Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The Count froze.

"Your brother? Big Mr. Holmes?" he repeated, feeling a little disbelieving.

"Look here," Sherlock motioned, turning his cane around, revealing a section of silver-white metal ring, "writing his initials, MH. This is indeed his cane."

The earl nodded dubiously, but did not move away.

He thought about it seriously for a long time, but he didn't think that Mycroft was the kind of person who would do such a thing. This gentleman working in the government department seemed strict and self-disciplined, and he didn't look like a careless person like himself at all.

"Did you make a mistake," the count asked, and moved, blocking the door more tightly, "I don't think your brother will..."

Perhaps Sherlock was mistaken.

Sherlock looked at his watch, and then interrupted him directly, "Wait a minute, Earl Molson."

He simply reached out and patted the earl on the shoulder, motioning the earl to look over there.

The count looked over there for some unknown reason, but he saw nothing except the empty streets.

The cold wind swirled towards him, carrying some dust and broken leaves, which made him sneeze uncontrollably.

He took out a handkerchief from his bag, and looked back at Sherlock blankly.

Sherlock pointed in that direction seriously again.

The count took a closer look and found that there was indeed nothing.

He turned sideways, adjusted to a more comfortable position near the door, and opened his mouth: "Little Mr. Holmes..."

At this moment, Sherlock pushed aside the earl who was blocking the door, took the opportunity to squeeze out, and hurriedly waved his hand to stop the taxi.

The coachman of the rented carriage pulled the reins and stopped the carriage hastily, then Sherlock lifted the curtain of the carriage door and got in directly.

Behind him followed Watson, who also didn't know where he was, but followed Sherlock with the same agility and non-stop pace.

By the time the count realized it, the two had successfully boarded the carriage, and the carriage started to move.

He stretched out his hand to stop it, but he didn't know how to stop it.

Not allowed to go?I'll be gone...

Too bad, he didn't know how to threaten them both.

The count looked at the carriage going away, and couldn't help but look around.

There was nothing around him, and it seemed that no other person had appeared. The Earl's blank expression matched the bleak scene around him, which was a bit funny.

After carefully observing that there was really no one around, the count kicked away the stone in front of him as if venting, "These two people are really..." It became more and more strange.

Were they trying to get his attention?

Simply incomprehensible!

The earl muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, and got back into his private carriage.

He raised his hand and tapped on the roof of the carriage, but there was no response.

count:?

Maybe I didn't knock loud enough.

The count looked around, touched the cane, and tapped it hard. The vibration was very obvious. The count himself felt that the carriage wall was vibrating constantly, but there was still no response.

The count tried to dig the corners with his cane, but there was still no response.He frowned and pulled up the curtain, only to find that he was still at the gate of Baker Street.

problem occurs?

The count lifted the curtain, intending to see what happened, but found that the window was covered with newspapers.

He had no choice but to get out of the car thinking he was unlucky, raised his legs and got out of the car, and took the cane with him.

Then he bumped into Mycroft who was also holding a cane.

He still seemed to have the same lazy look from the last time he came, wearing formal clothes, not much has changed.

…except that his men pinned his coachman to the ground and remained motionless.

Even if the count is dull, he knows what happened.Eighty percent of the time, there was something wrong with this guy and he was detained.

He handed the cane back to Mycroft. "What happened to him?"

"He once seduced Miss Molson when he was a child," Mycroft said lightly, "but of course, it was not successful, but it seems that he and his behind-the-scenes messengers all felt that it was successful. Self-righteous, I am afraid that the biggest human being mistake."

The count looked at the coachman who was lying on the ground, whimpering in pain and begging him for help, but became surprisingly angry.

He took two steps in that direction expressionlessly, and squatted down.

"I, my lord, I can't help it," wailed the coachman, "I was threatened by him..."

The count laughed, approached his ear, and snorted.

"I know. You think it's okay to offend me, but you'll be unlucky if you offend Moriarty, don't you?" He said softly, "You think I'm a soft-hearted person who would rather offend me than Offend Moriarty. You acted for him, betrayed me, your current master, and your future master."

"I was forced...I didn't do it voluntarily," the coachman struggled to defend, "I thought about not doing it, but he threatened me with my family..."

He tried to sit up, but the count stood up straight away.

"I don't need your words," said the count dryly. "Your family are human beings, but my daughter is not?"

