My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Shouldn't we talk about organ transplantation first?" Sherlock reluctantly handed over the letter.

"Proceed at the same time," Mycroft said, "You don't need me to urge you to handle the organ transplant. I'm afraid CAM is not."

So, Mycroft has always been predictable.

"So, it's an engagement and a love letter again, for fear that I won't move." Sherlock resisted the urge to say inappropriate words.

McCoff cheerfully poured himself a cup of tea: "He is not very easy to deal with. From a legal point of view, it is a bit troublesome to catch such a blackmailer, especially because most of the people he blackmailed are prestigious and would rather spend money, or would rather die than expose their letters."

"Unless there is a victim who is willing to sacrifice his reputation." Sherlock whispered.

"Yeah, he's been good all the time," Mycroft said, wiggling his spoon in disgust. "Can't you get some sugar?"

"No." Sherlock leaned back lazily.

This kind of blackmail was not the kind of case Sherlock liked to deal with, it was too rough and dirty to be disgusting.But based on his own sense of justice, he can't just sit idly by, not to mention that the love letter his girl gave him is still in the hands of the other party-even if he doesn't get it back, it will destroy her engagement with someone else, but he doesn't care about it either. Possibly watching her reputation crumble.

"The client paid a lot of money, and what I added personally was a referral opportunity, a reason enough for her to return to London," Mycroft said with a smile, "the chip has been placed on the table, you should really thank me .”

"Thank you so much!" he said loudly and sternly, reluctantly taking out a sugar jar from a drawer.

Seeing his brother's triumphant smile, Sherlock felt a little depressed, always falling one step behind him and stepping on his calculations.But I have to admit that McCoff did provide a lot of help, and he has no reason to be angry.

"Tell me about Milverton," he said.

McCoff handed him a business card and an invitation:

Charles August Milverton, Villa El Pudor.

"I think you should have heard some news. He bought the private letters of powerful people at a high price as his wealth, and often waited until the price was the highest to sell them, destroying several noble families and the official careers of several respectable gentlemen. , at least in my opinion, those flaws are just some mistakes people make when they are young," Mycroft's words are not all for the client's excuse, "he was just doing it for money at first, but now he may get out of such a life He has found a different kind of fun, torturing other people's souls, stimulating other people's nerves, and after threatening blackmail, he always likes to intimidate and torture the poor lamb from time to time, taking pleasure in human pain."

"Slippery viper," said Sherlock bitterly.

"Yes, so, in order to prevent your loved one from being tortured by him, and to get the location of Moriarty's operation as soon as possible, you have to work hard, Sherlock."

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, he could already see that his brother was forcing himself to remain calm.

He took out the pipe she gave him from the drawer, held it in his hand, but didn't smoke: "After you get the address out, what are you going to do with it?"

"Although I can let Brad run errands, if you want to participate, I can leave it to you." McCoff said nothing.

"You have already deployed." Sherlock said with certainty.

Mycroft smiled, didn't speak, just looked at him.

"I'll deal with Milverton," Sherlock made a choice. "The Milverton matter is over, and I'll take part in your work."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Mycroft drank the black tea in one gulp, looking at the undissolved sugar at the bottom of the cup with some regret: "Then, Sherlock, I will wait for your good news on Pall Mall Street .”

He stood up and walked away without much reluctance: "No need to send it off."

I didn't intend to send you off either, Sherlock thought.

Othella Clinic.

Adelia, who made up her mind to return to London, worked harder to train the doctors and nurses in the clinic. Now she has to bring one or two interns with her when she goes out to the clinic. There are not too many patients here, so each patient’s The consultation and physical examination are very detailed, which is convenient for them to learn.

Today, she and Joanna were waiting for patients, reading books and talking about clinical knowledge.

It's no wonder that everyone in the clinic said that she "cuts off love and never loves". She rarely talks about topics other than clinical, and she has no interest in participating in the recent gossip.

The door was pushed open, and their conversation came to an abrupt end.

"Ma'am, I'm terribly sorry for interrupting you," said a large-headed visitor with a smile on his face. "I have some private matters to discuss with Dr. Heston."

Joanna stood up bravely: "Sir, it's time for outpatient visits, I'm afraid it's not convenient."

