Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena pursed her lips and held back, but at least she didn't laugh.

But Giles didn't give the earl any face, he propped himself on the table beside him and laughed very loudly.

The count kept his face impassive, staring at him, wondering how long the guy was going to keep laughing.

10 minutes?half an hour?Can you laugh faster?

Fortunately, Giles stopped laughing for a while. He was holding on to the table to get up, but one hand shook and the table cracked.

The click was quite crisp, and Giles was stunned holding the broken piece of wood.

Want to lose money?Is he going to pay back again?

Giles looked at his hand in disbelief, shook it, and felt that he didn't have any special ability.

That is the poor quality of this table.

Giles held the piece of wood tremblingly, looked at Elena hesitantly, and asked, "Well, what's going on with this?"

And a little guilty.

Elena looked at the table and was also taken aback for a moment.

But before she could speak, Giles waved the wood in his hand, and some debris-like things floated out from the broken place, mixed with some powder, and fell to the floor.

Now Elena felt that something was wrong, and Eric's face also sank.

She reached out and stopped Giles from knocking a few times, "Wait a minute."

Eric took the broken piece of wood, took out a clean handkerchief from the side pocket, and wrapped the things carefully.

"Let's go out first," he said coldly.

Elena nodded and rang the bell next to her.

The staff member who was wearing tattered clothes and hadn't had time to be scary also noticed the seriousness of the situation. He took off his headgear, took the key in his pocket and directly opened the spare door.

The Earl didn't react at all.

"Do you want compensation?" He asked, "Then you go first, I will wait here."

The count was still immersed in that kind of frightened mood. Although he could barely stand and squat in place, he still couldn't move much.

It's a little easy to get stuffed when you move around.

Seeing that the faces of several people were not quite right, he added uncomfortably, "The door is open."

Too bad, it won't be exposed again, right?Or just let it go?

Elena couldn't help laughing.

"Father, there may be a problem with the table here." She pulled the earl back, "Let's go out together first."

The earl was not very happy, and patted her hand pretendingly.

Then lightly reprimanded her, "It's outrageous. You're so big, and you're still holding my arm."

Although he said so, he didn't move any more, and quietly took Elena's hand that was holding him, so as not to let go suddenly.

Elena bent the corners of her lips again, and held his hand a little tighter, her mood, which had been sinking because of the unexpected situation at the table, suddenly brightened up again.

A few people went to the lounge at the back, and Eric unfolded the handkerchief that he had been holding in his hand all the time, and placed it on the table in the center.

As a few people walked around, some powder spilled onto the originally snow-white handkerchief, making the stained area look a bit dirty and tan.

"Do you know what this is, Eric?" Elena asked hopelessly, "Or should we send this thing to the chemistry lab for testing?"

She didn't think Eric would know, she just asked casually, and she had already started thinking about where there was a laboratory nearby.

Eric shook his head.

"I don't know," he said hoarsely, "but I picked this table."

Elena looked at him.

"Someone tampered with the table?" she asked dryly.

Eric nodded.

The person in charge who heard the bell rang hurriedly and pushed the door open.

"What happened?" he asked, panting.

"I broke off a corner of the table," Giles explained kindly, "There are traces of adhesive on it, and an unknown powder inside."

Then he turned sideways to make room for the person in charge.

The person in charge is a distant relative of the Molson family, the blood relationship is very thin and almost non-existent.

He used to work as a clerk in a grocery store, but this time he heard that Elena built a new building, and there was a lack of a supervisor. Others took it as a joke, but he took it to heart, came to try it out, and it was a coincidence that he applied for the job on.

This job is not easy to come by, so I also attach great importance to the fact that Elena came here this time.

The person in charge looked at the things in front of him, and his face sank.

"Who is responsible for the daily maintenance of the table?" He raised his voice and looked at the staff standing behind him, "Who did it!"

An old man slowly stood up from the line.

"I am responsible," he replied dryly, coughing twice, "Sir, I don't know who did it..."

It was a thin old man, his old and wrinkled face was as dry as bark, and his hands were rough and cracked. It seemed that his family background was not optimistic.

Although Eileen didn't think he would lie, she also knew that this kind of thing didn't mean that she didn't think it was wrong.

"Has anyone else touched this table recently?" Elena asked.

She sighed, "If there is anything, stand up first. Since we found out in advance, we should solve it first. After all, nothing happened."

The person in charge shook his head.

"No, this thing has always been in charge of one person," he replied, "We have made a registration, and the hours of all staff members are set, and they are not allowed to move around outside the scope of work."

That's why he subconsciously yelled at the old man, because he was the only one who had been in contact with this thing, so he was the most suspicious.

Eric approached the old man, circled around him, and walked back to Elena.

