My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

The two didn't go back to the hotel directly, but took a walk around.

After walking like this for a while, Adelia has already hypnotized herself to forget the sense of disobedience of holding someone's arm.

On the contrary, Sherlock was very at ease, humming maybe a Turkish march, pointing at the leaves from time to time to popularize some geographical knowledge.

Adelia didn't know if what he said was right or not. These words like plants sounded strange to her, so she just nodded in agreement.But that didn't dampen Sherlock's conversation, she had no doubt that if he had a cane in his hand, he would have swung it already.

Outside the fence at the east end of the villa, Sherlock's footsteps obviously slowed down, and Adlia also followed his speed, letting him look at the traces of these trees one by one.

He has found his purpose.

"The tree has rope marks," he pointed out to Adelia, "and there are hoof marks on the ground."

The two walked along the hoof prints for a while, and then came to the way they came, and there were no traces here.

"It's still obviously going in the direction of the hotel," Sherlock pouted. "Smart Adrian probably has someone suspicious in his mind?"

Adlia followed his steps unhurriedly: "When the defendant has a quarrel with the judge or has a relationship with him, the judge should avoid suspicion."

"Actually, if you get to this point, there is nothing wrong with suspecting Hunter, at least not in the information you have seen, but I know there are still some weird things in it," Sherlock quickened his pace, "in order not to let others hear Doubt, I will go back and talk to you in detail.”

Back at the hotel, the first thing Adlia did was push Sherlock to the sink.

"Aren't you curious about the weirdness I'm going to tell you?" Sherlock, who simply rubbed his hands through the soap, was a little depressed. He was just about to take out his hand, but was pushed back again.

The unselfish Adelia apparently did not allow him to wash his hands for less than a minute.

Although Adelia didn't touch anything, she strictly followed the seven steps of washing her hands.Washing hands with soap makes her hands a little dry. If it was before, she would definitely have some hand cream or something.Her skin was already very good, and if it was too protective, it would be easier to look unmasculine, so she could only endure the dry and rough discomfort and simply wipe it off.

"Okay, there are no outsiders, you can now talk about your so-called weirdness." She poured a glass of white water for both of them.

"I have to say, Adrian, you have always had the talent to keep silent," Sherlock joked, stepped on the sofa with one foot and sat cross-legged on the sofa with a wonderful and sensitive movement, which made people The sofa seems to be tailor-made for him, "But seeing the surprised expression on your face gives me a double sense of accomplishment."

Adlia wanted to accuse someone of stepping on the sofa without taking off her shoes, but she held back after thinking that this was not the sofa on Baker Street.

He leaned on the armrest with one elbow, tapped his temple with his fingertips, gently, again and again: "Let me think about it, where did I start—"

"Let's start with Mr. Branston in the bathtub."

If you only look at Branston's face, you may think that he just fell asleep peacefully with his face flushed from the bath, but when you looked into the bathtub, you found a dagger stuck in his chest. There is also a ruby, and the water in the bathtub is dyed red.

"Aren't there any traces of fighting? Water splashed out?" Adlia asked.

"No, that's what's so weird, he's holding a dagger in his backhand, but no one would choose to end their life naked in a bathtub, my friend," Sherlock gestured. , "And the position is also very strange. This position is somewhat close to the position of a Japanese warrior cutting open the abdomen, but the position is a bit higher."

He added: "I don't even think normal people can do this pose, let alone stab their heart hard."

Adelia looked at his movements, thoughtful: "Are you sure it's this position? I even suspect that it didn't reach the heart. It can't be killed by one blow."

Sherlock stretched out his hand to compare, and it probably looked like it was in the sixth intercostal space of the left chest.

"Although it may be possible to rub against it, but this position is indeed..." Adelia scratched her chin, "You continue."

She didn't notice that when she was led by this person to think wholeheartedly, her headache and discomfort seemed to go away from her.

"Yes, the 'suicide' scene full of mistakes and omissions." Sherlock said.

There were a few drops of light red water stains dripping down on the ground, but it was obviously not the kind that splashed out.

"There is a difference between splashing and dripping in form, and I have observed it in my spare time," he added.

In addition, if it was really a blow to the heart, and it was soaked in hot water, the blood in the bathtub should be more red.

The clothes hanging outside are a little messy, and there are other things wrong. Branston is a neat and elegant person. If it is his own undress, at least it will not be so violent. The soft shirt fabric can Seeing the traces of forceful pulling, it seemed that it was inconvenient to untie the button and violently tore it open, and even pulled a button off.The buttons of the trousers were not even completely undone, as if they had been pulled off.

"In other words, maybe he died before entering the bathroom." Sherlock frowned. "Actually, I have a guess, because I smelled bitter almonds on him that day."

Adelia, a medical student who is very sensitive to this knowledge point, blurted out: "Cyanide?"

Sherlock's approving eyes fell on her, but she felt a little uncomfortable, and pretended to be calm: "It's a guess, it may not be right."

She added another sentence: "Cyanide won't last long in the stomach. I'm afraid it's hard to have evidence even if it's guessed like this."

