My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Mr. Holmes, Hudson, here I come!"

It was Wilson's voice, and he sounded more refreshed this time.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson, Adrian has been looking forward to it for a long time," Mrs. Hudson said with a high tone. "It seems that my lunch is just in time. Your friends are waiting for you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." He took off his glove and took her right hand. "You are a very sweet lady."

Although the contact between men and women is quite common in this era, Adlia subconsciously avoided this very common hand kiss, just like she herself likes to be next to, lean on or hold something, outside She is still a physically restrained type, especially avoiding contact with people when she is outside.

"You guys eat first, don't worry about me." Mrs. Hudson was cheerful, and she didn't forget to encourage Adlia with her eyes before closing the door and going downstairs.

For a moment, Adelia wanted to call her to live with her for a meal, and she wanted to say that she would go down and eat alone with her—before Sherlock lived in, Adelia often ate with her aunt, and Sherlock moved in. After that, very, very little.Thinking of this, Adelia felt a little melancholy.

This time, Wilson was dressed neatly. This time, he ignored his "good friend" Adrian, and went straight to Holmes after saying hello: "Mr. Finding clues in tiny traces, I have to marvel at your mind, why didn't I hear about your reputation when I was in Cambridge?"

He held Sherlock's hand tightly with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

Adlia noticed that Sherlock couldn't tolerate such enthusiasm, and he was a little bit reluctant to pull his hands. He felt amused in his heart, but he didn't intend to make a rescue.Before being greeted, he pulled out the chair and sat down first.

"Just a little bit of talent, don't you think, Adrian?" Sherlock pulled out a chair for the big doctor, and tried to pass the conversation to his roommate.

How could he still remember this sentence?Adelia was a little helpless.

"This can't be regarded as a small talent. To be honest, I spent a whole night with people from Scotland Yard yesterday, and all of them combined are less than one ten-thousandth of yours." Wilson was full of gratitude.

Sherlock leaned back in the chair slightly, the corners of his mouth seemed to turn up, and then quickly retracted.

He is happy.Adlia felt that the roommate's expression seemed a little cute, so she couldn't help but said, "Perhaps this is the job that suits you, Holmes."

Those who look for cats, dogs, and people are simply hunting dogs.

"I can feel that you refuse me to work in your laboratory with all your heart." Sherlock may have his own considerations, but deliberately avoided talking about it. "I can even feel that you are planning me in your heart."

"That's not true," Adelia quickly denied. She didn't know how well the other party accepted the description of a hound, so she didn't want to say it, but changed the subject, "How about that Ms. Christie?"

"Thanks to you, she's fine," said Wilson, sitting up straight and leaning forward. "I took her to the clinic last night. I have a room in my clinic for patients who need to be hospitalized—she's supposed to be intravenously anesthetized." It caused a coma, thank God, so far no adverse effects have been seen, except for being a little frightened. I asked the maid to take care of her first before going to the appointment."

"Your marriage proposal was successful." Sherlock said slowly, he didn't feel any doubt, just a statement.

"Yes—is that your talent again?" He looked at Sherlock in amazement. "I don't think I have any marks on me... rings or anything, no."

"It's not a great technique. Once I explain my thought process, you will feel nothing more than that... Although you changed your coat before you went out to meet us, your shirt and suit pants are still quite elegant, and your right knee is knelt and pressed out. the crease, which is not hard to see, plus the smell of roses when we first shook hands - don't look at me with wonder eyes, it's just a little speculation."

After Sherlock received Wilson's admiring eyes, he couldn't help but glanced at Adlia.Adelia noticed this look, and translated it into "You can't imitate others" in her heart.

Adlia, who received the signal, pretended not to know, and pretended to socialize: "This is really a good thing, congratulations Wilson."

She picked up her cup, filled with white water, and gave a slight greeting.

Wilson picked up the wine glass and drank it down. While pouring the wine, he seemed to think of something, as if he had become a detective fan, trying to explain to her the detective's brilliance: "Hudson, maybe you don't know, although you always At first I was very nervous, but when I acted according to Mr. Holmes' instructions, I became more and more at ease."

Adelia kept smiling, just as a joke: "How do you say?"

