Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

When Moriarty was tied up with his hands and feet and taken to the carriage to Scotland Yard, he still couldn't figure out why it took so long, and what he had prepared hadn't come true.

Before being thrown into the carriage, he heard footsteps from the side and rear.

"I seem to be late?" Mycroft tilted his hat slightly, looking unexpectedly at Moriarty who was tied into the carriage.

Then he smiled and said, "It seems that it is indeed late."

The people behind him stopped the people from Scotland Yard. After some discussion, they carried Moriarty to the nearby carriage. The original gangster was still taken over by Scotland Yard.

This made Inspector Lestrade, who came over after hearing the news, heave a sigh of relief. At least not one person couldn't catch it this time.

He smiled and said "Happy Birthday" to Elena, and took that unlucky guy back.

Mycroft, on the other hand, didn't seem to be worried about Moriarty at all.

He smiled and allowed his subordinates to move, while he took two steps forward and looked at Elena.

"I'm sorry," said Mycroft softly, "it's a bit late, maybe there won't be any cake?"

"However," he raised his hand and looked at his watch, "probably still have time to say happy birthday."

Elena couldn't help laughing.

"Thank you for your blessing, Big Mr. Holmes," she said, now facing Mycroft, she relaxed a lot, "Come in and have a rest?"

Mycroft waved his hand.

"Oh, that's out of the way," he said, "Look, it's not Moriarty here, just in time for me to take him back, save your business, and add to my résumé— —What do you think, Miss Molson?"

Elena nodded, "Indeed."

She intentionally amplified her voice a little so that Moriarty in the carriage could hear, "After all, capturing such a character is considered a great achievement. I wish you a successful promotion in advance."

Hearing this, Sherlock looked up at Elena.

Elena was a little puzzled, what did she say wrong?

Mycroft laughed.

"I don't need to be promoted, I'm very satisfied in this position," he said slowly, "In short, it's a pity that I didn't get the cake—"

The butler came up without a sound, and before Elena even realized it, he had already stood beside Mycroft.

"Here is a specially reserved cake." Ignoring the earl's condemning eyes, the butler respectfully handed the box to Mycroft with both hands. "If it is possible, Mr. Holmes should not dislike it."

Mycroft sighed, and took the box.

The butler continued without realizing it, "I have really troubled you to take care of the Molson family all these years."

Elena looked at the count.

She doesn't seem to have this incident in her memory at all?

The count subconsciously shook his head at his daughter.

He doesn't know anything?No, what's going on?

Uncle Ben clicked his tongue in disgust, and patted the earl on the shoulder, which made the earl look dazed.

"The cake was eaten, the birthday was over, and people were caught," he said, "Then I'll go first."

Facing the earl's puzzled eyes, he had no choice but to explain again.

"The one who recruited me was Mr. Holmes," Uncle Ben said in a deep voice. "Not only me, but most of the people on the list at that time are now working under Mr. Holmes."

Elena blinked.

She said what's going on... No wonder she said care, which can no longer be called care.Just arrange the people right away... Judging from Uncle Ben's attitude, I'm afraid the arrangement is very suitable for them.

"Don't say that," Mycroft answered with a smile, "I'm not your direct supervisor either, and you are also quite good at doing things, you are worthy of being her subordinates."

He looked at Elena, "Not to mention that I just did a little work, didn't I, Miss Elena?"

Elena felt that no answer was right, so she subconsciously blinked.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Mycroft laughed instead.

Then she was glared at by Sherlock behind Elena.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore, we're not done yet," Mycroft said after seeing his younger brother's eyes, straightening his gloves slowly, "Then let's go."

They left, but there was a figure in the team that made Elena feel strangely familiar.

Elena frowned, it was still raining in the sky at this time, hitting the glass lampshade thinly and densely, it was damp and cold.

She stood under the eaves, although a little rain leaked down, but she felt fine.

"There is a person," Mrs. Hudson stood next to her at some point, stunned for a while, before uttering the second half of the sentence, "It looks a bit like..."

Elena looked at her, "What does it look like?"

Mrs. Hudson shook her head, and she took a relaxed tone, "Maybe I misread it? It's a bit like an old friend."

Elena took her arm, and the two walked inside.

"Old friend?" She asked curiously as she walked, "Who is it?"

Mrs. Hudson smiled.

"I can't remember either, maybe I'm wrong," she replied.

