Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The two said almost in unison, "Why are you here?"

Then they stopped at the same time.

Until Eric and Christine sat down face to face again under Sherlock Holmes' help, and they talked to each other in silence, Christine didn't know what to do.

After explaining the ins and outs of this incident, Christine sighed and fell silent again.

The letter she received was a threatening letter.

The person who wrote the letter claimed to have her biggest secret and threatened her to obey, but did not say clearly what the obedience was.Also, this isn't the first letter.The man even sent a letter to the hotel while she was heading to the port, trying to intimidate her, saying that after the secret was out, there would be no place for her to sing again.

"Now we can talk about the cause of this incident. Since all the parties involved are present," Holmes indicated, "Miss Christine, why do you think that the mysterious person who sent you the letter is a phantom?"

Christine looked at Eric who didn't seem to care about this sentence at all.

"I suspected it was him before, because the special paper is the paper that Phantom sent me the letter," she hesitated before saying, "There are very few people who know about it... people who have seen the letter not much."

Hearing these words, Holmes seemed to understand something.

He twisted the paper a few more times, got up and walked aside, and flipped through the book according to the memory in his mind.

"Not me," Eric said simply.

Against the sun, he looked at Christine with mixed emotions, "...you have grown up."

He looked at the girl who was growing up, mature enough.

Kristen will never again be the one who secretly cries in the dance studio because she was ostracized.

Eric gathered his coat, and a little metallic light appeared on the silver mask.

That's fine...they've all found their own path, and just keep going.

From the current situation, needless to say, Phantom must not be the suspect in this matter.

Christine moved the corners of her lips, and for a moment she really didn't know how to speak, so she didn't answer.

When the Phantom of the past appeared in front of her, she was always mysterious and elegant, her clothes were meticulous, her hairstyle and accessories were all morbidly perfect.

He maintains an almost ethereal aesthetic that lives up to his name.

And the one who appeared opposite her now was also wearing a mask, but it was completely two extremes.

Her hair was messed up, as if she hadn't slept all night, her clothes were wrinkled, and the hem of her windbreaker was hanging like a helper at a vegetable store in the neighborhood. Her hands were full of debris and ink stains, dirty, tired and sluggish.

It looked as if he had done something extraordinary, such as dancing twenty ballets in a row without stopping.

Christine remembered that when she finished her backup dance, she was in such a hollow state.

"You..." After uttering a word, she fell silent again.

Although she recognized this person she would never forget at a glance, Christine actually felt that she might be hallucinating.

It's probably like, well...

Christine didn't know how to describe this feeling. Anyway, she didn't feel very well now, and she even suspected that she had made a mistake, or that Sherlock Holmes had made a mistake, or that the way she entered this Mr. Detective's house today was not right.

Maybe should come over instead of calling for a cab...

Muttering this, Christine couldn't help but look up at Eric again.

Wasn't he doing well after leaving Paris?Desperate to this point?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

"How... how are you doing?" Kristen asked, "If you're missing—"

In the middle of her speech, she stopped.

Because Christine was stuffed with a biscuit by Elena beside her.

She looked at Elena on the side, and found that the lady raised the teacup in her hand as a signal.

"Try black tea with biscuits," Elena said briskly, and then couldn't help yawning, "Sorry, forgive my faux pas. I haven't slept all night, and I'm a little sleepy."

She drank the lipstick tea again before holding the cup in her palm, trying to warm herself a little through the cup.

Feeling Christine's gaze beside her, Elena realized that she didn't seem to introduce herself.

"Elena Molson," she said slowly, her eyelids slowly closed, her voice gradually lowered, her head lowered, but she was suddenly startled and pulled herself together, "Mo Earl Elson is my father, and he is currently working in an architectural firm. Last night, because of the construction I was mainly responsible for, I considered a plan for one night, basically—please don’t worry, I’m a little sleepy.”

"Then, ah," Christine looked at Elena a little helplessly, "Miss Molson, can you actually go to bed first?"

Elena blinked dully.

She looked at Christine slowly, then shook her head.

"I still have something to talk to... with Eric," Elena took out a candy from her pocket, stuffed it into her mouth, and said vaguely, "However, since Mr. Holmes has something to ask him , then wait for Mr. Holmes to finish his work, anyway, the matter of the plan can be continued."

Then Elena let out a comfortable breath, showing a quite satisfied expression, as if her spirits were cheered up at once.

The sweetness slowly overflowed from the sugar and spread to all parts of the body. Elena's mind was almost yelling "more, more", directly colliding with her personal disgust, and her thoughts were almost It became clear immediately.

Elena couldn't help complaining, "This kind of happiness... Sure enough, I hate candy the most."

She hated eating sugar since she was a child, because the sweet taste is too greasy, but candy can really help her wake up faster, which makes her dislike sugar even more, because the struggle before eating sugar is too difficult.

"...Huh?" Christine was a little stunned.

Why is this Countess different from what she imagined?She almost began to wonder again if she had gone the wrong way.

The noble ladies in my impression are all well-dressed and exquisitely made-up. They are almost synonymous with lofty, proud and reserved.

