Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

After much deliberation, Elena couldn't figure it out either.

But looking at the crowded crowd at the door, she sighed silently.

This is really...

She is not an actress.

But it's not a problem to be so crowded, blocking the door, and the neighbors next door are a little inconvenient.

Elena did some mental construction for herself, and opened the door.

The reporters squatting at the door almost rushed to her side.

"Miss Molson!" A reporter asked excitedly, "Did you know about the Queen's visit to the Lindwim Museum yesterday afternoon? Do you have anything to say about it?"

"Are you honored?" Another person immediately interjected, "What does it look like inside, can you tell me a little bit?"

"Is this a declaration of war against previous styles?" a bearded reporter asked loudly as he pushed forward.

The other reporters also began to talk to each other, chattering like sparrows on a branch, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

Elena made a pause gesture at this time.

She didn't speak, but the reporters gradually fell silent.

After everyone stopped talking, Elena said, "Come in first, it's not good to be blocked at the door."

The reporters followed Elena into the living room on the first floor in a swarm. The small room was filled with people, standing behind the sofa, sitting on chairs, and some even squatting in front of the sofa. Talking nonstop, noisy and chaotic.

Elena sat across from this group of people and sighed.

"Please be quiet," she said, "In this way, you can discuss for a while what you want to ask, and I will talk to you one by one, okay?"

"Can I ask anything?!" Someone stood up abruptly from the front and asked excitedly, "Including emotional life?"

His words immediately attracted the attention of other reporters, and almost everyone's eyes were filled with hunger.

This is big news!

They heard that the Countess Molson not only had a good relationship with her assistant—the Frenchman, but also treated her disciple Brutt very well, not to mention that her two neighbors were also very good, one was a famous private eye, the other is a bit of a celebrity among doctors in London...

Isn't this the perfect subject of private life chaos!

Some tabloid reporters have already begun to confidently think of headlines.

#Shocked, this famous female architect is actually ambiguous and entangled with many people! #

Or #she actually fell in love with a foreigner and then hooked up with a detective, will the queen also misunderstand the person? ! #

Elena didn't wait for him to continue, she got up quickly, put her hand on his shoulder, and pushed him down again.

"That's unnecessary," she smiled a little, "I'm not an actor, nor a singer, nor a celebrity. What's more, I'm a house builder, so I'm afraid I don't have much private life."

"But the Queen praised your museum!" another tall, lanky man shouted back. "You're already famous!"

His words elicited an echo.

Elena raised her eyebrows.

"That would be my honour, God Save the Queen," she replied, "but you want to ask me about my love life?"

Then he pointed at the tall and thin man, "Are you very persistent?"

The man nodded inexplicably.

"Then let's go to the museum after the opening," Elena said with a smile, "All my emotional life has given back to the building. By the way, what else do you want to ask?"

"What does the museum you built look like?" a person squeezed in the middle asked on tiptoe. "When the Queen praised it, she said it was 'a new product', so is it unconventional?"

This question received an approving look from Elena.

"Yeah, I think it is," Elena said, "and there are a lot of things in the design that don't quite look like what you're used to seeing—to use an analogy, it's like you're looking at your own carved wardrobe and your kids The wardrobe made out of origami is a more realistic and simpler structure.”

"Do you think it will be the start of a new trend?" asked another reporter pointedly. "A new trend that the Queen has praised? Like the original Crystal Palace built by Joseph Paxton?"

His words are more flavorful. The structure used by the Crystal Palace is also very novel. It can be said that it also broke the inherent architectural thinking. It was the royal gardener Joseph Paxton who proposed this genius idea. Giant glass greenhouse.

Elena took a look at him and found that it was a reporter from "Architecture Weekly". The newspaper he worked for had cooperated with Elena several times, so he was considered knowledgeable.

"No, please don't think too much, this is just a small museum rather than the World Expo, and its characteristics are different. As for other things, let this small museum rest for a while," Elena said It was a little funny and said, "After all, it will be open to the public in a few days, and it will still be busy for a while. For the time being, it probably has no chance to lead the trend of the times."

She said jokingly, "Maybe "Clumsy" magazine will also give the museum I built a new name? I am looking forward to it."

The name "Crystal Palace" actually comes from Punch magazine, which complimented the crystal clear, sparkling light of the temporary exhibition hall.

To her surprise, the reporter of "Architecture Weekly" who asked the question didn't speak, but a person sitting opposite her laughed.

"Of course," he said jokingly, "as long as you want me to take a look in advance?"

"Wow, you're so insidious!" the person behind him exclaimed, "No, we can't go to this guy and we can't go!!"

The others woke up suddenly and grabbed his arm in a hurry, "Let's take our leave first!"