"Have you ever extracted cyanide from the stomach of the deceased?" Sherlock grasped the point and asked back.

At this time, the friend is used to throw the blame: "Stilton told me——do you have any other discoveries?"

Sherlock looked at Adlia thoughtfully, and shook his head slightly: "Not yet, I just know that there must be two people in this matter...or maybe three people."

"I still need some clues."

He adjusted his posture and tapped the armrest quickly with his fingers as if he were winding up a string.Although Adelia still had questions to ask, she wisely kept silent so as not to interfere with the thinking of this clever brain.

After an unknown amount of time, Sherlock suddenly let out a "ha", startling Adelia who was sitting on the sofa.

I saw that he "lifted" himself up with his hands on the handrails, and then his legs and feet suddenly straightened and fell to the ground, dexterously like an acrobat.

"My dear Adrian, I should not have left you thinking with me without eating—"

"I'm going to order food—"

"No, no, that's too slow," he walked quickly to the door while talking, "I'll just go downstairs and order directly, do you want to come together?"

"Uh, no, can you bring me a copy?"

Adelia wasn't sure if the man heard it clearly, but after she said "no", the door closed.So is this to take or not to take?Adelia was confused by her roommate's behavior, and for a moment she even regretted that she had rejected his request.

She sighed and walked to the window to look at the scenery of the village.Although there are some noisy voices downstairs, it seems that all this does not belong here, and there is a sense of unreality of the diaphragm.

She was a little annoyed by her repeated emotions, so she simply didn't think too much, took out the latest newspaper in the room, and flipped through it casually.

But halfway through, she changed her position a little uncomfortably.

"It's fine if there are two people, why do you say there are three people..."

"Boom, boom, boom."

Adlia bounced off the sofa, walked quickly and opened the door, but there was no one outside.

"Sir, take a look down," the childish voice conveyed a lovely helplessness, "I'll deliver your lunch."

It was the little girl from the first day, holding a plate of pasta, pouting sullenly.

Adelia burst out laughing.

"Sorry, my dear lady," she squatted down, taking the plate with both hands, "thank you for bringing me lunch."

The little girl probably didn't expect that she would look at her and talk to her, and her displeasure suddenly turned dull, and she was even a little at a loss: "Mr. Holmes asked me to send it."

Adelia originally wanted to end the chat, but after hearing this sentence, she couldn't hold back and asked, "What is he doing?"

The little girl shrunk her nose in distaste: "Smoking, drinking, and playing cards are things adults like to do."

ha?

Adelia was a little puzzled. She took 1 shilling from her pocket and stuffed it into her hand. She winked at the little girl and said, "Okay, this is your labor fee. What's your name?"

"Vera Torres, you can call me Vera," she whispered.

"Okay, Vera, let's go play." She smiled and said goodbye to the little girl.

Back in the room, she put the noodles on the table, as if she was a little hungry, not very hungry.But she forced herself to finish it anyway.

Smoking, drinking and playing cards?

She thought: I beg you not to take these habits into Baker Street.

After a while, she bitterly chewed on the unpalatable noodles: You'd better do this to solve the case.

2.

When Sherlock returned to his room, his roommate had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Adrian always has a quiet demeanor.For some reason, Sherlock's brain, which had been a little bit excited, suddenly calmed down at this moment.He walked lightly, not waking up his roommate, and sat back on the single sofa.

He didn't bring cigarettes with him when he came to Hampshire. He just picked up some from other people playing cards. He held the cigarettes between his fingertips and didn't light them.

I have noticed before that although Adrian sleeps in the room for a long time, his eyes are always black and blue, and he looks like he lacks sleep.Although Adrian himself denied his neurasthenia, Mrs. Hudson mentioned that he had a terrible sleep at night, and was easily awakened by loud movements.

It was rare to see her in a deep sleep, and Sherlock suddenly noticed that Adrian's facial lines seemed to be softer than his impression.She seems to be like this everywhere, her character, physique and even her face always hide some unexpected softness.

He stared at her face in a daze, and it took him a long time to turn his attention away from his roommate and reorganize his thoughts related to the case.

Putting the cigarette to his mouth, he remembered that he hadn't lit it.

Adelia woke up at eight o'clock in the evening.

It was already dark at this time, and when she opened her eyes, she was taken aback by the statue-like person sitting diagonally across from her.His gray-blue eyes seemed to glisten even in the darkness.

"Holmes?" she asked in surprise.

"Scared?" He took the cigarette out of his mouth, "You slept soundly."

Adelia felt a little guilty for some reason, but she acted very naturally: "Did you knock on the door?"

Sherlock's hand paused: "I knocked on the door, but you didn't hear it."

Relying on the soundness of her sleep, he didn't know it at all, so he spoke confidently.

This time Adlia was a little dubious, her sleep quality wasn't that good, right?But Sherlock's performance was too natural, and she was a little unsure for a moment: Did I sleep so deeply?

"Obviously, my smoking didn't wake you up," he said.

Adelia just believed it, and suddenly realized: "That's right..."

