My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adelia, who was not sleeping well, went to a strange place, and it was even more difficult to sleep.She simply sat up and took a book to read.After reading and reading, I finally felt a little sleepy, but I didn't sleep for long, and the sky came in.

After simply washing up, Adelia opened the door, just outside the door there was a little girl raising her hand to knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Her tone to the little girl was always gentle, although it sounded hoarse at the moment.

The little girl blinked her big round eyes: "Mr. Hudson and another fake Mr. Hudson are already waiting for you downstairs."

Ah, Hudson's concentration is a bit too high, I don't understand.

Adelia was a little confused, but she didn't say it out, and took out a few guineas from her pocket: "Take it and buy some candy, don't let mom see."

She patted the little girl's head lightly.

The little girl hesitated, but took the money honestly and put it in her pocket.

When I arrived at the tavern on the first floor, most of the decorations were still preserved when she left. Some paintings were slightly changed, but they were not removed.There were five or six people from the village sitting in the hall, watching her with wary eyes. Sitting in the middle were her good roommate Sherlock Holmes, the current proprietor of the tavern, Torres, and her so-called distant relatives, Hunter Hudson.

Her appearance brought some restlessness, but Adelia was very calm under the eyes of all kinds, as if she didn't understand the situation.

"Hunter, since you are not missing, then I can explain to my aunt," she slowly buttoned the top button of her shirt, "You look haggard, where did you go to play cards again?"

"I'm not as good-for-nothing as you imagine, Adrian." Hunter's cheeks were still morbidly flushed, and his beard was a mess. For a sum, you can even get the hotel back.”

Torres' chubby face showed some displeasure.

Adlia raised her eyebrows, turned to her roommate noncommittally, "So, Holmes, what's your situation?"

Sherlock was lying lazily on the chair, wrapped in a blanket, with a look of indifference.

Torres looked back and forth at the three people: "Okay, if the three of you know each other, then let's open the skylight and speak honestly..."

Adlia hesitated for a moment, then went to the chair next to Sherlock and sat down.In this way, it becomes clear.Although she didn't quite know what happened, this move can be regarded as "supporting" Sherlock.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you, Adrian," Sherlock finally spoke after she sat beside him. He wrapped the blanket around his body, and his tone was still a bit reluctant, "I am sorry for Mrs. Hudson. Commissioned to find the missing Hunter Hudson, and when I got here I found them to be quite xenophobic."

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the tavern owner Torres: "I thought you didn't plan to come. I just have a few of your business cards in hand. Just say I'm Adrian Hudson."

Adelia was silent.

She is so tired.

Where did this brat come from.

Why was her first impression of this man a reliable and enthusiastic gentleman?

She took a deep breath and told herself that she didn't care where this guy got her business card, and she didn't bother to tear things apart in front of outsiders.Filled with helplessness, he finally just stared at him vaguely.A day-to-day net can do the whole thing.

She sighed, put her hat back on her head, and made a gesture of getting up and leaving: "In this case, the misunderstanding has been cleared up, I have also arrived, and Hunter is not missing, so I can go back to London, right?"

"I'm afraid not, Adrian," Hunter folded his arms, his tone full of provocation, "You really think you can come and go when you want? Your friend killed someone here?"

Speaking of the word "Kill | People", he proudly raised his voice.

"Pay attention to your words, Hunter," Adelia was unprepared for the direction of the matter, and she subconsciously asked what happened to Sherlock. After thinking about it, she still looked at Boss Torres, "Toller I don't want to show favoritism or other emotions, Mr. Si, I want to understand what happened."

She took a deep breath, took off her hat and sat back down.

Mr. Torres seemed a rather convincing figure in the room.Adlia had a little impression of this man. When she left Hampshire, he was just an ordinary farmer, and his wife also went out to work.It may be that she is a little fat, but I didn't remember it when I saw it yesterday.

It seems that Torres seized the opportunity of Hunter's poor management and sold the tavern at a low price.

Although the tavern used to be called the Hudson's Tavern, and it was partly supported by Adlia and Mrs. Hudson, Adlia didn't feel bad.

"There's nothing difficult to say." Torres looked at Hunter and then at Adlia, "Your friend came to my tavern and said he was Adrian Hudson— — that is, you — said you came to find Hunter.”

"On the third day he came here, one of our manor owners, Mr. Branston, died if you still have any memory," Torres said in a heavy tone, his eyes wandering again, "Branston He has always been kind and generous, and has never made enemies with others in the village."

"So?" Adelia frowned, "Do you suspect outsiders?"

"It's not entirely true, mainly because your friend is surreptitious," Torres looked at Sherlock again, "he has appeared near Branston's residence many times in a sneaky way, and he is always on the sidelines." Spin around—”

"First of all, not many times—I have only been there three times, and I was stopped by you the third time—and I also said that I was just observing the scene," Sherlock snorted angrily, with an indifferent tone, "I've recounted it countless times, and I don't have any motivation."