Then the reporter who "hijacked" Pence Magazine went out.

Elena shook her head and went upstairs.

She still has to go to the evening banquet, and she doesn't know what the banquet is for.

Elena was not very hopeful, maybe she could get some interesting orders?

Elena's clothes are always casual anyway, never tangled.

She picked out a dark dress to change into, grabbed a necklace and a pair of earrings from the jewelry box with her eyes closed, put on some light makeup, and casually went downstairs to wait for Holmes.

To her surprise, Holmes was slower than her.

He seemed to have just come back, and Watson and Watson didn't know what thrilling things they had experienced again. The two of them slumped on a chair, as if they had completely forgotten that they were going to a banquet soon.

Both of them are like this.

Seeing that Elena came down, Sherlock seemed to realize that the time was coming.

"Soon," he said, "I'll go and change first."

Elena nodded, watching Holmes change his coat and put on his bow tie swiftly.

She looked curiously at Watson who was not moving, "Doctor Watson, don't you want to change?"

"Ah, I," Watson was taken aback for a moment, "yes. I'll go right away."

He seemed a little absent-minded, stood up with the table and passed.

After walking two steps, he turned back and said to the two of them, "Don't wait for me, you go ahead first."

Elena said hello, and found that Holmes had already changed his clothes, and stood at the door waving to her.

She hurriedly walked over with her skirt, looked at Holmes, "Here we come."

Holmes was a bit tall for her. Usually, there was always a little distance between the two of them, or they were both sitting on chairs, so the height difference was not particularly obvious.

Now standing together, Elena realized that she seemed to have to look up to see him.

"Let's go?" Elena asked, casually glanced at his black top hat.

This seemed to make his complexion whiter. He was a person who often ran outside, but he didn't seem to be tanned.

A little envious.

Elena who thought this way seemed to have completely forgotten that she also had such a physique, while Holmes didn't notice what she was thinking at all.

He seemed to be preoccupied by other things, just nodded briefly, and the two went downstairs without a word, standing side by side on the street looking for a taxi.

Fortunately, just by waving, a passing cab came.

Holmes stretched out a hand almost out of habit, and Elena got into the carriage with a little help as usual, and sat inside, making room for Holmes in a slightly looser seat.

Then Holmes tapped on the top of the carriage, and the carriage set into motion.

In the somewhat closed and dimly lit compartment, Elena was almost drowsy from being shaken, and she had to find something to talk about to break her drowsiness.

"What were you doing just now?" She asked curiously, "You look very tired."

Holmes, who closed his eyes and dozed off, laughed when he heard this.

"It was just a, um..." he said simply, "stopping a conspiracy."

"Then experienced a run?" Elena guessed.

Holmes nodded.

"Yes," he said, "one of my clients was physically threatened because she inherited an inheritance from her uncle. She was targeted by two thugs, one of whom harassed her, kidnapped her, and even brought hired a false priest and tried to force her into marriage."

Elena gasped.

"Are you all right? Oh, you are here, so you should be all right. I hope she goes well in the future," she asked a little worried, "This is really, this is too..."

too frightening.

Eileen naturally knew that it was very dangerous for a woman to have a huge inheritance in this era.If there is no protector, and you lack the means and ability, it will be like a pie that everyone can take a bite of.

But have they gone this far?

"We've got the man under arrest," said Holmes. "Scotland Yard has taken over the rest. I hope there won't be another time..."

He sighed, "The client accepted this generous commission because he had to support himself and his mother, and go to the home of one of the milder guys to be his daughter's governess."

Eileen also sighed empathetically, "This world is always too hostile towards women."

Holmes shook his head and said gently, "It will get better and better."

He glanced at Elena's clothes, and always felt that something was missing, and then he remembered that the necklace around her neck seemed to be a bit inconsistent with the skirt.

"Miss Elena, where's your old necklace?" Holmes asked lazily.

"Which one?" Elena touched her neck subconsciously, "I have many necklaces."

She pondered for a while, "The one my mother left me? It should be at Mr. Holmes's."

She gave the things to Mr. Holmes before, and didn't ask any more questions afterward.

Holmes nodded thoughtfully.

The two stopped talking, and the car fell into silence again.

After arriving at the location, the two checked the invitation letter and went in.

Originally, Elena was supposed to go with Holmes to look around, but his client came to find him temporarily, and Holmes had to be dragged away.

Before leaving, he smiled apologetically at Elena.

Elena shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

She remembered that Georgiana seemed to be here this time too, just in time to chat with her.

It was almost effortless to find the place where the young ladies gathered in groups. Elena held up her skirt and walked there, and when she got closer, she realized that what they were talking about was actually Sherlock Holmes.

