My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]
Chapter 25 Commission 4
Torres still has doubts about Sherlock's identity, but obviously, he already has some trust in Adlia.After deliberating for a long time, he agreed to Sherlock's request, but said that he would discuss it with the villagers again.
Adlia does not know the process of their discussion, but the final conclusion is very clear: first, the scope of their activities is limited to the hotel, and if they leave the hotel, they must be followed by villagers; second, the two must stay together so that the tavern three, for a week at most, and if they fail to prove their innocence within a week, they will send Sherlock to Scotland Yard.
The two returned to the room—this time Torres changed them to a larger double room—Adelia took off her hat, threw it on the table, and sat heavily on the sofa.
Sherlock picked up the hat, weighed it, and hung it on the coat rack.He had just discovered that this hat was not often worn by Adlia.
"What about murder?"
"You have a cold? Or do you smoke?"
The two were almost in unison.
Adlia wanted to scratch her hair, but held back: "It's not important, what's the murder?"
"I went to the hotel that night and slept all night. The next day, that is, the morning of July 25, I was going to find out where Hunter was," he said a little sleepily, "Torres, including several others The kid said he didn't know where he went for the past half month, and then I was going to visit the casino in the next town. At [-]:[-], I happened to be at the door of Branston's residence, and suddenly I heard a scream calling for death , I ran over."
Adelia: Guess what, just join in the fun.
"and then?"
"I asked the maid, and she said it was about nine o'clock. Mr. Branston said he would take a bath, and he would go out to meet guests later, but at 10:30, the careless maid realized that the master hadn't appeared for a long time, and tentatively opened the bathroom. found Branston dead," Sherlock remembered the time clearly, "he was lying in the bathtub with a smile on his face, just like taking a bath, if it wasn't for a dagger in his chest —As an aside, it looks like he's holding a dagger."
Speaking of this, Sherlock gestured at the position of the dagger: "Then I went to the scene to have a look. For the first time, I followed the crowd to see it, and took a closer look-then the villagers and the servants of the manor Spontaneously formed a team to guard the scene, I sneaked in twice to look for it, and the second time they found out that there was something wrong with me."
"Branston's gold watch, rings, everything is gone, and the cash box in his bedroom is also empty. It looks like he is trying to get rich."
"If you are willing to think with me, I can tell you the details."
Adelia was silent for a moment, noncommittal: "I thought you knew how much I wanted to leave early."
"It seems that we have reached a consensus." He wanted to touch the cigarette from his pocket, but when he remembered that the cigarette was gone, he could only put his hand down angrily, and turned around with his hat, "Adrian, who has received professional medical training Mr. Hudson—”
Suddenly being called by her full name, Adlia tensed up subconsciously.
The corner of Sherlock's mouth turned up when he received the attention of the other party: "Maybe I have to trouble you who have more credibility than me. I want to go and see the poor Mr. Branston's body again."
"Is there any doubt?"
"It can be said that there are many doubts, my dear," he showed a very interested look, "the edge of the bathtub is very clean, there are only a few faint drops of blood, even though it was stabbed close to the heart, the bathtub did not see blood red .”
"To be honest, if you see it, you won't forget that scene. His face is as rosy as in a sauna, and he even smiles, but his hand is holding the handle of the knife in a strange posture, not at all. .The ground is soaked in the blood ruler, but everything around is extremely calm, as if not troubled by death."
Adelia raised her eyebrows: "No struggle, no blood spatter?"
"I'm sure there's absolutely no mess in the bathroom than outside the bathroom."
Adlia took out her pocket watch, it was only eleven o'clock: "How long has Branston's body been in the bathtub?"
"The body found at 10:30 in the morning was not fished out until about twelve o'clock, and it was placed in an ice cellar in the basement."
"It's been five days, isn't it rotten?" Adelia was silent. "Even if the person who died was Branston himself, do they still want to solve it by themselves..."
