Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The count couldn't help asking, "Is this... for me?"

He was a little confused, picked it up and waved it a few times, feeling uncomfortable, "Well, maybe it's not very suitable for me."

The length is a bit short, the color is not dignified and elegant, and the handle is not inlaid with precious ornaments, the polishing is not smooth, and the unique design sense of the cane does not match him at all.

But this is still the first gift from Elena's neighbor, so why don't you accept it reluctantly

"That..." Watson said in a low voice, "this is my cane, my lord."

"What?" The count looked at Sherlock in shock, and then at Watson.

Oops, what should I do in this situation, should I simply push away the responsibility?Who is better to choose?

In the end, he decisively chose to bully the weak and fear the strong.

The earl said bitterly, "According to etiquette, the cane should be placed at the door! Doctor Watson, why did you throw it in the room?"

Watson's face is dazed, innocent, and a little pathetic.

"Ah, this is just convenient..." he said weakly.After he came back, of course he was as comfortable as possible, how could he pay attention to such details?

"What is smoothness," the Earl reprimanded immediately, "Good habits need to be developed from an early age! We can't develop them now, even though they are what scientists call a 'stereotype', but it's better to do it early!"

He held onto Watson and chattered for a long time, until Watson couldn't hold it back anymore, and just laughed shamelessly.

He stopped preaching again, and realized that he seemed to have chosen the wrong path.what happened?

Uncle Ben and Mrs. Hudson on the side laughed so hard that they could hardly breathe, while Elena was still in a daze.

When she came back to her senses and found that everyone was laughing, she couldn't help scratching her head, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," the earl answered immediately after he understood what happened, and replaced it with a rather cold emphasis, "Take care of yourself."

He strode to the door, "I'll go first, I still have work to do when I get back. You should stay here."

Run, there is no chance of not leaving, and the good appearance you have created will disappear.

How would Elena see him then? !

The count hastily put on his gloves, picked up the cane which was lying by the door, and went away.

In his haste, he didn't realize that it wasn't the cane he was used to, but another finely polished, pure black and simple cane. He went out quickly, and even forgot to say goodbye to Elena.

Elena saw that the count was almost in a panic, almost bumping into the pillar at the door, and still nodded at his back in confusion.

"Well," she called, "goodbye, Father."

Hearing the sound, the count almost jumped up, almost hitting the decorative frame above his head.

He slowed down, coughed pretending to be serious, and then said in a deep voice, "Well, I saw a snail just now. Goodbye."

Then he straightened his neckline before striding outside.

Elena came to her senses, she twitched the corners of her mouth.

Then he turned around and looked at Eric beside him, "I'm wondering whether to reimagine the museum. I came up with a bolder idea."

"Okay," Eric said bluntly, "You decide what you want."

After thinking about it, he added, "Of course, you have to bear the consequences yourself."

Elena raised her eyebrows and said confidently, "Of course."

"I'm going back first." She straightened her skirt and got up calmly. "Eric, come up with me. I have things for making models in my room."

"Goodbye," Sherlock said abruptly.

Elena looked at Sherlock who was still clasped his hands and half leaned on the chair.

"Good-bye," she said softly, curling the corners of her lips, "though that was not my intention—but I am sorry, Mr. Holmes."

She turned and left, expecting no reply from Sherlock, but his voice came from behind.

"You don't need to apologize for this, Miss Elena." Sherlock still closed his eyes, but his voice was calm and self-possessed, "It's not your fault."

Elena didn't answer.

She laughed, and quickly went upstairs with her skirt in hand, followed by Eric.

Watson, on the other hand, looked puzzled and opened his eyes to Holmes, who was staring at Elena leaving.

"Obviously she was here just now," he was rather puzzled, "Why don't you just be more direct?"

Anyway, I like everything I like, so being direct is better than not being able to say anything now, right?

He really couldn't understand Holmes more and more.Whichever it is.

"Watson," Sherlock stood up suddenly and looked at Watson sincerely, "Would you like to hear a word from me?"

His expression was extremely serious, as if he was asking Watson for an extremely important matter that concerned the lives of many innocent people.

This made Watson shiver involuntarily, and his whole body tensed up.

"Of course," he said, "of course I would, but what is it?"

Sherlock lay back lazily again.

"You see, Watson," he said softly, "that even you, who are familiar with my nature and have worked with me for some time, feel nervous and uncomfortable if I speak of such subjects. If I Bringing this up to Miss Elena now, how will she react?"

"...Yes?" Watson asked dully.

Sherlock sneered, "You underestimate her, Watson."

"She values ​​work no less than me, or even more than me," he said wearily, holding the pillow in his arms, "what's more, I don't think that we are really important to each other to such an extent... What I can't let go of, she also can't let go of. Do you think it's appropriate for two people to talk about feelings like this?"

Watson was momentarily stopped by the question.

"You mean," he asked a little hesitantly, "like Miss Elena, the case is also your lifelong partner?"

He had talked with Elena about this kind of topic before, and Elena's answer was very firm.

