My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

[I finally found the missed letter, Anne, I thought the words in it would be more enthusiastic, but you are too reserved, no wonder Milverton only offered a price of [-] pounds, he is probably worried Even if it is announced, it will not achieve his purpose.

I really want to show you the correct way to write a love letter, but when the pen falls on the paper, I don’t know what to say. I wanted to copy Shakespeare’s sonnets and compare you to a lovely and gentle In the summer of [-], after thinking about it over and over again, I still feel that you are more compatible with spring. There is a beautiful sun hanging high in the sky, giving a pleasant temperature; , found the dewdrops of the dawn, the larks of the dawn; bad luck almost succeeded, and separated you and me completely.At this moment, I have the opportunity to state the rhetoric of love to you, but it’s like a drama actor making his debut, forgetting the libretto, but you have to be sure of all my emotions for you, you know, you know me better than anyone—— I didn't appreciate love at first, but you poured it into it.

I'd better leave some words and tell you face to face when we meet. I will try my best to find you in Kent within a week. I hope that when I go, there will be fewer rivals who are eyeing you. ]

Adelia was a little funny, but she couldn't help but feel a little sweet in her heart. She smirked for a long time in the room alone, picked up the pen and put it down again, not knowing how to answer—this is not a detective, it is clearly a robber. Unreasonably took away her sanity and turned her into a silly girl.

No longer looking at that embarrassing letter, Adlia opened her notebook, wanting to do something serious, but flipped through it, only to find that one of her folders had a picture of a girl in a worker's uniform when they reunited that day. he.

She couldn't help laughing again, tore off the page neatly, left her name on it, and looked for a copy of Shakespeare from the bookshelf for a long time.

[I think I'm luckier than you, my eyes share your appearance, my heart possesses your inner love]

She neatly excerpted this sentence into this small sketch, and when he came, she would give it to him in person, and listen to what he said when they met.

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Diogenes Club.

"My God, you have never looked for me so frequently like this time." Mycroft rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache, complaining plausibly.

"I'm almost engaged, my brother," Sherlock said, sinking himself comfortably into the sofa, "what's the matter with contacting brotherhood?"

"It affects my work." Mycroft said.

"Ah, indifferent bachelor," sighed Sherlock.

McCoff decided not to condone his younger brother's behavior, and took out all the correspondence between him and Adlia in the past few years, which contained many discussions about Moriarty, Moran, and so on.

He rubbed his forehead: "Oh, I forgot. It's useless to give it to you. Your fiancee didn't mention you in the letter."

The corners of Sherlock's originally raised mouth dropped a degree: "Because she wrote it in a letter to me."

"It's a pity," Mycroft shrugged. "I read it. Milverton read it. You haven't."

"I have," retorted Sherlock.

Mycroft rummaged through the drawer, rummaging, rummaging: "Ah... this one, let me think about it, was Miss Hudson asking me to hand it over to you - I refused."

Sherlock sat up suddenly, and took the letter into his hands--sealed and never opened.

Mycroft still wore an inscrutable but harmless smile. Obviously, in this war between brothers, Sherlock was unfortunately at a disadvantage.

but--

"It doesn't matter, she has plenty of time to talk to me," Sherlock stuffed the letter into his arms slowly, "but brother, you need someone to control you a little bit, including your weight."

"So, you are willing to be restrained. Now you are quitting smoking, maybe you will have to eat and drink later," Mycroft said, "I hope you don't come to me after quarreling with her in the future."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "We understand each other."

"Love is an emotional thing, it's the natural enemy of reason, you've already realized that." Mycroft changed his position.

"Yeah, I know."

The brothers' similar gray eyes stared at each other, and after a long while it was Mycroft who looked away first.

"The client is very satisfied with the Milverton case," Mycroft said euphemistically. "He said that he must give you some material rewards to subsidize your action for justice at the risk of ruining your reputation."

Sherlock didn't think the matter was too glorious, and wanted to expose it, but he turned around again when he got to the tip of his tongue: "I'm really short of a ring."

Mycroft had already thought about his refusal, but unexpectedly, his younger brother gave her an answer that caught her off guard. He quickly realized: "If you propose marriage, do you have to get married?"

"Yes, of course," Sherlock really thought for a while, when he saw Mycroft, he often thought of Brad, and when he thought of his rival in love, he suddenly thought of Laiburn, and he even added a request, "Slightly conspicuous A little bit, the kind that is more obvious on the wrist."

It was rare for McCoff to experience a feeling of speechlessness from his younger brother, so he decided to change the topic: "Brad's people conducted an in-depth investigation of several construction companies that the clinic had hired in the past. It’s a simple clinic that has been in operation for three years and has been repaired by six companies.”

"Because they don't want any party to get all the designs." Sherlock said naturally.

"That's true. We put together a blueprint. It's not complete, but it's barely usable." Mycroft gave him the blueprint.

Sherlock looked at it carefully: "From these, you can see several secret passages, and some strange ventilation ducts leading to the place where the operation is performed. If they use anesthesia, they may have to obtain a relatively large amount of medicine. ,"

"I need to mention that this Dr. Richard seems to be a fan of your fiancée," Mycroft shook his leg, "he found her early and got some of her in Orther Pulling paperwork for clinic visits and even delving into her dissertation."

