My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adlia didn't know how Sherlock chose in the end, and he didn't tell her, so she also looked indifferent.

But she can not care about him, but he always seems to be testing her.

For example: he has never smoked a cigarette, so when he sees her, he asks her for a light; the clothes hanger suddenly turned in a fixed position, causing her to pick it up wrong; Cigarette case, extra pens...

This time, she felt something was wrong when she put on the coat—how could the coat be so heavy that the hem of the coat hurt her legs?

Knowing whose problem it was with her eyes closed, she subconsciously looked back at her roommate.

Her roommate stood by the bookshelf with one hand in his pocket, turned his head as if feeling something, looked at her, and smiled at her: "Bon voyage, Adrian."

"...Take back your magnifying glass." She was speechless.

And her roommate looked innocent, and shook the hem of the morning gown with a clatter of hands: "Ah, it seems that I accidentally put it wrong."

When he said it was "accidentally", he also brought a little tongue.

Adlia felt that this person was mocking herself, but she couldn't find any evidence.

She wanted to pack up the magnifying glass and throw it out of Baker Street, along with the dreadful thing.

When she went downstairs, her pace was a little faster than usual, but she didn't know that someone from upstairs opened the curtains and looked at her much faster pace than usual, and laughed out loud.

"She's not completely emotionless," he concluded in a low voice, and his thoughts jumped in the next second, "Maybe 221b lacks a blackboard."

He had already contacted Lestrade, and took some interesting passwords from him. Recently, he didn't smoke much when he was immersed in his work. He just liked to tease his roommate.

But if you tease me again, you may have to piss people off, so let's talk slowly first.

The new detective Sherlock Holmes is still pondering his own code, when a fresh commission suddenly appears in front of him.

— from someone familiar.

Mrs. Hudson seemed to notice that Adlia had gone away, and came upstairs with her skirt in her hand.

"Mr. Holmes, I have an unkind request."

Perhaps his detective radar was activated, he raised his eyebrows, and stared at the lovely old lady seriously for a while: "Please wait a moment, I think this matter may need to be more formal."

He quickly took off his morning coat and hung it behind the door, then took off another black suit, adjusted his collar after putting it on, and then walked to his "desk" in a few strides.

This is a new area he has recently opened up—he can work hard and observe the behavior of his roommates during his downtime.

He pulled out a chair and gestured for Mrs. Hudson to sit down, and immediately sat opposite.

"It doesn't have to be so serious..." Mrs. Hudson was a little embarrassed.

"No, no, I have a hunch that this is my first personal commission, and I must take it seriously." He smiled slightly.

"If you still remember, I have a cousin who has some bad gambling habits..." Mrs. Hudson organized her words and said slowly.

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When Adelia returned to 221b, it was unusual for Sherlock to sort things out instead of digging in with strange materials.

"Oh Adrian, you're back," he took the time to look back at her. "Can you return my cigarette case?"

"I didn't take it, so how can I return it to you?" Adelia endured it without rolling her eyes, "I don't have a cigarette case."

"But I obviously put it in your pocket."

"Maybe you misplaced it and accidentally put it in your pocket."

Her tone was indifferent.

"Ah, well then, I decided to bear with you for once," he shrugged indifferently, "because I know you want me to quit smoking."

"Just know." Adelia stepped over the mess on the ground and returned to her room without looking sideways.

Just before she entered the door, she was stopped again - he always likes to call her one second before she enters the room.

"Aren't you going to ask me where I'm going?"

Adelia leaned lazily against her door. She wanted to say that she didn't know, but the other party had a wicked look on her face, and she didn't really want him to wish: "I know."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, clapped his hands and stood up, half leaning against the back of the sofa: "Huh?"

"There is a letter from Hampshire from Baker Street. My aunt has a cousin there. I don't want to keep in touch with him," Adlia said calmly. "After I started working, my aunt hasn't helped him for more than a year. He The letter has been urged four or five times, but I have rejected it, and I have not received a letter for half a year."

"He won't come to ask for money. He knows why my aunt got divorced, so he will just put some affection cards in the letter to see if my aunt is willing to give some at will," she chanted blankly, "gamblers can't I don’t gamble because I lack a source of income, and I have also guessed when the bomb will explode. "

Sherlock's eyes drooped slightly—his roommate looked indifferent to everything, but actually hated gambling and drugs very much: "Mrs. Hudson is right, even if he disappears, you won't care."

Adelia was silent for a long time.

"No doubt, yes."

It might make her sound cold-blooded, but she doesn't care.She wanted to end this topic, and even put her hand on the doorknob, but the second she pressed the doorknob, for some reason, she suddenly turned around and said, "To be honest, even if he dies in front of me, I won't even sigh a word."

As if not giving herself a chance to regret it, she walked into the room without waiting for Sherlock's reply.

The door closed behind her.

Adlia leaned against the door and sighed heavily.In fact, after she finished speaking, she couldn't help but want to speculate on Sherlock's reaction.But why should she care about other people's reactions? She obviously has nothing to do with this person.

Maybe she feels a little uncomfortable now, because she thinks of Hunter Hudson's cloudy and disgusting eyes.

The throbbing pain in the temporal and occipital region came to her again. With her eyes closed, she sat down at her desk and took out the painkillers in the drawer.

She lay prone on the table, holding the medicine tightly in her hand, and finally did not open the bottle cap.

Sherlock stood at the door thoughtfully, and the character of his mysterious roommate was gradually revealed as he got along with him. He knew that Adrian was not as gentle as she appeared on the surface. She was quite cold inside, but this kind of indifference was not Indifference in the true sense, and sometimes even showing some pity.

It's not that there is no emotion, it's just that the threshold of emotion is relatively high.

Adrian hardly showed clear likes and dislikes in life, even "guidance"-yes, Sherlock found that her roommate was trying to quietly guide herself to quit smoking. This behavior is not how she can't stand smoking , but because Mrs. Hudson hated the smell of cigarettes, and hated sweeping up the ashes.

Perhaps Hudson of Hampshire can bring him a little new information.

Sherlock wanted to smoke a cigarette from his pocket, but he touched the empty pocket only to realize that he had put the cigarette and matches in Adrian's pocket.Thinking about his pipe which was far away in the desk drawer, he sighed, his laziness overcame his addiction to cigarettes, and he decided to squat down and continue packing his things.

Adelia didn't come out to dinner that day. Sherlock called out once, but the room was quiet.Mrs. Hudson looked in the direction of the door worriedly. It happened to be Adlia's menstrual period these days, but she couldn't call her out. She just vaguely said that she might be tired and wait until she woke up It doesn't matter if you eat again.

But until Sherlock was ready to go out, the dinner was still on the table.

The author says:

I'm stumped again! ! ! ! ! !

ADR is a little presumptuous in front of Lao Fu, and is releasing some signals to Fu that he is actually negative and not a good person, so stay away from me!

Fu who received the signal: Adrian is really interesting, hehe. ?