"But you're suspicious," Hunter yelled loudly. "No decent person would hang around a murder scene without incident, right?"

There was another noise.

Adlia gritted her teeth, and knew that Sherlock would always get herself into trouble, but she didn't want to fight among herself at the moment, anyway, Sherlock was involved by herself.

She wanted to grind her teeth again.

He obviously got himself involved.

She really couldn't hold back at this moment, and gave him another look, although in the eyes of outsiders, she just glanced indifferently.

"He's a detective," Adelia sighed, and she quickly thought up her words, "Although you have been holding back, but I can say it? Otherwise, when the detective comes, how can you explain it?" ?”

Sherlock sat up straight and leaned towards her: "There is nothing to hide, but the reputation is too small, so I don't want to mention it."

"People who have been in the newspaper, be more confident." Adlia stabbed lukewarmly.

Sherlock wanted to say something more, but he keenly noticed that his roommate was in a bad mood, opened his mouth, thought about it or wrapped the blanket around him, and did not refute.

Their every move falls under the eyes of Torres, and Torres is sure that these two people are familiar, but...

"Adrian, you still like to make friends with friends as always. Is this a new game for you?" Hunter smiled maliciously. "It used to be pretending to be a doctor, but now it's a detective game?"

Sherlock noticed his roommate's jaw tighten at that moment.

But her tone was very calm, and she didn't seem to be affected by these words: "Although I was not qualified as a doctor at the time, I was the only one who received professional medical training at that time."

Hunter smiled strangely: "Anyway, whether you save her or not, she is going to die."

"Yes, like whether I give you money or not, you will be poor because you are a gambler." Adelia's words were very harsh, but her tone was still gentle.

But it is not difficult for anyone present to read the sullenness of a gentleman.

"Ha! I won't, because I am the general of Changsheng." His face turned sickly red, "I have already earned enough capital for the next life, and I don't need your support. Do I need to pay you back?" ? Poor ghost."

At this time, I have to mention Hunter's attire. He is wearing clothes that don't fit well, but they look very new, except that there are some improperly dressed wrinkles on the collar and hem. Maybe he just found a place yesterday. Traces left behind.He also imitated the fashionable gentleman wearing a waistcoat and a gold chain—an outdated style, but it can be regarded as a trend in this country, and he can find a way to get it cheaply.It's just that a gentleman who knows the goods knows to look at his shoes, they are a pair of rather old and expired round-toed leather shoes.

In contrast, "from the city" Adelia looks very simple, a pocket watch that has been used for a long time, a well-kept but outdated top hat, and a coat that looks good but is not new.

Sherlock can tell that Adlia's hats and shoes are all custom-made, but not everyone else, especially Hunter.

Adelia sneered, this was the first time she had revealed her emotions in this way today: "As long as you don't ask your aunt for money, gentleman, I still have all the letters you cried about being poor!"

When it comes to "gentleman", she rarely uses a provocative tongue roll.She Shi Shiran changed her posture, crossing her legs and looking very calm.

Sherlock didn't intend to behave on such occasions, but watched his roommate's confrontation with others rarely, which was one of the few moments when he could touch her emotions.

"You—!" An angry Hunter slammed the table up, his eyes were fierce, and his index finger pointed at him, approaching his forehead, his fingertips even trembling.

Even Sherlock couldn't help moving, subconsciously wanting to reach out.

Adelia waved his hand away indifferently: "Hunter, I have a lot of IOUs, and I put them all away."

"Guys, put personal matters aside," Torres tried to talk to Mui, "what we want to say is that the owner of the manor died—"

"Then it's called Scotland Yard," Adlia said calmly, "you suspect me..."

"my friend."

She paused, knowing that the arbiter of the village was Mr. Branston, but now Branston was dead.

"I don't think you and I have the ability and qualifications to identify the murderer, so why not just tell Scotland Yard?"

"Ha, have you forgotten that you left this village?" Hunter snapped up the words immediately, "We absolutely don't welcome people who are messy and self-righteous to come to the village, both you and your friends."

"I think, if it's about finding the murderer, I happen to have some talent." It was Sherlock who spoke this time, and he looked at Torres. "Mr. Torres, I think you have some speeches in the village." Right, otherwise I will not be under your care."

Torres hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I can be regarded as accepting a commission, but the issue of the commission," he smiled slightly, "I'm a fledgling, and the fee is not expensive, but if I find the murderer, I need—"

He looked at the portrait hanging on the wall: "I want that painting."

The author says:

Before it happened:

adr: Something happened to my roommate, I'll go get him right away.

After the event:

adr: fool around outside in the future, don't report my name

Fu: I know, I know, I will dare to (steal adr's business card ing

Hey, why did I write a kind of bear child's sense of sight for my old blessing 5555

It is really difficult to write a case. I held it in for a long time. Many details are so difficult to figure out. I collapsed. Sir Conan Doyle is really a god (Wipe tears?