Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

The moment he saw Elena rolling up her sleeves, Moriarty thought she was hiding some kind of weapon in her sleeves.

Or a blade, or a needle, in short, he was about to be executed.

He stared at his cuffs, full of anticipation, thinking about what amazing move his niece, whose mind had been eroded by hatred, would do.

Maybe it's to give him a few needles indoors and torture him slowly?

Not to mention that Sherlock Holmes is still there.

The opponent he created for himself is also suitable for his niece...

Just when Moriarty was almost happily thinking about how friends or lovers turned against each other, he saw Elena showing a smile.

He thumped in his heart, feeling something was wrong.

Too bad, could it be seen through?

It doesn't matter, there is plan B, he has made many alternatives, not to mention someone must be able to bring this thing back on track.

Unexpectedly, Elena didn't say a word, but actually smiled, and clapped her hands happily.

The applause was loud and brisk, and it was obvious that the applause was in a good mood and full of rhythm.

Moriarty: ? ? ?

...why didn't this group of people react quite right?He felt that it was not right to have a billion points!

Is this a normal human reaction?This is not ah.

Shouldn't we ask what the cause of death was?

He turned his head away with difficulty, and turned to the rest of the people. Someone must find that the topic has gone off the rails, right?

Moriarty thought to himself, it's okay, there are always a few normal people in this room, and if this group of people is not right, there must be some people with brains.

As a result, he got a lot of applause.

Uncle Ben was the first to respond, and then Watson, who was sitting next to him, clapped his hands for some unknown reason. The earl followed his heart after a moment of awkwardness, and followed the clapping ranks.

Mrs. Hudson also joined the applause, and the applause of the audience gathered together and formed a flowing river. The scene was very festive.

Now, there is only one person left who did not applaud.

Moriarty looked expectantly at Holmes who was standing by the sofa, and he was carefully observing the things in his hand.

Moriarty sincerely hoped that the only normal person would last a little longer.

As if sensing his gaze, Holmes looked at him.

Then he nodded in understanding, put the things aside, and clapped his hands with a smile.

Moriarty closed his eyes in despair.

Tired of it, the world will end, he thought.

On the galloping carriage.

Little Brut wrapped his coat tremblingly, poked his head out of the carriage, and shouted forward against the wind, "Hurry up, please, sir!"

Then he retracted again, rubbed his hands and face with his lips shaking.

Dim lights, late nights, rainy days.

Little Brut could find a hundred ways to die at this moment in the Gothic novels that were popular a while ago.

Thinking of this, he panicked even more.

Not to mention, what happened this time...

It was the first time he had encountered such a terrible thing, facing the so-called underground gangs in London, and he had already arrested someone, and now he went to call the police.

No matter how you think about this road, there is no return.

What kind of thrilling battle royale, gun chase and other scenes popped up in his mind.

By the way, I also thought about it, if someone came to chase him down, how to kneel in a good posture is more standard.

...Wait, this is too embarrassing!

I don't know if these underground gangs will accept surrender by waving the flag...

"E...Mr. Eric," Little Brutt said stumblingly, "Do you think someone will come to intercept us?"

He had never dared to talk to Eric, but now he asked Eric questions with a trill.

Eric, who closed his eyes and meditated, heard his question and looked up at him.

That glance blocked all of Brutt's questions, and he even felt that he shouldn't ask such a question.

...This guy, why is he more a vampire than a vampire?

Little Brut was thinking about something messy, and he almost pulled out the silver cross hanging from his neck to protect it in front of him.

"No," Eric said simply.

He also twitched the corner of his mouth by the way, which was a mockery of his worry.

Little Brut breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, it's good, it won't eat him.

...Wait, if you don't want to eat him, there won't be anyone chasing him down!

"How do you know?" Little Brut couldn't help asking, and several thoughts flashed through his mind.

Could this foreigner be the accomplice of the captured Moriarty?men?

His words made Eric frowned again.

"I thought it was an easy question," he sighed, motioning for him to raise the curtain. "Before you ask another question, you can see what it's like outside, little Brutt."

There is a posture of "if you were not my colleague, I would not answer this kind of intelligence-reducing question".

Little Brut couldn't stand this contemptuous attitude... Little Brut opened the curtain, indicating that he could bear it for another ten years.

There are several carriages running outside with their cars, and the sanitation is around the cars.

"See?" Eric glanced at him and asked coolly.

He felt that it was always a waste of energy to talk to this not-so-intelligent person.

"This..." Little Brut lowered the curtain, dumbfounded, "You..."

His colleagues actually have such a background?

Little Brut realized his mistake deeply, he shouldn't have snatched most of the snacks when the Countess was handing out them.

Acknowledge your mistake and don't do it again next time.

"Not me," Eric sighed again.

He explained with a headache, "It's Weston Ben."

This guy only eats and sleeps in his mind. Is the head on his neck used to increase his height?

Baker Street.

Someone knocked on the door.

The knock on the door was very rhythmic, as if asking politely if anyone was inside.

The sound of thumping caused Elena to pause her applause, and she exchanged glances with several people.

