Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

When Elena arrived at the office the next day, everyone fell silent as soon as she entered the door.

It almost made her think that the noise she heard when she opened the door was an illusion.

Elena put the big and small bags in her hands on the small table at the door, and looked up at everyone.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a smile.

The people looked at each other.

Someone boldly stepped forward and looked at her, "Miss Molson, I heard that Miss Adler got married yesterday, right?"

Elena glanced at the man, with a straight face, "So well-informed?"

She was a little surprised by this.

Seeing that her tone of question was a bit serious, the man subconsciously shrank his head cowardly.

"Ah, this..." he replied, "This, that, my cousin's cousin's uncle's son works in the church..."

The other person couldn't stand it anymore and blocked him.

"I just saw the wedding news published in the newspaper today," the person said with a smile, "We thought it was the same name and surname—so it was really Miss Adler from the theater?!"

They all looked at Elena in unison, it seemed that they had known for a long time that she and Miss Adler had a good relationship.

Elena nodded, "Why not?"

With a smile in her tone, she motioned them to look at the table, "I went to the wedding yesterday. These are the candies I ordered from the owner of the candy store some time ago. Let's share some with each other. It can be considered that I have been in the crowd and attended the wedding. .”

The few people in the front row agreed excitedly, took the bags, and distributed them to everyone in the office.

Elena couldn't help laughing at their excited looks.

But it is also true that Ms. Adler's career is now in full swing, and most of the roles she plays and the plays she sings are also at the peak of popularity.

Not to mention that she is already superb in business, has excellent acting skills and is extremely alert, and she responds very quickly on the spot.

The theater owner also spoke highly of her, and even worried about whether she would leave the stage because of her marriage.

But Miss Adler said that this is her hobby, and I am afraid that she will not leave until she is too old to be on stage.

If she wasn't popular, Elena simply didn't know who would be popular.

Since it was a topic related to Miss Adler, it was rare for Elena not to urge them to work.

After all, it is a happy event, and it should be celebrated.

It's also normal to chat before work, and it's reasonable for Eileen to turn a blind eye to these young apprentices and draftsmen happily talking about these things.

Elena pushed open the office door, hung up the satchel, and opened the books on the table.

By the side, as usual, Little Brut has prepared a pen filled with ink and arranged sketch paper.

Then she sat up slightly and focused on the work in front of her.

The firm has recently received several commissions, including the design of a library, the renovation of a university building, and the design of several private residences, in addition to the factory owner from Manchester.

She drew a diagram and called Eric in again.

Eric sat across from her and took a few sheets of paper she sketched.

Then there was Elena Yu's relaxed voice, "How is it? Do you think these structures can be made?"

Several buildings in the picture look different, but without exception, they all look the opposite of ordinary buildings.

It's not long, it's kind of weird.

Eric froze for a moment, he looked at the picture drawn on the paper, "It's possible, it's just—"

Elena took his words.

"It's just the same as last time. It's quite a challenge?" She smiled and looked at Eric. "Since the first one has been built, I don't think the rest is difficult, what do you think?"

Eric was silent for a while, then nodded.

He replied in that charming voice, "I don't think there is any problem, there are a few points that need to be discussed..."

Elena moved her chair over, and the two got together like this, discussing again.

After talking about it in sevens and eights, the framework and structure were roughly determined before Eric walked out the door, twisted his stiff neck a little, and announced the next task to the people outside.

He basically serves as Elena's deputy architect now, handling some things in the office that are in line with architecture.

The daily affairs are handled by the assistant Brutt Jr., but some of the main structural designs of Elena's design are basically discussed and discussed with him, and finally finalized.

Compared with the fear of everyone in the past, most people in the office now call him Mr. Eric in a polite manner.

Like most full-fledged architects or structural designers, he also took several students as assistants and apprentices.

Some young architects in the firm don’t seem to be afraid of the mask on his face and his indifferent attitude. When they ran over to ask some difficult questions, they would laugh and call him “Mr. Eric”.

Although he didn't have a good attitude, he also agreed in a low voice, and went to the details with them a little bit.

After talking about the work of the past few days, everyone in the office nodded in agreement, and some people who were used to the busy work in the office started to make preparations.

Seeing everyone busy in an orderly manner, Eric nodded and returned to his office, busy with some details of the building structure.

He has a few thoughts...

However, no matter which ones you choose in the end, put them out and try them out first.

When Eric was devoting himself to designing the structural scheme, Elena was not idle.

She was thinking about the new factory design.

She has been to many modern factories, but she has not been to the current factory yet.

Due to the earl's order, the countess has never set foot in these places.

Most of the places she could come into contact with were decent places, and she had never come into contact with workers who were not very good in the Earl's eyes.

Of course, those factory owners who have only recently become rich have certainly seen it.

Since this is the case, it is very necessary to see what the factory looks like today.

Elena breathed a sigh of relief, put aside the newspaper in her hand that recorded the current situation of the factory, wrote down the item of going to the factory to investigate in the notepad, and started thinking about other things.