"Also?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You can also see that although everything you need for life seems to be here, it seems to be thriving, but it's very closed," she said, "They don't welcome outsiders. When a stranger comes—such as you— It can spread throughout the village within an hour."
"You can even think of this as a country where theft, deceit and even death, all matters that should be appealed to the court, can be handed over to the manor owner, that is, Branston, who owns the estate and has power."
"It's hard for me to imagine a place like this in nineteenth-century Britain."
She hadn't planned to talk about this at all, but for some reason, perhaps because the topic was coming, she couldn't help but confide in it.
"Five years ago, when my aunt and I came back here to help Hunter open this tavern," she whispered, "I was next to a lady who had difficulty breathing after being hit by a horse."
Although she didn't look at Sherlock, she could feel Sherlock's eyes on her.
"After a simple physical examination, I judged that she had a tension pneumothorax. There may have been a few offensive movements during the process." She pursed her dry lips uncomfortably. A thick needle, or even a pen or something, will open up the pleural space."
"They refused, saying I was murder," she said calmly, her eyes like a pool of stagnant water, "I watched her die in front of me."
She has no way to practice medicine in this era, and everything about her is incompatible with this place.
"Branston had me in the basement, but then somehow he changed his mind and wanted to 'pardon' me, and said I was brave, but they didn't welcome me, hope I don't come back, that's all "," she said in a tone like a bystander, "gossip spreads quickly in the village, but at that time, not many people knew the exact facts about it, and my aunt had a good reputation, so that's how it happened."
"I see," Sherlock looked at her steadily, "it's all over."
He seemed to suddenly understand the ups and downs of the stagnant water.
"Branston is dead, and there will be little Branton. Hunter is dead, and there will be little Hunter." Adlia smiled slightly. "This is not so easy to change, Holmes."
She stood up and put on her hat: "Anyway, let's go and negotiate with Torres to investigate the scene. You can use your brains more and let me leave this sad place as soon as possible."
Sherlock then stood up and watched her open the door.
"Sadly..." he murmured in a low voice. Did the sadly mentioned by his friend really refer to this village?
Before his thoughts were formed, the man who had just left came in again with a letter.
"Detective Lestrade is really capable." Adlia rarely showed a happy expression, "Holmes, I'm afraid you have to negotiate with Torres yourself, great detective."
She tore open the envelope deftly, read the letter quickly, and threw it to Sherlock.
Sherlock rarely felt a little confused, but he didn't understand what it was until he opened the envelope.
He wanted to laugh, but he didn't think it was that funny. His heart was still affected by her statement just now. She seemed to be out of emotion, but he couldn't ignore her negative emotions.
At this moment, the corners of his mouth held back for a while, and finally he smiled.
"Adrian, did you think of this in advance?" His voice was still a little surprised, "Consulting detective, you even asked Lestrade to make me a job?"
The letter from Lestrade clearly stated: Upon inquiry, you have recently dealt with private matters here, sorry to bother you... I have fully recognized your talent, and now Scotland Yard has an important case, and you are urgently needed Insights from a consulting detective...
It even has the Scotland Yard stamp on it.
I have to say that the seriousness of this letter reveals some perfunctory, but it is enough to deceive the tavern owner in this small village.
Adelia is rare to be a little complacent. Although she is not as obvious as Sherlock, she can't help but bend her eyes, and her voice shows a little smile: "I always think of you as a vagrant before I go out. It’s really not easy to deal with the accident. I sent a telegram to ask Agent Lestrade to send a letter here. I’ll give you an identity certificate. I didn’t expect to arrive so soon. It seems that the charm of the great detective Sherlock Holmes has conquered this place. A Scotland Yard agent."
When Sherlock heard "The Great Detective", he just felt funny and helpless. It seemed that after getting acquainted with it, Adrian would use some of these kind of harsh jokes, admitting that it was somewhat embarrassing, but denying it seemed unnecessary.
He pondered over the job of "consulting detective", and suddenly felt that it seemed to be not bad.
