My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Aside from the improved air quality, the loss of a roommate doesn't seem to have had much of an impact on Adelia's life, as she and her aunt presumably tidy up the house while the mess-maker is away.Mrs. Hudson tried several times to ask her opinion of the roommate, but had no chance.Adelia will not take the initiative to mention her views on her roommates.

However, after Holmes left, Adlia felt that the air pressure was also lower.

Mrs. Hudson has already realized that Wilson may not be considered Adlia's friend, at least not the one who cares about it very much. On the contrary, Mr. Holmes seems to get along with her quite well. At least Holmes brought her some energy.

A week after Sherlock left, it was an ordinary morning.

"I feel that you've been talking less these days, Adlia." Mrs. Hudson rarely looked unhappy. She brought the plate to the dining table and glanced sideways at her niece.

Adelia just came out of the room yawning, and now she stopped yawning, and walked quickly to hug Mrs. Hudson gently: "No, obviously I enjoy eating with my aunt. "

"But you are really unhappy." Mrs. Hudson was not so easily coaxed.

"Then you know why—" Adelia laughed.

"I've already promised that I won't help Hunter. I'm not the one who backtracks." She patted Adelia's shoulder reproachfully. "It's just that someone is missing. I'm more or less worried."

Adlia smiled and did not continue the topic: "Today's chicken looks really good."

Mrs. Hurdson sighed: "There is a letter from Hampshire, it's for you, do you want to read it?"

"give me?"

"It's from Hunter." Mrs. Hudson took it to the table, and she was ready for Adlia not to open the letter.

"Isn't he missing?" Adlia felt something was wrong.

"He wrote me a letter, and he asked for money—" Suddenly, Adlia gave her a look, and Mrs. Hudson complained, "I won't give it to him."

Adlia frowned. She didn't want to take it apart, but she felt something was wrong.

Holding the envelope in her hand, for some reason, she remembered her roommate's habit of fumbling around and taking a look every time she received a letter, and subconsciously took another look at the seal.

The wax seal is not quite right, and there are traces of being disassembled.

But who would open a letter written by a gambler to a distant relative?

She couldn't figure out any more information, so she kind of hoped that her roommate would be by her side at this time.But Hunter Hudson's business was nothing serious anyway, and she tore open the envelope carefully along the side, and began to read it.

Mrs. Hudson watched her reaction carefully.

An unremarkable letter asking her for money.But why would Hunter ask her for money?

The address is indeed Hampshire, where Hunter has been living. Sherlock should have arrived. If he is not missing and still needs money, Sherlock should also be back.

Adlia frowned, and hadn't contacted her for more than half a year, why did this time come suddenly?

"It's just money, nothing important," Adlia put down the letter, "Let's eat."

Mrs. Hudson seemed relieved: "I swear I haven't paid him a penny this year."

"It's probably because he didn't ask for much money." Adelia looked very relaxed. After eating for a while and chatting about some random topics, she suddenly seemed to remember something, "By the way, I might have to go on a business trip for a while." trip."

"So suddenly?"

"Ah, there is a reagent to be sent to another hospital, just to guide their experiments," Adlia cracked open the egg in the cup, "I almost forgot about it, this afternoon's bus ticket."

"Ah? Well, I wanted to eat something bigger tonight..." Mrs. Hudson didn't seem to fully believe it, but she didn't see any unnatural look on Adlia's face.

Adelia: After all, I'm just trying to get people, not kill Hunter.

After eating, Adlia quickly sent out a telegram, writing the address of the Hudson Tavern in Hampshire, before packing up and preparing to leave.

Before leaving, Adelia went to Smith's tailor shop.

"Is the business booming?"

Smith raised his head from the design draft: "Going on a long trip?"

"Well, it doesn't count, Hampshire, but I always feel that it will take some time." Adelia glanced at her pocket watch, "Take out my equipment?"

I always feel that Holmes is causing trouble outside.

At this moment, Smith was stunned, put down the design draft in his hand, opened a locked drawer, took out the key, and led Adelia to the small compartment deep in the workshop.

Clothes for men's clothing, fake Adam's apples, special glue for cross-dressing, fake beards, and daggers.Adlia counted the things and put them in her bag.

"By the way, I remade some underwear for you a while ago, do you bring them?" Smith's eyes drifted a little.

Yes, the most important step for Adelia to disguise herself as a man is to rely on Smith's customized underwear.

"I'm making things difficult for you." Adelia sighed.

"Yeah, I'm not an underwear designer," Smith rolled his eyes vaguely, "Remember to pay."

