Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

There was a little upward hook at the end of that sentence, which caused Elena to subconsciously look up at him.

Holmes leaned against the doorframe, awaiting her answer.

He didn't wear a dark formal attire like he usually does when handling cases. Instead, he changed into a beige long windbreaker, with a clean white shirt inside.

The slim fit clothes supported his body line, and the moment Holmes looked at her lazily with his face propped up, Elena couldn't help feeling that the person in front of her was actually not as distant as she had imagined.

She used to call him Mr. Holmes, but in fact the two should be about the same age.

Elena thought about it seriously.

"Then let's go," she asked, picking up the satchel she put aside, "Where do you want to eat?"

"You ask me, I always want to go to only one place," replied Holmes, laughing. "Simpson's Riverside Restaurant. I have always thought that there is the best place to celebrate with a good meal."

He patted the windbreaker on his body casually, "But...Miss Elena, is there any place you want to eat in particular?"

Elena shook her head.

"No," she replied honestly, "for me, there is nothing particularly delicious...I think they are all about the same."

Holmes laughed lowly.

He shook his head, "That's always different... haven't you eaten it before?"

Elena looked at him, she was really a bit slow in this aspect, although it was probably delicious, but Elena really didn't pay attention to these things.For her, there is no big difference except saltiness...probably, but it is not easy to say it directly to Holmes.

"Yes..." she said hesitantly.

Seeing the tangled and hesitant expression on her face constantly changing, and finally fixed on the expression "I decided to tell a lie", Holmes simply laughed out loud.

Elena glared at him a little annoyed.What's going on, what's so funny about it?

She really misjudged the person, this is not a steady look... There is a skill in making jokes!

But before that, she couldn't help but look around, and she was relieved after confirming that there was no one there.

This act of probing one's brain is quite like an earl.

Holmes couldn't help laughing at this again, and he stopped laughing after a while.

He turned to Elena again, and seriously suggested, "Then you can try to distinguish this time. I think that although work is important, other things also need to be paid attention to."

Elena shrugged.

"Then I'm going to try to find fault," she said bluntly, obviously still unhappy because of Holmes' smile just now, "see what is in this restaurant that you can't forget..."

The two passed by a lush Scottish fir tree, and a butterfly flapped its wings and flew past Elena.

Her eyes lit up, and she involuntarily ran after the butterfly, but she insisted on finishing the sentence, "...what's the good."

"You like butterflies very much?" Holmes asked abruptly.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the blue silent butterfly on a flower.

It didn't seem to know that it was being watched by two humans, it flapped its blue and faint wings leisurely, and squatted on the stamen, motionless.

It looks comfortable and at ease.

Elena looked at the butterfly intently, and lowered her voice.

"Ah, I like all beautiful things," she said a little embarrassed, "well, how should I put it, butterflies...I once had a friend who liked butterflies very much, and told me that she would be the one who appeared by my side Every butterfly, accompany me."

"Then she must be a very important friend of yours." Holmes looked away from the butterfly and turned to look at her.

"Yes," Elena replied softly, "She and I are very good friends."

She glanced at the butterfly with some reluctance, gently pulled the hair that was hanging down to her ears behind her ears, and straightened up, "Let's go."

"If you want..." said Holmes hesitantly, "we can stay here a little longer."

He unconsciously lowered his voice, and brought a little softness, "I don't think there should be such a hurry."

Elena shook her head.

"But I'm hungry," she said rather bluntly. "I think she'll understand me. After all, we're good friends, and it'll be the same when we meet again. If she's always near me, it won't matter when we see each other." .”

Elena has always thought so.

No matter what, Elena and she both had their own lives to move forward, so they just looked at each other when they met to make sure they were still there, and then continued with their own lives.

Holmes laughed dumbfoundedly and nodded.

The two followed the established route and walked slowly towards the riverside restaurant they often go to.

After finding the place and ordering the usual dishes, Elena looked at the river next to her a little distracted.

It seems that because of the reflection of the sky, the sparkling river surface is shining with beautiful colors, like the sunset falling into the river.

Holmes' eyes were fixed on her.

He propped his head on one hand, he didn't know what to think, and bent the corner of his lips.

There was the creaking sound of the small cart next to her ear, and Elena subconsciously turned her head, and Holmes' focused gaze caught her eyes.

Her face became a little hot all of a sudden.

Elena avoided his gaze, and turned to talk about some interesting things she had heard recently.

