[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 46 Sophie .Adjani

The next morning, as soon as Winnie woke up, she saw the note left by Sherlock on the bedside.

I'm away for a few hours - SH

Only such a simple sentence was left, not even explaining what to do or where to go.

Winnie had to wonder if Sherlock hadn't called her because she was stupid.

She didn't know much about Muggles, and Sherlock's criminal psychology and case reasoning were also unfamiliar fields to her. It seemed that she should read more about this.

According to Sherlock's message, he should be back before lunch, but until the end of lunch, Sherlock still did not see him.

After eating lunch alone, Winnie walked towards the room, but on the way up the stairs, there was a sudden sound of arguing.

"I swear, I'm just looking!"

"No! It's mine!"

"I know, I said I was just looking!"

"no!"

If Winnie heard correctly, the owner of those two voices should be from Dan.Forkler and Eddie.Watson's.

Sure enough, Dan.Forkler and Eddie.Watson was scrambling for what looked like a picture book, and both of them were very persistent, neither of them willing to let go.

Eddie at this time.Watson was so excited that he was about to lose control. Seeing this, Winnie opened her mouth slightly, and said in a voice that was neither too small nor too loud, which happened to be heard by Dan and Eddie: "Mrs. Watson."

Hearing these five words from Mrs. Watson, Dan.Forkler paused for a moment, his face became flustered instantly, and he looked down at Eddie who was about to lose control, only then did he realize what stupid thing he had done, if people found out about his behavior at this time...

Think about it, Dan.Forkler no longer cared about the painting he had accidentally glanced at just now, and hurriedly left in another direction.

Although he successfully snatched back the painting book, after hearing what Mrs. Watson said, Eddie also seemed a little flustered, and what happened just now made him too scared and deep, so he hugged his painting tightly. With his head down, he almost ran towards Winnie at a running speed, but it may be because he was walking too fast. If he was not careful, he fell directly to the ground, and the picture book in his arms also flew away. After going out, the paintings in the album also fell to the ground immediately.

One of the paintings happened to fall in front of Winnie. She bent down, picked up the drawing paper, looked at the content on the drawing paper, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

It was a picture full of blood and dark style, a woman crying with blood all over her face, and the background was completely dark.

Before he had time to think about who the woman was, Eddie had already come in front of Winnie, like an irritated hedgehog, and made a sharp voice: "Give it back to me!"

Taking advantage of Winnie's loss of consciousness for a moment, Eddie quickly snatched back the painting from Winnie's hand, and quickly stuffed it back into his picture book, as if he couldn't see the light.

"Did you draw that?" Winnie stared at Eddie who suddenly looked defensive and aggressive towards her, as if she would be hurt by him in the next second if she took another step forward.

Eddie was taken aback for a moment, his face turned from red to blue in an instant, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he said in a panic: "This...it has nothing to do with you..."

Hearing this, Winnie also realized that she seemed to be a bit nosy: "Sorry."

Eddie didn't expect Winnie to apologize, his expression froze for a moment, but he recovered quickly, he looked around to make sure there was no one, then lowered his head and made a voice as thin as a gnat: "You shouldn't Appear here."

"Why?" Although the voice was very low, Winnie could still hear the words clearly, but she didn't understand why the other party said that.

"I..." Eddie was about to say something more, when a woman's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, interrupting what he wanted to say.

"Eddie!"

This time it was the real Mrs. Watson—Alison, her worried and anxious face became a little ugly when she saw Winnie and Eddie standing together, and Eddie was like a frightened tortoise , lowered his head chillingly.

"God bless, I've been looking for you for a long time. Where did you go?" Alison tried her best to restrain all her emotions, and treated Eddie with patience, showing great care in every move.

"I went to my father's study." Eddie lowered his head and made a sound like a gnat. He noticed Alison's silence and mistakenly thought that it caused the other party's displeasure, so he tightened his grip on the album again. A few minutes, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just... don't do it again next time." Alison pulled out a smile with difficulty, and stretched out her hand to touch Eddie's little head, but Eddie's shoulders trembled slightly at this moment Shaking, seeing this, Alison stopped with her hand outstretched in mid-air, a trace of uneasiness flashed across her face, but she quickly retracted, the speed was so fast that Winnie felt that it was just her dazzled. a feeling of.

"Are you hungry?" Alison calmly withdrew her hand and asked gently.

Eddie nodded slightly, freed his other hand to grab Alison's hand, and said nothing.

Alison froze for a moment, held Eddie's hand slightly, and turned her gaze to Winnie: "I'll take Eddie away first, and if you need anything, just call the servant."

