Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Although the Earl wanted this matter to pass quietly, it was clear that things did not develop as he imagined.

After Little Brutt's loud scream, everyone's eyes focused on Little Brutt.

Brut Jr. looked at Giles.

Giles looked at the Count.

The count looked towards... He had no one to look at, so he put the cup with a little wine left on the window sill, making a clear and loud sound.

Then he turned to the crowd and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

While comforting himself, he thought, as long as I pretend not to know, you won't be able to expose me.

Then he finally turned his attention to Elena.

"When will the cake be cut?" He asked indifferently, "Hurry up, I'm going back."

Elena laughed.

"Should it be now?" She said a little uncertainly, "Father, are you going to stay today?"

"No," the count raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I still have work to do tonight."

My heart is screaming crazily, please leave me and stay here.

Elena sighed.

"That's a pity," she said intentionally. "We can't finish eating such a big cake. It's a pity to waste it."

The count followed suit and nodded.

Yeah, he thought, it's too bad he can't finish it.

"But it can't be helped," Elena said to Uncle Ben again, "Uncle Ben, where did you go to work?"

She smiled and said, "Why don't you leave a copy for your colleagues?"

Don't give it to his colleagues, I can solve the problem by myself!

The count shouted in his heart, but his mouth was tightly shut, for fear that he would say something again.

"This," Uncle Ben shook his head, "it's not good."

He sighed, "If I take it, they won't be able to accept it, let alone in what name should I give it?"

Ex-boss' daughter's birthday?Or a young lady's birthday at home?

"Let's just say it's my niece's birthday." Elena stood on tiptoe and patted Uncle Ben's shoulder. "I've been calling Uncle Ben for so many years. Uncle Ben can't deny my niece."

Uncle Ben took a deep breath.

"Okay," he replied.

"What's the matter?" the count couldn't help it, "not good!"

He frowned, and stood beside Elena, "I still have a person from the office here, enough to send."

"Aren't you going back?" Uncle Ben said disgustedly, "Hurry up and go back to your work."

The Count coughed.

"I thought about it," he said quite seriously, "we should save money, so I'll just stay and eat some cakes before leaving."

Elena suppressed her smile and replied sincerely, "Father, don't wrong yourself."

"That's right," the office staff next to him booed, "Your Excellency, it's our problem that you can't finish eating, but it's our fault if you are wronged because you can't finish eating!"

The Earl waved his hands irritably.

What's going on with these people?Why did you add fuel to the fire?

"I'm staying here," he said unquestionably, "do you want to question me?"

But it doesn't work as well as it did before.

"I don't want to question you, my lord," Little Brutt came up, "Oh, I want to explain different opinions, don't be angry, don't be angry..."

He walked around for a long time, and finally knocked the count unconscious.

Giles, who was standing aside, opened the cake box.

It is really a beautiful cake, clean and complicated, even though only two colors of pink and white are used, it has the effect of flying skirts, the mounting flowers are like lace dotted on it, and the white chocolate is used as pearls Nested in the middle, skewering the whole cake.

The Earl wanted to laugh loudly and shout that this is the cake I ordered, but he just coughed lightly.

"Not bad," he said, nodding his head, with poise.

"I think it's very pretty," another person said, "Your Earl has really high vision."

Then the others praised the cake one by one.

Although the earl said he didn't do anything on the surface, but when Elena, who was standing beside him, turned around, she saw a length of ribbon behind the earl that could almost fling out flowers.

She looked at the table clearly, and sure enough, the ribbon had been removed from someone's gift.

After Elena blew out the candles and made her first wish for the new year, it was basically time to share the cake.

"I'll share it with everyone," Elena took over the task, "Thank you so much for coming to celebrate my birthday today."

She divided it piece by piece, and the cake was reduced little by little.

When he arrived at the Earl, he still had an expressionless face, but he was holding a large plate that was purposely turned out of nowhere.

There were drops of water on the plate.

Elena blinked, and looked at him questioningly, "Father?"

What's happening here?What do you mean by full?

"Less," said the count quietly, "I don't like sweets."