"Not him," Eric said simply, "he doesn't smell of that."

Elena hummed.

"That's difficult." She looked at the earl. "Someone has already invited people from Scotland Yard, but should we invite Mr. Holmes to take a look? It feels a bit messy..."

A familiar voice came from the door.

"I have arrived," said Holmes, stepping over the row of employees behind him, "what happened?"

Watson followed behind him, apologizing to the people around him a little embarrassed.

"Look at this." Elena pointed to the corner of the table lying on it, "I don't think this is quite right."

She asked casually, "And the powder inside is not quite right. I'm going to ask a chemistry laboratory. Do you have any recommendations, Mr. Holmes?"

Holmes walked to the table and took out the magnifying glass from his pocket.

"I'll take a look first," he replied, "If I can't solve it, I'm afraid it's useless for you to find a laboratory, Miss Elena."

He observed for a while, chatted with Eric beside him, and called Watson again.

Watson glanced at the powder, and almost blurted out, "Devil's heel?"

Holmes nodded. He put the magnifying glass back in his pocket, took out the gloves, put them on carefully, and put a little on his fingertips.

"Be careful..." he murmured, and twisted a few times.

Watson's complexion had turned ugly now. He and Holmes went out to buy some daily necessities, but on a whim, it seemed that Miss Molson's "ghost house" was nearby, so he proposed to join in the fun.

But how could there be devil's heels in this place?

"What is the devil's heel?" Elena asked.

"I'm afraid it's not a very good thing," said Watson with a wry smile. "We—Holmes and I came across it some time ago, and it was a bit of a pain."

"It's a kind of plant in Africa. It's very scary," Holmes replied quickly. "The smell it produces after burning can strongly stimulate the brain center, causing people to have hallucinations about fear, which can make people go crazy or die."

He turned to the person in charge, "Is there a light on this table?"

The person in charge nodded.

"I remember there are," he replied affirmatively, "because it is arranged here with a dim light to create an atmosphere."

Holmes nodded.

"I need to go to the scene again," he asked bluntly, "Can anyone take me there?"

Seeing that Elena was about to speak, he added, "Miss Elena, you can rest here temporarily, it's safe here. I'll take the things away first, and I'll come back later to tell you the final result."

Elena nodded.

"I can," the person in charge replied, "Sir, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

He saw something from Elena's attitude towards Holmes, and quickly and politely led him to the back, "Because I am in charge of this area, I am quite familiar with this place."

Holmes nodded and motioned for Watson to follow. The responsible old man wanted to follow, but Holmes stopped him.

The three walked quickly, and the lounge was full of staff who were a little at a loss.

They looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Elena simply spoke, let them find chairs and sit down, and sent someone to report the incident to Scotland Yard.

That's basically fine.

Then there is the idle waiting.

Elena saw that the earl was drowsy, and asked someone to take a blanket from the cabinet next to him, and gently covered him.

Fortunately, Holmes was right, he did return very soon.

And Watson was carrying a child in his hand.

The child struggled a few times and opened his mouth to bite Watson. Seeing that he couldn't twist to the biting position, he stretched out his legs and kicked him.

When he reached the place, Watson let go of his hand, and he fell and turned around and ran.

"I know you," said Holmes. "You have to think about what will happen to you when you run away."

These words were obviously useful. The child gave Holmes a vicious look, but stayed unwillingly.

The person in charge didn't seem to have a good face either, as if he was annoyed at how he let the child in.

The child had just glued the corner of the table. He originally hid under the table. After gluing it, he wanted to find a chance to run away, but because Elena found out about it, the venue was cleared in an emergency. Although he fled to other places , but all the doors are locked.

He had no choice but to hide in the corner, thinking that he could run out while waiting for a check.

I didn't expect to be caught just like that.

"Who gave it to you?" Elena asked.

The child turned his head away, but was grabbed by the collar by the person in charge.

"Miss Molson is asking you something," the person in charge stared at him, suppressing his anger, "answer quickly."

Elena shook her head, motioning for him to let go.

Holmes put the things on the table, including the replacement table corner and the bit of adhesive.

"You don't need to press him," he said. "It's okay if he doesn't say anything. I already know who it is."

The child looked at him in surprise, but lowered his head again.

"Mr. Holmes," he murmured, "I...I can't help it. As I said, they won't let me go."

"But even if you didn't tell them, they didn't intend to let you go," Watson couldn't help but said, "How did they tell you? To let you stay here and light the table on the opening day?"

"Did they tell you this could scare people to death? No?" he demanded.

The child subconsciously said, "How do you know..."

He turned pale when he said the words.

"They told me it was just a prank." He looked at the people helplessly, "They said it was a particularly foul-smelling powder, and it was harmless to people when it burned, and I ran very fast..."