But before he finished smacking, his occasionally lively roommate pushed him to the door.
"Okay, big detective, use your brain to convince the shopkeeper in this remote village to fight for the maximum freedom for you?" Her voice was low, but there was inevitably some joy—at least she didn't have to negotiate.
He followed her strength forward to the door a little funny, but he suddenly turned his head back.
"Adrian, I know you like personal space."
He looked at her puzzled eyes deliberately stopped.
"But I really need some help from a medical professional I can trust," he said with a demure doffing of his hat. "It's very important to me."
The door is closed.
Adelia's smile also seemed to freeze on her face.
After she realized that she could still laugh easily after telling the embarrassing story.
In fact, she couldn't tell whether she just smiled sincerely or simply diverted her attention.
But at this moment, she was alone in the room, as if the relaxed air had been taken away, and her smile became meaningless.
Before her expression could be adjusted, the door opened again.
Sherlock seemed to have gone out a few steps and came back again. Maybe he saw her expression at this moment, or maybe it was something else. His gray-blue eyes stared at her face, and his head turned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.
She didn't react, thinking that there was something strange about her body, and she felt a little at a loss.
What happened in the next second made her even more unresponsive.
He reached out and hugged her gently.
Unprepared, she stiffened and fell into his arms.
The hug was light, but it did envelop her in a warmth that wasn't offensive but couldn't be ignored.
She suddenly realized that she was already a little used to this person, but such a distance made her feel a little... itchy.
His breathing was like a feather brushing against her ears, soft and itchy, unable to be ignored, leaving a lingering residual warmth.
When did you start to have no sense of distance from Sherlock Holmes unconsciously?She couldn't tell.She couldn't even think of the reason why she would tell the story of the past.
But maybe she really needs a hug right now.
The author says:
Seeing some new faces, maybe everyone is reluctant to eat my bowl of rice because of the lack of food in the original book (I am forced to cut my legs due to lack of food). I have my own expectations for the serialization of the article, the style of writing and the plot idea.Although it is food production, it also has commodity attributes when written, so briefly introduce the characteristics of the commodity:
The update time is set at [-]:[-] in the morning, so you don’t need to get up early or stay up late. Basically, there will be no updates if there is no update at [-]:[-] (because I don’t like to edit and update after posting, try to post after revision, sometimes it’s too late to do the last revision), There will be no special leave, and chapters that are fatter will be reissued the next day.I think the pit product is not bad. This book may be a little slower than others because the window period is too long, but you can always trust the little whale.
Stupid authors usually self-check wrong sentences + typos 2-3 times before sending them out, but after all, sometimes they will be a little numb when looking at what they wrote, and it is inevitable that there will be omissions after modification. The bugs in the comment area may not modify orz, and it will not affect If you read it, bear with it. If there are really many, I will revise them uniformly to reduce the gap caused by "false changes".
Doujin is originally a second-design work, and everyone has different ideas about the character design. I personally feel that this book is the original work + Jeremy's blessing. It may be younger and playful. The plot will be calmer in the future.
The main line is not too clear, it looks boring, the composition of the article is mainly romance + reasoning, the author's IQ is limited, so the romance is put first, fearing that the reasoning will be humiliated.
Regarding the comments, I almost replied to every one of the previous books, but now I have finally become a social animal (. I have enough energy but not enough energy (the mobile phone needs a verification code for every reply), and I may not be able to do every reply. , but I can watch them all, so if there is anything you like, please give me feedback if you are willing, and everyone will crack sugar together; if there are more people who urge you to update, I will also receive this tvt that is working hard to make a fat chapter!
Finally, thank you all for coming to eat my cooking. It is really warm and spicy for a group of people who like Laofu to gather together!Give old and new friends a huge kiss -333333-
PS: I changed the cover again, go to Kangkang/doge
pps:明天我想把整个案子再盘一下,暂休一天,后天万字更新。感谢在2021-10-2520:12:14~2021-10-2623:11:18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: tilapia e1;
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Baiyanyan; 2 bottles of Tilapia e; 1 bottle of Maoqiuniu;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?
