"I think he's on his lunch break, his schedule is always upside down—"

Mrs. Hudson's voice was a little muffled through the door, and Adlia opened her eyes suddenly, and the drowsiness in the room seemed to be the same as before she fell asleep.

How long have you slept?

She seems to have lost control of time a long time ago.

"I took the liberty to disturb you," the gentle male voice said with a smile, "The dormitory at Cambridge University will be taken back soon, and I just happen to be able to come here this weekend."

Ah... still an alumnus.

Adelia wanted to sit up, but her body was heavy, she couldn't move, and her head began to hurt, jumping and jumping, like a time bomb counting down the seconds in her mind.Although the voice of the conversation was only separated by a door, it seemed to come from a very far away place.

— Holmes.

She captured the name in pain, pondered over the name, it seemed that the illusory impression had a basis.

There is no better exercise than Sherlock Holmes outside the door trying to figure out his roommate by applying his newly developed method of deduction—an observation that is instantly verifiable.The young man's piercing gaze scanned the entire room, easily taking the layout of the room into his eyes.

Then came the conclusion: "Surely this future roommate of mine rarely lives here."

"No? It's not too little, except when his experiments have to work overtime - I don't know what he does - but he does come back every day," Mrs. Hudson could understand this The husband came to the conclusion, "Even when he was studying, he would come back basically every weekend."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the furnishings in the house again. Before he could open his mouth this time, Mrs. Hudson explained: "Adrian usually likes to stay in his room, and I usually take care of it outside—of course It’s easy to take care of.”

Obviously they should be relatives who are relatively close, so when they come back every week, at least they will communicate with each other during meals. The layout of this room is also very clear, and the bedroom is not big. As long as this Adrian Hudson has some The taste of life will not leave some traces in the living room and dining room?Or is there something else in the bedroom?

Before Sherlock had time to figure it out, the bedroom door opened—his future roommate was obviously asleep just a moment ago, and he was not in a good state at the moment, his eyes were black and blue, and his body movements were tired and slow , Hysteresis.Even so, his roommate still pays attention to etiquette, wearing sleepy pajamas for a slightly more formal white shirt, and matching it with a more casual dark gray coat. The coat looks very fitted, like a custom-made one.These details constitute the calm atmosphere around him.The reason why he said he paid attention to etiquette was that his hair looked a little messy.

Sherlock quickly judged that there must be a fitting mirror and some nursing supplies in this gentleman's bedroom. He must have opened the door after a little care of himself. Details such as the collar of the shirt, the folds of the clothes that cannot be tucked in well, and even the messy hair, it is not difficult to see that he has tried to comb it simply.

Adlia's mouth was bitter, and her eyes were a little sore. She wanted to rub her eyes, but she held back with difficulty: "Hi, I'm Mrs. Hudson's distant nephew, and I'm also a tenant here. Derian Hudson."

"I am the future tenant, Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock stretched out his hand and nodded slightly, "Excuse me for your rest."

Adelia briefly shook hands with him. The tenant's right hand was very advantageous, with a strange callus. It was in the position of the tiger's mouth, so it shouldn't be completely exercised.

At this moment, she very much wishes to have a search engine to look it up.

"It's because my schedule is too chaotic," Adlia motioned the other party to sit on the sofa, "but don't worry, even if I come back at night, there will be very little movement, and I will definitely not disturb you."

Mrs. Hudson added with a smile: "Every time Adrian came back from overtime, it was like a ghost floating in, and I didn't notice it at all."

Instead, Sherlock was a little hesitant, and he immediately cut to the chase and asked the other party's tolerance for his roommate: "I don't know if you mind the violin?"

"...is it okay?" Adlia hesitated, "It doesn't matter if you don't saw wood or play at midnight."

"What about smoking?"

"Don't slap me in the face?"

"Occasionally some chemistry experiments may be done."

"Don't use my cup."

"Sometimes I may have some guests—"

"Don't come at midnight, and even if you do, don't knock on my door—Mr. Holmes."

Adelia didn't know how to describe her mood. Although it was okay to confess her shortcomings before moving in, it was okay to run in in advance, but what the hell is this guy who has come out of the chemical experiment.

Sherlock became curious about this man. This Mr. Adrian Hudson looked gentle but faintly revealed a sense of alienation, but he did not expect to be so tolerant—every of his answers seemed fake, even Not even a frown, and the request he made was simply ridiculous.Sherlock felt that he hadn't lived in yet, and this Mr. Adrian had already decided to give him all the area except his small room.

——It even made Sherlock feel a little pang of conscience.

Like a well-behaved cat who got a cheap one, the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "Dear friend, we will be roommates in the future, I think we don't have to be so unfamiliar, you can call me Sherlock."

This gentle and incompetent gentleman who backed down behind every condition seemed to pause for a moment at this moment.

"Then you may call me Adrian—it would be easy to confuse me with Aunt Hudson."

"It seems that you have a very pleasant negotiation." Mrs. Hudson smiled and clapped her hands. "In this way, I don't have to worry about Adrian having no friends."