She spoke slowly, and she was not very skilled in talking about such things. She would ask Holmes "how about you" from time to time, and Holmes would answer her seriously, and the two of them would talk about the next topic.

There are occasional bands playing in the restaurant, brisk music and fragrant food always make people feel happy.

After talking about these interesting little things for a while, Elena sighed again.

"To be honest," she was a little disappointed, "sometimes I don't know if some of the things I do are right."

"What exactly?" asked Holmes. "Architecturally? I don't think so."

He smiled and said, "Although I don't have much interest in architecture, I have to say that your work is really good."

"No, it's not about this," Elena shook her head, and poked the apple pie on the plate with the knife in her hand.

Holmes looked at her and asked gently, "Then you mean...?"

"In fact, I have always hated Moriarty." After a pause, Elena replied, "I...occasionally feel that the matter between me and him involves many people and many things."

"Sometimes he might as well be dead," she couldn't help complaining, "I hate him so much."

Of course, it's just a complaint.

Elena looked at Holmes beside her.

"Do you know what happens to him when he's taken away?" she asked. "I mean, the kid... I haven't asked yet."

Holmes nodded.

"Probably after a lesson," he replied, "don't worry. Scotland Yard won't do anything to them. There are plenty of street children in London, and they're used to their business."

Even so, Elena sighed again.

"I think it's close," she said. "I don't know who's going to fall next. It's scary to me. Someday Moriarty will have a duel with me. I don't know." You can get rid of him completely."

Holmes could not help laughing.

"Miss Elena, I don't think he will challenge you to a duel," he said, "After all, Moriarty once sent me a letter. According to this, he may hate me even more."

Elena looked at him unexpectedly.

"When did it happen?" She asked curiously, "I don't know...how could this happen? I thought he was after me alone! No, I'll arrange some people for him to go in with him. Or I give him How about some poison? There must be many people who intend to replace them, or bribe the executioner, I am doing a good deed-"

The more I talked about Elena, the more depressed she became. She didn't believe these words herself.

She threw the fork aside childishly, "I'm full. Mr. Holmes, eat slowly."

"He once warned me not to meddle in these matters," said Holmes, who was opposite her, slowly. "I'm afraid that what I have done is also shaking his 'criminal empire'. It is inevitable that he is anxious."

He reached out and cut a slice of beef for Elena, and handed it to her plate, "I don't think it's wise to skip eating because of Moriarty... I'm afraid this is exactly what he wants."

Elena nodded, that's right, Moriarty was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her!

Then she has to go back...

Elena thought about ways to "find unhappiness", maybe she could consult the count, her father should know a lot of ways, after all he can make Moriarty very angry every time.

On the surface, she looked at Holmes and smiled calmly, "Let's continue eating."

Holmes glanced at her and raised his eyebrows.

"Okay," he said, reaching for the last piece of bacon on the plate.

After dinner, the two walked slowly along the London River.

After reaching the river, Elena stopped.

Holmes looked at her in confusion. The wind blew through Elena's clothes. She leaned against the railing of the river and looked at Holmes.

"Mr. Holmes, look," she stretched out her hand, pointing to the line where the river meets the sky, "does it look good?"

The sky has darkened, and the sky seems to have precipitated a dark blue, which gradually fades towards the setting sun, and finally merges into a faint orange. The sky is reflected in the water, and finally disappears in the faint magnificence .

Holmes' eyes rested on her.

She didn't hear Holmes' reply, and Elena looked sideways at Holmes, but at this moment the hair tie came loose.

The wind picked up, and Eileen's hair, which she had always been accustomed to bundling, also fell loose, causing her to reach out to catch the scattered hair, and bent down in a hurry, trying to pick up the hair tie that fell on the ground.

She reached out to feel for the fallen lavender headband, and accidentally touched Holmes' hand.

It was a rough feeling, and Elena could clearly see the scars of his injuries, the corners eroded by chemical reagents, and the calluses that sometimes came out of him with a pen.

Although Elena touched Holmes' hand more than once, but never in such a situation that she even felt that she could hear each other's breathing.

The shadows on the ground overlapped and seemed inseparable.

Elena froze her hands, subconsciously withdrew.

Holmes straightened up and handed her the hair tie naturally.

Elena breathed a sigh of relief and took it, "Thank you, Mr. Holmes."

The moment she raised her eyes to look at him, it seemed that the escaping rays of light fell into her eyes.

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