Since she gained a lot of limelight because of the Lindwim Museum, more and more people came to the firm to entrust her.

Elena's current problem is not thinking about too little work, but worrying about work arrangements.

It was not the first time that she was in a high position as a supervisor, and she had some choices for these commissions, but even so, her work schedule was full until the beginning of the year.

In fact, it might have been three or four years later if it hadn't been for Brut Jr. to say that it was already full.

After all, the current firm is quite popular. Everyone knows that this is an architectural firm that "has been praised by the Queen", and the principal is Earl Molson's daughter.

Who wouldn't be tempted by such a reputation coupled with a distinctive building?

Elena flipped through a few more pages of the notepad, and suddenly remembered that someone had handed her an invitation a few days ago, inviting her to a small party related to art.

She flipped through the booklet hanging on the side, and successfully found the invitation card from the bookshelf.

Putting the invitation aside, she sighed and devoted herself to detailing the commissioned buildings.

There are many things.

Busy until late at night, Elena was still frowning and thinking about the interior space layout of one of the client's houses in this entrusted task.

She was a little undecided.

Because this plot is so special, it is narrow and long, with green belts along the road on one side and forests and rivers on the other.

The best way is of course to arrange the windows facing the mountains and rivers, but in this case the light will be a little worse.

However, if lighting is taken into consideration, the functional layout must be reconsidered, and the layout of the bathroom, kitchen, living room and bedroom must be considered.

"Miss, it's time to get in the carriage," the coachman couldn't help reminding her when he saw her standing motionless by the carriage door.

Elena sighed.

After saying yes, she lifted her skirt and got into the carriage. There were several different combinations circling in her mind, but she couldn't think of anything else for the time being.

These things were still in Elena's mind until she got off the car.

Then she found that the coachman not only stood at the door with her, but also seemed extraordinarily tall.

Elena was stunned for a moment, looking at Mr. Coachman who was pretending to be serious to her, she couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Holmes? How did you become a coachman?"

Holmes winked at her.

He hasn't taken off his hat yet, and with his red beard and purposely painted black and yellow face, he is funny and cute.

"I happened to drop in on the way to handle the case, so I didn't take off my makeup," he explained, "I encountered a lot of interesting things today—"

Elena responded.

"Then I'll give you a good listen," she said, laughing. "You seem to be in a good mood today, Mr. Holmes?"

"Certainly," replied Holmes in a loud voice. "I must say that this is the funniest case I have come across in years..."

Mrs. Hudson opened the door and raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw the two of them coming back together.

The two took off their coats and handed them to Mrs. Hudson, talking and laughing side by side towards the second floor.

When Dr. Watson saw that the two had returned, he put down the book in his hand, "How is it, Holmes? Is your trip going well this time?"

Holmes sat directly on the seat, began to remove makeup, and replied while fiddling with those strange little things, "Of course. I have to say that this time the circus matter was perfectly resolved. When I left, Miss Sisley being comforted in her mother's arms."

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that Miss Sisley must be safe."

Then he turned to Elena who also sat down, "Ah, it's Miss Elena. The two of you happened to meet downstairs?"

Elena shook her head.

"Mr. Holmes's case is near the office this time," she said with a smile. "I just got out of the car and found out that he was disguised as a coachman. How can I remember that this is not the first time?"

"Another time," Holmes replied as he slowly tore off the mustache sticking to his lips, "it should be the time you went to Miss Adler's house, and I happened to drop by—what's the matter? "

"Nothing," Elena replied shaking her head.

So it's raw once and cooked twice?

Watson laughed.

"It's not the first time he's done it," he said, laughing. "He's used it to trick me and another gentleman into thinking he's a stubborn old fellow!"

Elena laughed, and Watson took the opportunity to talk to her a lot about Holmes like pouring beans.

Some happened when Elena was away (she was usually at the office), and some happened during or during the case.

Holmes, on the other hand, looked helplessly at the two discussing with one another, forgetting about him.

The two chatted from the case to the story, and then to the latest serialized novel in the newspaper, and then jumped to the office to entrust the house with how many "celebrities" in the newspaper, the conversation was full of enthusiasm.

Holmes breathed a sigh of relief.

After removing his makeup, he took out his beloved violin from the room, tested the sound, and then played it.

The melodious tune came from the corner where he was standing, and both Elena and Watson subconsciously stopped talking.

The two looked in Holmes' direction.

He was holding the piano attentively and piously, playing an unknown piece of music slowly and earnestly.

Those gray eyes were not the same as usual, when he was pressing the strings, there was a bit of lazy affection.

Along with the high or low tempo of the music, his windbreaker fluttered and raised an elegant arc, and the light shone on him, making his slender and powerful hands even more beautiful.

The melodious and elegant sound of the violin has the unique tone of the violin, against the dim and soft candlelight, it looks comfortable and peaceful.

Elena simply leaned back on the chair and listened silently.