Who actually came to the door at this time?

They looked at Moriarty and found that he was also in a daze.

Is this just pretending, or does he really not know?

Weston subconsciously stood up and was about to go to the door, but Holmes stopped him.

He pointed to Moriarty, and walked lightly to the door.

"Who is it?" asked Holmes aloud.

The people outside the door didn't speak at first.

After a while, someone said in a rough voice, "Come here to borrow a match. There are no matches at home. What a coincidence."

Hearing this voice, Mrs. Hudson frowned.

"No," she said softly to Elena beside her, "This person doesn't live nearby. I haven't heard his voice, and I haven't seen this person."

Elena looked at Moriarty.

"Is that the one you called?" she asked softly in Moriarty's ear.

Moriarty shook his head, indicating that this was really not his idea.

He didn't care whether Elena believed it or not, he felt that everything went wrong today... Why did these things that were expected never work?

It's okay, his men will be here soon.

No matter how these people struggle, they will always be no match for so many people.

Moriarty exhaled slowly, then was blocked by the rag in his mouth and stuck.

...who stuffed him with a rag?count?Whatever, it's all the same anyway.

He changed his strategy and slowly cursed the earl a hundred or eighty times in his heart. When the attention of several people was focused on the door, he took out the blade hidden in his sleeve and began to cut the rope behind his back.

The Earl coughed.

"We're out of candles, too," he answered loudly. "Would you like to go and see if any shops are open at this time?"

By the way, he took out the gun in his pocket with his left hand, and gave Holmes a stick from the kitchen.

"I can't find it, brother," the person at the door also replied, "Open the door and let me in!"

He changed his tone again, "As long as I go in, I can make a fire! It's cold and wet..."

Holmes and the count exchanged glances.

The count turned the doorknob, motioned Holmes to pay attention, and replied, "Okay, I'll open the door for you, please be careful not to—"

Before he finished speaking, he opened the door all at once.

The people outside the door were a little caught off guard and a little surprised.

He was grinning grinningly and rushing in with a knife in his hand, imagining in his heart that he would become famous with four kills, when he was caught off guard by a wooden stick.

He looked up and was so scared that he wanted to turn around and walk away.

Isn't this Sherlock Holmes who is quite famous among them?

Oh no, this nosy guy had helped Old John find his daughter before, and Old John also said that whoever troubled Holmes would be against him!

Who wants to have trouble with those one hundred and eighty good dogs he raised!

But seeing Holmes holding a gun in one hand and a stick in the other, he laughed dryly.

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding..." He explained, "I didn't expect..."

Didn't expect anything?Who would run into someone's house with a knife?

Looking at the scene inside the door and the stack of white cakes, he had a flash of inspiration.

"I wish you happiness!" He held the knife in both hands, "New wedding gift, new wedding gift."

Holmes didn't respond, but the earl beside him was taken aback.

"What?" He asked incredulously, "What marriage?"

"Ah, what, isn't it marriage?" The person outside the door heaved a sigh of relief, and walked away, "It's okay, that's because I went wrong."

"I wanted to surprise them," he muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Then he had to obediently squat next to Moriarty, waiting for Scotland Yard to come and pick them up.

Seeing a man who was tied up and gagged with a rag sitting on a chair, the gangster who was planning to make a move showed sympathy.

"Brother," he squatted and moved to Moriarty's side, "you also came to...?"

He sighed immediately, "Oh, you regret it too. I won't do this kind of thing again next time."

Moriarty was slowly cutting the rope carefully under cover.

"Oh, it's too hard. It's really not easy these days," the gangster sighed. "It's hard to die, and it's hard to be famous. I killed people before, but I failed a few times, and they all ran away. What kind of luck!"

This, Moriarty thought, was a bit miserable.

But he didn't say a word, and continued to cut the rope carefully and slowly.

On the contrary, Uncle Ben and Watson, who were staring at Moriarty, looked at him in surprise.

"Then why did you remember to come to the door today?" Watson asked, "Aren't you with him?"

The gangster, whose hands were also tied, replied aggrievedly, "It happens that there are no matches at home... I just wanted to come and try again."

He sighed, "Forget it, the food at Scotland Yard isn't good. There's nothing good about being famous."

After a while, Moriarty finally cut the rope almost.

He couldn't restrain himself from thinking, it's finally possible, and he finally won a round.

At this moment, Elena, who had disappeared for a while, came over.

Moriarty returned to a motionless posture, watching Elena with a little despair as she circled behind him, and let Uncle Ben and Watson hold his hands and feet again.

"The quality of the rope is not very good," she said briskly. "Thanks to Mr. Holmes for taking Inspector Lestrade's handcuffs, I found them on the second floor. It's great."

With two clicks, the lock is engaged.

Elena happily put the keys back into her satchel and said, "I also think two pairs are safer."

After thinking about it, I found another rope, tied it tightly several times, and tied a tight knot.

"Okay, so you're safe," she said with a smile.

"Well, you're very thoughtful," Uncle Ben boasted, and Mrs. Hudson nodded in agreement.

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