Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena stepped out of the prison door and sighed slowly.

Looking at the cloudy sky, she didn't know why she was here, or why she was not in the architectural firm now. Instead, she ran to deal with some projects that she thought had "nothing to do with her" and "can entrust a professional People solve" things.

Probably Moriarty really touched her bottom line this time, Elena thought uncertainly.

It was the first time she discovered that people could do such things when they were bored.Nothing else, let a child fill the table with devil's heels, and deliberately tell him to knock over the candle burning lamp...

It really made her a little physically disgusted.

It is obviously not that difficult to coerce and lure the brothers, not to mention that she also thinks that she does not have such strange ideas as Moriarty, and she does not need them to do some fatal things for her.

Supervising a Moriarty was easier than doing anything else.

As for the two who used to be Moriarty's subordinates, and have been influenced by Moriarty's ideas all the year round...

It's up to them to worry about it, Elena doesn't plan to arrange everything for them.

After all, only by sticking to your point of view and staying until the end can you get what she promised, right?

...She actually hates doing this kind of thing.

But there are some things that the Earl cannot be expected to do.The housekeeper could indeed help with this kind of thing before, but she couldn't escape for the rest of her life.

Yes, Eric can help with it too, if not, little Brutt is fine.

But Elena felt she had to give it a try.She didn't intend to be in a situation where she was threatened by Moriarty anytime, anywhere, this situation should have been reversed long ago.

What's more, she draws pictures every day and works every day, leaving Moriarty alone in prison to find ways to hinder her work?

Impossible, if you want to be busy, let's get busy together.

Elena thought confidently that it would be more beneficial to contribute value to the society and shine than to think about stuffing things into her buildings.

With her kindness, she hoped that Moriarty would not let her down.

Blinking her dry eyes from staying up late all year round, Elena who put aside all these inexplicable things turned her head to look at Eric.

"Let's go back to the office now, or should we go back and have a rest?" She asked his opinion, "I was busy all night yesterday, thank you for your hard work."

Eric shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, but when he got to his mouth, he felt that there was nothing more to say.

"All right," he replied in a low voice.

Elena nodded, and then looked at Little Brut next to her.

Little Brutt twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking about his salary, decided to bury his thoughts in his heart.

"Let's go to the architectural office," he said insincerely, "I have been busy with other things all night, and I really want to work now."

Hearing this, Elena couldn't help giving him a strange look.

"You really think so?" she asked, "I remember you complained to Vivian yesterday that you have too much work this time..."

Vivienne is another female engineer in the firm. She used to accompany her husband in architectural design work, but after her husband passed away two years ago, she had to rely on her brother's support.

Since the savings at home were not enough for her and her two sons to go to school, Vivienne saw the firm's newspaper recruiting engineers by chance, so Vivienne wrote down the address and came to apply for the job.

But little Brut never imagined that his casual complaints could be heard by Elena.

God, this is just a casual statement, and it can't be true!

The back of Brutt's neck felt cold, and he only felt that his wallet was empty in front of his eyes.

"No, no, nothing," he quickly lied with a smile, "What I complain about is that there is too much work this time, which leads to things not being perfect... In our line of work, it doesn't matter if you work too much, it's what you make after feeling too much It’s not perfect, and that’s what worries me the most.”

Elena gave him a funny look.

"Ah, that's right," she nodded and asked jokingly, "but I think sometimes you should do something that breaks through your limits, what do you think?"

Little Brutt nodded approvingly.

He forcibly pressed his trembling hand in his pocket, and replied forcefully, "Miss Molson, you are absolutely right!"

on the street.

Holmes caught the culprit almost effortlessly this time.

After calming down the client, and talking to Inspector Gleason who rushed over to explain the reason, he left the client's house and walked to his temporary residence on Baker Street.

It's getting a bit chilly in London right now.

Yellow-brown dead branches and leaves were scattered on the ground and piled up on both sides of the road.A bit of bleak wind swirled and blew the street, some of these tattered leaves were blown directly into the air, and some floated long tracks on the ground like dragging their tails.

Holmes gathered his overcoat a little and walked towards the newsstand.

He reached out and flipped through the newspapers outside a few times, and bought it with money.

Seeing that it was him, the owner of the newsstand smiled and talked to him, "Mr. Holmes? Are you interested in this too?"

He pointed to the cover of the first page of the newspaper, and muttered, "Let me tell you, this is the first time I've seen a newspaper sell so fast. But it's no wonder that the architect's exclusive interview is the architect that His Majesty praised, and It's a noble lady..."

Holmes gave a slightly indifferent "hmm".

He casually looked at the newspaper with Elena's photo printed on it, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his arms.

After leaving the newsstand, there is a row of bright and beautiful clothing stores opposite.

Holmes glanced at it disinterestedly, and rushed to Baker Street according to the map in his mind.

He walked quickly there, and after a while, he backed up again.

The calm and sharp appearance of Holmes is reflected in the clear glass.

