Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena held back, but didn't hold back.

She pulled out the T-square in her skirt neatly, imitating the tone of the King of Bohemia and threatening him, "If you continue to insult me ​​like this, I promise you will get the lesson you deserve."

The T-square seemed to understand what she meant, and jumped a few times.

The King of Bohemia took a big step back and drew his sword.

He held the sword in front of his body and said loudly, "Do you know what you are doing? Molson, do you want to start a war between countries?"

This is too much.

It's just a little verbal dispute, there is no need to rise to this level.

Watson wanted to smooth things over, but was stopped by Holmes.

"She can do it herself," said Holmes, looking again at Elena.

Elena twitched the corners of her mouth, and retracted the T-square.

"No, we are just having a friendly and peaceful conversation," she said softly, "As for whether this will rise to the level of inter-country-could you just intentionally insult our country's aesthetics? Is it, Your Majesty the King?"

The King of Bohemia choked for a moment, and he was a little embarrassing this time—since he became king, few people dared to talk to him like this.

But in any case, it is absolutely impossible to respond to the phrase "insulting the aesthetics of Great Britain". Once the words are uttered, the nature becomes serious.

But he couldn't help thinking, how can a mere daughter of an earl speak so loudly and represent the aesthetics of Great Britain?

Oh yes, her father was a court architect...

"No no no, of course not," the King of Bohemia replied honestly, "just a little personal..."

He looked at Elena's approaching T-square again, and corrected the following words wisely, "A small suggestion. So, can you put the T-square back, Miss Molson?"

Elena nodded.

"I hope you will be so self-aware next time, Your Majesty," she said sarcastically, holding up the T-square vertically, "after all, not everyone is as good-tempered as I am."

Nonsense!

The King of Bohemia believes that there is no one in this world who is more arrogant, irritable and unreasonable than Elena Molson.

This can't even be called a woman!How can a woman be neither gentle nor cute, not only does she not know how to dress herself, but she thinks about architecture, architecture, or architecture all day long?

But people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Glancing at Elena again, he dismissed the idea of ​​"reminding" Holmes and Watson to keep it secret.

"Then since it's all right, I'll go first," the King of Bohemia looked at the few people who had already chatted, and said with humiliation.

he's so big a king here

Forget it, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the sea and the sky.

It is better for him not to express his anger.

"Huh?" Elena turned her head unexpectedly, "No, just wait."

After explaining to Holmes a few more words, she ran upstairs to change her clothes in a hurry, and said, "I happen to be going to Miss Adler's, don't you have any questions? Go and clarify in person."

The King of Bohemia and Holmes were left standing side by side.

The King of Bohemia was stunned for a moment.

He asked in disbelief, "Is she really so kind?"

No, it's not right that this guy is so kind.

When she was on a study tour with her father before, the incident of hitting him on the ground because he said "what is this picture" still fresh in his memory... Oops, it can't be a scam, can it?

For example, when you arrive at a place, it turns out that it is a newspaper, and then the King of Bohemia's unmarried love affair was exposed, the princess refused to marry him, and finally the two countries went to war?

The King of Bohemia couldn't resist asking the famous detective, but remembered that the detective seemed to be on good terms with Molson as well.

He gasped and couldn't help becoming alert.Could it be that several people teamed up to set him up?Damn, which of his brothers?He is a duel champion!When you go back, you must give these people some color!

Holmes did not care what the expressive Majesty was saying.

He looked at the King of Bohemia, "Your Majesty, you will wait in the carriage for a while, and Miss Elena will talk to Miss Adler about the specific situation. After talking about these things in general, we will go in again. "

The King of Bohemia looked at him, "Are you waiting in the car with me?"

Holmes nodded, and Watson beside him also nodded.

"The two of us will stay with you," he said.

The King of Bohemia breathed a sigh of relief, that's fine.

"You can get into my carriage later," he said in an unquestionable tone.

Watson stammered "It's an honor", as if it was a great honor.

Holmes frowned slightly, but said nothing.

However, Elena who came down from upstairs after changing her clothes had a different opinion.

"No," Elena bluntly refused upon hearing what the King of Bohemia said, "It's too ugly."

"Who do you call ugly?" The King of Bohemia thumped the table angrily, "Okay, don't go."

Then he took a step and walked away. After taking two steps, it seemed that something was wrong.

"Okay," Elena replied leisurely leaning against the table, "I won't go, you are looking for her alone? Do you have the guts?"

She didn't believe that this guy had the guts to go to Miss Adler.

"...No," the King of Bohemia replied after muttering for a long time.

He came back aggrieved again.

on the carriage.

Elena finally took a step back and chose a more spacious noble carriage with cushions and shock-absorbing treatment inside.

As for the outside, out of sight and out of mind, she just pretended not to know.

Now holding her little bag and listening to the King of Bohemia explain what's going on, she couldn't help frowning as she listened.

