Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena was stunned for a moment when she heard his words.

Pretending to be drunk?What?

She subconsciously looked back at Holmes, only to see that he was lying on the table with his head resting on his hands, and his face was invisible, but his body undulated slightly with his even breathing, and he looked completely asleep.

But the ribbon was still tied on his right hand, and it trembled slightly as it fell to the edge of the table as he moved.

Elena glanced at the count again.

No matter what, let's get my father away first, otherwise I feel that the more things are disturbed, the more wrong it will be.

"Father," she asked, "do you have anything else to do?"

Appearing here at this time is usually for entertainment or appointments to discuss, not to mention the Marquis next to him is still looking at this side with a little displeasure.

The Earl is very angry now.

Why, you kept your eyes open just now, but now you're still pretending to be asleep?Did he think that pretending to sleep would solve the problem?

He was so annoyed that he stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Holmes up.

Let Elena see the true face of this guy!

But was stopped by Elena.

"Mr. Holmes is asleep," Elena said softly.

"Asleep?? You clearly know, Elena," the count asked incredulously, "He..."

Elena must have seen that he was pretending to be asleep!what happened?Could it be that there is something else hidden?

"He fell asleep," Elena repeated this sentence again, and then nodded towards the count.

She also looked apologetically at the Marquis of Berklitz who was watching, feeling a little embarrassed.

But when this reached the earl's ears, it completely changed the taste.

The Earl seemed to realize something.

This is obviously a different kind of hint.

It turned out that Holmes was not seducing his daughter, but his daughter fell in love with Holmes?

He glanced at the two of them again.

The way Elena looked at Holmes was also automatically interpreted by him as feeling good and wanting to have a lover who is pleasing and not disturbing.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

Although the first reaction was to be angry, but now that I think about it, it seems that it is not impossible...?

As far as he knew, the queen's eldest son was still a libertine with a romantic history all over France, with lovers everywhere, and his private life was a mess.

Thinking about it this way, it's totally understandable for Elena to have a little lover, right?

But what kind of companion does Elena need?

The Earl had planned to choose an officer or a military doctor of similar status for her, who would go fast and live comfortably after being widowed, and could continue to busy with the things at hand, or inherit the work of the office and so on.

But thinking about it now, it's best to find someone with a good temperament, who is more considerate, and who doesn't delay Elena's work.

The count thought carefully about the family background of little Holmes.

He is not a rich man, he is busy with work, and is the second child in the family. He does not inherit a large amount of property. Big Sherlock Holmes is still in an important position in the government...

All in all, a partner who has no money, no status, and is not very clingy.

In terms of character, judging from his critical eyes, being a lover for Elena is still barely enough.

Finally, the Earl nodded cautiously.

He stopped talking, gathered his clothes and left, taking along the Marquis of Berklitz, who was watching the excitement.

And glared at him.

What are you watching? Is his daughter's show so good?stop looking! !

When the two returned to their positions, the Marquis of Berklitz approached the earl with an excited expression on his face.

"Let me just say," he said with a strong accent, "your daughter must have something to do with that kid. Hey, Earl Molson, are you sure you don't want to interfere? I don't think I should say more, but..."

He talked endlessly, not at all like the rigid and serious old guy at the beginning, and he was as enthusiastic as if he had actually done it many times and broke more than one pair.

The earl propped his head on one hand, and nodded perfunctorily, as if he agreed with the words.

So the Marquis of Berkeley continued to impart experience as if inspired.

Halfway through the speech, he saw that the earl seemed to be about to speak, so he stopped, intending to hear if he wanted to express his feelings, and how he would deal with that toad who wanted to eat swan meat next.

For example, what about sinking a river, putting on a sack, exile abroad...

The count coughed, and asked thoughtfully, "Your Excellency, Marquis of Berklitz, do you know how much it costs a lady to raise a few lovers?"

The count was gone, but Elena was in trouble again.

She called softly, "Mr. Holmes?"

Holmes did not agree, but his body moved slowly.

"Mr. Holmes, we have to go," Elena said softly. "I think we should go back. Can you get up?"

Holmes moved again.

He didn't seem to intend to get up, to continue the "drunk" state to the end.

Elena actually felt a little funny.

It looked like he was really drunk, otherwise how could he be so willful?

She shook her head helplessly, called the waiter to help him up, and paid the bill by herself, cleaned up the things left by several people, and then stood up.

Occasionally, Elena caught a glimpse of more than half of the wine in her glass on the table.

She remembered a sentence she had heard before.

"You can't design without drinking," said Alvar Aalto, the original advocate of humane architecture.

That was an architect who also won the Gold Medal of the Royal Institute of British Architects. Although he was not born yet, it did not affect Elena's thinking about the role of wine.

If it could make a difference in someone like Sherlock Holmes, could it really...inspire her?

Elena still felt that Holmes's behavior was probably influenced by alcohol, and it was definitely not small.

Glancing at Holmes again, she quickly picked up the cup and downed it in one gulp.

She wanted to see what she could do when she was drunk, and what it was like to be drunk.Maybe it will be a stunning design?

The original mellowness of the red wine and the sour taste of the wine itself spread in her mouth in an instant, Eileen blinked her eyes, and swallowed the last sip of the wine.

