My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

About a week later, Adelia left early in the morning to go to work in the lab.

"Morning Post! Morning Post! The mystery of the disappearance of a female teacher in Salisbury! There is a terrifying scientist behind it!"

Newsboys shuttled through the streets, stopping from time to time to ask, "Sir, would you like a newspaper?"

Adelia originally thought that her family had subscribed to a newspaper, but she didn't want to buy it, but the newsboy recognized him.

"Mr. Hudson! Would you like a copy? Your name is in the paper!"

The newsboy is a kid active on Baker Street, named Wiggins, who is only seven or eight years old now, and is very clever. Adlia doesn't mind supporting him with a little performance.She took out the coin from her pocket and handed it to Wiggins. She took the newspaper and sat on the bench to read it a while before going to work. It just so happened that she didn’t have to go back and talk to Holmes—she hadn’t thought about it yet. How to deal with roommate relationship.

Knowing that the gentleman was reticent, Wiggins thanked him loudly and rushed to him with the newspaper.

It is rare for Adelia to have a clear goal when reading the newspaper. This article "Surprise!The Missing Female Teacher and the Crazy Scientist" was on the front page, occupying nearly an entire page.

In fact, I could predict the final effect of the newspaper, but Adlia read it carefully: the whole article focused on how bizarre the disappearance of the female teacher was without traces, and the great Inspector Green keenly grasped it. The details that ordinary people would ignore, solved the case as quickly as a hawk.

If there are twenty sentences praising Sergeant Green, in contrast, there are two or three praising Hopkins, the new blood of Scotland Yard, and the last sentence——

With the help of the keen and astute detective Sherlock Holmes and his friend Hudson.

Expected.

Adlia read it again carefully, and the full text did not mention organ transplantation at all, but turned into a more mysterious hemophilia. Dr. Franky has a quirk of drinking blood, picking specific fresh female blood .

Perhaps because of some considerations of Scotland Yard, the newspaper did not mention how messy the body of the missing customs girl was, nor did it mention the nightmarish laboratory at all.

Does Scotland Yard have such power?Manipulating newspapers or something.

"Are you admiring your own name on the newspaper?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from the left ear.

Adelia almost bounced off the bench—hell, does this person have no sense of distance?Just lean behind her and read the newspaper with her?Also, how could you meet him while reading newspapers on the street?Wasn't he still sitting at home just now?

She subconsciously tilted her head to widen the distance, with a calm expression on her face: "Of course not, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, a keen and astute detective."

Probably touched his point of laughter, Sherlock laughed heartily, and then stopped for a few short moments: "I don't mind this description, although it may be just a reporter's description, the detective's friend Hudson gentlemen."

The cane twirled deftly in his hand, he twirled his toes, and briskly walked around to the front of the bench, and Shi Shiran sat down next to Adlia.Without a hitch, his right hand was placed behind Adlia.

This action is not too abrupt among the same sex in this era—even between the opposite sex who is familiar enough, but it is a little bit more than that for Adelia, but it is still within the acceptable range.

She made herself relax, and found a topic to keep her from paying attention to his movements: "Aren't you a little bit unwilling?"

Compared with Adlia's restrained actions, Sherlock seemed quite relaxed: "I don't think I need them to highlight my merits, the puzzle itself is enough, not to mention that as long as there is this name, someone will always be able to read it." Get famous."

Perhaps it was because of his relaxed attitude that Adelia was a little infected. She also relaxed a little, looked at him slightly, and grasped the point: "So are you planning to continue being a detective?"

Sherlock smiled inexplicably, his eyes seemed a little uncertain: "Maybe."

After a short thought, he changed his posture to better look directly at Adlia: "Are you concerned about my future?"

Ah, was asked.She didn't avoid his eyes, and replied calmly: "If you want to understand it that way."

She just cares about whether her roommate has the ability to live in 221b for a long time, she said to herself in her heart.

He laughed sullenly, wondering if it was a joke, and brought up the old matter again: "But I still want to work in the laboratory."

Adelia sighed long and long: "Really?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

In the busy city, the two formed a small corner of silence.

This kind of silence was not boring to Sherlock. He noticed that his roommate, who was always a bit out of the world, seemed to be thinking about something, but hadn't made up his mind. Maybe he was still thinking about his request, or maybe it was because of other things , anyway, he can't see through Adrian.He didn't know why there was some coke, and he didn't rush, and observed the crowd around him with great interest.