He raised his leg, kicked the coachman on the ground roughly, and crushed him hard.

The coachman's hands were tied behind his back, and he struggled desperately to the side, but it was obviously in vain.

He watched helplessly as the count's shoes gradually enlarged, and then received this not-so-light blow.

"I'm just..." The coachman curled up and cried out in pain, "You understand me..."

"I won't," replied the count, "you are wrong. I don't understand you, and you hide it when you could tell me. Why do you think I'm going to forgive you here? Don't you know, since Evie Te—after your mistress is gone, is my only daughter the most important person to me?"

He looked indifferently at the people on the ground who kept pleading, justifying, and regretting to him, as if he was looking at something that once had feelings, and then smashed it severely, "Don't worry, your wife and children, I'll still take good care of you, I've always been a gentle man. They'll make you a shame."

After saying this, the count walked up to Mycroft and handed him his cane.

"What do you want to do with him?" Mycroft asked, taking back his cane.

He shook the notebook in the other hand, and motioned the earl to look behind, "Take it back by yourself, or should we handle it?"

The count took a quick look and found that the butler was running in this direction.

The butler was originally going to take care of some things on his behalf today, but now that he hurried over, he must be very tired.

"It's up to you," the count shook his head, "Anyway, what I want to say has already been said."

He glanced at the people on the ground, "Anyway, you will treat him well. I'll go first."

"Wait," asked Mycroft, "don't you wonder why he's afraid?"

He smiled unpredictablely, "Maybe you can guess."

The count turned to look at him, "There is a prize quiz?"

He spread his hands, "My lord, you know I'm busy."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow.

"If you guess right, I'll tell you something," he said mysteriously.

This piqued the earl's interest.

"You intended to frighten him with the cane?" asked the count. "He has seen you, or the cane."

Mycroft applauded.

"You got it right," he said.

"Then what are you going to tell me?" asked the Count.

The butler behind him also frowned.

"Oh, it's not a big deal," replied Mycroft. "Is it Miss Molson's birthday?"

He smiled and said, "You should forget about it? It's better to order the cake in advance, isn't it?"

Seeing the earl really shocked, Mycroft laughed loudly, he waved his cane naturally, and walked towards the carriage behind, "You have to thank me—"

For example, treat your guests to dessert next time.

Then inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the wear marks on the cane.

There also seemed to be a white strip of wear, and it seemed that a lot of the paint on that piece had also fallen off.

Mycroft paused.

Reminiscent of the weird noises in the car before, "Molson! Did you do it?"

The count shrank his neck subconsciously.

"Ah, this, this," he said awkwardly, "...well, it's me."

Then he thought for a while, and regained his composure.

"I just tested the quality for you," the earl replied rather stiffly, "Look, the quality is average, and you can get a new one now."

Seeing Mycroft, who seemed to be bursting into anger, the butler next to him coughed and coughed indistinctly, and only reminded the earl to find a place to hide first.

Fortunately, Mycroft still had a little reason, he pretended not to care, rubbed his stick again, and left.

The Earl, on the other hand, got into the carriage very guilty and hastily, intending to go to the branch office of his new architectural firm in London recently, and take a look at the work and the like.

Pushing open the wooden door of the office, he was shocked to see the same empty people inside.

"At this point," the count asked in disbelief, "are they going to eat?"

This is not the point to eat!

The butler squatted down and picked up a note that fell on the ground.

"I'm afraid not," he replied, and handed the note to the count.

"I went to help Miss Elena's office," the count asked even more incredulously, "Are they crazy?"

does it worth? ?

Of course it's worth it, after all, Irene's side is probably the busiest right now, especially after she pays high overtime pay, everything seems unimportant.

When Elena walked into the office, everyone was shocked.

Almost every time she appears, it basically means that the next step is to work overtime all the way. No one wants to try to stay up six days and nights seven days a week, and draw a plan all night the rest of the day.

But...the employees of the branch looked at the drawings in their hands, and then thought about the price that Elena offered.

I'm sorry, Earl, it's not that we are not strong, it's that the price given by the lady is too high!

He was drawing pictures while weeping, thinking how difficult it was for him to grab this opportunity in front of so many people.

Then a handkerchief was stuffed by Little Brutt.