"If you ask me, Mr. Holmes is a really good detective," said a young lady who seemed to be full of longing for it. jewelry, and handsome, too, isn't it?"

"I think, too," put in another lady, "that he's really handsome, in a style that's not very popular these days. I'd rather like the look—"

Her friend gave her a light thump.

"Don't think about it," said the friend softly. "Your father will certainly not agree."

The lady who interrupted giggled.

"Just thinking about it," she said coquettishly, "I'm just talking. Speaking of it, will he definitely come today?"

"Probably so," replied the first speaker. "Cathy says her father has invited Mr. Holmes. Well, I hope to have a few more words with him. He has a nice voice."

The few people sitting around nodded their heads and started discussing enthusiastically again.

Elena was almost a little surprised.

She had always known that Mr. Holmes was an interesting man, and it was only natural that such a man should be popular, except that he was a little out of sorts.

However, do so many people like him?

Georgiana, who was sitting quietly, said nothing, lowering her head and writing something.

She looked up and saw Elena who seemed a little dazed, her eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up.

"Elena!" cried Georgiana, "here!"

And waved at her.

Elena heard the shout and walked towards Georgiana.

And the ladies around were almost a little surprised when they heard this name.

"Elena?" Someone asked, "Miss Molson? She's here too!"

She said even more excitedly, "Why didn't I know about this! Georgiana, you told us that you and her are just a normal relationship, aren't you lying!"

"It's a little better than usual," Georgiana said while moving Elena's position, "After all, my charm is definitely not as good as architecture."

"That's nothing," Elena said with a smile, "I've been a little busy recently, and I've only been free for a few days."

"Is it about the museum!" Someone asked, "I heard that His Majesty visited that museum yesterday!"

"Tell us about it!"

"Yes, are you thirsty Miss Elena? Hungry?"

"I'm going to get some cakes."

"Then I'm going to get some drinks, what do you want to drink?"

"Miss Elena, this is a soft pillow! You can put it behind your back, it's so comfortable!"

"I have a blanket here! You can cover it!"

The eager eyes around her made it almost impossible for Eileen to maintain her usual calm.

She always felt that something was wrong with the development of the situation, "No need, everyone, no need to be so troublesome, I just came to sit for a while."

"But we want stories!" said a frank young lady. "We all want stories! Please, Miss Elena!"

The ladies agreed, nodding their heads, and even Georgiana cast longing glances at her.

Elena adjusted the blanket on her knees helplessly, "Okay."

She looked at so many pairs of curious eyes, "What do you want to hear? Let me know in advance, what I'm going to say may be boring."

When Holmes was finally free and came to look for his female companion, he found that the place was already full of people.

A group of ordinary, lively or reserved ladies were sitting crookedly, surrounding Elena and listening to her telling stories.

They were even very courteous, some offered water, some offered snacks, and one lady even brought out a bunch of candy, the small table in front of Elena was full of things.

Holmes inspected it, and it seemed that he could not squeeze in at all.

But anyway, it was empty, and there was nothing to do for the time being.

So he simply found an empty chair, sat down, and leaned against the back of the chair to listen to Elena's story.

After Elena finished explaining how she conceived the interior space of the building, she stopped for a sip of tea, and saw Holmes when she looked up.

He didn't know when he came, but he seemed to be listening to her very seriously.

The ladies also seemed to have noticed this stranger who arrived suddenly. Someone called out "Mr. Holmes" and said hello and it was over, and they still looked at her expectantly.

Such a comparison contrasts the perfunctory "Mr. Holmes".

Although Elena knew that it was actually because she was not familiar with Holmes, and most ladies would subconsciously keep a distance in front of men.

In addition, although Holmes is interesting, he is really sharp and calm, which may also cause a certain distance.

For some reason, Elena felt a little guilty.

She seemed to remember that the first object of discussion among the ladies was the detective Sherlock Holmes...

Oops, thinking about it this way, Sherlock Holmes, who was sitting alone in a corner, ignored and perfunctory, felt a little pitiful.

Seeing Elena looking at him, Holmes smiled gently.

Elena roughly understood it, probably because she felt that what she said was very good, and encouraged her to continue.

Elena became even more nervous.

She pretended to be calm and smiled back, "How about, together?"

The author has something to say: Holmes: ?

There are a lot of words recently, so the update will be delayed

That's great, everyone is still chasing/crying, I'm afraid everyone will run away because I have something to do

When the queen went to visit, the general decoration had already been done. She came with her husband, and then she said a few words that Prince Albert prefers art. In the private setting, he often lives in London after marriage. For some reasons and Earl is connected and the two are pen pals

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: burn 1 tattoo;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles for three days; 1 bottle of chestnuts for weight loss; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!