Miss Irene Adler met the King of Bohemia who was still the crown prince when she was passing by a certain place, and the two fell in love.

Love is beautiful, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is desperate to get along with her, and has taken strict confidentiality measures, blindfolded all those who provided services for the private meeting between the two, and expressly forbids them to take it off.

The two had a very sweet time. By coincidence, Miss Irene Adler took a photo with him, and that photo is still in her hand.

The reason they separated was that the King of Bohemia didn't think that the two of them would really be able to get married. Irene Adler's status was limited, but he definitely wanted to marry a noble princess.

Not long ago, he booked a more suitable marriage with a princess from another country. That princess was extremely fragile and sensitive to such matters. On the eve of the wedding, the king received a letter from Ms. Irene Adler, Threatening him to send the photo to the princess if he gets married. "...that's basically how things are anyway," the King of Bohemia said with a sigh.

He did have a very happy time with Irene Adler, which he missed even now, but it was another matter from Miss Adler sending him a letter to threaten him now.

Holmes sat on one side, leaning against the wall of the carriage, and sighed.

Elena was already very angry.

"So, you never took this relationship seriously, did you?" She asked annoyed, stood up, and almost grabbed the guy by the collar.

The King of Bohemia avoided sideways, facing Elena's accusation, he couldn't help but excuse himself.

"I loved her, but it's impossible to cross my class. She should understand who she is," he retorted, "marrying me and becoming the queen of this country is absolutely impossible, isn't it?"

He paused, and couldn't help but said, "You too, Miss Molson. Don't hang out with these guys... What are they?"

"If you hang out with these people, what else can you get in the end other than not getting married?" He continued, "To be honest, I don't think it's a good thing... No matter where you are, you shouldn't forget your identity."

Elena twitched her lips.

Don't say that she didn't think much about marriage, just say who she hangs out with - her father, Earl Molson, has wiped out all these things when he married her mother, and he is still a hehe The famous and high-status Chief Palace Architect, no matter whether he is an upstart or an old school nobleman, he has to give him some face.

Elena knew that there were even many people who were still talking about the Earl's cunning behind his back, but he actually hooked up with the upstart like this and kept in touch with the original person, taking both sides, cunning, too cunning.

Since this is the case, besides her father, who is qualified to talk about her?

Elena found that this guy's brain was not very good, and he was still talking about the same thing as a few years ago.

It has been so long since the industrial revolution, and he still has his old circle of relationships. "Indeed, it's a loss to marry you," Elena stated, "It's a good thing to stop the loss in time."

She sat back on her seat again, "You wasted her years, if you want me to say, you deserve it. You really disgust me."

"How do I deserve it?" The King of Bohemia asked back, "It is obvious that she was at fault for threatening me with the photo. You are so narrow-minded and biased!"

"Okay," Elena originally gave up arguing with him, but upon hearing this, she sat up again.

"Who took the picture?" she asked.

"I—but she was pestering me at the time, and I couldn't help it," the King of Bohemia explained for himself, "I didn't care at the time..."

"It's your negligence. I fell in love with her and I just used her as a pastime. I never thought about what will happen in the future," Elena said calmly. Is it humiliating to threaten you?"

She went on to say, "I guess you should have thought of a lot of ways? To steal, to rob, kidnap her friends and relatives to threaten..."

The King of Bohemia sighed.

"Yes," he answered, "she told you?"

"No, she never talked to me about this matter at all," Elena looked at him, "I guessed, it seems I guessed right. But it's not difficult to guess, you are like this people."

Her words didn't save the King of Bohemia any face.

The King of Bohemia moved his lips, but could not utter a word.

After a while, he said slowly, "I was sincere at that time..."

"It turns out that your sincerity is worthless," Elena said coldly. "After you separated, you didn't give her anything, did you?"

"No, I did, but she refused," the King of Bohemia explained in embarrassment, "I tried, and I begged her to keep even one or two—"

At this moment, the carriage stopped slowly.

The King of Bohemia stopped short, realizing that he had talked too much.

Holmes, who was sitting next to Elena, slowly took out something from the back of Elena's invitation.

He slowly pulled the plastic-like thing out of the envelope bit by bit.

"What is this?" Watson, who was sitting next to Holmes, asked curiously.

It was a photo.

The King of Bohemia reached out to ask for it, but Holmes ignored him and handed it to Elena directly.

Elena glanced at it, and put the photo upright, with the side with the image facing the King of Bohemia, "This should be what you want."

It was a photo of the two of them leaning on each other. At that time, the young and energetic crown prince was sitting on the seat, and Irene Adler was leaning on the back of his chair, with her arms around him.

The two looked very close, with smiles in love on their faces, no one would have thought that the two of them would be able to get into trouble like this now.

The King of Bohemia seemed to reach out for it, halfway out, then retracted.

"Is there a lighter?" he asked.

Holmes glanced at him and nodded.

