My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Enthusiastic citizens?" Adelia didn't deny it, "You say so."

"In fact, some sane people can guess from the description that the story behind it is not as simple as it is written, and this is definitely not the beginning. The female teacher is not the only one affected," he sat diagonally across from Adlia , "Others died, and possibly more than one, but they were concealed so as not to cause panic."

"There are so many sensational stories in the papers that no one will peruse an insignificant report as much as you will."

"Medical stuff, I have my sense of smell," he smiled shortly, "so what are you asking?"

"Have you ever seen something like that—" She didn't know which word to use for a moment, specimen, corpse?or something else.

"You have to know that the specimens we come here are all kinds of strange things. The condemned prisoners who were shot, the poor people who starved to death or died for unknown reasons are also a little tattered."

"In April of this year, it may be due to the loss of a kidney, or the removal of all organs, ma'am, light blond hair, blue eyes," she pulled out the note that had been in her bosom for a long time, on which was written the missing The characteristics of several customs girls, and a simple small portrait, "I hope they don't change beyond recognition."

After hastily scanning the contents of the note, Stilton returned it to Adlia: "If the features are obvious, I will definitely have an impression. I'm sure I haven't seen it before."

"Also, do you know Frankie?" Adlia hesitated, then took out another piece of paper with her sketch on it, and she roughly drew Frankie's appearance.

Holding the piece of paper, Stilton's face froze and his body also froze.

Adelia, who was watching him cautiously, couldn't miss the change in his expression.

"Is this the arrested mad scientist written in the newspaper?" Stilton folded the paper in half and folded the sketch on the inside of the paper.

Adlia pursed her lips tightly, and nodded slightly.

"Hudson, I don't recommend you to interfere, just continue to be your lone researcher," Stilton exhaled, tore the paper in front of her, and put it back in her hand , "Otherwise I'm afraid, I will really see you on the test bench."

"You are not such a curious person, Hudson." At this point, his tone even had a hint of warning.

Adelia was exaggerated by his nervousness, and also felt a little uneasy.She put the scraps of paper in her pocket, and hummed vaguely.She wanted to ask more questions, but Stilton suddenly stood up, apparently unwilling to talk: "Now that you're here, help me draw my findings, I still hope to make a What about this collection of paintings?"

Adelia could only put all her worries back into her pocket and dutifully serve as a tool for Stilton.

By the time she dragged her tired body back to Baker Street, the sky had already darkened.

As soon as she came in, her roommate, Sherlock, with a hound-nosed nose, picked up on her unusual scent.But seeing her uneasy expression, Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Adrian, I accidentally put the cigarette case in your pocket again."

Adlia was stunned, and felt in her pocket—when did this person come in?Addicted yet?

She didn't like others touching her things, but after thinking about it, Holmes was not the kind of person who would rummage through her things, so she probably just threw them into her pocket as a prank.The irritability that was originally brought up was put down again, forget it, there is nothing to be angry about.

"Then don't smoke." Adelia said lightly, hanging the coat by the door.

Sherlock obviously came back earlier, wearing a nightgown, with his legs slightly curled up on the sofa, with a pipe in his mouth but not lit.He had already bathed, and now his hair was a little messy and drooping on his forehead, making it look less sharp and softer.

But when he looked up, his eyes were so bright.

"Then can you pass me my matchbox? It's in your trouser pocket." With a pipe in his mouth, his voice was a little vague, "If you can help me light it, I can reluctantly pursue the pungent smell on your body." .”

Adelia looked at the big lazy cat on the sofa, and sighed for a long time. She wanted to return the matchbox to him directly, but after thinking about it, he would not smoke after giving it back to him. Temperance, and I don't want to condone his habit of smoking at home.

It is also a good thing that the cigarette case and matchbox are in her hands, so let's control smoking indirectly.

She made a compromise, she wanted to go directly to take a bath, but she chose to walk up to Sherlock, bent down and lit a pipe for him.

Mr. Lazy didn't even move his head when the other party lit his cigarette, let alone make a movement to move towards him.It wasn't until he took the first puff of cigarettes into his mouth that he showed a smug smile, his brows and eyes stretched.

When she approached him, his sensitive nose had already analyzed the smell and saw many details - the pressed neckline, the rolled up sleeves, the lead dust on his hands, the trouser legs covered with dust... …

He doesn't want to ask, he prefers to explore by himself.

Adelia also didn't care why her roommate didn't show her excessive curiosity today, and went straight back to the room to take a shower and change her clothes.

Sherlock sat in his seat as if indifferent, but he was thinking about the conversation he had with the tailor today.

Adrian is indeed an interesting person, even his friends are so interesting, he pouted and began to integrate the clues of the day.

"Can you draw?"

Adelia heard her roommate ask as she opened the door to take a shower.

"Ah? Not really." Adlia wasn't sure whether someone told him or he saw it himself.

That's it, Adrian is not self-aware of his abilities.

Seemingly noticing that the other person's eyes lingered on him, Sherlock completely disregarded that he was the one who started the conversation first, instead he waved his hands in disgust to let him go away.

Adelia glanced at him inexplicably, didn't want to talk to him, and went to take a shower by herself.

When it was packed and came out, Sherlock was no longer in the drawing room, but he didn't turn off the light or pack his letters.Adelia was a little helpless looking at the mess, but she was not in the habit of helping others clean up, so she just turned off the light and went back to the room, out of sight and out of mind.

When she lay on the bed and started to fall asleep again, she thought of this roommate aimlessly.

"Who knows? Maybe a custom-made dress."

These are his words in the morning.

Wait, Adlia suddenly became sober again. Didn't he go to Smith?So I asked myself if I could draw or not?

Forget it, forget it, just go to Smith sometime and ask, it’s not a big deal.

Or find a way to divert this roommate's attention, always feel that he is the object of his observation...

Messy thoughts lingered in her mind, until it was completely dark, she finally felt a little sleepy, and fell into the weird dreams she was used to.

The author says:

Adelia: I am withdrawn and reticent, but I also have a circle of friends.

Lao Fu: No matter how many friends you have, don’t you have to light a cigarette for me (x

In addition, Adelia has already shouldered the important task of helping Lao Fu quit smoking/Scattering Flowers

Before this article writes that Adelia and Smith met, Lao Fu had already met Adelia's loyal friend!

——Touched a new copywriting, do you think it will be more attractive?

(Although I really liked the old copywriting)?