Here he got familiar with the terrain after running in once. He thought it was a prank, but he didn't take it seriously.

Elena sighed.

The incident ended with Scotland Yard taking the child away, and sending another group to take away the mastermind who was still at home.

After Inspector Lestrade greeted the two, he hurried to arrest the mastermind behind what Holmes said was "probably still drinking afternoon tea".

Elena didn't expect that she would get such revenge just because she simply rejected the business dealings of this building material company.

But Eric later told her that the company was actually on the verge of bankruptcy at that time, and was counting on the order from the Lindwim Museum to save the situation, but Elena rejected the company on the grounds that the quality was not good enough. revenge.

But the person in charge of that company claimed that the powder of the devil's heel was sent to him specially, and gave a letter as proof.

After several people went to check, they found that it was a fake address, and the information given on the letter was not enough to tell them who the sender was.

The investigation was at an impasse for a while, but Elena tried to find a way to go to the prison at this time.

Because she was worried, she also called Eric and Brut Jr., and found some trustworthy people to go with her.

The entrance is gloomy, dead trees and dilapidated gates, coupled with brown walls with dirty dark traces, always make people look a little repulsive.

The guards of the prison seemed to be greeted, and they were also polite and respectful to them.

But the dark smell unique to prisons in him almost overflowed, and it was exposed in front of Eileen from the details, making her a little subconsciously uncomfortable.

After entering this prison, she didn't greet the person in charge too much, but directly found the room where Moriarty was held.

"Did you do it?" Elena asked straightforwardly.

Moriarty, who was sitting at the table, looked up inexplicably.

"What?" He asked, put down the pen in his hand, and turned to look at her.

"Devil's heel," Elena replied.

She ran here almost without thinking.

After all, who else is this boring but Moriarty?

"Oh," Moriarty replied, and stood up slowly, "Yes, it's me."

He didn't seem guilty about this, "What, what happened?"

So fast?This surprised him a little.

Moriarty had been devising this link for some time.

His imprisonment was actually the result of several struggles. Many people had to protect him because of his interests, and there were also those who supported him. It really took a lot of effort, let alone the death penalty.

When he was doing nothing, Moriarty reflected on what omissions he had made in the previous few things.

Sometimes I have to admit that the structure and logic of the building are really useful, and that guy Molson is still a little bit right.

When conceiving this link, he considered many possibilities, but he still chose this one, because it is the safest and has the highest success rate.

Elena shook her head.

"No, we found out in advance," she asked a little puzzled, "Is there any benefit for you if I have an accident? Why do you always expect me to have an accident?"

Because she put Moriarty in jail?

No, this prison is so heavily guarded, how could he have time to deliver the news?

Still too busy.

Elena thought of her plan, nodded secretly, thinking it was feasible.

"Because you made me unhappy, Elena," Moriarty approached the railing, and replied slowly, "I think I need to teach you a lesson. Guess what's next?"

Is it clothes?or food?or…

Whatever it was, Moriarty could give it a try.

His manpower is still sufficient, not to mention that almost everything in London cannot escape his news network.

Elena looked at him and nodded.

"You're sick," she said in a declarative tone.

"I didn't," Moriarty replied, "otherwise why didn't you kill me?"

He tilted his head to look at Elena, and yawned again, "What's more, if this is a disease, then everyone in the world will probably go crazy. Aren't you curious? What's next?"

A drop of water fell on top of Elena's head with a clatter, and she was startled.

"I'm not particularly curious," she touched the top of her head, and said sincerely, "After this incident, I went to check the furniture, corners and corners, and then improved the management system and the like... You can save yourself a little trouble .”

"But man's evil is infinite," Moriarty sat back on the bed again, "you know that, don't you?"

Elena ignored him.

"I'm free," she concluded. "Although I can't kill you, I have arranged some roommates for you."

Moriarty was taken aback by her words.

"What roommate?" He subconsciously asked.

Then the guards of the prison grinned and let the people next door in.

His old acquaintances, a pair of brothers who want a sewing machine to make clothes and skirts in prison every day, and the other is a former military officer who insists on writing novels every day and tries to hook up with a rich woman through this.

Two groups of people lived in the two cells on the left and right of him, which was very lively.

What is this for?Are you going to live with him?

"I heard that they are very active and hardworking," Elena said finally. "I hope I can take you to work hard together. At least don't let you have time to think about it. Moriarty, you can be more busy."

She left very simply, but Moriarty couldn't help but look at these people.

The author has something to say: Moriarty: Weak, pitiful and helpless.jpg The writing is not satisfactory, and the 5000 words have been edited to more than [-] qaq

I haven't finished writing, the computer is out of power, I will get up tomorrow and continue

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