My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Do you remember Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" Mrs. Hudson put the breakfast on the table.

"Perhaps four years ago?" Adlia dragged the chair for Mrs. Hudson and unfolded the napkin. "I remember you said it, but I haven't met him directly."

After she sat down by herself, she pursed her lips slightly: "I regret that I couldn't get through the difficulties with you because I just entered the experimental group—"

"No, no, no, Adlia," Mrs. Hudson patted her hand affectionately, "you were a child at that time, even if you were not busy, I wouldn't ask you to help me. I don’t think it should be mentioned anymore.”

Adelia wanted to say something more, but this topic has been brought up too many times, and it is meaningless to say it again. She lowered her eyes slightly and picked up the knife and fork: "Then we should mention another one, aunt, I think you You should get used to calling me Adrian."

Hudson laughed softly: "I will not lose the chain in front of outsiders."

The morning at 221b Baker Street seems to be the same as everywhere in London. The sound of horseshoes and the relatively fresh air in the morning leap into this small rental house from the window.This is London in the nineteenth century, under the light and prosperity, there is darkness and filth everywhere.

Adelia has been here 12 years and still feels lost under the thick, greasy mist.

——It is difficult for her to determine whether she belongs here, and it is difficult for her to let go of the person who gave her warm embrace when she first came here.

Before Adlia could speak, Mrs. Hudson added: "Okay, okay, I will be careful in the future, and I will not forget your name."

Speaking of this, she paused, feeling a little anxious: "I actually want to say that Mr. Sherlock Holmes intends to rent this house... He also said that he might be able to share the house with his cash. I thought, if If you don't mind...?"

Adelia was a little surprised. After all, except for the time when she lived on campus, Mrs. Hudson had been recruiting some female tenants before, and was even willing to lose some rent for this. Mrs. Hudson was protecting Adelia's little secret. On, but never let up.

"Is it a long-term lease?" She pondered for a while.

"I think so, he is willing to pay a deposit for a three-year lease in advance," Mrs. Hudson's tone became a little proud, "There is no better rental house on Baker Street than 221b, and he visited it once before—— When you were still at school—you said at the time that he intended to move here."

"It's just you..." Mrs. Hudson looked at her tentatively.

It was Adelia's idea to recruit another tenant. Her job had been stabilized, and she would live here even less in the future. Mrs. Hudson was also getting older, so there was no reason for her to lose an income because of her special situation.What's more, Adlia has long been used to living as a man, and she has never revealed her secrets in the school dormitory, let alone this kind of house with suites.Her eyes were steady, and she seemed to be unaffected by Mrs. Hudson's question. Even if this was a trivial matter for her, her past life in modern times was enough for her to learn to protect herself.

If it is a long-term tenant, if it is reliable enough, Adlia thought to herself, maybe she can leave here with more peace of mind and no regrets.

"Auntie, I don't think you need to worry about me," Adelia comforted softly, "As long as you don't call my name wrong, I don't think I will have any problems."

When Mrs. Hudson heard her say this, she giggled: "If I don't call you Adlia again, I'm afraid I'll forget that you're a girl one day—don't worry, if there are guests, I will definitely not I’ll call it wrong, I’m not too confused yet.”

While laughing, she tapped the eggs on the egg cup, and then she lowered her head and realized that she had already tapped.She looked around, thinking that Adelia didn't see her embarrassment, so she continued to babble on her own.

"It's you, I'm really worried about you. I won't even say that a man can't have a woman's life. You usually don't even bring back a friend or classmate. I don't know about it except for the tailor downstairs. Who do you know..."

Adlia thought it was a little funny, but she just nodded and began to think about the new tenant.

Sherlock Holmes, she chewed the name in her mind.

When she heard this name for the first time four years ago, she always felt a strange sense of familiarity that caught her ear.But Adelia thought about it for a long time, but she couldn’t remember where she had heard it. After thinking too much, she even felt that the familiarity was a kind of Schrödinger’s familiarity. Before she remembered it, she couldn’t judge whether she was know the name.

A strange intuition told her that this was a reliable person.

After breakfast, she took out her notebook and thought about writing down in her familiar language: "New Tenant Observation Record".

After staring at the blank notebook for a while, she suddenly remembered something, opened the drawer of the desk, and there was a calendar in it—it is now May 5th, one and a half months before the day she planned to leave Baker Street arrive.

It should be noon, even though the sun at noon could not penetrate the dense fog, Adlia rubbed her forehead, she was already tired of the scenery outside this window—or she was already tired of the scenery of this place up.

The note on the seventh page of the calendar was crossed out, and the owner of the calendar refolded the corners in August.The calendar was taken to the room, and the bookshelves and desks in the living room were empty, except for a brown hat left on the coat rack.

The place seems to be in good order and ready for a new tenant.

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"So are you sure you want to rent together?" Mycroft Holmes, an insignificant official. He frowned, enduring the discomfort caused by the bumping of the carriage, secretly thinking about how long he would be able to get rid of the restraints situation.

"I believe Mrs. Hudson's place will be a good place." Sherlock Holmes has a high tolerance for this carriage. He liked to run around when he was in college. , not to mention that he actually didn't want to show weakness in front of his elder brother.

"Her distant nephew has a very good relationship with her. Since her nephew is also living in that house, he will not treat her badly...Moreover, Mrs. Hudson is a very kind lady," Sherlock said to his brother. A little helpless, "You always feel that I can't stand this and that, but you are yourself. I think all the bones in your body are about to fall apart."

Mycroft forced himself not to frown so tightly, but his face was still a little unhappy: "I will get out of this situation soon-much faster than you can earn your own rent."

The carriage stopped, and Sherlock got out first.

"I cheated from you, isn't that what I earned?" With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he pressed his hat, "Thank you brother for taking me for a ride, I wish you a smooth journey."

The door of the carriage was closed, and Sherlock looked around. The fog in London was indistinct, and there were some beggars.He sometimes plays this little game of observation, who is really in distress, and who is lazy and lives on handouts.

Looking up, you can see a few small square windows, the windows are half open, and you can see the printed curtains inside, which are very common on this street, and that is where he will live in the future.

After tidying up his collar and cuffs again, Sherlock felt that there should be nothing wrong with him, so he finally raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door of 221b Baker Street was opened for this young gentleman.

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