My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

The two of them probably got together and chatted about whether Sherlock could pretend to be Wilson well without studying medicine. Big, and laughed at her for being so indifferent at the beginning and now worrying too much, Adelia was dizzy and couldn't remember.

It wasn't until the road started to become flat again that Adlia came to her senses.

The voice drilled into the cochlea from her right ear again: "Although I don't mind whether the clothes are wrinkled or not, we are almost there, Adrian, you have to let go."

Only then did she realize that she was holding on to a corner of the clothes, so she could only pretend to let go unintentionally, sat down opposite Sherlock, and buttoned the clothes to the top again.

The total journey lasted about 40 minutes, the car stopped, and the driver knocked twice on the car lattice, indicating that he could get off when he reached his destination.Adelia rolled out of the car first, walked to the other side to give Sherlock a little help, and then secretly prepared in her heart—it was about to carry someone again.

Fortunately, she was not asked to work hard this time. The coachman got into the carriage and dragged the sack down.There seemed to be movement in the sack that had been sleeping as if there was no movement, but Adelia didn't see it clearly.The driver put the sack on his shoulders and motioned for them to follow.

By this time, Adlia did feel a little apprehensive.

This is a rather deserted place, with red brick pointed houses standing alone, and some faint light shines through a few windows, flickering.The horse was tied aside, kicking its legs boredly and snorting.It looks like no one is on duty here, but Adelia always has a feeling of being stared at, and she can't shake it off.

Forced to divert her attention, she stole a few glances at Sherlock's face to make sure she hadn't made a fool of herself with what she had made.

The door was only ajar, and the coachman pushed it open with one free hand, and led them into the hall.

There were no big lights in the hall, only some dim and flickering candles.

"Wilson—Wilson, you're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time." In the darkness, a gentleman hurried over to Sherlock and shook his hand tightly with both hands. "Ah, this is Tom, you Have you been allowed to participate?—Look at my poor memory, you've been on good terms."

He didn't wait for anyone's answer, and held Wilson's wrist tightly: "Coachman, it will be inconvenient for you to go further down, let Tom lead the people."

The coachman threw the sack on the ground taciturnly.Adelia had to carry the sack again.I have to say, fortunately, the lighting was not good and the night was too dark, otherwise they would definitely have noticed that her movements were slow and clumsy, and she didn't look like a coolie at all.

"Is it in the basement?" asked Sherlock, in Wilson's voice.

"Oh, yes, please pay attention to the steps, Dr. Frandy is waiting for you in the basement, I believe you must have a lot of common language, great scientists, great researchers—"

His tone was drawn out, full of admiration.

"Tom, you must not understand this. This is because the colonel gave you the opportunity to spy on our work content. You must not understand," he said hurriedly, "but this means that you can truly understand the content of our work." We've worked together, and yes, you've been doing a good job before, and we all appreciate you."

Adelia didn't make a sound, her hands were already sore, her eyes were fluttering and scanning the surrounding environment, she was thinking divergently, if she really wanted to draw a gun later, would her arm still be able to work? Withstand the recoil?

"I can't wait." Holmes' voice trembled a little, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or just pretending to be Wilson.

Walking down the long, winding staircase with a candlestick in his hand, the doorman stood up guardedly, holding a gun in his hand in an attacking gesture.

"It's me, James, it's me," Clint raised his hands, "We all reported in advance, Dr. Wilson, Tom, and our experimental product today."

The gatekeeper's eyes glowed in the darkness, and he looked sharply at the person in front of him. He was tall and tall, standing like a hill.Adelia made some calculations. According to the calculation of weight, she and Sherlock combined are about the same as him. If she wants to bring him down, she probably can only rely on weapons, but she is a little worried about how to beat the revolver.

"Put down the sack." His rough voice was stern.

Adlia put it down obediently, and moved her stiff shoulders a little.

"Open it and inspect the goods." He pointed a gun at Adelia and ordered her.

"Don't be nervous James, Tom will be our partner in the future." Clint joked at the right time.

James was unmoved, still pointing at Adelia.Adelia's palms were sweating, but she untied the sack calmly on the surface, and said in a rough voice, "Still unconscious, sir."

Wilson glanced at her.

The muzzle of the gun moved up and down, probably to nod, the gatekeeper stepped aside, opened the door, and finally gave the command: "Enter."

The inside of the door is so bright, and the smell of formalin makes people feel as if they have returned to the laboratory of the 21st century.But Adelia is sure that there is no such lamp on the market in this era, at least she has not seen it at all. This is better than the light in the laboratory where she is now-this is the basement at night.

The room is very large, roughly eighty square meters, and the shelves on both sides are filled with various specimens.

Maybe it was because the light was too good, and Adelia's eyesight was too good, or maybe it was because she had seen these things before, and she was startled and recognized them almost immediately: this is simply a small dissecting room—liver, Kidneys, brains, unformed babies, complete skeletons.

The cold clung to her body, and the smell of formalin made her sick.

There were two people sitting in the room, one was thin and small in a white priest robe, the other was in a gray suit and his eyes were cloudy.The priest's robe was obviously of a higher level. He adjusted his clothes slowly, and then walked straight to Wilson.

"Doctor Wilson, your presence has made this place full of glory." His facial features seemed to be loose, his eyebrows did not move at all, but his lips were parted as if he could swallow eggs raw, "I heard Clint say that, I am so happy We can have new partners."

His eyes weren't even shared with Adélia, or Tom.

"I really didn't expect that someone would walk on the same road as me." Wilson held the pastor's hand tightly, "You are actually a pastor?"

"No, no, no, I wear it as a protective suit, but I think my job is part of the nature of a priest." He thought he raised his eyebrows a little playfully, "Bringing blessings to people, can you understand?"

The author says:

I haven't come back in three years, I didn't expect the old circle of blessings to be so cold, it's laying, my friends. ?