"Because all subsequent developments are within his expectations, I just need to obey the director's orders like an actor—"

He couldn't help getting excited, and turned to Sherlock, "As you said, Mr. Holmes, I told Clint that I was a little curious about exchanging blood, but it's a pity that ten milliliters of blood is not enough for a small sample. The contempt of those customs girls in the East End - I just showed it a little. If they can contribute more blood, at least it means contributing to science. He quickly introduced me as a confidant and invited me to meet the scientist at night .”

"I should be glad that you are not that kind of person, otherwise you will fall into the abyss." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Perhaps it is based on the trust in our mutual friends."

Ah, you guys just chat, why do you always mention me?Adlia sighed: "This is due to the fact that Wilson is an upright person."

For some reason, Wilson blushed, "No, no, no, Hudson, you think highly of me."

"You must at least trust Ms. Christie's vision," Adlia shrugged, "at least you are brave enough and upright."

This was a rare compliment, and Sherlock gave her a sidelong glance.For unknown reasons, he changed the subject: "Ms. Hudson performed exceptionally well today, and the seasoning of the chicken is just right."

In a harmonious atmosphere, they finished their lunch. In order to reassure Mrs. Hudson, Adlia personally sent Wilson to the carriage.

Back in the room, Sherlock stood by the window, playing the violin with his head tilted.

Adelia didn't know much about music, but she could hear some anger or helplessness, she couldn't express it, she just quietly looked at his side face with slightly closed eyes.

After the song, he still stood silently in front of the window.

"What are you thinking?" he asked looking out the window.

Adelia knew he was asking her, but she just didn't think about how to say it.After a long silence, she suddenly said, "That's not the whole truth, is it?"

"Of course," he didn't look back, "In fact, Mr. Wilson does have his cowardice."

What he didn't say was that it was Adrian who showed surprising courage and calm.

"Ah." Adelia uttered a short syllable meaninglessly.

The two fell silent again.

The rare thing is that Adelia didn't hold back: "So it's not a blood exchange—what's the real purpose?"

This time, Sherlock turned around: "You know."

"I do not know."

"you know."

Sherlock was quite sure.

Adlia stared fixedly into his gray-blue eyes, and finally lost her battle.

"Organ transplant?"

"Transplant—you use the word very professionally, it coincides with that scientist's manuscript," when he mentioned the word scientist, his tone rose with a bit of sarcasm, "he is very concerned about whether the human body's organs can be replaced. Out of curiosity, a grassroots team was set up to screen patients through Wilson's clinic."

"In the beginning, they got some corpses of executed prisoners to practice techniques and so on. They also considered the problem of blood coagulation. They thought that if the blood coagulated, the organs would not be able to survive, so they focused on Wilson who was doing this subject. , When we are ready to officially start experimenting on living people, Wilson also has enough records."

"How are they sure that Wilson will continue?" Adlia asked subconsciously.

"Even if Wilson doesn't do it, they still have other ways to lure them, not to mention that they have talked about this matter when providing funds, which involves Wilson's concealment."

Adelia was silent for a moment: "So where did the money come from?"

"James Clint - or James and Clint together, that's what the Scottish venue reveals."

"They are by no means wealthy people. It's hard for me to believe that those people we saw that day could scrape together the money to open a clinic. At least they would have to rob a bank once to spend that much at once," Adele said. Ya's tone was a little taunting, "So in this regard, have you grasped the truth yet?"

"Yeah, Franky is obviously not the real core, he is just a practitioner of such a small matter." Sherlock looked out of the window again, without looking at his roommate, and put the piano on his shoulders again to make a gesture of playing, "I dare Bet there's something darker behind this."

"London's biggest business is crime."

Adlia didn't know where she had seen this sentence, and she didn't know why she said it.

Her roommate put down the piano and took a look at her: "Maybe you are right."

"I can always find it." He said as if sighing, and looked back out of the window again, making a gesture of playing, shaking his wrist lightly, and the violin made a beautiful vibrato.

Adlia stared at his back, but her ears seemed to be silent.After a long time, she stood up lightly, and took the newspapers she had sorted out in the morning in her hands.

After going out, she stood on the street and looked back. Sherlock was alone in front of the window, still immersed in the performance.

He still can't figure out what the power in the darkness is, but can he do it?

The author says:

Sherlock: You praise him for his bravery and integrity?You never praised me that much? (shock

I really didn't dare to collapse the characters in the text, but can I collapse it in words?