The guest tidied up his suit jacket, and Adlia recognized that his pocket watch was probably real gold, and the ring on his hand also shone with an expensive luster.

Somehow, from his ambiguous eyes, she suddenly guessed his identity.

Sherlock must have just returned to London, and is this gentleman eager to blackmail?

"I have a, ah, entrustment letter," he said in a protracted tone, handing her the business card, his eyes fixed on her reaction, "I happened to pass by here today, so I want to discuss business with Dr. Heston. "

Adlia took his business card, and sure enough, she saw Milverton's name.

——I don't know if Mycroft has changed the address, and she is also a little uncertain how to deal with it.

Doctors in the countryside probably haven't heard of Milverton's reputation, so Adelia kept her job status: "Mr. Milverton, if you have something to do, please go to the lounge for a while, I'll see you after I'm done with the clinic."

Joanna always seemed to find that something was wrong, and her expression changed a little. She gently tugged on Adlia's white clothes, and Adlia tapped her lightly with her finger to indicate that it was okay.

Milverton looked at his pocket watch slowly: "Since it's over in 10 minutes, why don't you take a look at my body for me?"

He looked at Joanna as he said this, with explicit hints in his eyes.

Adelia knew in her heart that Milverton had never been greedy for beauty, but just felt that Joanna, as a former maid, might have the resources he wanted.She stood up, slightly in front of Joanna, and pressed her shoulders to sit her down.

"So sir, what's wrong with your body?" She asked like any ordinary patient.

"Occasionally there will be a little shortness of breath and chest tightness." He replied casually.

"Joanna, give him a brief individual examination," Adlia said casually, "For the convenience of auscultation, Mr. Milverton, please take off your coat."

Milverton looked at her for a moment with an odd look, but Adlia didn't respond.Milverton's round head shook slightly, he stood up with difficulty, and took off his clothes.

Adlia saw various things mixed in the clothes, including a gun and a notebook with letters in it.

Joanna held the stethoscope with some hesitation, and listened carefully to the key points of auscultation taught by Adlia, which took about a minute.

"Joanna, I can't just talk about auscultation, you just listen to the heart," Adlia said patiently, "Asthma, chest tightness, it may be a heart problem, it may be a lung problem, and there is another possibility. Obese patients with poor physical tolerance may also appear. Although I didn’t ask, you should think about it.”

"You don't have to be so harsh on the lovely lady—"

"Sir, she's a doctor," Adelia interrupted directly, "Joanna, you continue."

Joanna collected herself, asked again, listened to her lungs, and finally put down the stethoscope.

Adelia tore up a prescription note for Joanna and asked her to write it. After she finished writing it, she checked it again and made revisions. After giving some low-key instructions, she wrote a new copy herself.

"Sir, I have to say that your top priority is to control your weight," Adlia slowly tore off the prescription note written by her hand, "Many things tend to go from bad to worse."

She pulled the watch out of her breast pocket and took a look, and it was indeed time to get off work: "Joanna, go back and rest first, I will talk to this guest in the conference room."

Milverton rolled his shrewd eyes from side to side.

Joanna's complexion didn't seem very good, but she looked at Adelia's firm eyes, and finally left without saying anything.Adlia took Milverton to the back lounge, and after sitting down, she poured him a glass of water.

"Just tell me, what's the matter." Adelia said indifferently.

"I just heard that you are going to be engaged to the heir of Sir Brackenstow, so I came here to ask for an invitation with a shy face." Milverton showed a false honest smile, "You are indeed a A professional doctor, I mean, I didn't expect that you didn't end up with the great detective, and your feelings for him are really touching."

Adelia still sat upright: "I don't understand what you said."

"The Sir's heir is a good place indeed, as far as I know--Mr. Leburn Brackenstadt is indeed a good place, and it is said that he is very much in love with you," he said slowly, watching carefully. Adelia's reaction, "Unfortunately, I received a letter with lively words, which is really tempting."

Adelia's eyes stopped on his bow tie, which was a rather complicated Windsor knot. She was distracted for a moment, thinking that Sherlock seemed to usually wear a bow tie quite plainly, and often put the strap in the collar.

She only had a brief trance: "So what do you want to express?"

"I have a few letters here," Milverton said without making any fuss. "Twelve hundred pounds. Buy them out, otherwise your engagement party will be a mess."

The author says:

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