Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The person in front of him showed a strange expression.

"Otherwise?" He said frivolously, "I don't think it is a bad behavior to bully others. Bullying others depends on confidence."

As the leader, his family background is undoubtedly the most powerful among the people present. His father is the owner of the mine. Whether it is a gold mine in South America or a local iron mine, he can speak clearly and logically.

But little Zacharia didn't take a fancy to Irene Adler, who was quite common in theaters, but instead took a lot of interest in this strange lady.

Red hair, brown eyes, looks delicate and beautiful, like the beauty in the painting walked down.The clothes are simple and plain, and it seems that he is not from a famous family.

Friends with Miss Adler—maybe it's a not-so-famous diva.

It was a godsend.He is not short of money, isn't it easy to support someone?

Relying on his own father sitting below, the leader also let go of his hands and feet and became bold.

"Miss," he showed an ambiguous smile, "You want to save the hero, don't you? Stay with me for one night, and then I let him go."

Do nothing else, go see the stars and talk about your ideals in life.

He recalled the steps he had seen in the book to strike up a conversation, walked up to Elena, and stretched out his hand to try to lift her chin.

Elena slapped his hand away, crisply, even with a crisp sound.

But he wasn't angry.Little chili, is it normal to be a little spicy? Otherwise, how could he be attracted to it?

What's more, when she was angry, she also had a special flavor.

The person in the lead laughed with confidence.

"I don't mean any harm," he turned to touch Elena's retracted hand, and stared sincerely into Elena's eyes, "I just want to chat with you about life and philosophy. Do you know Socrates? Let us Return to the truth and get along with each other for a longer time, won't you?"

"I am afraid it will not go your way," continued Holmes, "little Mr. Zacharias."

Then he was kicked by the person next to him, pretended to fall, and fell to the ground.

"It hurts so much—" he murmured, and then winked quietly at Elena when he cried out in pain.

And Elena bent her lips, thought for a few seconds, and then blinked hard at him.

The two laughed at the same time.

The leader thought that Elena was smiling at him.

He slowly put down his raised hand, and his voice softened a bit, "It's not your turn to speak yet, meddling Holmes, show me some sense, and don't interfere with my first meeting with this young lady."

Not noticing Holmes's eyes peeking through his disheveled hair as he fell to the ground, his attention turned back to Elena.

"Cruel as it is—but I fell in love with you at first sight, miss," he said. "Let's go to the highest point to see the moon at night. I know a place that's especially rare. And you don't have to worry about this fellow. Not only does he like to meddle in other people's family affairs, he also has no special skills."

Then facing Elena, he began to search for Holmes' black material from his memory.

"He receives widows in the middle of the night, and several of them are very rich," the leader of the rich family vowed, "It's really a bad habit, isn't it?"

Elena kept smiling noncommittally.In fact, she was at the side during the reception, helping to serve tea, and some even warmly invited her to sketch in their manor.

To put it in a more succinct way, they are actually a group of widowed, rich, and mature sisters who share the same interests as her. They have a wide social circle and a wide network of contacts. For some reason, they take care of her everywhere. It can be said that they are very easy to get along with.

Also ignoring Holmes' increasingly dangerous gaze, the leader who thought he had successfully driven Holmes away from Elena's heart stretched out his hand to Elena affectionately.

Then he touched Elena's hand smoothly.

It was a bit strangely cold, but when he met Elena's brown eyes that seemed to be filled with honey, he lost his mind as if he had taken a drug.

He took her hand and moved it up to his chest.

"Listen, it's the sound of a heartbeat," he said, "do you feel it?"

It was beating for her, a fiery heart.

"No," Elena kept smiling, "Sir, you are very strange, does your father know?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Miss, I'm at a loss. Wait, we're talking to each other, why did you mention my father?" the leader asked confusedly.

Then he looked at the distance between Elena and him, and found that something seemed wrong.

His dull brain finally started working again, he thought for a while, and finally figured out what was wrong.

Why are things in your hands so cold?And it doesn't look like a hand either.

He turned his jaw-dropping gaze downwards, and looked at the long T-square that had been pulled out of his hand.

