My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

The sexgirls of London's East End are more commodities than people.Suddenly one or two are missing, as if no one cares, only a few people with the same fate will worry for several days and shed a few tears.

Perhaps it was because the missing girls were customs girls that no one cared about, and the criminals' methods were quite rough and careless, but because a year had passed, their traces seemed to have been erased, and even Holmes did not find any more. clue.The belongings of Ms. Flynn, who disappeared in April, were not completely lost, and the woman who shared the same room with her also provided some information.

The most important starting points are Wilson's clinic and the last missing Ms. Christie.

Sherlock went straight to Ms. Christie—he checked the last place Christie's bike had been, her home, and her profile.

Christie's bicycle was hidden in a bush. Judging from the traces nearby, it should have been moved here after Christie was taken away or fainted.Sherlock followed the traces around (it was not easy) and finally located an asphalt road.There are a lot of people on this road during the day, but it is very deserted at night.After locking the time window of Christie's disappearance, Sherlock quickly deduced the scene at that time.

Christie, who worked overtime at night and came home late, was on the way home by bicycle, a man jumped out of the grass on the side of the road and pushed her aside (maybe covering her mouth, maybe it was anesthetics, Sherlock was more inclined to the latter), he The accomplice moved the bicycle to the side of the road, and then took the man into the carriage with him.From the width of the ruts, Sherlock can basically conclude that it is a cab.

"The ruts of rented carriages are narrower than those of private carriages. This is nothing new," he paused. "I got mixed up with some coachmen in the Eastern District."

You can not only inquire about the lost customs girl, but also know whose carriage was rented out for a night.

"Anyway, following the carriage, I found out where Ms. Christie was taken, but that's not enough..."

Sherlock went to Wilson's clinic. The blood sample was placed in a refrigerated box, and the record book was placed next to the box so that he could operate it himself.There is only one ordinary small lock in the entire small operation room, and ordinary people may not be able to see it, but after Sherlock removed the lock cylinder, he found other traces of violent cracking.In addition, in order to take the blood away smoothly without destroying the blood sample and making it unusable, the thief has only two options: either take it to a place close to where it can be stored quickly; or carry a small box on his body and put some ice packs to control the temperature .If it was the latter, then it must have been committed at night.

Speaking of this, Sherlock was about to say that it was the credit of a letter from an unnamed lady, in which the staff activities in the clinic at different times were clearly written.But just as he was about to speak, looking at the arrogant sheriff, he swallowed it back for some reason.

"In short, based on my observations, Wilson's own affirmation, and the help of an enthusiastic person, it is basically certain that the crime was committed at night."

Stealing blood is too absurd, what can a small [-]ml blood do?This is absolutely beyond the comprehension of most thieves.It can be seen from the fact that the object of choice is the custom woman, the behind-the-scenes obviously does not want to attract attention.The clue to the loss of the blood sample is temporarily broken.

"But it's not completely broken." Sherlock's face became serious. "I have obtained information about Wilson's research. It is not difficult to guess that the other party should be a person, a reference, who stole the blood. Afterwards, she wants to confirm that this person's blood will not have an agglutination reaction with his reference person, that is to say, she will definitely make a confirmation that the person she is looking for is the person she is looking for."

"Finding Christie is not the end. I didn't rush to startle the snake, but got the news from the coachman that they will take her to the real destination tonight."

Sherlock had expected that the sheriff would interrupt his speech several times, but on the contrary, he listened very carefully, as if he was thinking about something.On the contrary, Hopkins seemed a little impatient: "In that case, what are we waiting for?"

"They don't want to be known, so they will definitely commit crimes at night," said Adlia who answered the question. "It's still daylight at this time, so it doesn't make much sense for a group of people to go there early."

"That's right," Sherlock nodded slightly, "Ms. Christie's imprisonment is not considered prosperous, but there are a lot of people coming and going at this time, and we will inevitably be suspected if we stay stagnant for too long."

"Then the young—" drawled the sheriff, for it was evident that he had suddenly forgotten Sherlock's name.

"Holmes," Hopkins reminded in a low voice.

The sheriff glanced at Hopkins approvingly: "Young Mr. Holmes, based on your inference, although I think there is no reliable evidence, but at the moment of human life, I decide to give you my trust."

"Ha!" Sherlock's brows twitched, "That's really grateful, Mr. Sheriff."

At this time, the sheriff reluctantly revealed his name: "You don't have to be so unfamiliar, you can call me Mr. Green."

Sergeant Green quickly made a "reasonable" arrangement: "Then, the four of us will go to the place where Ms. Christie is currently imprisoned. When they are about to be transferred to another place, this detective and I—"

He paused, thinking again about what the detective's name was.

"Mr. Holmes," he cleared his throat, "and this—"

He didn't wait for someone's reminder, and said to himself: "Mr. Holmes' friend, the three of us follow. Hopkins, you stay where you are and see if you can find other clues."

Hopkins wanted to refute something, but held back: "I have no problem, Sheriff."

Sherlock took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time: "It's almost time, let's go, Adrian, one carriage ride is enough for us."

Green nodded: "You are in front, and Hopkins and I will follow behind in my private carriage."

I wanted to say something more, but I noticed that Adelia patted himself on the shoulder lightly.

"Let's go down and call for a carriage first," her voice came from behind, very softly, and she raised her voice slightly in the second half of the sentence, "Sheriff Green must be more experienced than us, and he must know better than us what to do so as not to show up."

"It should be so." Sergeant Green raised his head high.

This time, Sherlock noticed the rash on his body, but before he could take a closer look, he was dragged away by his roommate who was rarely strong.

After going downstairs, Adelia didn't directly call the car as she said, but first told her aunt: "Auntie, later Green—be sure not to remove the blanket after the fat and tall man is gone." , and don’t sit on it, I’ll come back and clean it up.”

Mrs. Hudson didn't have time to talk to her, she waved her hand to signal her to have fun, and went back to the kitchen.

"Do you suspect that he has some infectious disease?" Sherlock suddenly understood.

"It's not doubt, it's affirmation," Adlia said calmly. "Syphilis rash is a typical manifestation. Although it won't be contagious by sitting on the sofa, I respond."

Sherlock stared straight at Adlia, stunned for two seconds, and couldn't help laughing: "As expected of you, Adrian, you are really wonderful."

His mood improved, and he put his hands on Adelia's shoulders and led her forward: "Thank you so much, otherwise I would have to squeeze into a carriage with a lump of fat—oh, poor Huo Pukins."

He also squeezed her shoulder quite intimately, and his cheek was close to her ear.

Adelia suddenly felt someone approaching so close from behind, she almost stopped breathing for a moment, and was pushed forward before she could react, which made her stiff and even wanted to push away .Especially since this person is still tall, standing behind her completely feels shrouded and oppressed.She hasn't been so close to outsiders for a long, long time, and she feels somewhat uncomfortable, but she finally holds back.

Damn, what did this man eat to grow so tall and have such dead arms?Adelia had nowhere to put her inner embarrassment, and forced herself to ignore the breathing of him who was too close just now, and diverted her attention by complaining.

Sherlock sensed the stiffness of the person in front of him, perhaps pleased by her unusual reaction.

Adelia didn't look back, and didn't see his sly smile.

"carriage!"

The author says:

it is good!

energetic!

I really like to write about their little daily actions, including pushing people back by pressing their shoulders, and dragging them to walk.When watching Jeremy’s version of Lao Fu, the gentlemen walked arm in arm, I really want to write 55555

(I'm busy today, it's a bit short, and I haven't checked typos and sentences yet, let's meet again in the next update?