For him at this time, as long as there are people, there is room for his brain to warm up.

After about a few minutes, Adlia woke up like a dream, and she took out her pocket watch to check the time.

"It's time for me to go to work," she pursed her lips, "take the newspaper back."

Is it rejected?Sherlock chewed on her reaction.But he didn't care: "I just went downstairs - I'm not going back after reading the newspaper with you."

"Are you going?" Out of politeness, she asked where her roommate was going.

"Who knows? Maybe it's possible to order a dress, I have to buy something that looks better," he seemed to be thinking of something happy, the corners of his mouth raised, and he took the newspaper from her hand and put it under his arm. "Goodbye, Adrian, then."

Customized clothes?

Adelia was stunned for two seconds, staring fixedly at the back of her roommate jumping happily, a little confused.Her roommate's clothes can be said to be the more refined type among the gentlemen of this era, but it seems that his financial strength has not reached this level when it comes to custom-made clothes... Maybe Wilson's commission fee has arrived?

She thought about something, but she was used to letting herself go, and decided not to ask any more.

A carriage happened to pass by, so she waved and went to the laboratory.

But she didn't notice that Sherlock went to her old stronghold - Smith's tailor shop.

This day, Adlia didn't go to exercise after get off work, but went to the dissection room of the hospital.

"A rare visitor, Mr. Hudson." Maureen Stilton raised his head and glanced at Adelia who was wearing a white coat at the door. "Are you here to help?"

His voice came out from under the mask, a little muffled, even a bit gloomy.

To be honest, maybe he's more of a Frankenstein than Mr. Franky.

"Ah," Adlia buttoned her coat, "what are you doing?"

"A little personal work." He then lowered his head and was busy with the matter at hand.

It doesn't smell good, and it doesn't look good.Hearing this reply, Adelia understood that the other party got the corpse from the black market again.In this era, a lot of people do this kind of thing-tomb robbery, and then trade the corpses that can still be preserved and have some value on the black market.

The craftsmanship of making specimens in this era is far inferior to hers in modern times.

Every era has its own characteristics, and Adlia has no right to comment, nor does she want to accuse anyone on the moral high ground.

She could even guess the source of this specimen. It might be some poor man who was brutally murdered. Scotland Yard has no clues, and no one is willing to intervene. So after death, there is no peace, and it has landed here several times.

"If you're not going to help, I suggest you don't need to get to the bottom of it." Stilton's indifferent voice sounded.

"I respect your habits." Adlia raised her hands, although the other party did not look up at her, "I just didn't expect that such a deal would still exist after the publication of "Anatomy"."

"Where there is a demand, there will be a market." Stilton stood up slightly, and his waist was a little pained by bowing for a long time. "It is impossible to understand what information a corpse can bring to the case without much research— —he should thank me."

"He" refers to the "specimen" under his hand.

"I'm just a hair away from the cause of his death," he said emphatically, "Scotland Yard right now is so overemphasized on motives, on relationships, that once the clues of identity are lost, there's nothing they can do about it, but I can find evidence they don't see. "

Adelia shrugged, she simply and rudely classified this job as a forensic doctor.Even though she changed into white clothes, she didn't get too close, she just sat a little closer to him.

"Have you smoked recently?" he asked thoughtfully.

"No, I don't touch those black lungs." She replied quickly, thinking inappropriately: If that roommate keeps smoking at the current frequency, I don't know how his lungs will rot.

"So what brought you here, Hudson."

"I witnessed an organ transplant case, and I'm afraid you will go astray." She said lazily.

Why, so was Stilton, and so was Sherlock Holmes, how they were so interested in the riddle of life and death.Maybe she's out of date?

"Heh," the thin-cheeked doctor laughed lowly, "You might as well worry about your own mental health. If you die, I will find a way to find out the cause of your death."

As for whether this process will be bloody, there is no need to mention it.

Maureen Stilton was a doctor, but he also did forensic stuff.Forensic doctors in this era mostly focus on observing bruises, scars, etc., but Stilton firmly believes that there must be answers inside the body.

He is not a researcher in the anatomy room, but he is in charge of the personnel management of this place, so he is considered a small leader.

Maybe he was a little careless about his work. Stilton looked at the sky, took off his gloves, covered the unrecognizable specimens with a cloth, and took off his gloves to wash his hands.

"So you're the enthusiastic citizen Hudson? News this morning."