My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Shh-!"

It seemed to be the sound of footsteps, and Adlia tried hard to distinguish it. She temporarily put the question behind her, turned over and poked her head carefully beside Sherlock, focusing on the current situation.

Two men in black clothes, one tall and one short, were walking towards the gate with a lamp in hand. They seemed to be talking in a low voice, but they were too far away to hear clearly.The tall one looked familiar, but he was far away and couldn't see clearly.

Adlia began to regret giving Sherlock the telescope, but her weird psychology prevented her from asking Sherlock to get the telescope back.Just as she was struggling, she touched something cold by her hand.

Her roommate, still holding her binoculars in one hand, handed her his own in the other.

It's useless to say more at this moment, Adlia picked up the binoculars and began to observe, but she couldn't help holding her breath as soon as she saw her: "That's Wilson—"

She exclaimed in a low voice.

Sherlock didn't explain anything, just raised his index finger to his lips to silence Adlia.

After the two men dressed in black entered the gate, Adlia asked in a low voice, "Did you arrange it? Or was he one of them..."

"It's just a test, but I didn't expect it to be very effective," he explained in a low voice. "The next step is to see how our brave gentleman performs."

His eyes were fixed on the window, the light turned on, and there was still a shadow swaying: "Adrian, put the light on, we won't forget it later."

Adelia, who was still talking about leaving, subconsciously obeyed Sherlock's words and carefully extracted the information in his words.

"Listen, Adrian, this is our action." If it wasn't for the sound that floated into Adlia's ears, she would have suspected that her roommate had turned into a statue." After Wilson successfully subdued the man , we will turn in through the side window, and wait for their carriage to come, me and you, we will take Christie to the carriage, Wilson and Hopkins will stay here, so as not to slip through the net, as for Green, he can use it His clever little head is thinking about how to catch up without making a fuss."

Adelia thought inappropriately: Fortunately, she didn't really let herself chase the carriage with her legs.

Maybe she subconsciously knew that even if it was outrageous, she would still execute it with a high probability.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that Adelia's legs were numb. Suddenly, the light in that window suddenly went out, and then turned on again quickly.

"Here we come—" His voice was very low, but he couldn't suppress his excitement, "Let's go!"

It has to be said that Sherlock's skill is very vigorous, and it is easy for him to turn over the window.Adlia followed closely behind, lamenting that thanks to the usual exercise, she would have been exposed at this moment.

The entire villa was empty, there was no one there, only the main staircase had some dim light, which should have been lit just now.Adlia stooped like Sherlock, trying not to let her shadow see through. When she went up to the corridor on the second floor, she saw Wilson pacing anxiously.

The gentleman's face was pale under the candlelight. He rushed up and held Sherlock's hand tightly with both hands: "What you said is all right, they have some crazy plans, I—I now— "

The big man choked for a moment, his hands trembling and he couldn't speak.

"You've done a good job, Wilson. Christie will definitely be saved because of you," Sherlock comforted softly, and patted Wilson's shoulder with a hand. "Where's that person?"

"Stunned, I've already torn off his coat," he frantically began to take off his coat and vest, "Christie is still unconscious and doesn't know I'm here."

"You've done a good job, Wilson." He looked at the flustered gentleman and gave him some affirmation again. "Although she will be a little frightened, it won't disrupt our plan."

The two quickly exchanged information while changing each other's clothes.

"As you expected, Mr. Holmes, you have guessed almost all his questions. I didn't even make any extra effort. You can do as you imagined." He put on his deer hat and looked at Sherlock. I don't know where to take out "cosmetics" and apply it on my face, "You still have this hand--I'm afraid Clint won't be able to see it for a while."

This really surprised Adelia, even she couldn’t help but take a few more glances, it’s not exactly the same, and the tools are rough, but they still look decent, an unfamiliar sight in the dark People should be unrecognizable.

But it wasn't difficult for Adlia to see traces of Sherlock from this disguised face, and out of her long-term habit, she almost subconsciously analyzed what could be improved.

But in terms of body, the exterior is really perfect.

She didn't want to expose more of herself in front of outsiders, and she wanted to say something. After she opened her mouth, it became: "So you have cotton pads on your shoulders—?"

After I finished speaking, I thought about it, no wonder it didn't feel right at the time.

"It's not just the shoulders. Mr. Wilson looks stronger than me. I have made some adjustments in my body. I used to be in the drama club-we can talk about these details after we go home-don't be idle, you go Put on the man's clothes."

"His code name is Tom, and he's insignificant in this matter," Wilson added in a timely manner. "He doesn't even know where he's going. He's just responsible for stealing, and he's all the important people who came to spy on me this time." unclear."

Adelia wanted to say that she could still play with her face, but also wanted to refuse the request to change clothes, but she had to do so, and the only one of the three present who was a little closer to that Tom was her, Hopkins Even more unlike Green.Resisting the desire to sigh, she slipped into the room to pick Tom's clothes.

Stumbling on, she suddenly felt that she had listened to Sherlock a little too much, and she wouldn't be so decisive in carrying it out.

Tom's shirt is obviously very worn out. If you don't change it, Adelia's custom-made shirt is easy to reveal. If you change it, her identity does not allow her to change clothes here.But fortunately, the collar is very high, and the weather is cold, so it won’t be exposed when the collar is buttoned to the top——Adelia silently buttoned the mouse-eyed deer-headed Tom’s clothes, despising the dirt while wear on the body.The figure is really similar.

Ah, it's a little shocking.

The collar is pulled too high, and the strange smell is bothersome.

She changed her clothes, tied back the cloth strips that bound Tom's hands, tied a beautiful surgical knot, hesitated for a moment, and took out the charcoal pencil and small brush from the coat.Only then did the door of the room open, and there were two Wilsons outside the door.

One of Wilson spoke in Sherlock's voice: "Okay, you can call Green and Hopkins, and let them take Tom away."

"Don't you need to ask yourself?" Adelia hesitated, and lit the little lamp they brought.

"There will be no more clues about him," said Holmes, who was full of expression on Wilson's face. "Wilson, remember what I told you before."

"After you get in the car, hold a small light by the window to give a signal. It will flash twice. A police detective will come to meet me. I will take Tom away with him."

Tom stuffed a cloth in his mouth to make sure he wouldn't make any noise when he woke up.

"What about that voice?" Adlia reminded in time.

"Ah, a few short words can be similar."

This time, the two Wilsons were indeed difficult to distinguish, and Adlia closed her mouth.But I still added a sentence in my heart: If you don't look at your face carefully.

Before he had time to explain more, Sherlock's sensitive ears heard something: "The car is coming, just do as I said before!"

The real Wilson nodded solemnly: "Mr. Holmes, Hudson, I leave it to you—the driver's code is: for great research."

The author says:

Adelia: I don't want to expose myself to outsiders.

Sherlock: We'll talk about the details when we get home.

All in all: I hit it.

And that's it!Sherlock just mixed things up on purpose, so he won't return the telescope to you, hehe. ?