miss holmes vase

36 The best plan is to walk, and the only way to save a fake daughter's life is of course to pack up and run away!

The luxury of the original Athena is really luxurious, Mycroft really loves her sister, and the squire's parents really love their daughter when they love their daughter.

As a student, she lived like a baroness, and her jewelry and dresses were all the best, and all these expenses were paid for by the "pocket money" given by her elder brother Mycroft and her parents.You must know that such a sum of "pocket money" is almost the expenditure of ordinary families for several years.

Athena and the little maid, Catherine, packed up all the clothes and household items, barely stuffing them into more than a dozen boxes.This set of luxury has completely become a burden in front of the road, not to mention that two people can't carry it, even if they carry it, it is estimated that they will not escape the fate of being robbed.

Athena only picked out seven or eight boxes of useless clothes and jewelry, and then contacted Adjani, who from the beginning to the end liked to compare with herself the most, and was more vain than herself.She didn't use the name of buying and selling, but instead asked the little maid to send them all to Adjani in the name of sending.

"Miss, why do you give such a beautiful dress and jewelry to that annoying Adjani?" Catherine, the little maid, flipped through the box in a daze, her eyes full of reluctance.

But Athena said: "Don't worry about it so much, remember to pick a time when there are many people and send it there with great fanfare! Be sure to repeat that I am going back to London! I have to go back to live a better life! Pity her... No! And She has a good relationship, and she likes my things so much, so I gave them to her before I left!"

Speaking of which, Athena watched Catherine repeating this set of rhetoric with uneasy eyes. The tone should not be too strong or too light. If it is too light, the effect is too heavy. Maybe they just packed it and threw it back.

The little maid, Catherine, was quite clever, and she understood in a few words that she was deliberately trying to make Adjani, who loved the most face, suffer from being dumb.

"Miss, don't worry!" Catherine did not forget to tell her as she carried the boxes out the door, "You can just wait at home! I'll be back as soon as I finish delivering these boxes."

Athena painted her last painting in Paris on the balcony without looking back, and she still reminded her: "Be careful on the road! Find a coachman to help Catherine!"

"Understood, miss!"

Athena held the black paint and looked at the already modeled draft on the paper.Above the pure white church is the priest wearing a Roman collar. Although his face is blank and he hasn't written yet, he can't understand who she is going to draw.

The man with the silhouette of a priest folded his hands and knelt on the temple, and the stained glass windows on the sides transformed the single sunlight into brilliant light, adding a bit of human color to this sacred place that is only black and white.

"This talent is really amazing, it's a master level!" Xin Yun couldn't help sighing when she looked at the painting she had drawn.

I also studied painting in my previous life, but it is a pity that I have never achieved such an achievement after more than ten years of study. Now it seems that the study of art is always secondary. Most of the real masters start when others can't catch up It's just talent.

The spring breeze in Paris is mild and warm, but the wind on the balcony... always messes up her chocolate brown curly long hair that has been tied into a ponytail. She just put down the paintbrush in her hand and brushed her cheekbones impatiently The fine hair on her face, but she accidentally applied the indigo paint on her white apple skin.

She complained angrily until she turned around and wanted to get a towel to wipe it off. Only then did Athena realize that the man who should have only existed in the painting was now standing alive at the door of her bedroom.

He reacted almost instantly, the hand that was still hanging in the air and was about to knock on the door finally fell, and he smiled awkwardly: "I didn't know it was you, the maid said you were upstairs, so I will come up directly gone."

Damn it, why is Lestrade here!

Athena was unintentionally surprised by his appearance, after all, it was not a coincidence to find him at the door.

Even so, she said politely, "Come in, Inspector Lestrade!"

"Just call me Greg, Miss Holmes!" He hugged the fedora hat in his hand, and after taking off the priest's attire, Greg Lestrade was wearing a somewhat loose three-piece suit, with only the slightly messy focus. The sugar-colored short hair sold out all the gentleman's attire.

Lestrade bit his lip and said slowly, "I didn't expect you to be Miss Holmes, I thought..."

"Think I'm a courtesan? Or worse?" Athena walked in without hesitation, just picked up a wet towel placed by the window sill and wiped her paint-stained hands.

"No, that's not what I meant..." Lestrade stroked his hair in a panic and said, "I don't mean to disrespect you, miss, I..."

Seeing his flustered look, Athena just smiled and said: "It's okay, I don't mind, you are an upright Inspector Lestrade! Even if you think I'm a courtesan or a prostitute, you still saved my life ! Never thought I was inferior and pushed me out to die. You're a gentleman, Inspector!"

Lestrade pursed his lips slightly and lowered his head, pinched his hat and said nothing.

"Tell me! Mr. Inspector, how did you find this? Is it for the case or..."

Before Athena could finish her sentence, Lestrade quickly raised his head and said, "No, I was entrusted by Mr. Holmes to take you home."

"Which Holmes?" Athena raised her eyebrows slightly: "You sit first, you are welcome."

Looking at the soft sofa behind him, Lestrade sat down slowly, and said, "Of course it's Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Is there any Mr. Holmes?"

Um?He doesn't know Mike yet?