Adlia does not know the process of their discussion, but the final conclusion is very clear: first, the scope of their activities is limited to the hotel, and if they leave the hotel, they must be followed by villagers; second, the two must stay together so that the tavern three, for a week at most, and if they fail to prove their innocence within a week, they will send Sherlock to Scotland Yard.
The two returned to the room—this time Torres changed them to a larger double room—Adelia took off her hat, threw it on the table, and sat heavily on the sofa.
Sherlock picked up the hat, weighed it, and hung it on the coat rack.He had just discovered that this hat was not often worn by Adlia.
"What about murder?"
"You have a cold? Or do you smoke?"
The two were almost in unison.
Adlia wanted to scratch her hair, but held back: "It's not important, what's the murder?"
"I went to the hotel that night and slept all night. The next day, that is, the morning of July 25, I was going to find out where Hunter was," he said a little sleepily, "Torres, including several others The kid said he didn't know where he went for the past half month, and then I was going to visit the casino in the next town. At [-]:[-], I happened to be at the door of Branston's residence, and suddenly I heard a scream calling for death , I ran over."
Adelia: Guess what, just join in the fun.
"and then?"
"I asked the maid, and she said it was about nine o'clock. Mr. Branston said he would take a bath, and he would go out to meet guests later, but at 10:30, the careless maid realized that the master hadn't appeared for a long time, and tentatively opened the bathroom. found Branston dead," Sherlock remembered the time clearly, "he was lying in the bathtub with a smile on his face, just like taking a bath, if it wasn't for a dagger in his chest —As an aside, it looks like he's holding a dagger."
Speaking of this, Sherlock gestured at the position of the dagger: "Then I went to the scene to have a look. For the first time, I followed the crowd to see it, and took a closer look-then the villagers and the servants of the manor Spontaneously formed a team to guard the scene, I sneaked in twice to look for it, and the second time they found out that there was something wrong with me."
"Branston's gold watch, rings, everything is gone, and the cash box in his bedroom is also empty. It looks like he is trying to get rich."
"If you are willing to think with me, I can tell you the details."
Adelia was silent for a moment, noncommittal: "I thought you knew how much I wanted to leave early."
"It seems that we have reached a consensus." He wanted to touch the cigarette from his pocket, but when he remembered that the cigarette was gone, he could only put his hand down angrily, and turned around with his hat, "Adrian, who has received professional medical training Mr. Hudson—”
Suddenly being called by her full name, Adlia tensed up subconsciously.
The corner of Sherlock's mouth turned up when he received the attention of the other party: "Maybe I have to trouble you who have more credibility than me. I want to go and see the poor Mr. Branston's body again."
"Is there any doubt?"
"It can be said that there are many doubts, my dear," he showed a very interested look, "the edge of the bathtub is very clean, there are only a few faint drops of blood, even though it was stabbed close to the heart, the bathtub did not see blood red .”
"To be honest, if you see it, you won't forget that scene. His face is as rosy as in a sauna, and he even smiles, but his hand is holding the handle of the knife in a strange posture, not at all. .The ground is soaked in the blood ruler, but everything around is extremely calm, as if not troubled by death."
Adelia raised her eyebrows: "No struggle, no blood spatter?"
"I'm sure there's absolutely no mess in the bathroom than outside the bathroom."
Adlia took out her pocket watch, it was only eleven o'clock: "How long has Branston's body been in the bathtub?"
"The body found at 10:30 in the morning was not fished out until about twelve o'clock, and it was placed in an ice cellar in the basement."
"It's been five days, isn't it rotten?" Adelia was silent. "Even if the person who died was Branston himself, do they still want to solve it by themselves..."
"Also?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You can also see that although everything you need for life seems to be here, it seems to be thriving, but it's very closed," she said, "They don't welcome outsiders. When a stranger comes—such as you— It can spread throughout the village within an hour."
