Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena went downstairs, and as expected, she saw Holmes waiting downstairs.

She grasped the strap of her satchel, walked quickly to Holmes, "Let's go."

Holmes looked down at her and nodded.

He reached out and pushed open the glass door, and the two walked side by side to the carriage at the door.

After getting into the carriage, Elena put the books in the bag in an empty place on one side.

"Did you drop by today, Mr. Holmes?" she asked.

Holmes laughed.

"No," he replied, "I was waiting for you on purpose."

These words hit Elena's heart directly, and she couldn't help biting her lips.

"What does it mean to wait for me?" she asked, "Why wait for me?"

Holmes looked at her.

"You know the reason," he said easily, "I don't think I need to repeat it."

Elena twitched her lips.

If what he said before "going back with the carriage" is the real reason, then all the ducks in the world will be able to talk.

Is she so easy to cheat?

Putting this topic aside, Elena asked instead, "I remember, did I invite you to dinner with Dr. Watson?"

She remembered that when she won the award, she promised to treat the two of them to a meal.

Holmes cast a deep look at her.

"Yes," he said jokingly, "I still remember this incident...it happened when you won the award before, it's hard for Miss Elena to remember it."

Elena shrugged, "I only remembered it when I looked through my notepad recently. I booked a place at Claridge—"

She paused, and added, "You have dinner with Dr. Watson, please. Are you going?"

Holmes glanced at her. "What if I say I don't have time?"

His tone was not serious, he was obviously joking.

"Then sell the reserved space," Elena winked at him, "this way you can make a fortune."

She took the position in the name of the earl, and the earl has a long-term membership there, so it would be no loss if she didn't go.

Holmes said with a smile, "That is indeed a profitable business."

"So," Elena asked, "are you going?"

Holmes nodded.

"I hope that Dr. Watson also has time," Elena sighed, "I feel that he has become more and more busy recently."

Recently, Watson officially joined the clinic not far from Baker Street, so he became extremely busy.

When he is busy now, he can hardly stop for a day, but when he is free, he still runs around with Holmes as usual, and he still looks like the energetic military doctor.

"There should be time," replied Holmes. "He is not on duty to-night."

Elena breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

She secretly thought, what happened today cannot be separated from Watson, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Elena went back to Baker Street and asked, sure enough, Watson was free.

He heard that tonight was Eileen's treat, so he didn't make much excuses, and simply agreed.

The wait time for food is always short.

Especially now that Eileen is planning to solve this problem quickly, time flies even faster.

She changed her clothes, thinking about the advice Eric had just given her.

"Don't be too direct, be tactful, first lower his vigilance, and then ask him about his attitude a little bit around the corner," Eric said, "Then, think about the follow-up matters."

Take Watson to lower his vigilance, order some wine to make him drunk, and then he can ask questions on the sidelines.

Elena nodded, carefully put on the earrings, and felt that she understood it well.

When it was almost time to go out, the three of them randomly called a carriage and went to the Claridge Hotel.

The carriage was a bit short this time, and Elena stepped onto the carriage first, and Holmes, who was standing beside her, put his hand over her head to prevent her from hitting the roof of the carriage.

But it touched the top of her hair.

Elena didn't react for a while, she looked at Holmes questioningly, and Holmes calmly withdrew his hand.

"Nothing," he replied.

When they arrived at the Claridge Hotel, the three of Elena followed the waiter and walked back.

In fact, she has not been to this hotel very often, but although the price of the dishes may vary greatly in London hotels, the difference in the ordering process is not very big.

Elena remembered that the Earl had praised the French food in this restaurant before, so she ordered a few French dishes.

Then ordered another bottle of red wine.

"I remember you said that you don't drink, Miss Elena?" Watson looked at her in surprise.

In order not to let herself fall into a groggy state, Elena never drank much alcohol, and even drank fruit juice on her birthday before.

"Ah, yes," Elena explained calmly, "but sipping a little red wine once in a while, I think it's also a wonderful act."

She handed the menu to Watson and Holmes who were sitting opposite, trying to divert their attention, "I ordered some dishes, but I don't know if they are enough. Do you have anything you want to eat?"

Fortunately, they didn't hold on to this, which really made Elena heave a sigh of relief.

Holmes took the menu, and the two ordered a few more items before returning the menu to the waiter.

Then the three of them casually chatted about some topics. For example, Mrs. Hudson recently changed the chicken shop she purchased, for example, the "vagrant squad" on the street left dirty footprints in the house, which caused a lot of trouble. Mrs. Hudson who just finished mopping the floor is very upset about the matter...

