Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Linde looked at the confident and confident Earl, and suddenly burst out laughing uncontrollably.

He himself looks quite young, and he doesn't seem to have aged much these years. The years have almost frozen on his face, and such a smile actually reveals a bit of vigor.

"What are you laughing at?" said the count angrily. "Don't laugh!"

Laugh if you want, have you got his permission?He is very serious torture/interrogation to extract a confession!

What's more, this bastard still laughs so... Bah!

The count said enviously, "Forget about laughing to death! Stop laughing!"

Linde couldn't help but smiled and said, "I don't."

After he finished laughing thoroughly, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said softly, "Oh, it's hard for you, Klein, so you still remember? I thought you had forgotten it long ago. After all, you can't remember It’s a common occurrence.”

Linde's ticklish weakness was something he told the Earl himself.

At that time, it was because the earl was dizzy with blood, so he comforted the earl, saying don't be sad, I'm very ticklish, but it doesn't mean we are bad.That was actually a very distant memory...so far away that he could hardly remember it clearly, but the Earl still remembered it.

"Of course," the earl waved his hand, and replied confidently, "After you kidnapped me last time, I planned to use this incident to take revenge! This time, the old hatred and the new hatred coincide!"

He twitched the corner of his mouth, "Don't think that you can fool me by pretending to be arrogant. You must still be afraid! Say it quickly! Or I will start to torture you!"

The count waved the feather duster in his hand, and he did look menacing, with a full posture.

It was in harmony except for a slender, beautiful, colorful feather floating down the side.

Elena couldn't help but also laughed, she looked around and found that everyone seemed to relax a little because of the count's actions.

Mycroft simply found a comfortable position and watched the play with relish.

Another person leaned against the back of his chair.

Mycroft looked at his brother.

"You see," he said to Sherlock, "it's not a very good method of torture, but it's a good one, isn't it?"

Sherlock glanced at him with raised eyebrows.

"Is that what you expected?" he asked rather curtly. "Mycroft, are you really..."

Mycroft waved his hand.

"Don't be so sharp, Sherlock." He looked at the two people who were already in a row. "At this time, it is the best way to use the emotion card. Earl Molson seems to have good luck."

Sherlock turned his gaze away noncommittally, and looked at Elena again.

She was smiling and looking at the conversation between the earl and Linde, she seemed to have completely forgotten who she owed her scars to, and she did not act aggressively, and she seemed to have no hatred for Linde.

Sensing his gaze, Elena turned her head slightly to look at him, and then smiled slightly.

He does look a little calmer than when he reached for his hair, he thought, and smiled a little.

The earl on the side looked at Linde after waving it indiscriminately.

"Are you afraid?" He asked triumphantly, "Quickly confess!"

"Yeah! I'm super scared!" Linde, who was facing him, looked terrified, "I'm very scared! I'll tell you everything! Lord Earl, please spare me!"

After saying this, he seemed to let go of something in his heart.

"That's fine." The count sat back on the sofa and looked at Linde in a leisurely manner, "Let's talk."

He leaned back like this, still very imposing, provided that the upper part of the feather duster in his hand didn't snap off the pole, and then fell straight down.

The count held an empty pole like this, and was stunned for a while.

"Who bought this?" He asked angrily.

Mrs. Hudson nodded expressionlessly, signaling him to get down to business.

The count quickly changed his tone, "Which company is this? I'll help you complain!"

Linde almost couldn't help laughing.

He coughed, stopped smiling, and then looked at the people behind the count, "What do you want to ask?"

"What do you know?" Elena asked.

She looked directly at Linde, "Speak."

"What do I know?" Linde laughed again, this time it didn't look like he was smiling at the count, but it was rather meaningful.

He snorted, "I know a lot."

Linde looked at Elena this time, but he saw something else. She was not very like her mother. Yvette probably reached out to beat him when she knew about it.

She has always been able to do it without wasting her tongue. It's hard to imagine how Molson deceived her with smooth words.

"Your name is Elena?" Linde pronounced the name a little jerky, "You are not like your father... nor your mother. It is very interesting."

He looked at the earl provocatively, "It looks a bit like me. Hey, Molson, could it be my child?"

The two Molsons present all looked up and glanced at him.

"Shut up and get down to business." The count glanced at him, "You don't look very good, but your dreams are beautiful."

"I know, I know," Linde spread his hands indifferently, "But you have to be sure, there might be something you don't want to hear?"

Elena responded coldly, expressing that she knew.

She clasped her hands on her knees and looked at Linde, "No need, let's talk about it."

"Where to start," Linde tilted his head, "the day I was born—"

Before he could start talking, he was interrupted by Sherlock.

"Since you met Moriarty," said Sherlock.

He found a nearby place, sat down, and carefully observed Linde's every move.

"Well," Lind said, "the first time I met Moriarty was when I was 22 years old, my mother was dying, and I went to the street to buy her medicine, and I ran into Moriarty. Go. Then before going out, my mother hung her own necklace around my neck. The stone fell out at that time, and Moriarty should have seen it. He followed me back to the manor and induced me to use the stone to kill The butler who has always been disrespectful to me."

Although he was smiling, he didn't have much emotional fluctuations, "This is the first time I killed someone. Moriarty told me that there are five such stones in the world, and the people it chooses are all destined people, he told Me, I was born extraordinary."

"You believe it?" the count interrupted him in disbelief.

