Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

"It's fine," the count said with a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he began to complain, "Tell me about this little Sherlock Holmes, why didn't you know to use other methods? It's outrageous to run away with you!"

Can't he be flexible?

"Like what?" a voice asked in due course.

The count then answered in passing.

"For example, what to use directly—" he said without thinking.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the person in question standing in front of him, followed by the rascal words "Shout loudly to wake up the gatekeeper, or howl at the stairs so that people upstairs come down" stuck in his throat.

"...wait there with your patience and perseverance," he turned his head and said to Elena earnestly, "Don't be so hasty, and keep your ladylike image perfectly."

The count didn't notice that the people around him were laughing, so he added something specially.

"The main thing is not to go out at night," he said heavily, "it will save you a lot of trouble."

Elena nodded with a suppressed smile.

"Father, you are quite right," she went on, "you look very experienced, so you must seldom go out at night?"

The Earl coughed in disguise.

"Of course," he said awkwardly, "I never go out at night."

Elena raised her eyebrows.

"That's great," she said, "I still have some shortcomings in this project-you know, it's my first time doing this kind of large-scale design alone, and I'm a little inexperienced. If you would like to come here and guide us, father, That couldn't be better."

Eric next to her nodded too.

The two of them stared at the count in unison, which almost made him sweat a little on his back.

"This...isn't that good," the count stammered, "I have to go back in the middle of the night..."

He doesn't want to work overtime!Not at all!

"It's okay, you can sleep in the living room," Elena said with a smile, "I also reserved a room as a guest room. Previously, Little Brutt and Eric lived in the attic, and there is also a small place there You can sleep."

Although I just said that I can sleep, I actually made plans all night.

The count shuddered.

"Oh, that," he said, "is against my decency."

Speaking of this, the count regained his spirits.

He criticized Elena, "You should live like a nobleman! How can you stay up late? Look at you, you don't look well."

Elena shook her head.

"It's you who said that you have to be passionate about your work and persevere in order to reach the peak," she quoted the earl's previous words about educating the countess, "I'm just doing things according to this."

The Count trembled his lips, and could not continue.

He did say... Wasn't it just to be lazy at that time!

In order to dump all the work on Elena, it was made up.

I almost believed it myself.Fortunately, I didn't believe it.

At this moment, Giles placed a plate of dessert on the table, "Please use it slowly."

The count finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a piece of dessert and planned to have a rest.

Then on the way, he remembered that he said he didn't like desserts at all, and the dessert in his hand suddenly turned around, and it was stuffed into the hand of Sherlock who was chatting with his brother.

Sherlock looked up in confusion, "What?"

He was holding a biscuit filled with strawberries, and he obviously didn't react. When he looked this way, he was a bit dazed.

Elena bent the corners of her lips amusedly.

He looked a bit like a cat whose paw had been touched suddenly.

The earl quickly found an excuse in his mind.

"You're too thin," he said seriously, "eat more."

This time is enough for Sherlock to finish thinking about the incident.

He smiled and waved the biscuit in his hand to the earl, then ate the biscuit in one bite, and continued to chat with Mycroft next to him.

The earl was heartbroken thinking about why he was so unlucky today.

He sighed and went to the front to check out.

Elena sighed on the deck.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Holmes," she said to Mycroft. "If it were not for you, I am afraid I should not be a registered member of the Architectural Institute."

She only found out this morning that handing over those things brought not only the project, but also an invitation from the architectural association.

The count is absolutely not so careful, at most he helps Elena stand out when others oppose her face to face, not to mention he always seems to think that Elena can settle all the construction matters.

After thinking about it, it is estimated that Mr. Holmes is the only one who is busy with this.

Mycroft raised his cup of tea and gestured slightly to her.

"Don't say that, Miss Molson," he said very politely, "I always thought you were a very talented person, but I just gave you a little push. What's more, even without my recommendation, it would be later and earlier things."

"Anyway, thank you very much, Mr. Holmes," Elena said seriously, "you gave me an admission ticket."

Becoming a registered member means that she has been accepted by the Architectural Association, and there will be less resistance no matter whether there is a disagreement or not.

If she questions her identity as an architect in the future, I am afraid that she will have to question the recognition of the Architectural Association first.

In this way, the pressure on her will be less.

Big Mr. Holmes waved his hand.

"I don't ever think I'm wrong," he said leisurely. "You're well worth it, Miss Molson, and I'm here waiting to hear from you."

Elena nodded, and Eric beside her squinted at Mycroft.

After walking out of the dessert shop, Eric abruptly stopped Elena to say goodbye to her.

"I had an idea," he said, "I wondered if it would fit..."

"What?" Elena asked a little puzzled.

She was a little confused.

"The design competition is held every few years," Eric reminded her. "Now that you have joined the Architectural Association, you can naturally participate."

He then laughed at himself, "I know better than you, an Englishman."

"Ah, thank you so much, Eric," Elena said, "I almost forgot if you didn't remind me."

She nodded, "Then let's send our drawings to the competition by the way. Ah, wouldn't that be too good?"

Elena also realized what Eric was struggling with.

They are drawings that have already been formed and will be produced directly. Compared with those fledgling architects, they may be too mature.

