My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Maybe it was because she was really tired. In the carriage, she was a little confused and wanted to ask questions, but before she could say anything, her brain fell into sleep.She thought she heard a soft laugh before falling asleep, but she wasn't sure.

She thought that seeing such a scene similar to her previous life, she would have nightmares again.But it was very rare, very rare, she had a dark and sweet sleep without dreams.

She was supposed to be woken up by Sherlock, she was so sleepy, she followed him back to 221B, and she didn't remember how she greeted Mrs. Hudson, anyway, she was in a daze, and subconsciously told herself not to Lie on the bed with dirty clothes on, and fall on the sofa.

As if he heard Sherlock's laughter, he lighted a small candle lightly, hugged a blanket for her, and said something to her, but she didn't hear clearly, and fell into the muddle. Dreamland.

The next day I woke up to the smell of breakfast.

Adelia sat up in a daze, opened her eyes and stared at the table for a while, before slowly focusing her eyes.

"It seems that you slept well, Adrian." Sherlock, who was sitting on the other side of the table, flipped through the newspaper leisurely, "You kept this motion all night without moving."

Adelia wanted to speak, but remembering her own voice, she adjusted her voice calmly and made preparations: "Ah."

Her voice used to be feminine. When she was a teenager, she tried to smoke and drink by herself - taking a sip or drinking a sip in her throat, and taking advantage of the cold to die, and successfully abolished her throat. The most serious Sometimes it is not an exaggeration to say that the voice is broken.Although Mrs. Hudson later found out that she had to take a good rest, her voice was very close to a male voice after recovery, and she can easily break her voice when she raises her voice without moistening her throat.

"I don't have the habit of staring at people when I sleep, it's just that your posture didn't move at all after I woke up before going to bed." He didn't pay attention to Adlia's movements, "By the way, you are right about one thing , Sheriff Green has already held a press conference."

"Huh?" She reacted for a while, and then remembered who Sergeant Green was, "Oh."

When her voice is unstable, she will speak less.

The newspaper moved down, revealing his eyes, and Sherlock took a closer look at his extremely taciturn roommate, making sure that he was just too sleepy and a little distracted, and couldn't help but smile.

"I suggest you tidy up as soon as possible. Wilson said that he will come to visit during the Chinese lunch. Mrs. Hudson is excited to prepare a big meal."

Ah, don't you?

Adelia couldn't resist putting on the pain mask.

She didn't notice that her roommate was silently observing her rarely vivid expression, and the corner of her mouth covered by the newspaper couldn't hide a smile.

Seeing her own cup on the coffee table, she didn't care if it was the water from last night. She picked it up and took a sip, but it was still warm. Her throat was finally relieved. She cleared her throat a little and knew who helped pour the water. , whispered thanks: "Thank you for the hot water."

"With little effort," he flipped a page of the newspaper, "Are you sure you don't need to ask for leave from the lab?"

Why don't you ask for leave? To do experiments, it all depends on self-consciousness.Silently complaining in her heart, Adelia still got up reluctantly, lifted the blanket, and realized the moment her feet fell to the ground that the sleep last night was indeed a bit too comfortable, and her whole body was filled with a rare sense of relaxation.

Maybe it's because I don't sleep well or because I'm not tired enough?She was rarely in the mood to start a joke of her own.

Folding the blanket and putting it aside, she sniffed her collar and found no strange smell, which made her feel a little relieved, but she still decided to take a bath first.

"Are you going to take a shower?" her detective roommate asked.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Aren't you curious about what happened after that?" Unusual, he didn't say that he got the conclusion through observation, but asked directly.

During the days of co-renting, Sherlock only knew that his roommate's curiosity was weak, but he really didn't expect it to be so weak.After a night of running around and taking risks, once things happen, you can completely ignore them, and don't pursue the cause and effect.

Although in it, but like a spectator.

He carefully observed the changes in his roommate's expression.

It's a pity that Adelia didn't show any other emotions, but said calmly: "I'm not curious, but you guys will definitely talk about it later."

She spoke the truth, and her tone was not perfunctory at all.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, shrugged exaggeratedly, and the newspapers rattled.Adlia didn't care, and went back to her room to clean up and take a shower.

When she packed up and came out to have breakfast, Sherlock had already started cleaning his bottles and jars. She could sometimes see him tossing some reagents, and occasionally even saw the corrosive liquid such as persulfuric acid.But she is not a person who gets to the bottom of things, and usually pretends that she didn't see it.

It was rare to be energetic, and Adelia was not idle. After breakfast, she sent the plate down. When she came back, she took a watering can filled with 75% alcohol in her hand, and pointed at the place where Sergeant Green had sat the day before. The sofa was sprayed for a while, and then the curly cushions were put away.She sometimes prepares some 84 disinfectant in the laboratory, so she is not in a hurry to clean it at the moment, just pack it up first.

