Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

five hours ago.

As soon as Elena stepped onto the carriage going to the office, there was a carriage rushing towards Baker Street.

The count was jolted by the carriage.

Holding his gentleman's stick, he said in a weak tone, "I said, Bona, can you slow down?"

The butler lifted the rein in his hand as if he had never heard of it, which made the earl retract his head in fright.

"I just procrastinated for a while," he muttered, "It's only one day, work is not very important..."

Isn't it just that after complaining about my daughter the day before yesterday, I was a little delayed at work.

It's nothing, it's the daughter who took Zhang Zi away and gave him time to be lazy.

The coachman at the side gave the earl a sympathetic look, which made the earl want to refute.

However, thinking about the butler in front of him, the Earl obediently kept his mouth shut.

Although it was nothing to him, if Bona, the housekeeper, heard about it, he would not be able to live this month.

The speed of the carriage gradually slowed down, and then it stopped steadily at the gate of 221b Baker Street.

"My lord," said the butler in a low voice, "here we are."

He casually handed the reins to the coachman who got out of the carriage first, staring longingly at the rope in his hand, and got out of the carriage first.

Then he stood by the side, waiting for the earl to recover.

The driver at the side took the rope handed over by the steward almost tremblingly.

He had never dreamed of driving the horse so fast.It's so exciting.

The driver sat back in the front seat, looked at the butler, and then at his exhausted horse.

Although the tip is enough, he will definitely not accept this kind of order next time!Absolutely not!

The count helped the butler get out of the carriage, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"Are you sure you want me to knock on the door?" the count asked sadly, "I don't think Mona will let us in."

"It's okay, my lord," the butler said calmly, "It doesn't matter if you don't go in, I can make you a comfortable enough open-air bed at the door."

This is a glaring threat.

"How can you be so cruel?" the count said bitterly.

But when he met the butler's calm eyes, he immediately lost his temper.

OK, I knock and I knock.

Gritting his teeth, the count reached out and knocked on the door.

Inside, Mrs. Hudson had just scrubbed the dishes and put them on the cupboard.

Hearing the knock on the door knocker, she wiped her hands on her apron, "Here we come."

She opened the heavy door, and saw a very familiar and annoying face.

That shameless earl was standing at the door of her house, and when he saw her coming, he actually showed a forced smile!

Doesn't he know how much he hates it?

"Hi, Mona," the count subconsciously said when he saw Mrs. Hudson, "It's been a long time—"

Bang, the door was closed.

The raised dust scratched his face, and the door almost hit the tip of his nose.

The Count froze.Immediately after that came the sky full of anger.

"Mona Hudson, open the door!" He banged on the door, "Open the door for me!"

There was no movement inside the door.

"You open the door for me!"

Still no response.

The continuous knocking on the door did not knock the door open, but attracted the attention of the tenants on the second floor.

Holmes stood by the living-room window, drew the curtains, and gazed down.

"Who is knocking on the door?" Watson sat on the chair and yawned. "Mrs. Hudson's enemy?"

He got up and straightened his clothes, "Should we go down and have a look? It feels like Mrs. Hudson might not be able to handle—"

"Mrs. Hudson's brother-in-law, Miss Molson's father, the Earl of Molson," Holmes interrupted, "is supposed to be looking for Miss Molson."

He looked down, "Only brought one attendant. Both of them have the outline of a wooden warehouse in their coat pockets."

"So..." Before Watson could say anything, the Earl's roar came from below.

"If you don't open the door again, I will really get angry, Mona," the count threatened. "The consequences of my anger will be very serious, and you will never be able to afford it!"

"You're really angry," Mrs. Hudson sneered, leaning against the door, "Come on, let me have a baby, and see what you have grown up in these years besides bullying your children?"

The two looked at each other.

"Take your barn, Watson," said Holmes in a low voice.

The two hurried downstairs and stood beside Mrs. Hudson.

"Take it easy, Mrs. Hudson," Watson whispered reassuringly, "we will help you. No gentleman would refuse to help a lady in distress."

The earl outside the door looked around vigilantly and confirmed that there was no one there.

After sorting out his thoughts, he simply lay down on the spot and sobbed.