"The most interesting thing is that he seems to have protected Miss Hudson from exposing her to Moriarty."

Sherlock clicked his tongue a little irritably. When a person's scientific level is advanced, it is inevitable that some eyes in the dark are watching and coveting.He said objectively: "He didn't necessarily want to protect it deliberately, maybe he didn't want her to take away Moriarty's sight and make him lose his current position."

"It's only ten days before your engagement, and I want to ask two things."

"You said."

"Are you still planning to intervene in this case?"

"why not?"

"But you don't have your ring in place, or even propose?"

Sherlock was silent for a moment: "She won't refuse."

Mycroft smiled vaguely, but stopped asking, and continued to discuss the case with him: "Miss Hudson's guess is correct, our informant sent news, do you remember the blood transfusion a while ago?" Is it a matter? They recruited healthy people who sold their blood, either by cheating or forcibly imprisoning them, and putting them on the operating table for surgery. The two operations were performed at the same time, and their livers were exchanged. However, every patient insisted on It won't be long, and the longest one is only three days."

"They have obviously disregarded human life, and Richard is simply not worthy of being a doctor." Sherlock said disgustedly.

"Richard even tried to replace his heart some time ago. He thought the liver was full of fat and was not clean," McCoff laughed. "Even if I don't know much about medicine, I know his ideas are unreliable. To be honest, Miss Hudson, hey, I'll call her Dr. Hudson, she always has a scientific view on these operations, I asked her if such an operation is feasible, and she said that it is absolutely impossible with current medical technology , cited a number of examples of rejection and circulatory failure, I even wanted to show it to Richard, if he was really a doctor, he would stop."

"He's a murderer." Sherlock emphasized that he didn't want to hear that Richard and Adlia were confused.

"I didn't want you to participate in this operation. After all, we have invested some police force this time. It would not be beautiful if you participated rashly, but there is one thing that is convenient for you to start," McCoff said, "There is a gentleman who accepts He contracted syphilis after a blood transfusion. He tried to denounce Richard, but was—— committed suicide. The news is all in today's morning paper. Of course, the morning paper must mention syphilis. I don't think it will take a day for Lestrade I will go to you, I think, you can solve it within three days, and rush to Kent to propose marriage?"

"Of course," Sherlock said without hesitation, "I trust you, but are you sure Scotland Yard doesn't have their insiders?"

"I'm quite cautious about the Moriarty matter," Mycroft was a little worried, the name annoyed him a little, "all of them are reliable people—even if you sneak in, you can't tell whether they are insiders or not." .”

"That's best."

Coming out of the Diogenes Club, Sherlock found a newsboy and bought the morning newspaper. As expected, he saw the news that Ronald Adair, a son of a nobleman, committed suicide. The incident caused a sensation in London.

When living alone, he would occasionally miss some news, Sherlock thought in his heart, but after a while he would not have such troubles, someone would always pay attention to some crime news for him.

The newspaper said he had been shot dead at home in the middle of the night, and there was no sign of a break-in in the house.The time of death is currently inferred to be between 11:30 p.m. and [-]:[-] p.m. on April [-]th. His mother was at home that night, but no one heard any strange movements. The servants said that although Adair has been in a slightly depressed mood recently, but He won a big victory in the poker club that day, was in a good mood, and showed no signs of suicide.The case is currently being investigated by Inspector Lestrade.

Sherlock searched for the address. It was on Park Street, adjacent to Oxford Street. The house was only separated from the street by a short fence. It was not difficult to break in. He wandered around the door with his hands behind his back for a while, making a preliminary judgment The first floor is full of servants' rooms, and on the east side of the second floor, where you can see several Scotland Yard hats, is Adair's room.There was nothing outside the window to assist climbing, and it was easy to enter that room.

He looked at the opposite room across the street and thought about it.

After all this was over, he knocked on the door and went to find his partner.

Lestrade looked a little anxious, and it was rare that he didn't say something strange: "You came just in time, and I might have to go to find you later."

"How is the scene?" asked Sherlock.

"Never moved, I want you to take a look with your own eyes," Lestrade's jaw clenched, "The countess is unbearably excited and doesn't live here for the time being. Adair's sister is willing to cooperate with our investigation, but there is no more information. gone."

"Did no one hear the noise that night?"

"Not at all, not even the servants downstairs."

"Servants never hear." Sherlock said indifferently, strode up the stairs, walked up a few steps while holding onto the railing, turned around and went straight up the stairs, there was an agent guarding the door, and he was also a familiar face , nodded and let him in.

When he opened the door, he suddenly thought that Adelia's cleanliness seemed to be getting worse recently. If she was by her side, she would definitely hand him a handkerchief stained with alcohol or disinfectant in disgust.

The author says:

There are less and less people orz, but I will finish it.

Anxiety Jun, who had promised to invest in deep water before, would add an update, but it seems that the other party didn't read the article, and it would be over if he didn't add an update, so rushed!Try to write a marriage proposal tomorrow or the day after tomorrow!

感谢在2022-01-2700:16:12~2022-01-2716:11:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 little dongdong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?