But his eyes were fixed on a flower shop that was crowded in the row of clothing stores and opened crookedly in the cracks.

It was just a joke with Little Brut, and Elena didn't plan to stay in the office for a long time.

She sorted out her things a little, and sorted out some things that she planned to finish at night to take back, and she planned to go back.

It was still very bright when Elena left the office, and it was almost evening when she got home, neither too late nor too dark.

The evening sun seemed to tentatively reveal a few figures from the gloomy clouds, and the originally gray-white sky also took on a little red.

After Elena got out of the carriage and opened the door with the key, she smelled a light and fragrant fragrance.

She looked around and found that the thin white flask on the table on the first floor had been replaced with a fresh bouquet.

Elena didn't have any in-depth research on flowers, and she couldn't call out its name, but she just thought that this flower was quite beautiful.

Emerald green leaves and stalks set off the floating white flowers in the center, and the stamens in the middle are bright yellow. The petals are stretched and seem to exude a faint fragrance.

Elena blinked in surprise.

"Who did this?" she said to herself.

No one answered her.

The surrounding area was quiet, and the flax-colored curtains fluttered with the wind, making a rustling sound against the window frame.

Not just on the first floor, Elena went upstairs and turned around, and found that almost all the places where flowers could be placed had been replaced with fresh flowers.

Including the door of her room, a bouquet of flowers was also placed on the small table under the wall where the oil painting was hung.

The flowers just lay there quietly, tied up by light blue ribbons, and the petals were all squashed a little.

Elena hurriedly took the flowers into the room from the door, turned on the faucet, took some tap water into an empty glass bottle, and inserted the flowers into it.

After dealing with the bouquet of flowers, Elena planned to go downstairs again.

She was wondering whether she would eat at home or go to a restaurant outside tonight.If you are going out to eat, you must inform Mrs. Hudson, otherwise it will be wasted if you make too much dinner...

Elena stepped on the steps and ran downstairs, unexpectedly ran into Holmes who was dressed casually and opened the door of his bedroom.

It seems that he has not been back for a long time. His hair is still fluffy and loose on his shoulders. There is a cup of tea on it.

Seeing that it was Elena, Holmes was obviously taken aback.

He looked at Elena, "Miss Elena? I thought you were still at work. Oh no, you went to the prison today and talked to Moriarty. He admitted that what happened this time was his Mastermind?"

Elena nodded.

"I came back early today," she said with a smile, "and occasionally I have to try to get off work early, well, I think it might be more convenient to take the rest of the work home... I did go to see Murray today Artie."

Speaking of Moriarty, Elena pursed her lips, "He still looks the same. But I think he doesn't have the energy to do other things now, so I found some things for him to do."

Elena pinched her fingertips and made a small gesture.

Indeed, very few, after all, only three people were found for him as companions.

Holmes raised an eyebrow.

But Eileen didn't care whether he introduced the whole story of this matter or not.

She changed the subject and asked casually, "Mr. Holmes, do you have something to go out later? I plan to go out for dinner, do you want to come together?"

Although she asked, Elena did not expect Holmes to agree.

Whenever Holmes goes out, he basically has a case to investigate or discovers something new. He himself doesn't like to go out very much. Whenever he can stay in the house, he stays in the house. This is very similar to Elena. .

However, Elena herself has been very busy recently due to repeated investigations. Although she doesn't really want to stop the work in hand, she always needs to take a break after every busy day.

Although many people laugh as a drawing machine that doesn't get tired, Elena is also aware of her physical condition, she won't lose the chain when she is nervous, and she is unambiguous when she needs to relax.

Holmes, who was questioned by her, nodded.

"Wait a minute," he said, and closed the door.

Elena froze for a moment, and not long after, the door opened.

Holmes came out of the room, changed into formal clothes, looked at her, "Let's go."

Elena thought in surprise, isn't this too fast?

But Elena has to say, after he changed into this outfit, he looked even more, um

She couldn't think of an adjective, but if she really wanted to say it, Elena felt as excited as if she was about to have dinner with Brunelleschi.

Maybe Elena was in a daze for a while, Holmes adjusted his neckline, and asked lazily and cheerfully, "So what's your answer, Miss Elena?"

The author has something to say: There should be another update today

There were tap water pipes in London in the Victorian period, and they were usually double-ended, with cold water on one side and hot water on the other, instead of the cold and hot water used today, which can be mixed and adjusted for temperature (it is said that many London houses still retain this tradition. Custom, Churchill visited Moscow during the war and was very surprised and appreciated this magical water pipe system with mixed hot and cold water)

Brunelleschi, whose full name is Filippo Brunelleschi, was born in Florence in the 14th century. He was an outstanding architect during the Renaissance and one of the architects whom Elena admired. His famous works are Dome of the Cathedral of Florence.At a time when all Italy was admiring the Gothic style, he revived the classical cornice moldings, and restored the Tuscan, Corinthian, Doric, and Ionic orders as they were.