My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Saying that she would look for Smith again when she had a chance, the tired and lazy Adelia dragged on for a full week before going to the tailor shop less than 221 meters away from 500B.

The round-faced maid received her happily, and she handed out the newspaper and went directly to the workshop.

Rarely, Smith didn't step on his sewing machine or draw a design draft, but read a newspaper.

——Ah, reading newspapers again, the recent newspaper linked to ordinary citizen Hudson has appeared in her life too many times, and she is a little stressed.

"Long time no see, Adrian," he took his eyes off the newspaper, "I thought you had forgotten this place, and your letters are almost full of a drawer."

"Nonsense, I don't have so many friends." Although Adlia had no expression, her body was very relaxed.

"You have underestimated yourself." Smith scratched his messy beard, straightened his neck and scratched it, which looked a little funny, "People who have been in the newspaper, have more confidence in yourself."

Adelia groaned in pain, and sure enough, she talked about the newspaper again.

"That was a week ago, it's just a name," she threw out the extremely proficient words, and then looked at her friend who seemed a little downcast, "Is it in a bottleneck?"

"There is no bottleneck in this era," he scratched his collar again, frowning, "I'm just worried that my hands aren't fast enough."

She didn't expect Smith, a rough guy, to take care of the guests. Adlia poured herself a glass of cold water: "Then I can only remind you to pay attention to your body. You look haggard."

Smith gave her a slanted look: "You seem to have lost your life."

Yeah?Adelia froze for a moment, her eyes expressing her puzzlement.

"Since your roommate came, you have come to the studio less, and you seem to be in better shape now," Smith shrugged, "Maybe the previous depression is also because of your lack of social interaction, and you have been friends with people like me for a long time It can’t be positive.”

"I'm not socially deficient, and I'm not socially phobic," Adlia did not completely deny Smith's statement, "maybe it's because I have something to do recently."

Smith thought a little about some of the friend's past negative thoughts, and probably figured it out.He wisely didn't ask any more questions, and he also knew that asking would be fruitless, just like every time he asked her about the meaning of life in the past, she would not give any results.

Speaking of this, the two fell into silence with their own thoughts.

"That case is really an organ transplant?" Smith asked abruptly.

"Huh? How do you know?"

"The official newspapers all write about exchanging blood, but there are always some unexpected reports in the tabloids," Smith handed the newspaper to Adlia, "you also occupy a lot of space, doctor."

"I'm not a doctor."

She argued calmly.

She took the newspaper and glanced at ten lines at a glance. The content of this tabloid was completely different from the newspapers she had read before. It completely described a shocking organ transplant case in a spying tone, and even put her (although she did not want to admit it was her) Hurd Dr. Sen's role is overstated, and even said that Dr. Hudson and Sherlock Holmes jointly cracked the case, and his rich medical experience gave the seasoned detective endless inspiration.

Except that the word "organ transplant" in this newspaper is correct, everything else is totally different.Oh yes, and one more thing, the detective wears a funny deer hat.

Speechless about the report, Adelia briefly talked about the cause and development of the case, and also explained the extent of her participation in the case.Unlike the semi-disguised behavior towards Stilton, she had nothing to hide in front of Smith.

"I didn't expect the authorities to choose to suppress this matter—I thought such a case would be a carnival for the media," he sneered, "There must be demons when things go wrong."

"It's not uncommon to suppress news for political purposes." Adlia was noncommittal.

"Do you know Jack the Ripper?" Smith asked.

Adelia recalled her impression of London in the [-]th century before she came to this world, and she could only remember a strange story about Jack the Ripper: "I seem to have an impression, is it a novel or a true story?"

"It should be a little later than the current year. It was really a carnival for the media—the frantic reports on Jack the Ripper can be said to have lasted for more than 100 years," Smith smacked his lips, "In fact, the police in this country in this era| It doesn't mean anything to be a police officer, not to mention that they can't control all the tabloids - but so far, few newspapers have written about organ transplants or something deeper, and even the mad scientist has been said in a hazy way , maybe there is something else behind it."

"I know, but I'm not interested right now." She remembered Stilton's words.

Smith caught the word "now" in his friend's mouth, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.He vaguely felt that his friend seemed more lively than the last meeting. Maybe the big detective being a roommate would bring vitality to life.

Thinking of the fledgling detective, Smith smiled lowly: "I met the famous Mr. Holmes, and I have to say that he is very elegant."

"Famous? Isn't he a fresh graduate?" Adelia didn't react.

This time it was Smith who was in a daze.

Are you kidding me, the 21st century visitor doesn't know Sherlock Holmes?

Not to mention anything else, the overwhelming derivative works and movie promotions, "Detective O Locke", "Basic O Deduction", "The Big O Detective Sherlock Holmes", you have at least attended university before coming here, and you have read a lot of books. Could one have never heard of Sherlock Holmes?

Maybe his dazed look is a bit obvious, even his beard can't cover it, and Adlia's inquiring gaze stays on his face

Confirming that Adlia really knew nothing, Smith did not reveal the identity of the detective for some purpose: "Ah——I may remember wrongly, maybe the evaluation of this newspaper interfered with me."

"What did he tell you?" Adelia looked at her friend suspiciously, always feeling that he was hiding something.

"You are quite curious about him." Smith avoided talking.

"It's okay, a strange person." She said vaguely.

The two people with different thoughts chatted for a while, and Adelia lost her patience and went outside to get her letter.Smith stared at the back of his friend for a while. The friend was still wearing the gray windbreaker he made by himself. His back was long and thick, and he pushed the table violently.

Ah, I have a new inspiration, so write it down quickly.

Hearing the loud noise in the workshop, Adelia didn't even bother to answer it. Guessing that someone had another inspiration, she opened her drawer on her own.

——There really is a whole drawer full of letters.

She was rarely in a trance, could this be the newspaper effect?She simply sat down and opened the letters one by one to read.Many of them asked if the Hudson in the newspaper was her, concerned about whether she was in danger, and mostly made polite greetings.

There was one that caught her attention.

[Forgive me for being abrupt, I recently got to know a Scotland Yard detective, Lestrade, who is quite capable, and happened to be transferred to be in charge of Baker Street recently, he heard that I knew you, and he always wanted me to introduce you... ]

The author says:

Smith didn't tell the truth that he was afraid that Adlia would fall into a stagnant pool again because she lost her desire to explore Holmes.

Well, our autistic Adelia actually has friends!It can be said that it is a social flower (not

——I really don’t want to study today, so I will touch another chapter.

The question will be opened on Thursday. After the question is finished, can you code for a while?