Athena sat next to Lestrade without saying a word, put the towel to wipe her hands aside, leaned on the sofa and smiled with her head up: "Sherlock? When will he tell you about this?" things."

"Just... Sherlock called me to pick you up at noon yesterday!" Lestrade slightly raised his hand and nodded his face, reminding her: "There are some on my face."

"Where?" Athena picked up the towel that had been wiped colorful by herself, but Lestrade quickly reached out and took out a handkerchief from his suit vest and handed it over.

"Thank you, what did my brother tell you in the telegram?" Athena blinked her eyes and concentrated on wiping the paint on her face.

Lestrade only sat back slightly and said, "I just left an address for me to pick you up. Oh! By the way, Sherlock asked you to return to London as soon as possible, preferably today! I'm optimistic about going back. Tickets, tonight."

As he said that, he took out the ticket and put it on the sofa between the two of them, and said calmly: "For the first-class ticket, the police detectives from London and I will be in the second-class cabin, if you have anything to do You can come to us anytime."

Athena put down her handkerchief suspiciously and took the ticket. Was she worried about herself or something?Have you even bought the boat ticket?Sherlock Holmes is not so kind and considerate!

It is not an exaggeration for Sherlock and Athena to call each other rivals in memory. Her brother Sherlock, who is seven years older, did not like Athena since he was a child. Disappointed by the child's mediocre IQ.

Or rather, no communication at all.

Sending Lestrade to send him back to London, I also know that this is not Sherlock's nosy business, and it is probably because Mycroft, a good brother, is worried about returning to London alone.

Athena smiled slightly: "Okay, thank you! Then you go back and pack up first! I think there is still time to leave the ship..."

"I'll be waiting for you right here. I can help with everything that needs to be packed. Did your maid carry so many boxes just now?" Lestrade smiled innocently, completely oblivious to the fact that the woman beside him was being Angry as hell.

Athena originally wanted to abscond with the money, but now luckily Maige hired a detective to protect her and turned into surveillance.

"Miss Holmes?" Lestrade looked down at Athena, who was preoccupied, and shouted. Athena just said, "You can just call me Athena. Catherine is going to get the money. We have to wait." !"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Do you want to continue painting? Then I won't bother you, I'll wait for you downstairs..." As Lestrade was about to get up, Athena interrupted : "No need, just sit here!"

Are you really going back to London?Under the current situation, no matter how you look at it, you can't escape, let alone bring Catherine, a little maid, with nowhere to escape.

Athena got restless physically and mentally, and put the handkerchief into her pocket without any hassle. She sat on the balcony in a daze for a long time, only holding the paintbrush but not showing any color.

But Lestrade, who was pinching the brim of his hat in the bedroom, was looking at the silhouette of her side face in a daze.

He should have known how a beautiful and special lady like Athena could be just a courtesan who had fallen into the mundane world.Even though her frivolous behavior is not as arrogant and contemptuous as ordinary noble ladies, there is still blood flowing in her bones that makes him unattainable after all.

Maybe everything about that night, even that hasty kiss, was just an untimely meeting.

When Lestrade thought of this, he couldn't help but lowered his head in self-deprecating, how could he seem to be so disturbed just because of a kiss, as if he was still a young man of seventeen or eighteen.

Suddenly Athena's voice came from the balcony, "Why did that Blood Rose dress like a woman?"

Lestrade stood up abruptly when he heard the voice, and after he regained his strength, he slowly approached and leaned on the window sill and said, "I don't know, he is just that perverted! At first we always thought it was a woman because of the witnesses." It was not until Sherlock found half of the remaining footprints when he surveyed the scene, and based on the depth of the footprints, it was concluded that Xue Meigui was actually a man."

"Transvestism? Gender cognitive impairment?" Athena muttered a few words in a low voice and asked again: "What is his motive for committing the crime? Is it just a simple hatred?"

"Perhaps! It's dead now." Lestrade approached slightly to see what Athena was painting, but Athena suddenly got up and stood in front of the painting with a small face and said: "You Don't look!"

"why?"

Athena frowned slightly, why?Because it was you who drew it!

But she changed her mind...

yes!But what's wrong with drawing you?I have nothing to hide!Guilty?impossible!impossible!My sister was a destructive hand back then!How could you be guilty of a kiss?

After thinking about it, Athena moved away again, and only said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that the faces in the painting haven't been painted yet."

She watched Lestrade walk to the drawing board, the expression on her face was withdrawn from the initial astonishment, and she quickly understood why she stopped him from seeing him at first.

The fedora hat in his hand was pinched almost out of shape, and his face just pretended to be calm and praised: "This is the most beautiful painting I have ever seen. It doesn't seem to be similar to any genre. It has a strong visual color."

Athena looked at Lestrade in front of her, his short hair was disheveled by the warm wind, and his expression was as cute as an Angora rabbit.

Thinking of this, Athena could hardly hide the smile on her face.

The pheromones from that night had all disappeared, but he couldn't help but smile when he was seen.

Looking at her smile, Lestrade became even more disturbed. He stroked her hair and said, "Did I say something wrong? I'm not, I'm not very proficient in painting..."

Athena just looked up at him and smiled, "I think Mr. Detective's face is very suitable. I don't know if I have the honor to complete this painting according to Mr. Detective's face?"

"I?"