"Yvette who died young, look at your poor husband," he wailed without thinking, "look at how your husband has been bullied by your sister, she won't even let me see her child— "

The butler was quite used to standing aside to help him watch the wind, and by the way used his calm eyes to scare away some people who came to watch.

Sure enough, within ten seconds, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Mrs. Hudson said with a livid face, "You really have grown a lot."

The earl took no time to get up from the ground, and walked into the door of Baker Street with a smile.

"That's that," he said without any shame, "after all, you have to raise a child, if you don't grow up, how can you do it?"

Then I met two strange, astonished faces.

His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously raised his face, "Who are you?"

Almost without turning his head, the earl blurted out, "I haven't seen you for so many years, have you raised your face?"

Mrs. Hudson darkened.

When the unhappy Mrs. Hudson served the tea, the Earl took a sip, almost curled up on the sofa in satisfaction.

As soon as this idea came up, he got a stare from the butler.

The count had no choice but to put down the teacup and asked, "Where's Elena?"

"Going out," Mrs. Hudson replied.

She said impatiently, "Don't ask me where she went, I don't know, and I don't have time to entertain the honorable Earl. You can leave after drinking this cup of tea."

"But I'm here to find her..." Halfway through the words, the earl's eyes lit up.

That's right, it's not a good thing that people don't know where they are. Anyway, he doesn't want to go back to work, and he will consume energy for a while.

Satisfied, he took a sip of tea and ate another biscuit, intending to stay here until his daughter came back.

Watson next to him was a little at a loss, while Holmes was leaning against the wall.

"May I ask a question, Your Excellency," he said suddenly, "why are you so obsessed with getting Miss Molson home?"

The Count frowned.

Anyway, Mrs. Hudson was not there, so he raised his airs again and looked at Holmes.

"What qualifications do you have to ask me this question, huh?" He said arrogantly, "This is my family business, Elena is my daughter, this meddlesome gentleman, please recognize your identity. No comment."

"I know where Miss Molson is now," Holmes said succinctly. "I also know that she may encounter some problems this time, and may need your help."

He pondered for a moment, then added, "I'm her friend."

The count frowned and asked, "How do you know? She told you? What's your relationship?"

"No comment."

The count choked.

He stood up straight, walked quickly to the fireplace, picked up the copper coal tongs, and shook them hard twice.

When the two of them became completely nervous, thinking that the earl couldn't help but use violence.

He said kindly, "I'll light up the fire for you, can you explain it to me?"

The third floor of a noisy architectural office.

The people in the meeting room were completely blown away, none of them could accept the fact that the firm could not continue to operate and was about to be dissolved.

The earl came with his head held high and his chest held high, and walked away arrogantly.

By the way, he also took away his daughter, his students, and his students' students.

Elena who was following behind looked at her vigorous father, silently swallowed the words in her mouth, intending not to tell her father the truth.

He must be out of his mind with anger, otherwise why didn't he think that he would not be able to fire employees after divesting?

Sitting in the carriage back to Baker Street, Elena quietly opened the small bag she was carrying with her, took out a book, and read it.

The count looked out of the window boredly.

He wondered why he didn't think of bringing a book with him?

Looking at Elena who was reading with her head down, he couldn't help asking, "Is there nothing you want to ask me?"

Hearing this, Elena put down the book.

"One question," Elena said, "I didn't tell anyone where I went, how did my father know I was here?"

"Your neighbor told me," said the Count.

And because he was very diligent to burn the fireplace very vigorously, he talked for a while longer.

"Then how did you get them to tell you?"

Elena knew that her two neighbors would never leak the secret easily.money?that power?oppression?

The count was momentarily stopped.

He can't really tell his daughter that your father not only burned the fire for a long time to hear the story, but also acted and cheated in order to hide the reason why he asked you to come home?

He pondered for a while, then said earnestly, "I used some small tricks on them."

Elena was stunned.

"Did you torture them?" She raised her voice sharply, her eyes filled with disappointment, "Father, how could you do this? Now is a civilized society, you are a crime!"

The earl was also stupid.

He explained blankly, "I don't have one?"