If you don’t get an award, I’m afraid the construction won’t be particularly smooth this time, and maybe the public will respond to the government…

Then their pressure may not be just a little bit.

Elena scratched her fluffy and soft hair.

"Send!" she said with certainty.

She doesn't think her drawings are not good enough, nor does she feel that she is bad.

If so, why worry?Anyway, she didn't want to miss this event.

"Then in France..." Eric pursed his lips.

He hesitated for a moment, but said, "I know that the architectural association there is also holding a design competition recently."

"But are you a member of the association?" Elena looked at Eric.

Eric nodded.

"Yes," he said a little uncomfortably, "we can ask Christine to take it there when I go back. She used to help me deliver manuscripts there when I was a child."

Elena glanced at him a little surprised.

"Thank you then," she said with a smile.

Three months later.

After a busy three months, Elena finally got some respite.

She has been following the construction workers to the site for the past few days, and now that what she needs to do is temporarily over, she can lie down in her own room for a while.

But it was a bit boring for her to stay alone on the third floor.

So, Elena went down to the second floor with her clothes on, and found a chair to lean on familiarly.

"It's boring—" someone complained next to her. "The reduction of criminals makes experts have nothing to do. Although I know this is inevitable, I always feel that this really makes me have nothing to do."

Elena knew it was Holmes without looking up.

"My memory is still stuck on Miss Christine's commission last time. Have you finished your job yet?" She turned to him curiously, and then met her messy hair.

Holmes shrugged his shoulders.

"It's been three months, so naturally it's been resolved long ago," he asked loudly jokingly, "What makes you think it takes three months for a detective to solve this case?"

"I'm just too lazy to pay attention," Elena pursed her lips.

"That is true," said Holmes. "After all, your new employee has not come to ask about it."

He motioned for Watson to explain.

Watson took out his collection of newspaper clippings.

"I'll look for it," he flipped through and found that page. "It's written here more clearly. I used a pseudonym, but it doesn't affect much."

Elena took it over and looked at it for a while.

"The ex-lover planted the frame on Eric?" She was almost a little surprised, "But why did you do that?"

Elena really couldn't understand this approach.

Sending repeated letters to an ex-lover, threatening her as an ex-enemy, and tailing her to London sounds horrific and morbid.

"Because he didn't think he could win Miss Christine's heart again," said Holmes curtly, "so he hoped to relive with her those terrible years that both of them can't forget, so as to restore the distance between them." get closer."

"Is Eric related to the unforgettable horror years?" Elena asked keenly, "What did he do?"

Holmes shook his head.

"I think you could ask him yourself," he said gently, "I don't think it would be a good idea for me to tell you."

"But how did you know?" Elena did some calculations, "That was many years ago—you were not very old then."

How did he know?Someone told him?

Holmes pointed helplessly at his brain.

He immediately sighed, "Unfortunately, one of the few smart brains in the world is idle - when will the next commission, the next interesting commission come? The students solved their little problems."

Realizing that Holmes had changed the subject, Elena simply stopped asking.

She also folded her hands behind her head and sighed, "Me too. After this job is over, the next one hasn't arrived yet."

Watson helplessly poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"I thought you had just finished your last job?" he asked. "I heard that the house you built for Miss Georgiana was completely finished and received quite a few compliments."

Elena tilted her head to look at him.

"Maybe," she said dully, "my image in those small newspapers has changed from a rebellious noble lady who ran away from home to a self-made female engineer-they even praised me for being more careful and attentive than men. mild."

Watson shook the newspaper in his hand.

"I thought what they said was right?" He asked a little puzzled, "The above really praised your architectural design for its exquisiteness, especially the furniture you used in the decoration has no sharp points, which avoids sharp points. Bruises or scratches of any kind—”

"It was designed by Lydia," Elena sighed. "They completely missed the point."

She has nothing to do with her at all, even if she praises her, she won't be happy.

"The factory that makes this furniture—" Watson asked, a little surprised.

Holmes also sighed.

"It's Mr. Darcy's new wood furniture factory that's going bankrupt," he explained.

"Oh, that's right," Watson finally figured out the ins and outs.

It turned out that this was a newspaper propaganda aimed at the furniture factory.

"So, I'm actually famous," Elena said listlessly, "Everyone even has very high expectations for the building I'm building now."

She couldn't help complaining, "There were even kids getting in over the edge of the installed fault indicator boards - God knows how noisy these little bastards are, we have to repaint every time they come by."

There are children's handprints everywhere, some mixed with adults'.

They seemed to have vented all their boring energy here, and Elena had to send someone to guard there, and they would all be fined next time they came in, but it didn't seem to dampen people's enthusiasm.

She sighed again.

"I think I may be too unlucky." Elena leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes. "Only a new job can wipe away my bad luck. Give me a job—"

"No," Holmes interrupted her complaining.

He suddenly sat up a little bit, then listened carefully, and then looked at Elena with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations, Miss Elena," said Holmes. "I am afraid today is a day of celebration!"

The author has something to say: Earl: You steal my words!

Still haven't written a point...

Sigh, I’m going crazy. I’ve been drawing pictures for the past two days, and then I’ve stayed up all night. I’ve got a cold and a headache, so I may not be able to update QAQ every day. Take a break, wait for the homework to be handed in before returning to normal updates

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