"Wait, Holmes, you don't have poisonous gas in your house, do you?" she suddenly remembered.

He was pouring an oddly colored green solution into a test tube: "Ah, who knew?"

"You'd better not." She muttered, put away all the newspapers on the table, and arranged them according to the time, thinking that they could be delivered to Smith at night, and even if the disinfectant solution was prepared, she would give it to Smith. share.

After cleaning up the traces of herself in the living room, Adelia's energy was almost exhausted.Wilson's graduation thesis was on the table. Sherlock was probably reading it just now, and Adlia didn't bother to look through it.Remembering that my desk calendar seemed to be still in the drawer, I turned over to get it again.

"You really don't leave any trace." Sherlock washed his hands and wiped them with a dry cloth. "At least the desk calendar can be shared on the table."

Adlia hesitated for a moment, and subconsciously shrank back.Should there be nothing written in the calendar?She thought about it for a while, but there were no marks except for a few bars.Just put it on.She rubbed the words "July", her thoughts drifted briefly, and she didn't realize that all her actions fell into the eyes of this unknown detective.

Then put it on.

She deliberately made herself stop looking at her calendar, but her thoughts were drawn after all, and she didn't know what she was going to do for a while, so she walked around the coffee table blankly, and returned to the room.

The room did not turn on the lights, did not open the windows, and the somewhat drowsy environment gave her a sense of security at this moment.

Hey, I'm so tired.

She pulled her thoughts, letting herself recall what happened last night, the soreness in her shoulders reminded her that none of this was a dream, and she finally stepped forward—even if half-forced—to meddle in other people's affairs.A feeling of uneasiness rolled in her heart, she couldn't tell, maybe she was used to being alone after coming to this world, and she just wanted to get through it peacefully, but when she intervened, she always felt that she was going to be pulled Go into a vortex.

I want to jump out, but it seems that I have been brought in.

With a long sigh, she tried to sit up straight and opened the curtains. The scenery outside was the same as before, or maybe the sky was a little clearer today.She took out her book, and read it one by one under the light outside the window.

Have you nestled in your room again?

Sherlock jumped up from the single sofa, stood by the window and waited for a while, making sure that he didn't hear any sound in the room, walked quickly to the table and picked up the desk calendar.

If there were no traces or records at all, then the meaning of this desk calendar would be the same as that of any newspaper, and Adrian would not have so many tangled and repeated actions, so there must be something on the desk calendar, Sherlock can be sure.

But after flipping through it, a tick was drawn for each passing day, a five-pointed star was drawn on May [-]st, a vertical line was drawn behind June [-]th, and a corner was folded in August, but there was nothing else.

Something must have been overlooked.

Sherlock was thoughtful, he quickly restored the calendar to its original position, and then sat back on his exclusive sofa.

The puzzles outside are over, and he can spend his spare time focusing on his mysterious roommate again.

The weather in London is indeed casual, and it was about to rain when Adelia saw Wilson at the window.

Her laziness came back again, and she didn't want to go out socially, until Sherlock knocked on the door of her room, and she lazily walked out.

Mrs. Hudson had already prepared her lunch and was serving the last dish. When she looked up, she saw that Adlia was still awake, and she couldn't help saying a few words: "Adrian, look Look at you, what does this sound like, Wilson is going upstairs immediately."

"Accidentally fell asleep." She felt a little guilty, buttoned her shirt to the top, and grabbed two more hairs to make herself look more energetic.She doesn't like to comb her hair back with hairspray when she is at home.

"Really," murmured the lovely lady, approaching Adelia.

Adlia bent slightly obediently and lowered her head, allowing Mrs. Hudson to stroke her hair again and pull her collar.

"This is your first friend—the first friend who came to Baker Street. You should pay more attention to it."

Mrs. Hudson will always be that lovely lady, even if she talks about it, it can be classified as coquettish in Adlia's heart.She rarely showed a somewhat innocent smile, and gently hugged Mrs. Hudson.

In fact, she doesn't have any friends or not. What she cares most about here is Mrs. Hudson.

Maybe count Smith downstairs—well, go see him sometime.

Mrs. Hudson keenly noticed that her child seemed to be in a much more relaxed mood, and became more and more sure that Wilson must be a good friend of Adlia. She secretly reminded herself to be more enthusiastic about Wilson in a while, and it was best to ask him about his eating habits. Be prepared next time.

Sherlock carefully looked at the expressions of the two Hudsons, and was convinced that there must be some kind of discrepancy between them. After he figured it out, he shook his head lightly with a smile, but he didn't say anything.

The author says:

The birthday of Mrs. Hudson in the original book is basically unverifiable. May [-]st is the birthday of Una Stubbs, who plays Mrs. Hudson. This article uses her birthday to commemorate this amiable wife.

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