As soon as she finished speaking, without giving Winnie any time to react, Alison turned around and left with Eddie.

The relationship between Alison and Eddie is very strange. At least according to Winnie's observation, although Alison loves Eddie, she is more cautious. On the other hand, Eddie seems to have thoughts about Alison. A feeling of closeness yet fear.

On the way back to the room, Winnie kept thinking about the interaction between Alison and Eddie, until she reached the door of the room, and when she was about to open the door, a burst of passionate violin sound came through the door panel come over.

Almost without thinking too much, Winnie already knew who was playing the music in the room, and she couldn't think of anyone else except Sherlock.

Pushing open the door, walking in, closing the door again, such obvious movements, but Sherlock didn't stop because of it, and didn't lift his head, just indulged in his own world, and continued to play, his brain needed some music to stimulate thinking.

Knowing that this is one of Sherlock's ways of thinking, he didn't bother him specifically, just found a place to sit down, and continued to think about what happened just now.

Paintings can reflect a person's heart and experience. That painting was undoubtedly drawn by Eddie, but who is the woman in the painting?

"What are you thinking?" Sherlock's eyes were still closed, but he asked out of the blue.

"I was thinking of Eddie."

"Oh~" Sherlock dragged his voice slightly, "I don't think that kid is the type you like."

"Like?" Winnie paused, then looked at Sherlock blankly.

"You can ignore what I said just now, and tell me what you found out when I was not around." Sherlock skipped the topic directly after joking with Winnie.

Winnie glanced at Sherlock, except to talk about her discovery: "When I came back, I saw that Dan Forkler, who was grabbing the picture book in Eddie's hand, and the two had been entangled for a long time...and After that, I accidentally saw one of Eddie's paintings, and it was very bloody and dark. A woman crying with blood all over her face, all in black background."

Sherlock suddenly stopped playing, opened his eyes and looked at Winnie: "Continue."

"Afterwards, Alison showed up, but she didn't seem too keen on Eddie talking to me."

Seeing that Sherlock didn't say anything, Winnie continued: "Before Alison appeared, Eddie also said that I shouldn't be here."

After saying this, Winnie didn't say any more. She quietly looked at Sherlock who seemed to be lost in thought, and it took a long time to see him raise the corner of his mouth and say in a slightly excited voice: "Interesting, it seems that we Need to talk to them."

After speaking, Sherlock turned around and put the violin back into the case.

"They?" Winnie looked at Sherlock blankly. Who were they referring to?

"First of all, the servant named Sophie." Sherlock, who put away the violin, turned to look at Winnie.

"You mean the only maid who claimed to have heard the sound of the quarrel in Orlando's study on the day of the incident?" The name Sophie reminded Winnie of the contents of that document. During the quarrel, only Sophie insisted that she heard it.

"That's right." Sherlock was very interested in this Sophie who didn't have a good reputation.

"But didn't the police say that Sophie was talking nonsense when she was drunk?" Winnie remembered that the document said that Sophie was an alcoholic. The Watson family was either drunk or sleeping, so everyone didn't like Sophie, but because Sophie was a relative of Mrs. Watson, they all dared not speak out.

"Sometimes alcohol can not only make people hallucinate, but it can also reveal the truth."

Many times, no, it should be said that what Sherlock said is basically correct every time, but I don't know if it will be the same this time.

After Orlando's death, Sophie was officially sent to the Alcohol Rehabilitation Center by Alison, and she was not allowed to be discharged until the situation improved. Therefore, to see Sophie, Winnie and the others had to go to the Alcohol Rehabilitation Center of the hospital.

I thought that Sophie would not meet them so easily, because according to other people's mouths, Sophie is a very difficult person to deal with, and most of the time she only learns to restrain herself in front of Alison.But this time, when Sophie heard that they were here for Orlando, she quickly agreed to meet them.

Winnie followed Sherlock and kept looking around. Most of the people living here were serious alcoholics, some were sent by their families, some were doctors, and some were voluntary, while Sophie was In the former, she was forcibly sent in by Alison.

As he walked, Sherlock stopped suddenly, staring at the house number, he had already found the person he was looking for: "Sophie Adjani."

The author has something to say: This week, I am about to have a nervous breakdown~

I'm so tired that I don't even know what I'm coding QAQ

Part-time job from Monday to Friday, Friday, that is tomorrow, from 2:11 pm to [-]:[-] pm, all day revision on Saturday, exam on Sunday, and ORZ interview next Monday

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