Then he looked at Elena who was still standing not far away in the pocket, smiling at him.

what's the situation?What's this?

"Ah, you seem to be a little immersed in your own imagination, sir," Elena spread her hands, "As for why you mentioned your father—"

She stepped aside, and behind the young lady he fell in love with at first sight, she showed a familiar face, "Jessler, what did you do?" His father asked angrily, "What the hell did you do? I told you You are at a critical juncture recently, you are doing things with your tail between your legs, and you did such a thing? You are not afraid that I will be angry, are you? "

He took the time to apologize to Elena again, "I'm really sorry, miss, the child is not very sensible..."

"How old are you? I still don't understand." Elena looked at his father, "Mr. Zakaria, the child should be taught well."

She said this very bluntly, but when encountering such a thing, Zakaria, who has always been mellow, could only apologize.

"You're right, you're right," his father complimented hastily, "I didn't teach you well when I was young, and now I'm getting more and more noisy when I grow up. I'm used to it. Don't be angry, not everyone is like you Capable and talented, he is only a child, and has no experience—”

While talking, he gave the leader a vicious look, and he was going to hold him down and beat him up when he went back!What kind of troublemaker is this!A good deal is almost done, and they come to intervene again.

Can't he use his brain before doing things?Don't even ask who is behind this Sherlock Holmes?

He thought it was Sherlock Holmes, a passer-by all over the street, anyone could kick him?

Such a unique detective, who lives next door, isn't that famous?There is only one Miss Molson who ran away from home and rebelled, but controlled a lot of family affairs!

Looking at Miss Molson, who is outstanding, self-disciplined, and even obsessed with work, and has brought a lot of benefits to the family, and then looking at his son, Mr. Zakaria simply wants to shake his son's mind.

As long as he is like this, he still wants to talk about true love with Miss Molson?Then Earl Molson must not chase him all the way from the westernmost part of the British Isle to the African Colonial Area!

As for the leader and his fellow children from the rich family, they were collectively stunned.

And someone secretly glanced at an inconspicuous corner, grabbed something and slipped out of the team.

Holmes squinted his eyes for a while, and after receiving Watson's signal, he naturally stood up from the ground.

He patted his clothes for a while, then walked to the only inner door, "I still have something to do here, Miss Elena, see you later."

Then before turning around, he raised his eyebrows meaningfully at the leader.

The leader received the provocative signal and silently clenched his fists.

But before he could get angry, he heard Elena's light words.

"It's okay, I don't think hitting people is a good way to educate children." Elena touched the T-square she didn't know when she took it back, "I have a better idea."

She brought out her usual gentleness, "What better choice than letting him be the supervisor of this transaction?"

"Ah, this is not good," Mr. Da Zakaria repeatedly refused, "This kid in my family can eat, drink and gamble, but as for other things, he is really useless."

It's not that he is exaggerating, in fact, eating, drinking and gambling are not allowed.A person who doesn't know anything at all.

"It's okay," Elena slightly bent her lips.

Under the terrified eyes of Mr. Zakaria Jr., she said slowly, "Young people, you always have to hone your skills."

Checking things is not hard work, but I am a little tired, have to run around a little, and work a little overtime.

Elena thinks this idea is very good.

If the son of the head of the family is asked to come over as a supervisor, I am afraid that those who cheat and pretend to be inferior will not dare to do anything.

Who dares to do anything to the next heir?What's more, if he is still such a guy, if he goes back and complains, it will be miserable.Still have to do things honestly?

Mr. Da Zakaria nodded in agreement, deeply approving.

Then I happily concluded this contract.

I was halfway through talking about related matters before, and was called up by the benefactor behind me. Fortunately, nothing happened.Mr. Da Zakaria thought, selling his son to do coolie work, can it be considered a sale?Of course not!

Besides, he thought very optimistically that his son really needs a little tempering.Miss Molson was quite right.

Seeing that none of them objected, Elena nodded.

"Then I'll see you in a few days," she said, and suddenly she couldn't help laughing in the middle of the walk.

"What's the matter?" Miss Adler who ran for her asked a little puzzled.

She didn't see what was funny.

