Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

"You didn't?" Elena asked, "You didn't, so what do you mean by 'using a little trick'?"

The carriage jolted suddenly, and Elena almost threw herself because she was concentrating on speaking.

Pulling the armrest hastily, she continued, "Are you going to tell me how many jokes you told them?"

What kind of earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods joke is that?

Facing his daughter's questioning eyes, the earl lost his temper again.

Anyway, you can't talk about burning a fire, and you can't talk about cheating.Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot be said.

But he couldn't really tell his daughter that even when he heard the word "sentence", he would tremble silently in his heart, right?

He had seen instruments of torture before.

It was before Elena was born, and he accompanied Yvette (Elena's mother), who was still his fiancée at the time, to visit the so-called novel and interesting exhibition, which contained many terrifying and weird instruments of torture.

At that time, the original plan was for the two to walk in sweetly and hold hands to watch the interesting exhibition.

Who would have thought!It turned out to be a torture instrument full of sharp thorns and blades!Still dirty!

He was so frightened that he shivered, and then hid behind Yvette.

Yvette pulled him calmly, patted him on the back in a funny way, coaxed him not to be afraid, and took him out smoothly.

But this can't be said, it will damage his indifferent and majestic image in his daughter's heart.

"I made them an offer they couldn't refuse," the count said calmly.

An offer that is hard to refuse?

Elena frowned, looking at her father in disbelief.

"What condition?" Elena asked, "You gave each of them a house?"

Rich and powerful, it also fits the earl's previous image.

Elena imagined that the earl waved the house deed and threw it on the table of the two neighbors.

"Give you these things, tell me where Elena is, otherwise, hum!"

It seems... not abnormal?

She looked up and found that it was not far from Baker Street.

"Get out of the car and walk for a while," Elena called to stop the driver, "I want to take a walk."

The count nodded and paid the money first.

After that, he was still thinking about what Eileen said, and felt quite novel for a while.

"That makes sense," he said to himself, "Why didn't I think of that before."

Good idea, save it for next time.

"What did you think of?" Elena asked suspiciously.

Since she walked a little further after getting off the car, she was a little far away from the earl, so she couldn't hear what he said for a while.

"It's nothing," the count immediately pretended to be nonchalant, "you don't need to know."

"What don't you need to know, father, tell me, what conditions did you give them?"

Elena became a little serious, "Don't change the subject anymore."

"As I said," replied the count gravely, "I told them a story."

Thanks to the two tenants of his wife and sister for the stories they told him. As for this routine, let him use it first.

"Story?" Elena asked back with disbelief, "What story?"

Could it be that threats and intimidation are hidden in the story, so as to achieve the goal?

Seeing his daughter's expression becoming more and more serious, she almost put on an expression of "overthrowing and starting over" in the office, the earl frowned, dully realizing that something was wrong.

How do you feel like you have to work overtime again?

"Don't ask this question again," he said with a cold face, skillfully changing the subject, "Are you only concerned about them, not yourself?"

To Eileen's ears, this was a bright threat.

"Okay," Elena grabbed a handful of grass on the side of the road and said helplessly, "Then why did you come to me this time? Forced me to go home?"

The count said silently in his heart, no, actually I didn't want to come at first, after all, it will take a while.

"Yes," he said with a completely different answer, "You are really embarrassing the family! How could you run away in the middle of the night, it will damage the family's reputation! Come back with me immediately!"

"Father, did you promise me to go back to work?" Elena asked immediately.

"No, no, how is this possible," the count frowned, "You have to go back and get married. Don't even think about it!"

There are only two people in the family, and he has become sparse with each passing day. He must not let his daughter go bald at an early age.Especially not giving her access to another job and getting a bald double!

"Why do I have to get married?" Elena retorted, "I don't need to get married. Men are extra and redundant."

She lowered her head and kicked away a small stone.

"because…"

The Earl was stuck, he couldn't really say that he was doing it for his daughter's sake, could he?

He glanced at the noisy crowd, and went on smoothly.

"Because everyone is married," he said, "it's unusual for you not to be married. You can't do that."

"But my mother left me enough property," Elena retorted, "I can live a good life without getting married, just being a single old lady. I'm rich enough, I don't need a man for me riches."

She touched the necklace her mother left her at the collarbone.

"But..." the count hesitated.

But that doesn't get rid of your baldness either.

He simply asked, "Why don't you get married?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he had said the wrong thing.

Because this is exactly in Elena's arms.

She immediately said skillfully and confidently, "Because I want to work!"

Hearing these words, the Earl shivered invisibly.

What did the people in those offices say just now?

He forced himself to be calm, "But you don't need to work! You are rich enough!"

The Count thought he was right.

Not to mention women, in his eyes, everyone in the world doesn't need to have the best job, and work is nothing but bald!

"No, I need a job, and work is the only way for me to realize my dreams," Elena replied, quickening her pace, "My money is the cornerstone to help me realize my dreams."

The count was struck by another word in the words.

"Your ideal?" the earl asked with a strange expression, "Do you still have ideals?"

Make all the architectural designers in the industry work overtime and dedicate their hair?

"Of course I do. I want everyone to accept the existence of female architects," Elena said as she walked. "I want to use the buildings I design to let them know that they are wrong. That's it."

They include but are not limited to architects who have just said "female sensibility".

The breeze blew gently, and Elena stood at the door of 221b, slowly brushing back the hair that was a little messy due to the bumping of the carriage.

"I hope many people understand," she said frankly, "architecture is a kind of beauty, and as long as it is an industry that creates beauty, women must join in. Women have more brains and souls than their feelings, and more talents and ambitions." It is better than a beautiful skin, but because of the prejudice of the world, because of the cover-up of these incompetent people, the pearls are dusty. The argument that 'women are only addicted to love' is completely wrong. And I, I just want to To prove it."

After a pause, Elena said lightly, "It's just a very simple ideal, and I will gradually realize it."

Mox, who hurriedly caught up from behind, stepped forward quickly, intending to persuade him to fight, but he didn't expect to hear these words.

For a moment, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

After a while, Mokes just wanted to change the subject, but he didn't expect his teacher to be one step ahead of him.

"But you will be bald!" murmured the Count.

He couldn't imagine how much hair his daughter had to pay to achieve this effect.

"Bald?" Elena gave the count a strange look.

This point seems to be wrong?

Oops!

The count hurriedly saved her, "If you are bald, you will not be able to marry."

The topic went back to the original point.

"But I don't need to get married," Elena repeated again, "Father, why do you have to let me marry? What is your reason?"

"You were not like this before!" She asked inquiringly, "Why did you give up and let me continue to manage the firm?"

What was he like?

The Earl was stunned before he remembered that he had encouraged his daughter to work actively in order to retire early, and strongly supported her reform behavior.

Now when she asked why the change was made, the count was momentarily speechless.

But the truth must never be told to Elena, it must be concealed.If she knew that she could get another job if she didn't marry, she would definitely be desperate for it!

The earl's mind was racing rapidly, thinking about what excuse he could use this time to get over it.

After thinking for a while, he found a quick and simple solution.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"