The Lindwim Museum officially announced its opening soon.

It was a very sunny day. When the staff hung the notice at the door, they were startled by the waiting crowd.

"Why are there so many people?" He was a little surprised, "I thought there were not many people."

"Everyone is here to see what it's like inside," the curator smiled.

He looked at Elena beside him, "Miss Molson, thank you for your hard work."

Elena came to check on the relevant progress today, which is also a common practice. After the completion of the building, the architect always has to come and walk in the designed building.

"It's okay." Elena shook her head, "It's just work, it's not hard work."

Behind her were Eric and Brut Jr. Lydia was still drawing a new interior design at home, rushing to finish the furniture and ornaments for the remaining rooms in the "haunted house", so she didn't follow.

She saw so many people densely crowded at the entrance, and some staff had already gone to evacuate the crowd to avoid potential safety hazards. "There are indeed a lot of people."

Although this was actually one of the many buildings designed by Elena, seeing the crowds in front of her actually gave her a sense of accomplishment.

She had a vague feeling that what she had been looking forward to was this moment.

After the building was built, I heard people talk about it, use it, and found that it is constantly producing various benefits...

Before leaving, Elena took another look at the Lindwim Museum.

It just stood there quietly, the white outer wall reflected and swayed in the water, with some tranquility, but the sunset was burning vigorously behind it.

People are small, and buildings are not eternal, but something can always be left behind.

After opening, the Lindwim Museum has once again become a big talking point in the streets and alleys.

During that time, there were almost everywhere people who came to visit the museum, and the number of people in Manchester was almost reduced by half.

Some people criticized her interior design for being extremely poor, while others praised her idea of ​​actually multiplying the original number of guests to several times before. There were also praises and deprecations for this peculiar appearance.

But this is just a debate in the newspapers, and there is nothing fancy-after all, someone has already argued a round before.

After that, more people began to pay attention to the countess who was already married but hadn't married yet—this was already a bit late at that time.

"Why didn't her father arrange a good marriage for her?" Some people raised this question again, "She's not ugly, with so much dowry...how can she not get married?"

Anyone who asked Little Brut these words was scolded back by him.

"I won't marry you," he asked instead of his usual smile, "how much do you earn at your age? How is your child? What school did you go to, Eton? Did you hire a tutor? Didn’t you still ask here? If you have the focus on your work, you have already bought a house on Bayswater Street.”

The people who came to the door all returned angrily.

As for Elena, she simply didn't have time to pay attention to such remarks.

Most of these words were blocked by the people around her, and the few remaining who could ask her in front of her would not be stupid to ask such insignificant questions.

But the holiday ended soon, and Elena got busy again.

She has a new commission from Factory Design in Manchester.

This is really a field she has never tried before. In modern times, factories are not the same as at this time. Most of the countess designs are private houses, and most of the architectural offices she participates in are decent opera houses and churches. , museums, libraries, etc.

In fact, when she received this invitation, Elena was also taken aback for a moment.

"I've never tried this aspect," she said to the client with a little embarrassment, "I can't guarantee the effect..."

The gray-haired client opposite her shook her head.

"Then would you like to try it?" The client asked gently, "Please just answer 'yes' or 'no'."

Elena nodded.

"Of course I'd like to try it," she replied without hesitation.

"Then I have every confidence in your ability to do it," replied the client, laughing.

The two talked about some details again, and decided that Mr. McFarlane would confirm the details of the contract tomorrow, and then talked about some general ideas in the design. The client raised his watch to check the time, and said goodbye to Elena.

Eric got up and walked the client to the door with her.

After returning to the house, Elena also planned to get off work. She still had some things to do today.

So she sorted out her things, picked up her bag and walked to the door.

Back at the gate of 221b Baker Street, Elena found a carriage parked at the gate.

It was not the sort of carriage that Holmes or Watson would have used; it was richly inlaid with ornamentation and jewels, and had a canopy of expensive fabric, with purple tassels hanging down the sides.

"Probably a new guest has arrived," Elena guessed, "but...it seems too exaggerated."

And apart from the ostentatious color scheme that highlights the rich temperament, it is difficult for her to appreciate such a carriage.

She opened the door and turned the lock, and saw Mrs. Hudson downstairs with an anxious face.

"There is a person who went up to the second floor regardless of my obstruction," she said to Elena. "It doesn't look very easy to provoke... I am a little worried about Mr. Holmes."