"You can even think of this as a country where theft, deceit and even death, all matters that should be appealed to the court, can be handed over to the manor owner, that is, Branston, who owns the estate and has power."
"It's hard for me to imagine a place like this in nineteenth-century Britain."
She hadn't planned to talk about this at all, but for some reason, perhaps because the topic was coming, she couldn't help but confide in it.
"Five years ago, when my aunt and I came back here to help Hunter open this tavern," she whispered, "I was next to a lady who had difficulty breathing after being hit by a horse."
Although she didn't look at Sherlock, she could feel Sherlock's eyes on her.
"After a simple physical examination, I judged that she had a tension pneumothorax. There may have been a few offensive movements during the process." She pursed her dry lips uncomfortably. A thick needle, or even a pen or something, will open up the pleural space."
"They refused, saying I was murder," she said calmly, her eyes like a pool of stagnant water, "I watched her die in front of me."
She has no way to practice medicine in this era, and everything about her is incompatible with this place.
"Branston had me in the basement, but then somehow he changed his mind and wanted to 'pardon' me, and said I was brave, but they didn't welcome me, hope I don't come back, that's all "," she said in a tone like a bystander, "gossip spreads quickly in the village, but at that time, not many people knew the exact facts about it, and my aunt had a good reputation, so that's how it happened."
"I see," Sherlock looked at her steadily, "it's all over."
He seemed to suddenly understand the ups and downs of the stagnant water.
"Branston is dead, and there will be little Branton. Hunter is dead, and there will be little Hunter." Adlia smiled slightly. "This is not so easy to change, Holmes."
She stood up and put on her hat: "Anyway, let's go and negotiate with Torres to investigate the scene. You can use your brains more and let me leave this sad place as soon as possible."
Sherlock then stood up and watched her open the door.
"Sadly..." he murmured in a low voice. Did the sadly mentioned by his friend really refer to this village?
Before his thoughts were formed, the man who had just left came in again with a letter.
"Detective Lestrade is really capable." Adlia rarely showed a happy expression, "Holmes, I'm afraid you have to negotiate with Torres yourself, great detective."
She tore open the envelope deftly, read the letter quickly, and threw it to Sherlock.
Sherlock rarely felt a little confused, but he didn't understand what it was until he opened the envelope.
He wanted to laugh, but he didn't think it was that funny. His heart was still affected by her statement just now. She seemed to be out of emotion, but he couldn't ignore her negative emotions.
At this moment, the corners of his mouth held back for a while, and finally he smiled.
"Adrian, did you think of this in advance?" His voice was still a little surprised, "Consulting detective, you even asked Lestrade to make me a job?"
The letter from Lestrade clearly stated: Upon inquiry, you have recently dealt with private matters here, sorry to bother you... I have fully recognized your talent, and now Scotland Yard has an important case, and you are urgently needed Insights from a consulting detective...
It even has the Scotland Yard stamp on it.
I have to say that the seriousness of this letter reveals some perfunctory, but it is enough to deceive the tavern owner in this small village.
Adelia is rare to be a little complacent. Although she is not as obvious as Sherlock, she can't help but bend her eyes, and her voice shows a little smile: "I always think of you as a vagrant before I go out. It’s really not easy to deal with the accident. I sent a telegram to ask Agent Lestrade to send a letter here. I’ll give you an identity certificate. I didn’t expect to arrive so soon. It seems that the charm of the great detective Sherlock Holmes has conquered this place. A Scotland Yard agent."
When Sherlock heard "The Great Detective", he just felt funny and helpless. It seemed that after getting acquainted with it, Adrian would use some of these kind of harsh jokes, admitting that it was somewhat embarrassing, but denying it seemed unnecessary.
He pondered over the job of "consulting detective", and suddenly felt that it seemed to be not bad.
But before he finished smacking, his occasionally lively roommate pushed him to the door.