The King of Bohemia let out a slow breath when the lighter burned the photo he had been thinking about into a pile of fine black ash.

"Thank you," he said, "and I'm sorry to her. I'm sorry..."

Elena shook her head.

"If you're really sorry, you should tell her to her face," she said precisely.

The King of Bohemia shook his head.

"She put the photo here because she hoped that I wouldn't bother her anymore," he said with a wry smile, "I'm afraid I will upset her if I go."

Speaking of this, he looked at Holmes again.

"After solving this matter, I still haven't paid you," he said hastily, "Thank you for your hard work, Holmes, what do you want? As long as I have something, just ask."

The King of Bohemia put the serpentine ring on the small table of the carriage, "This emerald ring? A house? Money?"

Holmes shook his head.

"No, no," he said coldly, "I don't think you have anything left to give me."

The King of Bohemia forced a smile.

He watched a few people get off his royal four-wheeled carriage and enter the Brioni Mansion where Irene Adler is currently living temporarily.

After a while, the king couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

"She should have been a very good mother and queen..." he murmured, "It's a pity that she is not in the same position as me."

Holmes and Watson were dragged to the living room by Miss Adler's fiancé to smoke some cigars, while Elena carried her skirt and walked to Miss Adler's room familiarly.

Elena went inside and found Miss Adler putting on makeup.

Seeing her coming, Miss Adler turned her head slightly to look at her.

"Has the matter been resolved?" Miss Adler asked, obviously relieved, "This is really troublesome for you..."

Her original plan was to send the invitation to Elena, but it would be sent to Holmes, who would settle the matter smoothly after going through it.

But since Elena brought them here, there must be some small mistakes in the details.

But since the king didn't come in, the result should be fine.

"It's not troublesome," Elena shook her head, and said, "He said he wanted me to express his apology to you on his behalf, and said that he would not disturb you and your relatives and friends in the future."

Then he continued the next sentence with a hint of sarcasm, "After I knew it, he still wanted to attack you. He thought too much."

Miss Adler gave a very light laugh.

Seeing her smile, Elena breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry about his words," she persuaded again, "As far as his IQ is concerned, even if he wants to marry you, I will persuade you—it is said that the intelligence of parents will affect the intelligence level of children, and you are not on the same level as him." In terms of level, I think it is too bad."

This time, Miss Adler turned her chair around and looked at her.

"And what do you think of me and Godfrey?" she asked with a smile. "I'd like to hear that."

Elena subconsciously said, "Of course they are a match made in heaven! Mr. Norton is a gentle and kind person, much better than that Olmstein."

This made Miss Adler laugh.

She stood up from the shadows, walked to a slightly brighter place, and showed Elena the skirt on her body.

"How is it?" asked Miss Adler, smiling.

Only then did Elena realize that Miss Adler was wearing a wedding dress, and she praised, "It's beautiful!"

Then I remembered that there seemed to be a wedding dress in my home, which was long and very old-fashioned.

When she was a child, she rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find hidden models. It seemed to be the old wedding dress that her mother wore when she got married and was passed down from her grandmother's generation...

"Time is running short," Miss Adler lovingly touched the flowers on her body, "but fortunately, the person I met was right."

She picked up the bouquet on the table, got up and walked a few steps, "Let's go."

Elena froze for a moment.

"I thought today was just, uh..." she stammered.

Miss Adler looked at her and couldn't help laughing again.

"Think today is just a rehearsal?" She asked narrowly.

Elena nodded embarrassingly, "Are you going to be a witness? Oh no, I didn't have time to inform Mr. Holmes that they changed their clothes—"

"It's okay," Miss Adler said with a smile, holding her arm. "None of us thought of asking for a witness."

"Ah, then what are you planning to do?" Elena looked at her, "I think it's a bit difficult without a male witness..."

After all, in this era, there are no witnesses, and the pastor has every reason to think that this is an elopement rather than a legal marriage, so he refuses this wedding. Doesn't the marriage fail?

"Catch one on the street," Miss Adler said with a smile. "If the unlucky man agrees, I might even give him a gold coin as a souvenir!"

She looked at her fiance, "Let's go."

Elena looked at the two holding hands and couldn't help laughing.

Although she doesn't feel much about marriage, she thinks it's really good that friends can get her own share of happiness.

This is really a very lucky thing.

She was about to follow the footsteps of the two, but found Holmes standing beside her at some point.

He looked down at Elena, and said softly, "Let's go."

Elena looked at him and nodded with a smile.

The author has something to say: a little late orz

The computer broke down today, and I took it for repair in the afternoon. I thought happily that I could update it today and after [-] o'clock in the evening, the boss: the computer has been repaired.

Me: Just talking.

Sure enough, the update can't be blah blah blah (drag away.jpg

According to the original book, Irene Adler was really angry at the time (but the king was really scumbag.

In the original book, Sherlock Holmes was temporarily arrested as a witness

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Time Traveler 1;

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