"What's the matter?" Little Brut asked with concern, "Are you too tired?"

"No," replied the branch employee, "I just..."

He thought about his salary again with tears in his eyes, and felt that it was worth it, "I admire Miss Molson so much!"

Giving so much overtime pay is simply an angel descending from the world!

Little Brut was baffled.

He looked at the boss who was still seriously discussing with Eric, and finalized the greening and plan. It seemed that there was no difference?

The posture he came in today is not right?

But... there are so many people here.His position should not be replaced, right?

Thinking of this, Little Brut couldn't help but glanced in Elena's direction.

Eric didn't know what he said, which made her laugh.

Probably not, Little Brutt thought a little uncertainly, apart from bad drawing, he should have no other problems?

And Elena over there laughed amusedly.

She said something back to Eric, and called out in Brutt's direction, "Come here, Brutt."

Little Brut was even more at a loss.

Wouldn't it be true that he should be removed from the ranks of employees?So is he going or not?

I really don't want to go.But isn't it bad not to go?The Countess called him and had to go.

"What's the matter, Miss Molson?" He walked over and asked respectfully.

"That's right," Elena said with a smile, "I heard that you know many people, is that true?"

She laughed so hard that little Brutt shuddered.

"Ah, this," Little Brutt said bravely, "it's true."

In fact, not only does he know a lot of people, he actually has a lot of contact with everyone. The natural attack power of this face is too weak, and it is especially easy to lower the vigilance of others.

"Then I'll leave it to you," Elena handed a stack of documents to little Brutt.

"Here are some of the remaining building material companies after we have synthesized the existing information," she said. "They are all good, but our structure this time has relatively high requirements for materials. Please. You go ask."

Little Brutt breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he wasn't going to punish him for being late today.

"You can go now," Elena said.

She motioned to little Brutt to leave.

Little Brut nodded subconsciously, then returned to his position with both hands and feet, took his things, and left.

It turned out to be a shift change instead of dismissal?He couldn't help but wonder, is this a sign of being reused?

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to ask him to investigate," Eric said coldly. "You know there are more ways."

He just mentioned it a little bit, and then Elena told him that he has someone who is more suitable to measure the answer to this question.

Elena waved her hand.

"To keep him from thinking wildly," she said, "I don't want to keep him from working in the office. Let's run errands now, and it will get better and better in the future."

Eric said bluntly, "He has no talent for design."

From Eric's point of view, the entire firm can barely be considered a bit talented, and I am afraid that only Elena is the only one.

Elena shook her head.

"No," she said, "he's not working hard enough to fight for talent, and neither do I."

Thinking of her future, she sighed softly, "There is still a long way to go."

After a long day of work, it's getting dark outside.

"It's off work," Elena got up and said, "It's been a busy day, thank you everyone, I asked someone to buy some food, and everyone will take some back home. You're welcome, everyone has it."

Cheers erupted in the office.

Everyone started to organize things in a hurry, and then confirmed that the work in hand was saved, or ended where it should end, and then got up and went to the table near the door to get their own dessert.

Elena stretched her waist, which had been nestled in the chair for a long time, and bid farewell to those who had left.

When there was no one in the office, she picked up her bag with one hand, checked that nothing was left in her bag, and then planned to leave.

Eric came over, "I happen to have other things today."

The subtext is "I missed work just one night".

Elena nodded.

"What a coincidence, I also have an appointment," she said with a smile, "Someone asked me to go to the theater tonight, how about you? Are you worried about Miss Christine?"

Eric nodded silently.

He waved to Elena and left.

Elena shook her head, said to herself, "Emotions are really troublesome", got into the carriage, and went to the Royal Theater.

She is usually not particularly interested in this kind of thing, but it is another matter if Irene Adler invited her to visit the stage design backstage.

She leaned on the carriage and closed her eyes to rest, but couldn't help but think about some things that she didn't pay attention to before.

For example, do you want to buy a snack when you go back today, and then take something to see your father.

Then Elena remembered that there seemed to be a cake shop next to it, which seemed to be run by the Giles family.

"Stop," she yelled, tapping on the top, "I'm going to do some shopping."

On the other side, the earl stayed in the cake shop's room with a sad face.

He looked at the butler, "I don't think I have the talent for desserts, what do you think?"

The housekeeper patted the black powder off his hand without changing his expression.