"Okay, big detective, use your brain to convince the shopkeeper in this remote village to fight for the maximum freedom for you?" Her voice was low, but there was inevitably some joy—at least she didn't have to negotiate.
He followed her strength forward to the door a little funny, but he suddenly turned his head back.
"Adrian, I know you like personal space."
He looked at her puzzled eyes deliberately stopped.
"But I really need some help from a medical professional I can trust," he said with a demure doffing of his hat. "It's very important to me."
The door is closed.
Adelia's smile also seemed to freeze on her face.
After she realized that she could still laugh easily after telling the embarrassing story.
In fact, she couldn't tell whether she just smiled sincerely or simply diverted her attention.
But at this moment, she was alone in the room, as if the relaxed air had been taken away, and her smile became meaningless.
Before her expression could be adjusted, the door opened again.
Sherlock seemed to have gone out a few steps and came back again. Maybe he saw her expression at this moment, or maybe it was something else. His gray-blue eyes stared at her face, and his head turned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.
She didn't react, thinking that there was something strange about her body, and she felt a little at a loss.
What happened in the next second made her even more unresponsive.
He reached out and hugged her gently.
Unprepared, she stiffened and fell into his arms.
The hug was light, but it did envelop her in a warmth that wasn't offensive but couldn't be ignored.
She suddenly realized that she was already a little used to this person, but such a distance made her feel a little... itchy.
His breathing was like a feather brushing against her ears, soft and itchy, unable to be ignored, leaving a lingering residual warmth.
When did you start to have no sense of distance from Sherlock Holmes unconsciously?She couldn't tell.She couldn't even think of the reason why she would tell the story of the past.
But maybe she really needs a hug right now.
The author says:
Seeing some new faces, maybe everyone is reluctant to eat my bowl of rice because of the lack of food in the original book (I am forced to cut my legs due to lack of food). I have my own expectations for the serialization of the article, the style of writing and the plot idea.Although it is food production, it also has commodity attributes when written, so briefly introduce the characteristics of the commodity:
The update time is set at [-]:[-] in the morning, so you don’t need to get up early or stay up late. Basically, there will be no updates if there is no update at [-]:[-] (because I don’t like to edit and update after posting, try to post after revision, sometimes it’s too late to do the last revision), There will be no special leave, and chapters that are fatter will be reissued the next day.I think the pit product is not bad. This book may be a little slower than others because the window period is too long, but you can always trust the little whale.
Stupid authors usually self-check wrong sentences + typos 2-3 times before sending them out, but after all, sometimes they will be a little numb when looking at what they wrote, and it is inevitable that there will be omissions after modification. The bugs in the comment area may not modify orz, and it will not affect If you read it, bear with it. If there are really many, I will revise them uniformly to reduce the gap caused by "false changes".
Doujin is originally a second-design work, and everyone has different ideas about the character design. I personally feel that this book is the original work + Jeremy's blessing. It may be younger and playful. The plot will be calmer in the future.
The main line is not too clear, it looks boring, the composition of the article is mainly romance + reasoning, the author's IQ is limited, so the romance is put first, fearing that the reasoning will be humiliated.
Regarding the comments, I almost replied to every one of the previous books, but now I have finally become a social animal (. I have enough energy but not enough energy (the mobile phone needs a verification code for every reply), and I may not be able to do every reply. , but I can watch them all, so if there is anything you like, please give me feedback if you are willing, and everyone will crack sugar together; if there are more people who urge you to update, I will also receive this tvt that is working hard to make a fat chapter!
Finally, thank you all for coming to eat my cooking. It is really warm and spicy for a group of people who like Laofu to gather together!Give old and new friends a huge kiss -333333-
PS: I changed the cover again, go to Kangkang/doge
pps:明天我想把整个案子再盘一下,暂休一天,后天万字更新。感谢在2021-10-2520:12:14~2021-10-2623:11:18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: tilapia e1;
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Baiyanyan; 2 bottles of Tilapia e; 1 bottle of Maoqiuniu;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?
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