This time it will be Adelia who rolls her eyes: "Then you have to pay the rent first."

Yes, this tailor's shop is Adria's property.As for Smith, although he can earn money, he can spend even more, so he can't bear the rent.

"You don't come here a few times, poor Jenny is about to fall in love with you," Smith shrugged, and changed the subject, "Although I welcome you, I think you'd better stop exuding your gentlemanly demeanor."

He opened the door and waved his hand freely.

"Jenny?"

"Wow, you didn't remember the name of our poor maid, but it doesn't matter, after all, I don't know if I'm right."

"My name is Jennifer," Adlia said silently. "I can't help but be gentle with the women of this era—they have suffered enough."

At least I'm living happily ever after.

"That's right, Adlia," he said with rare tenderness, "you'll be happy forever."

At least you're in high spirits to go out now.

Before leaving, he suddenly called out her original name.

Adelia turned her head in a daze.

Smith stood by the curb, waving and smiling.

Adelia, who was sitting on the train, rarely felt uneasy, but she didn't know where this uneasiness came from.She wanted to touch her pocket watch, but accidentally touched the cigarette case.

Whoops, forgot to throw away his damn cigarette again.

She sat alone in the carriage, looking out the window, the beautiful scenery of the countryside did not bring her any emotional relief.

Thinking of the unpleasant experience in Hampshire before, her eyes gradually became silent.

After getting off the train and taking a carriage, she finally arrived at her destination—the Hudson Hotel, which has now been renamed the Torres Hotel.With a little brainstorming, Adelia could guess that Hunter couldn't maintain the hotel.

The first floor of the hotel has been converted into a tavern, and the environment is dark and noisy.There were five or six guests drinking.She looked around, walked to the bar, and knocked on the table twice.

"Where's Hunter Hudson?"

The bearded and bald man glanced at her: "I suggest you come to him tomorrow morning, he's lying somewhere drunk at the moment."

"A room, then, sir," she went on.

"From out of town?" The man frowned, "Looking for him again?"

"He was missing for some time before, so he contacted us, and I'll come and take a look," she didn't hide it, and took out her business card, "I'm Adrian Hudson."

The bearded man stood up suddenly: "Mr. Torres! Here comes another Adrian Hudson!"

Suddenly, everyone in the tavern stood up.

She even heard the sound of the gun being loaded.

Rao even Adelia didn't react a little bit, she hesitated for a while and raised her hand in a gesture of surrender: "Please wait - I don't mean anything malicious, what is another?"

thump, thump, thump—someone ran downstairs.From the sound of his footsteps, he could hear his huge weight.

The lights turned on, and the room brightened up, so that Adelia could see the situation clearly.

This chubby gentleman with his chin about to drop to his chest should be the current owner of the tavern, Mr. Torres. With round eyes, he held an ax and looked at Adlia warily.

There seemed to be some noisy voices, which were familiar, but no one came forward to confirm the identity of Adlia who had lived here.

I don't know who released the guard dog kept in the tavern.

The loyal old dog shot out like an arrow and rushed at Adele—but instead of biting, he licked her cheek affectionately.

All this happened under the witness of all.

"No, no, no, stop licking—I'll have to wash my face for a few hours when I go back." Adelia pinched the dog's mouth with her right hand, pushed the clingy big dog away, and wiped her face with her left hand .

Torres slowly lowered the ax: "Are you sure you are Adrian Hudson?"

"It's absolutely true," Adelia was still sitting on the ground in embarrassment, "this dog was raised when I was here, and it's called Ginnie. Fortunately, although that scumbag Hunter didn't guard the hotel, he didn't ruin innocent people after all. puppy."

Sensing that the atmosphere had eased, she remained calm, pretending not to understand the hostility, and rubbed the dog's head angrily: "Good guy, Genie, you are not a puppy now."

"As for your identity, it may not be confirmed until Hunter comes tomorrow," Torres said cautiously, "but you need to be guarded tonight, and you will be in the hotel. Of course, the room fee will be paid."

"No problem," Adlia said calmly, "but can you let me know the ins and outs of the matter tomorrow?"

"Of course, after you confirm your identity."

The author says:

look!I'm stumped!

Fu and adr's relationship mode:

adr: I went out and walked around and helped someone find two jobs.

福：我出门转了一圈，给阿德里安找了两个麻烦～感谢在2021-10-2114:48:54~2021-10-2520:10:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Taylor formula;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 16 bottles of HAT; 10 bottles of Shen Yin Shuxian, Long Tangerine, QAQ; 3 bottles of My[cs]lo, Tilapia e; 2 bottles of Moon Silver Dust;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?