With the swing of the bow, she randomly guessed the scene Holmes conceived.

It may be the afterglow before sunset, or the forest under the stars, the wilderness just after snowfall, or the non-stop seasonal changes from spring to autumn...

It was a peaceful and serene mood, with a unique rhythm, melodious and melodious, showing such a warm atmosphere around the small room warmed by the fireplace.

A month later.

"Miss Countess, that Heifetz office is really deceiving!" Little Brutt pushed open the door of her office and said loudly.

His clothes were also in a mess, his hat was crooked and crumpled, and he didn't know where he went.

Elena, who was discussing the details of the factory with Eric, looked at the little Brutt in front of her, and sighed helplessly, "Speak well. What Heifetz Office? Take your time."

Little Brutt gritted his teeth, "There is an architectural firm, the Heifetz Architects I just mentioned, they stole a lot of commissions from us! Damn it, they are imitating the design of the Lindwim Museum, my friend told My model of them is [-]% similar to the Lindwim Museum!"

Elena and Eric looked at each other.

"Their model?" Elena asked a little curiously, "What kind of house is that?"

"It's a school building," Little Brutt replied, "They also robbed us of a lot of orders—after the design draft of that school building was published in the newspaper, many people who came to me before and wanted to entrust They went to their side one after another...Many people have already signed contracts with them."

Elena laughed.

"Don't worry about this," she said lightly, "They are going to commission, just let them go."

She didn't take it to heart at all.

Not to mention that this superficial architectural style is neither her exclusive invention, nor is she deliberately constructing such a design type.

What's more, her design and conception of the interior space, and the frame structure that Eric and her built together are not so easy to imitate, let alone some new building materials that she got together through the trust of others.

In this case, copying can only take away a piece of skin, and the contents inside cannot be taken away.

Elena secretly thought, maybe she should thank this Heifetz firm, they also helped to share a lot of pressure brought about by innovation.

Not to mention that the people she hired recently seem to be very capable. When the king was alone, he had already succeeded in attacking him. He simply bagged him and beat him up. He didn't say anything during the period, and no one caught him. .

All in all, the task was completed very simply, and Elena was very happy to pay the money. She was even more happy when she saw in the newspaper that "the king of Bohemia has been attacked, and the suspect is suspected to be the prince of the country".

But her happy mood did not last for a few days.

This Heifetz firm, which popped out of nowhere, actually publicly declared war on her firm in the newspaper, saying that it wanted to win the position of "the top emerging architectural firm" in one fell swoop.

And I feel that the name "Minimalist White" given to the Lindwim Museum by punch magazine is simply not worthy of the name.

They even began to blatantly imitate some features of Elena's office, such as working overtime, staying up late, and rushing to draw pictures. The firm excludes Elena.

Her demeanor is very miraculous, as if she felt that she could replicate her success in one fell swoop.

Rumors were raging and reached Elena's ears, and she was a little amused by the vivid description of Little Brutt.

Not to mention anything else, how could it be possible to defeat her firm with such a childish means?

It's not that she relies on forming cliques to make a living. The client's entrustment and good reputation in the industry are the basis for the firm to make money.

Not to mention looking at the so-called architectural firms associated with Heifetz & Associates...

It is not enough to challenge her firm, let alone the earl will not sit idly by these things.

Besides, the common overtime work in Elena's office is simply because the office is really busy.

Instead of deliberately requiring these people to work overtime, they cannot go back until midnight, and they have to stay in the office even after finishing their work... Why did these people learn such things and go back?

However, there are other things to do today.

Elena looked at Little Brutt, "The 'Haunted House' has opened, I'm going to check it out, are you going?"

She inadvertently mentioned, "For the surrounding landscape design, I invited the recently well-known Master Viedown..."

Little Brutto nodded, consciously put aside those unrefined things, and began to chat about the difficulties encountered in homework recently.

Elena talked with him about these issues while walking, while Eric quietly followed the two of them, interjecting a sentence from time to time, pointing out some of the problems that little Brutt still had.

The office was not too far from the 'Haunted House', and the three of them arrived there very quickly.

Elena went into the back room to store things, but when she came out, she bumped into the Earl and Giles.

The count obviously didn't expect to see Elena here at this time.

He froze in place, thinking at this moment, shouldn't Elena be working on her design in the office?why here?

"Ah, what a coincidence, it's Miss Molson," Giles laughed immediately.

He said happily, "I know ghosts in haunted houses quite well... I want to see if I understand the same thing. Then your father happened to be a little curious about it at night, so he made an appointment to come over to see it while it was opening. look."

This sentence exposed the earl's truth suddenly.

But the Earl already knows how to deal with this kind of situation... the kind that practice makes perfect.

The count coughed and denied, "No, it was because you were curious that I reluctantly took a look with you."

The word "reluctantly" is accentuated, which seems to be very reluctant, but it has to be the same.

The author has something to say: Earl: I really don’t want to come…/Duplicately aiming at the haunted house

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