"I suppose so am I, my lord," he answered.

Frowning and sighing, the two faced a pile of discarded baking ingredients.

No, the only one who sighed was the earl, the housekeeper had already begun to tidy up the house spontaneously.

Watching him skillfully scrubbing the kitchen utensils and oven, the Earl sighed again.

"I think I can give up making desserts for Elena," he complained, "What Giles said is not right at all, what is 'extra simple'? I think he is lying to me, he must be lying to me, Drawing a picture is much easier than this."

The butler laughed.

“Maybe it’s like my dad was better at uncorking bottles than serving plates,” he said. “It’s just different things?”

The count nodded thoughtfully.

"Maybe," he said dejectedly.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Molson? Are you there?" asked Giles from outside the door. "I smell burnt. Are you all right?"

"Clean up soon," the count replied, opening the door, "don't worry about me."

Then he crossed the curtain and saw Elena standing at the door.

He looked at the circle of yellow and white flour mixed with himself, and the cloth apron.

Damn, why is Elena here?

The count hastily pulled Giles in.

"Do you have a small door here?" asked the count softly.

Giles shook his head honestly.

"Would you design a secret door for a one-story bakery next to the street?" he asked rhetorically.

The count covered his head in despair.

No, he can still wait for Elena to leave!

"Then I'll wait until my daughter is gone," the count said. "By the way, I'm going to order a cake for her."

Giles was overjoyed, "Really?"

He eagerly hugged his old friend, "I recently designed a new cake, which is especially suitable for young ladies today and satisfies their romantic fantasies. I will show you later."

As he walked, he still didn't forget to shout, "You must wait for me!"

This abnormality obviously caught Elena's attention. After a few glances, she saw the earl sitting in Giles's back kitchen.

She probably came to buy desserts. She didn't care. She ordered a few desserts for the earl and picked them up later. She chose a few more to bring to Irene Adler, and then left.

Irene Adler was sitting in front of the dressing table to put on makeup, but when she saw her coming, she finished the last few strokes and stood up happily.

"It just so happened that I didn't come here for the time being," she said, "I'll show you around first. The customers who frequent some places probably haven't been there before, and only a few theater personnel and actors can go there."

Elena shook her head, "Then I'm not suitable for the past?"

Irene Adler smiled, and the flickering candlelight highlighted her extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

"I've talked to the manager and greeted everyone," she said with a smile, "Don't worry."

"This is the small kitchen, where the actors' dinners are prepared," Miss Adler introduced. "The large kitchen next to it is used to supply meals to the front. You know, the restaurant in the theater has always been good."

Elena nodded silently.

"This is the bathroom, the preparation room, the lounge, the darkroom—"

Elena nodded knowingly.

The general structure is not too big as she imagined, and the inner cloth structure is not complicated.

The two walked around the entire theater, and then went up to the highest viewing platform.

Miss Adler pushed open the door with a smile, "This is always the best viewing spot, I come here occasionally to sit and sit. The view overlooking London—"

She got stuck in the middle of her sentence.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, several people turned their heads.

In front of him were a few young men from rich families, all of them were rather muscular young men. Some of them restrained Holmes, while the others opened a bottle of wine and walked towards Holmes with a smile.

The leader tugged on Holmes by the collar, still talking, "You have a bit of guts, nosy Holmes?"

Holmes was not very nervous, and even a little relaxed.

But when he saw the two suddenly appear, he showed a little surprise quite rarely.

"Who are you?" The leader threw away Holmes violently, straightened up and looked at the two of them, "I'm dealing with private matters here, is there any problem? If there is no problem, get out early."

He announced his own name and the names of his parents quite arrogantly.

Elena was a little surprised looking at Holmes who seemed to have been beaten up.

He looked rather embarrassed, but the feeling of being natural and confident was still there, and he didn't seem to be affected. Most likely, this scene was planned by him to attract the suspect, but he didn't seem to expect that she would suddenly see this scene .

As for the name of his parents that he gave...

Elena laughed, but it was interesting.Isn't it interesting, this elder was trying to write a letter to please her a few days ago, so as to win the position of building material supplier this time.

Elena laughed.She tossed the keys in her hand, exchanged glances with Miss Adler next to her, and came up with a bold and out-of-the-ordinary idea.

"What? You want to bully others?" she asked.