs. Hudson said. "It is recorded in the data that it was originally a 'cursed object', but it was stolen by five people one day and secretly disassembled into five pieces. And that person is my ancestor. The ancestor left one piece as a family heirloom, and the other four pieces were shared equally by the other four people. This kind of thing has its unique function, which is obsessive, and it also makes my family work beyond the surface. In addition, I also began to study the function of such things, but when it was passed down to my generation, a large amount of information was lost. My parents divided it into two halves, one was made into a necklace, and the other was a bracelet, and they were given as gifts. Gave it to me and my sister."

She continued, "At that time, Yvette and I were kicked out of the house, and many books were lost. I think it was at that time that Moriarty obtained more detailed information about the 'Stone of Light'."

"The two halves of this one belong to you and mother," Elena asked, "The other half in mother's hand is—"

Mrs. Hudson smiled, and looked at Uncle Ben who had been hanging his head, not knowing what he was playing with.

"She only gave me a bite of rice at first," Uncle Ben replied unwillingly, "I gave this to her."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, "I didn't expect this thing to be quite valuable at the time. Not only did I lose the thing, but..."

Uncle Ben didn't finish his follow-up words, but the Earl didn't care.

"Stone of Light?" The count looked at the dark stone in his hand, "I don't think this thing has anything to do with light. Did your ancestors name it wrong?"

He looked left and right, but he didn't think there was any light in this stone. It might as well be called a "black stone".

"Shut up," Mrs. Hudson gave him a glare, "I don't know where Moriarty got how to use it. I'm sure it wasn't from me, because Yvette remembers I have collected all the books at home, but I still don’t know how to use them.”

She smiled, "But the funny thing is, I guess Moriarty never laid hands on me directly, because he thought that what I got was 'some' function that he was afraid of."

"For instance?" asked Holmes.

"For example, to make him unlucky," Mrs. Hudson smiled shortly. "He never met me, and that's probably why."

She sighed again, "I want to know more, who was the one who imprisoned Linde in the lunatic asylum with my sister. Because there are only five stones in total, me, my sister, Big Holmes, Moriarty and Linde. Then What happened to the extra piece?"

At the window came the sound of approaching wheels, and Holmes glanced out.

"It seems that our question will be resolved soon," he said with a little smile.

As soon as the words fell, Mycroft pushed the door open and walked in.

"I hope I haven't disturbed you," he said with a smile. "As for Lord Molson—long time no see."

Elena found Linde who was downcast behind him.

He seemed to be completely different from the person who kidnapped Elena before, he was less mad, with an unshaven beard and messy hair, but he seemed to have a sense of depression.

And Mycroft's words obviously frightened the earl.

He laughed dryly, "Ah, hahaha, long time no see, Mr. Holmes."

In fact, they had just met before. After Elena went to the museum site, the number of people eating desserts in the open-air seats on the street increased from two to three.

Until Mycroft was called away because of something, he was tasting new products with the Earl and Giles.

"Leaving that aside," Mycroft motioned, "I have brought Lynd. What do you want to ask him, Sherlock?"

Mycroft snapped his fingers, as if pushed by an invisible force, Linde involuntarily took two steps forward.

He raised his head, looked at Elena and the count, his expression was almost shaken.

But that only seemed to be there for a split second.

After only a moment, he returned to his usual expressionless face.

"I can say," Linde said abruptly, "let them go out."

He was obviously pointing at the Earl and Elena.

Before the earl could speak, Eric, who had been sitting in the corner and kept silent all this time, stood up.

He laughed coldly, "I think maybe you don't need them to go out, and you can explain it well."

This hint made Linde pale. He himself is a person who is used to this trick, and he knows exactly what Eric is referring to.

But this time he is the one waiting to be slaughtered...

"But do you think it will work for me?" Linde twitched his lips, "You can try it."

The earl waved his hand, signaling Eric not to worry.

"No," he said with a cold face, looking majestic, "I know a better way."

Elena looked at the count.

The count stepped forward, swung his arms, and slapped Linde hard first.

This slap was very loud, and Linde's face was turned aside by inertia, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Linde didn't look very angry, but he laughed.

"That's it?" He said sarcastically, "Molson, after all these years, you have developed such a memory?"

"This is for Elena. Tell us, tell us everything you know," the count threatened, "Or, I think you would like to cry and beg me to let you go?"

Linde looked up and glanced at the count.

"Why do you want me to cry and beg you?" He asked a little funny, "You? Can you do it? I still remember the bloody thing when you were a child, Molson."

The count didn't care about him revealing that he was dizzy when he was a child. He proudly took out a feather duster from his arms.

"I am not as mad as you, but I know you well," replied the Count. "I know exactly what you fear the most, and what you grow up to fear."

"You are ticklish," said the Count plausibly.

The author has something to say: Indecent Little Theater:

Linde: No way, no? ?That's it?

Earl: Hee hee. (feather duster.jpg)

Linde: Don't come here! .jpg

The five stones are currently in the hands of Earl, Elena, Maggie, Moriarty, and Linde respectively corresponding to time and space, soul, spirit, truth, and self

There is a prize quiz to guess what the five people correspond to, and give a kiss to those who answer correctly (bu waiter)

(By the way, although the earl's thinking is simple, there were really ticklish punishments in the Middle Ages, but Linde has long since lost his ticklishness.)

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