"But he doesn't seem to realize that this stone has nothing to do with me," Linde shook his head. "This is my mother's stone. Even so, why is my mother so poor and dying of illness?"

"So after you questioned him, he showed you what he was capable of," said Sherlock affirmatively.

"That's right," Linde said, "He told me that these five stones correspond to five different abilities, corresponding to time and space, soul, spirit, reality, and self. What I have in my hand is the Spirit Stone. This can manipulate other people’s emotions.”

He smiled, "He didn't tell me that I would lose myself if I use him. What he has is 'truth', but he can no longer distinguish the boundary between real and fake."

"Then what I hold should be the soul?" Eileen guessed.

With a strange premonition getting more and more hazy, she continued, "Should the father have time and space? The big Mr. Holmes has the ego?"

She looked at Mycroft. "Really, Mr. Holmes?"

The only thing that can correspond to Lin De, who has changed his attitude, is "self".

"Correct," it was not Mycroft who answered her, but Sherlock.

He stared at Linde closely, "Then, I assume, you should know Moriarty's true intentions towards Miss Elena?"

"He seems to think that Elena can inspire some novel uses," Linde said indifferently, "Let me scare her. Oh yes, he was there at the beginning."

He shrugged, "That old man is very difficult, I don't like him, do you want me to kill him?"

Linde didn't seem to have the consciousness that he was still working for Moriarty before. When he said this, he was breathless and calm, as if he was saying "the weather is good today".

He seemed to be bored, and he snapped his fingers while talking, making a clicking sound.

"Then he became my teacher," Linde said. "I didn't like him, but I didn't have the power to choose. I was not so much manipulated by him as I couldn't control myself. I hated him and I was afraid of him. He, because I can't control him, but my every move is under his surveillance."

He commented, "Terrible man. But he seemed to have very little restraint on me, so I simply indulged myself and indulged in other places. Interestingly, it was there that I met your mother, Yvette."

Elena nodded thoughtfully.

"You don't deserve to call her name!" The count lowered his face.

Linde smiled indifferently, and then he was punched by the count again.

"She didn't look good on me either, from the beginning to the end," Linde calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Okay, if you want to keep listening, don't waste your time, Molson."

He continued, "I was repulsed by her and another woman, and I was imprisoned in the 'false' by that woman. This is obviously contrary to what Moriarty said at the beginning. There are only five things in the world. But at the last moment , I pulled off her mask."

"What? Resurrected your heart?" the earl mocked.

Linde shrugged, "She looks exactly like Yvette, and Yvette calls her 'Yvette'."

"Do you know why they threw me into a 'lunatic asylum' and Moriarty didn't let me out?" He sighed, "Because he knew that 'Yvette'. And in this world, Moriarty Tell me, besides 'real', there is 'false', and there is even another world."

"So he changed his mind and let you out because—"

Holmes thought of a possibility, "What will happen if all the Bright Stones are collected?"

Linde showed a strange expression.

"Let me guess," he said to Elena, "if Moriarty is right, you shouldn't be 'Eileen'?"

These words almost froze the air in the room.

The people who were still discussing in low voices also fell silent, and no one spoke for a while.

Mrs. Hudson didn't seem to have any expression on her face. The Earl went out. Mycroft and Sherlock seemed to have expected it. Eric still looked indifferent. Except for Watson who had been surprised until now, only Ben Uncle looked at Elena.

"I think," he replied cautiously, "it should be Elena."

"Is it important?" Elena asked wearily, "I guessed about it."

She exhaled, closed her eyes, and leaned on the sofa, "Speak, continue."

Linde glanced at her.

"You don't look like her child," he repeated suddenly, "you don't look like a wolf, and you don't look like a dog. You do look like..."

Linde stopped his words.

"Moriarty told me that when the otherworldly soul, the Stone of Light, and the Day of the Polar Night appear in one place at the same time, what he has been longing for for so many years will come back," he said.

"Linde, who are you talking about?" the earl heard this sentence just after he came back from the bathroom.

He casually picked up the book next to him, "Will you talk about it?"

The originally heavy atmosphere was swept away.

"Whoever should do it," Linde said casually, "I'm hungry—do you care about the food?"

He looked expectantly at Mrs. Hudson.

The count looked at the two Holmes, "Has he finished?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he took what was in Linde's hand and threw it to Mycroft, who was the most convincing (in figure) in the audience, and pushed him away, "Let's go, let's go!"

Linde was almost kicked out of the door, and then the door slammed shut.

He looked at the clean 221b number plate, wiped the tears on his face indifferently, and called a taxi with the money stuffed by the earl in his pocket.

"I'm here to surrender," Linde said, standing in front of Detective Grayson with a look of hell on his face.

"It's finally gone," the earl heaved a sigh of relief, "It's really tiring to keep like this."

He moved himself a little bit, pretending that he hadn't done anything and hadn't been out.

Watson asked in surprise, "Fake it?"

Why doesn't he feel anything?

The count looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah," he said dryly, "I thought you saw it?"

"No," Watson shook his head.

Isn't it normal?

"After so many years, people will change, not to mention he has gone crazy," the earl put on the gloves, "but Linde—he is always like this."

"Still easy to cheat," he concluded, "well, that's what it is."

The author has something to say: The Sherlock Holmes brothers - basically know everything Watson & Earl - know nothing

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