Fortunately, the taste is not particularly heavy, and it is a little sweet, not bad.

She walked slowly to Holmes and looked at him, "Let's go."

Then he left Holmes behind and strode towards the door with his bag in hand.

The waiter was about to help Holmes follow him to the door when Holmes opened his eyes.

He simply threw off the waiter beside him, speeded up and chased after her a little worriedly, and followed her a little bit behind.

The two waiters were left looking at each other, not knowing what tricks these people were playing.

After stepping out of the hotel gate, even though she had already put on her coat, there was still a hint of coolness scraping against Elena's face.

She paused subconsciously, and then looked at the sky at the door.

Now it was completely dark, and the air in London was not very good, Elena could only vaguely see a star not far from the moon.

She tightened the coat on her body again, and walked out in a bang, but her face was slowly getting hot.

It wasn't like the feeling of looking into Holmes' eyes before, but rather like running or eating hot pot, feeling a little naturally warm.

Elena felt a little uncomfortable.

Before her head started to faint, Elena took the first step to support the carriage.

She felt that the remaining alcohol in her mouth seemed a bit too strong, with fruity and vanilla cedar flavors, not particularly unpleasant, but a little bit drunk.

Seeing that Elena's face was flushed, the coachman quickly turned over and got out of the car to help her.

"Miss, how are you?" He asked hurriedly.

He didn't want to lose the job at all.

Elena waved her hand.

"It's okay," she said vaguely.

She shook her head, stretched out her hand and opened the door as if losing her sense of proportion.

There was a harsh creaking sound from the wooden door, but Eileen looked inside without realizing it.

Night Breeze rushed into the carriage, and the first thing that came out was the smell of alcohol.

Watson was lying in the compartment, seeming to be sleeping soundly, even the cold air gushing in through the door could not wake him up.

Elena thought for a moment, then left the bag in an empty place, and then closed the door forcefully.

It smells too bad, she thought.

The door closed with a bang, and Elena, who was standing at the door, clicked her tongue in disgust, then walked to the side.

He bumped into someone directly.

She looked up and saw that it was Holmes.

"Oh, it's you," Elena nodded, "I'm sorry."

I don't know when Holmes stood next to her. Was he still standing so close for fear that she wouldn't bump into him?

Elena shook her head unhappily, feeling that this guy was too ignorant.

"Where are you going, Elena?" Holmes asked her, bowing his head.

His face was sober, without the slightest hint of drunkenness.

Elena didn't remember at all that she was still thinking about what it was like to be drunk, and she also forgot whether Holmes was drunk or not.

"I'm going back," she replied seriously.

"Why?" The coachman on the side interrupted, "Miss, the carriage is here..."

Elena shook her head.

"It smells too bad," she said disgustedly, "I won't sit down, I have to walk back."

While talking, he walked to the side.

Halfway through, someone grabbed his arm.

Elena looked back unhappily, "Holmes, what are you doing?"

She complained, "Get out of the way, it's not far from Baker Street."

"This is in Mayfair," said Holmes, a little amused. "Baker Street is near Regent's Park."

"Ha, then you don't know," Elena grabbed his arm, "About the map of London, I know a trail!"

She looked up at him, and said triumphantly, "You haven't been there, do you want to come with me and have a try?"

Holmes frowned at her.

"You're drunk, Elena," he said softly, "let's go back first."

Elena nodded.

"Well," she nodded affirmatively, "go back, okay. I'm going to go back."

The smell of alcohol on her body gradually dissipated in her breath, and her whole body was a little crooked, and she reached out to grab his arm, and Holmes felt that her sleeve was pulled down a little by her.

Sometimes it was hard, and sometimes it was a little looser, and there was a feeling that she would let go all of a sudden, and then fall to the ground.

Holmes shook his head helplessly, and stretched out his hand to support Elena vigorously.

He now feels that he has made a huge mistake.

He had a few more conversations with the coachman, and wanted to find a chance to push Elena into the car, but even though Elena was drunk, she still had a very clear mind.

"I won't!" she cried. "What are you doing? I won't get into the carriage! I won't! I'll walk back!"

Once she was forcefully stuffed in, she began to cry loudly, holding on to the railing tenaciously while crying, as if she was holding on to the only life-saving straw.

It looked so miserable that the passers-by around couldn't stop looking at it.

Holmes found this routine all too familiar.

He sighed and compromised, "Forget it, Elena, we won't go back by carriage. I'll walk back with you."

Upon hearing this, Elena immediately stopped crying.

"Really?" she demanded immediately, "then go now!"

The coachman looked at Holmes.

"Sir, this..." He was a little embarrassed.

"Now!" Eileen pursed her lips, tears streaming down her face again.

Holmes sighed lowly.

He gently reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Don't cry," he said, "we're going now."

With a gentle voice full of helpless indulgence, Elena almost couldn't tell whether she was in reality or in a dream.

She stared blankly at Holmes, blinked her eyes, and finally stopped crying.

The author has something to say: Earl: I’m not afraid, I’m looking for a few more young people (Smiling Earl: Also, crying out loud is definitely not learning from me.

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