He passed the plate forward again, but gave Giles who was standing behind Elena a look.

Giles sighed, he understood what the Earl meant.

Alas, it's all because he knows everything, so I have to lie to him here.

Elena nodded, and was about to take it when Giles patted her on the shoulder.

She turned her head and looked at Giles suspiciously, only to find that he had coughed twice in embarrassment, "Miss Molson, do you think there is any room for improvement in my cake?"

By the way, he put his hands behind his back, signaling the Earl to hurry up.

The earl nodded while speeding up the speed of stuffing the cakes into the box he carried with him.

By the way, he also filled his own plate with cakes.

Elena, who hadn't seen anything, raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw that it was Giles.

"I think the cake is pretty good," she said, "because I don't make desserts, and I don't know much about it..."

She turned her head to turn back, but Giles grabbed her by the shoulder.

"No, no, as long as I have an understanding of this," Giles said bravely, "Is there really no room for improvement?"

He asked hopefully, "For example, is it related to architecture?"

His words made Elena's eyes light up.

"What you said makes sense," she nodded. "It seems that there are indeed some places for reference."

For example, the structure of the building can be used on the cake, and the simple architectural structure with a strong sense of geometry can make a particularly layered cake embryo.

Replace concrete, steel and wood in construction with cake embryos, chocolate, cream, no, cream can be used as a coating, and gelatin sheets can be used as an adhesive...

Giles breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled her towards the sofa.

"I don't know much about this building, well," he said reluctantly, "I still need Miss Molson to answer my questions."

Elena turned her head and still didn't forget to glance at the count, only to see that he really didn't seem to have much on the plate.

She took another look at the butler who was standing next to the earl, watching his every move closely, and then left in peace.

Giles sighed.

Can't help you Molson, wish you were lucky, I even gave myself an architecture class.

God knows, what annoys him the most is going to class.

Following Elena to the sofa and sitting down, Giles felt that his mouth was bitter.

Nobody knows better than him how annoying lectures can be, he thought.

Elena took out a box from below and handed it to him.

"I think," Elena said, "you can try to see some similar architectural cakes?"

"The current architecture is too detailed," Giles said with a wry smile, "I don't think I can make that kind of cake..."

Elena shook her head.

"Maybe, you can try my newly built Lindwim Museum?" she said, "This one is simple, or you can try Miss Darcy's new house?"

"But that's too simple," Giles replied subconsciously, "I don't think anyone will buy it."

Then I remembered that it seemed that the Lindwim Museum only entered the Queen yesterday afternoon?

His eyes lit up all of a sudden.

"I think so," he said immediately.

Little Brut came over in time.

"Then you come to the architectural office tomorrow to talk with me?" He said with a smile, "Let's talk about specific things?"

Giles nodded, "Of course, of course."

He couldn't help but look at the Earl with envy. She gave birth to a good daughter, she is good, she has a smart mind, and there are quite a few ways to make money.

No wonder he spends his days trying to get his children to go back and inherit the family business, that's how it turned out.

Where can such a daughter be found?

Giles thought about it and came up with a brilliant idea.

How about taking two and exchanging one for Molson?

What Giles was thinking, the Count did not know.

He looked at the palm-sized piece of cake in front of him, not knowing where to start.

The employees all went back separately, and it was not far to send them to the surrounding area.

But the cakes on his plate still showed no signs of increasing, they were still small and small.

No, it's not an adult slap, it's a toddler slap.

The earl looked at the half of the cake left on the side, feeling a little greedy, but he couldn't ignore the butler who was watching him...

The count sighed and ate the little dessert in one gulp.

"Let's go," he said to the butler beside him, "Go back to work."

You can't always fight by candlelight in the middle of the night.

The count took off his coat and simply put it on his body, shaking slightly.

When the night wind blew, he couldn't help shivering. When he looked up, he realized that a group of people were looking at him.

"What's wrong?" He was really puzzled this time, "What's the matter?"

What are these people looking at him for?

The crowd shook their heads.

Giles stretched out his hand tremblingly, and pointed behind him.