And, of course, some interesting conversations about Elena's haunted house.

She can now be said to be making money while lying down.

The manager of this haunted house is very attentive. He not only prepares two or three sets of different props and plot lines in normal times, but also releases special plots accordingly during festivals. He asked a mysterious playwright named "Phantom" to write The script, and now the number of daily visitors has long exceeded expectations.

They had to come up with a way to limit the flow, limiting the number of guests they could receive every day, and they had to make an appointment before they could enter.

Just like this, there are still many thrill-seeking people who come here in an endless stream, just to see what's inside.

Of course, there are those who return with joy, and those who return with disappointment.

Among them is a very famous critic.

He was very angry and felt that the fare was too expensive and not worth it at all.

So I wrote an article eloquently, criticizing the simple equipment and crude plot in it, and felt that Elena, a well-known architect, didn't build her building properly, but came here to build a haunted house. architect!

The scolding is quite annoying, and this little haunted house is simply useless.

This critic is fairly well-known, and he also has a group of fans.

His fans and others who didn't pay much attention to these entertainment facilities heard about it, and became more curious about the haunted house.

What kind of house could be so rotten?

So this haunted house, which was originally just passed on by word of mouth among people who like to pursue excitement, became popular inexplicably.

New people keep seeing the report, and then rush over curiously...

Until now, there are long queues on the reservation list for the haunted house.

"But speaking of this," Watson joked, "Miss Elena must have paid the employees quite a lot of wages. If it weren't for the clinic being unable to leave for a while, I really want to work there, and it must be a good deal. small income."

Elena laughed.

"It's okay," she said briskly, "after all, they are also very hard. But Dr. Watson, there is nowhere for you to go... After all, you are a doctor, and it is a waste to go to my place... No, I still have to go to my place... There is a lack of a named doctor. Are you interested, Dr. Watson?"

"Is that so?" Watson shrugged. "I may be too busy. I wish there were a little less people in the nearest clinic."

He complained, "Autumn and winter change seasons, and more and more people get wind and cold. Especially in the East District..."

Speaking of this, it happened that the waiter put all the dishes on the table.

Watson stopped talking consciously, and involuntarily shifted his attention to the rich dishes in front of him.

Elena stared at the bottle of red wine, she was more interested in this.

The waiter was called to open the bottle of wine, one of them poured a glass, and the three raised their glasses and clinked again.

"God save the queen," they cried in unison, and laughed again.

However, to Elena's surprise, Holmes himself has been drinking red wine this time without her persuasion.

She had seen Sherlock Holmes drink alcohol, but instead of drinking it the way he did now, he poured it into a glass and tasted it slowly, which seemed abnormal today.

This time, he and Watson shared a glass with each other, and almost divided the bottle of red wine in half.

At this time, the ones in Elena's cup have not been finished yet.

Watson ate and drank, and now he was so drunk that he lay on the table, sleeping soundly.

And Holmes leaned his head to one side of the window, and Elena didn't know if he was asleep or not.

But this is obviously not the right situation to ask questions.

Elena had no choice but to let go of her thoughts regretfully, and planned to call someone to transport her back to Baker Street first.

Watson was helped into the carriage by the waiter, while Elena was a little uncertain about Holmes who didn't know if he was asleep.

Holmes seemed to have heard the sound, and turned his head slightly towards the waiter.

Elena called tentatively, "Mr. Holmes?"

Her voice was low and soft, lest Holmes might not hear her, she called again, "Mr. Holmes? Are you all right?"

Holmes heard it this time.

He turned to look at her and replied, "I'm fine."

His eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he was drunk.

Elena breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shall we go back?" she asked. "Can you still go by yourself? Shall I call someone?"

Holmes shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I will do it myself."

He was propped up on the table and was about to get up, but at this moment something went wrong with Elena's hairband.

I don't know if there was something wrong with the tie when she was going out, but it just slipped from Eileen's hair, fluttered and landed on the red carpet, just right next to Holmes' position.

Elena subconsciously picked it up, but stopped when she realized that Holmes had picked it up.

She straightened up and waited for Holmes to hand her the headband as before.

To her surprise, Holmes picked up the headband, but this time he sat down directly on the sofa.

He simply wrapped the hair tie around his hands twice, tied it on his hands, tied a beautiful knot, and waved it twice.

Then he looked at her complacently and triumphantly, and asked in a proud tone, "Does it look good, Miss Elena?"

How is this not drunk? ? ?

This is obviously too drunk!

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