At present, matters related to relationships have not been included in Elena's list. As for Holmes, he obviously did not take such a slight favor seriously.

"Ah," Sherlock replied vaguely, his voice lowered, "maybe..."

He slightly covered his face to block the candlelight shining in front of him, wrapped the blanket around his body, and fell asleep in a mess like this.

After thinking for a long time, Watson scratched his head and gave up.

Forget it, what did he do with the matter of the two of them.Let them figure it out for themselves.

He stepped forward to help his roommate, took the pillow and blanket from Holmes' bed, and covered Holmes.

After confirming that his sleeping position was basically normal and that he would be fine after a night of sleep, Watson also yawned and went to wash up.

Elena made origami on it.

After she drew a rough sketch, she began to think about the splicing of the blocks and the overall structure.

Eric frowned after looking at Elena's design for a while.

He is not used to such simple sketches, and the expression of space splicing is naturally easy to understand, but the focus is on smooth plane processing.

"I don't think they will let this plan go through," he looked at Elena, "it's too simple. You don't count as 'what you like'."

Elena beckoned to him.

"Because I want to experiment with new things. I hope that each volume should have independent space from each other," she said. , to reach a 'clue' at the bottom. Then use a simple shaping method to make a fusion of geometric effects and Roman elements—"

"But did you ever think that the design we made earlier could do that too?" Eric asked.

He took out two sketches from a pile of sketches on the side, and spread them out in front of Elena, "If this is the case, it is also possible to dismantle this building as a whole, and then create an effect similar to this, but it may be more biased towards trending right now."

The sketch he mentioned was the museum that he and Elena thought of going together before. Apart from the choice of color and material, it is indeed more in line with the public's aesthetics.

But Elena shook her head.

"Of course I thought about it," Elena said without thinking, "but don't you think, if I give in to the market from the very beginning, wouldn't it be very boring?"

She gestured, "I had the same idea as you at first, but I figured it out now. I can't give in to everything, I'm not perfect, and neither is my design. Instead of always catering to others, try to do it Can you get yourself recognized. Ah, but speaking of current fashion trends—we can definitely work on the organization and arrangement of the grid, and see how the idea goes.”

She cut the paper to the required size, and was about to pick up the glue on the side, and then glanced at Eric who was still in a daze.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Anyway, try it first—do it before you think about it, that's what my mentor told me."

Eric responded.

He whispered, "You're right."

Watson was woken up early in the morning by Sherlock Holmes knocking on the door.

He yawned and opened the door with sleepy eyes. Before he could complain, Holmes patted him on the shoulder.

It seems there is another case.

Watson hurried back to change clothes, picked up the notebook beside him and went out.

In the small living room sat a beautiful and attractive lady, wearing a light-colored veil, who seemed a little anxious.

"Mr. Holmes, you must save me," she pleaded to Holmes without realizing that Watson had come in, "Mr. François Le Vuillard told me to come to you. It's a corner..."

Holmes motioned her to remain calm, called Mrs. Hudson to bring a cup of tea, and waited for the lady to hold the teacup, and her mood seemed to ease a little before motioning her to continue.

"Please don't worry," he said, "François Le Ville... I have dealt with him once, he is really a bright and learned young man, and I have heard of his reputation in France. .”

"Monsieur Vuillard told me that only you can help me in this matter," said the lady.

She rolled up her veil, revealing a lively and beautiful face, and a pair of pitiful eyes due to tension and fright.

"You may call me Christine, sir," said the lady, "I was employed at the Opera, and I had a wonderful and amazingly gifted teacher who taught me secretly... I became the most famous Soprano, and then I fell in love with the theater's impresario, who was also a patron."

"Then your teacher fell in love with you, but couldn't ask for it?" Holmes asked sharply.

"Yes, and then he did some wrong things. He once promised me that he would never find me again..." Christine's voice was a little trembling, "But I received a threatening letter from him some time ago."

She took the letter out of the bag, handed it to Holmes, and clenched her hands nervously.

At this time, Elena floated down from upstairs sleepily, followed by Eric.

"...I think it's better to have something warm for breakfast," she chatted with Eric beside her, "Auntie's butter bread or fried eggs are very good, it's the first time you come to my place to stay up late, you can try it .Maybe we can call on Little Brut and the others next time..."

Slowly descending to the second floor, she found the door of the living room was open. Elena glanced inside unexpectedly, "Morning, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson. Do you need breakfast? I can bring it for you by the way."

She couldn't help it, and yawned again, only to realize that Holmes seemed to have a guest.

Just as he was about to close the door in embarrassment, Holmes spoke.

"Thank you, Miss Elena, but no," replied Holmes. "But Mr. Eric, who is behind you, may perhaps come in."

He turned sideways to let the person blocked by him, "There may be an acquaintance here who wants to see him."

Eric rubbed his forehead, he also walked slowly to the door and took a look in because he was a little confused because of staying up late.

Then he blurted out, "Kristen?"

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