The count froze.

Is it haunted?

He turned his head back a little bit, and found a man he didn't know standing at the door behind him, and he looked a little old.

The butler was already standing in front of him with a solemn expression. Uncle Ben, Holmes and Watson also took out their guns and walked forward quickly.

"Oh," Moriarty at the door smiled and lifted his hat. "It's my niece's birthday, why don't you invite me?"

His voice was a little hoarse, "This really makes me sad, and I brought presents."

Elena frowned.

"Is there anything you want?" She asked bluntly, "If you have nothing to do, go away. I haven't settled with you for instigating someone to beat me up. Moriarty, you'd better be honest."

Moriarty pointed at the black holed muzzles of several people, and raised both hands in a gesture to show that he was harmless.

"This isn't my niece coming of age." He still didn't forget to talk to Elena at this moment, "Why don't you come and eat a piece of cake."

At this moment, the count spoke.

"Who do you say is your niece?" He was also rude, "Are you worthy?"

"That's not necessary, Molson," Moriarty turned to him, his face turned cold, "No matter what I do, it's better than a fool like you who has been cheated all his life."

He said maliciously, "Let me guess, did your lovely butler tell you the truth about Yvette's death?"

As his words fell, there was a crisp clicking sound.

Elena loaded the gun in her hand neatly and aimed at him.

Moriarty looked at her again calmly, "As for you—don't you want to know your own background, my poor niece?"

"Look, these people are not celebrating your real birthday," he said word by word, "how pathetic."

Elena didn't answer, but the Earl twitched his lips.

He asked suddenly, "Did you come in by picking the lock?"

Moriarty paused when he asked.

Then he subconsciously replied, "Otherwise, could it be that you invited me in?"

At this moment, the earl stretched out his leg and moved towards his knee without hesitation.

Moriarty flashed subconsciously, but he didn't expect that Uncle Ben also stretched his leg tacitly and tripped him at this time.

Just like that, he fell to the ground in a stretched posture, and the cake that was accidentally tipped over by a drunk person rubbed against him.

The thing he was holding also slipped aside, rolled a few times, and fell under the sofa.

The most exasperating thing was that Uncle Ben next to him couldn't hide his disgust and gave the Earl a high-five.

It made Moriarty feel like things were getting out of his control again.

He thought angrily, why is it so bad every time he meets Molson? ? ?

"I just have better luck." Turning around, the earl at the side replied frankly, "As for the others, it's not worth mentioning."

He looked at Moriarty on the ground, "It's meaningless for you to provoke me with these things."

Moriarty couldn't help laughing when he heard this.He was laughing loudly, uncontrollably, grinning like crazy.

Sure enough, it was back on track.

"Yeah, your luck is really good," Moriarty replied meaningfully, "very good—"

Then a rag was stuffed into his mouth.

"I don't like to hear people say such inexplicable things." Mrs. Hudson stood aside and looked at him indifferently, "You might as well shut up and wait for someone to take you to the place you should go, Mo Riati."

The Earl nodded approvingly.

Uncle Ben and Watson found a piece of rope to tie Moriarty firmly, and then each found a bench and squatted beside him.

Mrs. Hudson and the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and began to clean up seriously.

As for Holmes, he put on his gloves, picked up the thing he had brought, and began to observe carefully, while the earl stuck his head around and watched.

But Moriarty, who was tied to a chair, turned his head to Elena with difficulty.

Isn't she curious at all?

Elena imitated his appearance just now, and smiled mysteriously.

This smile actually made Moriarty a little dazed.

Without him, Elena actually looks a bit like him, this smile looks like him when he was young.

But does that mean they already know everything?

Moriarty gradually had deep doubts in his heart, and his expression became unpredictable.

And Eileen looked at Moriarty who didn't know what he was thinking, slightly pulled the sleeves covering his hands, and clapped happily.

The author has something to say: Elena: Thank you for this birthday gift, love it.

Moriarty with a rag in his mouth and cream all over his clothes: ? ? ?

Earl & Uncle Ben & Mrs. Hudson: As long as you like it.

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