"Wait here for me, I forgot to say something," Elena said to Miss Adler, "I'm sorry, Erin."

Adler shook his head helplessly, "Go."

So Elena turned around again and walked towards the little Mr. Zacharia who was struggling and unwilling to go.

"Come back to ask you a question, please be sure to answer me. How does it feel to work in the backstage?" She winked at the little Mr. Zakaria and asked with a smile.

Ignoring his father's desperate winks, Mr. Zakaria Jr. said sincerely: "Regret, it is very regrettable."

He felt that he had never regretted it so much before, "Is it too late to regret it now?"

All the good guys around him ran away when his father appeared, and now only his father kept nagging, trying to educate him.

And the father promised that he would go back and report to the parents of other good guys in a while.

...looks worse.

Elena slightly brushed her hair that covered her eyes a little.

"No," she said bluntly, "you have already beaten someone, I'm afraid time can't be turned back, and there is no chance to go back on your word."

Leaving Zakaria and his son in a daze, Elena trotted towards Miss Adler.

The two held hands, laughed and left.

And Zakaria and his son stared wide-eyed for a while before realizing what Elena was talking about.

"So, she..." Mr. Zachariah murmured, "The backstage she is talking about is not her own backstage, but that meddling backstage?"

Mr. Da Zakaria slapped his son on the shoulder.

He didn't know why the day after tomorrow was not backstage, and asked in a vicious voice, "What are you talking about?"

Little Mr. Zakaria looked at his ignorant father and his face collapsed.

"I mean, the person I just hit," he replied aggrievedly, "seems to have a big backer like Miss Molson!"

Mr. Da Zakaria was looking at the pocket watch in his hand, but when he heard this sentence, his hands trembled in fright and the watch dropped.

"Food can be messed up—no, you can't eat messy food, and you can't talk nonsense." He ignored the watch that fell on the ground and was wandering around, and his face sank, "Are you sure?"

"Really," said Mr. Zakaria Jr. dejectedly, "I think she is venting her anger on that detective."

The next morning, the dessert shop.

"What? Are you sure?" The count slapped the table and laughed wildly, "What kind of joke are you joking about? Even if there is pie in the sky, there is no way for the two of them to germinate the flame of love."

He said with great certainty, "Even if I don't know my daughter anymore, I still know that the only male companion in her heart is Architecture."

This is why he chose a blind date at that time, and deliberately chose a South American officer.

It doesn't matter if you go fast and don't have much money. Even if your daughter wants to return to the industry after marriage, there will be no hindrance at all.

When she was a child, the count once asked Elena what kind of husband she wanted to find in the future.

At that time, Elena, who was a small group, was standing on a low bench, tiptoeing to glue the last piece of wood for the model, and ignored him.

"Speak," the earl urged aggressively, "you can choose from all the outstanding young talents in Britain, and my father is amazing! It's absolutely possible!"

Under his relentless harassment, Elena finally finished the model and cast a glance at him.

"It has to be very powerful, it has to be very different," she replied, "You will grow old with me forever, day and night."

Then he glanced admiringly at the wooden house he built, and the stack of drawings and materials beside it.

"Look," Elena reached for the things on the side with some difficulty, and then handed them to the count, "I think these things fit my idea."

Not to mention, little Sherlock Holmes looks like the kind of person who loves unintentionally.

While the earl was laughing wildly, Mycroft beside him, who was slowly eating dessert, showed a thoughtful expression.

He didn't think it was a hoax.

Mr. Da Zakaria, who was opposite the earl, had a sincere face, "I'm serious, Your Excellency Earl Molson."

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Last night, I saw two people kissing with my own eyes."

The author has something to say: Earl: Hahahahahahaha I don't believe it! ㄐΦall ground rolling)

It has been found that Chapter 66, do you think the two have kissed? / The building materials screened by the dog-headed Brutt and the building materials of this Zhaka family are not the same building materials. Don’t misunderstand that this is a discussion after the candidate is confirmed. The assistant will discuss the contract with the person below. out to make trouble.

感谢在2020-10-0423:58:28~2020-10-0600:37:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottle of Qianluo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!