"What?" Elena looked upstairs, "Break in directly?"

She frowned. "Didn't he tell you his name, Aunt?"

Mrs. Hudson nodded.

She sighed a little worried again, "He doesn't seem like a kind person..."

Elena comforted Mrs. Hudson a little, and planned to go upstairs to have a look, but happened to bump into that person walking down the stairs quickly.

That person brushed past Elena, and then stopped suddenly, staring at Elena.

"Why are you here?" He stopped Elena and asked in a strange tone.

Elena looked at the weird masked figure a little strangely.

"Who are you?" She frowned and asked, "I'm here, what do you care?"

After a pause, Elena added bluntly, "Are you the one who broke in without manners? It seems that your quality is not very good."

He almost pointed at his nose and said that he had too many things to do and something was wrong.

This directly angered the person in front of him. He scolded loudly, "Why do you dare to talk to me like this? Elena Molson?! Do you know who I am?"

"Keep your sanity, Your Majesty," Watson who heard the voice hurriedly opened the door and rushed out, "Miss Molson definitely did not mean to offend you—"

And Holmes followed behind him, and hurriedly stood beside Elena.

This "Your Majesty" reminded Elena of something.

She didn't take out the T-square very aggressively, but looked at the crown prince from head to toe, William Gotreich Sigismund, who was not only once the crown prince with no hope of ascending the throne, but the two had met several times His Majesty King von Ormstair.

"I said who was so arrogant, it turned out to be you, Your Majesty the King of Bohemia," Elena said, "I'm so glad that Miss Adler separated from you. It seems that your temper has become more and more bad after you took the throne. alright."

Regardless of how angry the King of Bohemia was when he tore off his mask abruptly again and his face was flushed, she asked curiously, "What are you entrusting, Your Majesty?"

Could it be that Miss Adler sent him an invitation, and he didn't want to go, but he couldn't find an excuse, so he came to ask Holmes for help?

That doesn't make sense either.

Is there something big going on in the country?An heirloom sapphire was stolen?

That's a good show to watch.

Due to Elena's identity and her father, although the King of Bohemia was a little angry, he still restrained himself.

"I'm going to get married," he replied word by word, "to marry a well-matched, noble and elegant princess."

He also specially re-read "Good Match" and "Nobility and Elegance", implying that it would be embarrassing for Elena to mix with Miss Adler, and this gang of unscrupulous people (including Holmes). aristocratic status.

Elena let out an "oh".

"And then," she didn't react, "are you here to send wedding invitations?"

Elena also pointed to the shoe cabinet next to her, "Then put it here and you can go, go back early, it's too cold here at night."

"But your lovely Miss Adler doesn't want me to marry!" said the King of Bohemia angrily. "She even threatened to send me a picture of us once taken together—"

Halfway through, he paused.

"It's useless for me to tell you this," the King of Bohemia turned cold. "You don't have the right to hear this. Well, since I haven't negotiated this entrustment, I'll leave first."

This time, Elena realized what he was going to say.

"Wait a minute," she stretched out her legs to block the way the King of Bohemia was going down, causing him to glared at Elena angrily again, "wait a minute."

Elena blocked the descending stairs, and the King of Bohemia, unable to stretch his legs down her skirts, was forced to stand still.

"What's the matter?" He swallowed his breath and asked.

"About the thing you said about sending the photos," Elena replied.

After sitting back in the reception room on the second floor, several people sat down again.

Elena handed the letter in the bag to the king, "Miss Adler is getting married, and she has been busy preparing for the wedding recently, how could she send you a letter?"

Will a person who is already preparing for a new life still be obsessed with the past?

To be honest, Elena didn't think this letter was sent by Miss Adler.

The king froze for a moment.

He retorted subconsciously, "Can she find time to write to me? Why not?"

Elena frowned.

"If you insist on thinking that way, I can't help it," she stood up unhappily, "you go, Your Majesty the King. Our small house is not enough for you. I'm afraid that His Majesty the King will be hurt. skin."

Upon hearing this, the King of Bohemia looked at the surrounding decorations and nodded.

"It's really not suitable for me to stay," he replied, "Your level has dropped significantly compared to before."

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At that time, Manchester was the place where British industry gathered. Britain was the factory of the world at that time, and the population concentrated there.

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