Haven't heard of Countess yet...going to work for an architectural firm?He also asked her if she ate candy, and she was very careless in her words and actions.

This made her couldn't help but think of her lover who had broken up with her.

He has two younger sisters, but both of his younger sisters are actually arrogant noble ladies who have a kind of contempt for her.

Elena looked at Christine and kept looking at the candy wrapper in her hand, mistakenly thinking that she liked candy as much as the Earl.

She touched her pocket again, took out a delicate candy with beautiful patterns, and handed it to Christine, "Eat a candy first. Don't worry, I don't think Eric is so free, and he won't be in the future." So much trouble for you...we're running out of projects."

"Ah, okay," Christine subconsciously thanked, and then put the candy in her carry-on bag.

She took a few more sips of tea, and while listening to Elena's complaints, she almost forgot why she came here.

She sighed, "Speaking of which, Eric, do you remember who was the engineering supervisor who made an appointment with us before? I wish you wouldn't be too difficult..."

Eric said a name, and she sighed.

"Fortunately, I have dealt with him before," Elena said, "I am still worried about whether the structure of that piece will offend him. This guy doesn't like anything except fashion trends at all." .”

"I think it can be replaced," Eric argued. "You know this is a false proposition! It's better to spend time on this area than to divert your energy to other places. The most stupid people would not do that—"

"This is the core of the building!" Elena argued with the Phantom without realizing it.

The two suddenly and inappropriately started to quarrel, quarreled evenly with each other, and finally began to attack each other with vicious language, including but not limited to calling each other "fools" and "brainless idiots".

After arguing and arguing, they got up quite consciously and went out to continue the debate near the stairs on the third floor. Elena seemed to shout something downstairs, and got a response from the landlady, and continued Quarrel.

On the other hand, Christine looked at the scene in front of her and was stunned. She felt that this was enough to subvert her previous stereotype of Phantom.

And subvert the perception of Elena just now.

I thought she was a gentle, considerate, and hard-working noble lady, but I didn't expect...

Christine couldn't help thinking about it, there shouldn't be a rope in Phantom's hand, right?

After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that I was thinking blindly, Mr. Detective is nearby, and he won't do anything.

Oh, yes, the simple clothes he is wearing today seem to be unable to hide the rope.

"Don't worry," Watson reassured her, "They do this every time."

He couldn't help explaining a few more words, "Two geniuses who are good at architecture always have a bit of friction in their field of expertise... Oh, Mrs. Hudson!"

Looking at the food served by Mrs. Hudson, Watson said pleasantly, "There is bread and butter today! I really can't love this anymore. As a breakfast, it is really rich!"

"It's not for you, Dr. Watson," said Mrs. Hudson helplessly. "Your ones are downstairs, same bread and butter."

She pushed the plate and looked at the helpless Christine, "Please use it. Elena said that you probably came to Baker Street without breakfast, so she asked me to bring an extra serving."

"Isn't this embarrassing..." Christine felt a bit of pressing, but she felt that she had brought trouble to the landlady, so she pushed it a few times but did not push it away.

Besides, it happened that she was really hungry, so she didn't refuse and accepted the kindness.

As for the two people upstairs, you are "outdated, completely outdated", and I am an "unrealistic delusion". Around this topic, they quarreled for more than 10 minutes without even breathing in the middle.

Then the two talked, as if they had suddenly found a balance point, nodded to each other, went to the living room on the second floor and sat down.

At this time, Holmes seemed to have found the information he wanted, and couldn't help cheering up.

He left the letter behind and said to Christine, "I already have a rough idea of ​​the situation, don't worry. I need your current temporary address, and now you can let go of your exhaustion and go back to have a good sleep. As for others Yes, if there is an unexpected situation, you can send me a telegram at any time, or come here to find me."

Christine nodded, and confidently planned to leave with her bag.

Seeing that she was still so easy to deceive, Eric also sighed.He reported an address to Christine's back.

"I live there temporarily," he said. "If you need anything, you can find me there or at the architectural office."

Christine didn't turn her head, but just waved with her back to a few people.

After the matter came to an end, Elena and Eric got up and left, went upstairs to sort out the things they needed to take to the office, and boarded the carriage to the office.

Holmes quickly put on his coat, called Watson, and planned to investigate right away.

"It won't take a day," Holmes said happily. "We will be able to catch this anonymous threat later."

He walked to the door, but before he could get his cane, he was stopped by the count who rushed out of the carriage.

"Holmes," the count stretched out his hand and handed him a cane first. "Is this your cane?"

Holmes shook his head, and casually put the cane on the shelf over his shoulder, "This one is mine."

"Doctor Watson?" The count looked at Watson behind him, "Is it yours?"

But the height is not right.

Watson raised his cane embarrassingly, "This is mine, Your Excellency the Earl."

"Whose is that?" the count asked confusedly, "and it's not mine either. My coachman seems to be taken aback by him for some reason."

He sighed, "I don't understand him."

Holmes pondered for a moment, then replied, "Probably, it belongs to my brother."

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