"Auntie!" Adelia looked at her disapprovingly, "It's not that I don't have friends, so don't worry about me."

Mrs. Hudson acted as if she hadn't heard: "You talk first, I'll go down and bring up some cookies, I think this decent Mr. Holmes can give you some ideas for communicating with others, Adrian, don't let me Aunt is worried about you—”

The round-faced lady glanced at Sherlock expectantly, patted Adlia's hand again, and hurried downstairs.

When the sound of her footsteps gradually faded away, Adelia sighed in the breath held in her chest, and she motioned for Sherlock to sit on the sofa: "Just relax and rest, this will be your home in the future, I hope you Will love it here."

"I'm sure I'll like it here." Sherlock leaned on the back of the sofa contentedly, and found a comfortable position he liked spontaneously, "Mrs. Hudson is a kind lady. As for you, Adrian, I'm sure you'll be very easy going too."

His future roommate may be in a certain bottleneck period, and he doesn't have much desire to socialize—shaking hands lightly, chatting every sentence can be ended, and a seat that is more distant than normal social distance; and to ask himself to stay longer, for a cup of tea or a snack, but he did not violate Mrs. Hudson's wishes, and even his retorts were mild.

Easy to get along with?It's really easy to get along with, Adrian hesitated for a moment, but he didn't deny it: "Are you a fresh graduate?"

She wanted to bring up the topic of Cambridge, but she felt that she had overheard their chat, which seemed a little out of place.

"I just graduated from Cambridge University, and I plan to rent here for a period of time to see if there is a suitable job."

His eyes were piercing, and although he was in the state of "looking for a job", he didn't seem to be worried, and this alone could arouse Adlia's faint envy.How long has she... not been so energetic.It seems that since the last life, he has been stereotyped as a social animal, and there is still no change when he does it again.

last life?Yes, Adelia was a social animal in her previous life.After graduating from a bachelor’s degree, she was not interested in further studies, and successfully applied for a job in the emergency department of a hospital under the recommendation of her teacher. The long-term irregular life and tedious clinical work quickly overwhelmed her who did not have much enthusiasm for work—she She had already forgotten how she died, and when her consciousness came back again, she became an eight-year-old child in a foreign country and a different era, and followed Mrs. Hudson back home in a daze.

At that time, Mr. Hudson had already left home, and Mrs. Hudson, who was suddenly "widowed", had a hard time. Mrs. Sen actually agreed.

"Adrian, what about you? What industry are you working in now?" Sherlock judged from his observation that this gentleman was engaged in clerical work. cocoon.But he judged that this gentleman also seemed to have some exercise habits, or engaged in some physical labor. His figure was exceptionally tall and straight, and some traces of muscles could be faintly seen under the casual clothes.

"Do some medical-related research." She was silent for a while. She wanted to add that she was not a doctor, but felt a little strange on this occasion.

"Is it also the type of experiment?" Sherlock asked down the line. Although it was a bit inexplicable, he always felt a lot of curiosity after seeing the person in front of him.

"Are you an experimenter?" Adelia asked him in turn.

"Yes, I'm studying Chemistry at Cambridge University."

Adlia silently shifted the topic back to Sherlock: "Chemistry major? So what are you considering for employment? There doesn't seem to be any majors that are particularly suitable for you around here..."

"Actually, chemistry is just a small hobby of mine, or rather, a piece of my knowledge territory," Sherlock smiled slightly, "As for more, you will know when I live in. Adrian."

Adlia, who was called Adrian by people other than Mrs. Hudson, was a little uncomfortable. She wanted to ask more questions, but she felt that it would be a bit offensive to ask any more questions. In addition, she felt that her social energy was almost exhausted today. , suddenly fell silent.Fortunately, the guest sitting opposite her didn't care, and looked around with interest.

The atmosphere is awkward, but not awkward.

Adrian slowly regained some strength in the silence.

I don't know how long it took—or it might not be long before footsteps sounded outside the door again.

Adelia cheered up a little, and took the initiative to greet the door, ending the silence.Sherlock also stood up immediately - at the same time, he visually measured the height of this roommate, who was five inches shorter than himself.

"I guess you will be silent in the middle of the conversation," Mrs. Hudson rambled, she held the plate and glanced sideways at Adelia, "Adrian is always like this, just like a piece of wood."

Adelia wanted to deny it, but felt that there was nothing to deny, so she kept her gaze silent.

"No, I think Adrian is an interesting gentleman. I think we can find fun in the shared life," Sherlock Holmes raised his lips. "Are you right, Adrian?"

Adelia was stunned, not knowing where his conclusion came from, but she could only vaguely say, "Maybe so."

The author says:

I'm still recovering, so write slowly.I try hard.

There are still people, moved.Thank you guys, I will reply to comments in a few days when I have some free time ;)

Lao Fu's height is close to 1.9 meters, and Adelia is about seven or six?The type that approaches 1.8 meters when I match a heel. (Originally I wanted to write about the cutest height difference, but it’s a bit against the law to write about the height difference as a woman disguised as a man)?

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