She obviously didn't wake up, and she was still a little ignorant. She didn't react until Sherlock laughed out loud, but it seemed pointless to be angry at this time, and she wanted to be angry and wanted to laugh.He cleared his throat. "Holmes, I don't think our relationship is such that you can enter a room without knocking,"

"Yeah." He responded perfunctorily.

Seeing his refusal to get in, Adelia sighed and decided to lock the door from the inside in the future, but this matter is not the most important thing right now.

"So what did you do this afternoon?"

"Smoking, drinking, playing cards, and bragging," Sherlock smiled slightly. "Hunter is indispensable for men's hobbies on such occasions."

"What did you ask?"

"Hunter, who has been missing for half a month, went to a casino." He clasped his hands together and rubbed them lightly. "He has a deck of cards in his hand, exactly the same as the one we saw in Branston's bedroom."

Adlia was stunned: "I have never heard that he has a gambling hobby. As far as I know, he even plays cards when socializing... The Branston family's business does not involve gambling. | Color it?"

"Yes, he is an extremely self-disciplined person. He only smokes one cigarette a day, and drinks only a little bit a day." He stretched out his hand and gestured to a height, "A person like this will not let himself be addicted to gambling| of."

"That's what Hunter left behind?" She hesitated for a moment, and then she regretted it.

"I have to say, Adrian, your whimsical ideas make me laugh out loud," Sherlock chuckled, "Do you still remember what Mrs. Branston said today?"

Adelia had question marks all over her head.

"He just came back from a business trip not long ago, and they haven't chatted enough," he briskly imitated Rachel's tone, "If it was just a business trip in a neighboring town for three or two days, she would definitely not say that, at least for more than a week."

"Coincidentally, Hunter has been missing for half a month?" She followed his words.

Sherlock nodded approvingly: "I asked a few questions during the card game today. Hunter went to the casino in Birmingham and won a lot of money. During the intermission of Hunter, I asked someone else, Branston went to It's Birmingham too - there's so much close together in them that it's impossible not to suspect."

"Branston said that he wanted to see a guest and needed to take a shower and change clothes, but he actually drank water by the window—the way Hunter came to find Branston was to climb in through that window—my thoughts were too busy, mixed in Together, maybe I'll think about how to explain to you how I came to this simple conclusion."

"One is whether Hunter is looking for Branston's room with a clear goal? The answer is obviously 'yes', most people will not go that way, and they don't know where Branston's room is from the outside. , plus what the servant and his wife said, maybe he has appeared there a few times."

"Hunter's goal is very clear, which is to make money, rummaging through boxes, taking away cash, accessories, documents in the third drawer, etc. He didn't even touch it, plus his sudden wealth - just From my experience playing cards with him, his elm head should not suddenly open up."

"But—if he's coming here for money, there's a problem, and he's using the dagger that Branston kept under his pillow, and in his capacity, there's no way he's going to go away with Branston. so close as to know that the discreet planter has a weapon under his pillow."

Adelia was a little dizzy from what he said, but she tried her best to keep up with her train of thought: "Wait a minute, Holmes, I think I might need to remember it."

She took out her own pad and portable pen from her arms, and simply wrote a draft. Her writing speed was very fast, and she wrote down the key points in half a minute.

"From the roughness of the imitation|suicide, it's hard not to suspect that it was improvised, he saw the knife, he saw Branston defenseless in the bathtub, he saw the My precious pocket watch, evil comes to the guts--"

"How do you know that Branston was assassinated in the bathtub?"

"Bloodstains, and Branston must have been stabbed naked| naked, and none of his clothes were missing," he said impatiently, "use your brains."

"Okay." She hastily scribbled a few more strokes in the notebook, and sometimes her brain didn't react when she just moved the pen.

"It's just that before this knife, I'm afraid Mr. Branston is dead," his voice was close to a murmur. "It would be great if your friend Stilton was here. He will definitely be able to draw a definite conclusion."

Adelia: You've only been working together for a few days and you trust Stilton so much?

"Bitter almond smell, rosy complexion - by the way, this is also a point, if he was stabbed in the heart and died of bleeding, he must be pale; and as you said, that position is not in the heart at all - before killing | people I don't even know that the other party is dead, and I don't know where to stab my knife."

"In addition, there is the smell of bitter almonds and a ruddy complexion, typical signs of drug poisoning."

Adlia was stunned for a moment, added a few more strokes to the notebook, and then remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, Sherlock laughed suddenly: "Newspapers, letters, career, your work seems to be very comprehensive, now you only need to praise me, Adrian."

Adelia was a little shy, but she hadn't organized her words yet—hell, why did she always feel strangely awkward in front of this person.

"Can I see your notes?" Sherlock didn't ask, but looked at her notebook curiously.

This pad is new, and before she had time to write much, Adlia handed it out without hesitation.

Sherlock, who got it, frowned: "What did you write?"

I saw a bunch of wavy lines, strange letters, circles and triangles drawn in a mess on this notebook.

"It's not important." Adlia took the notebook back silently and put it back in her pocket. "I wrote all the key information anyway, not for you to understand."

She changed the subject abruptly: "Will you win more or lose more?"

"I thought the notes you took were related to what I said, and I could understand a little bit." Sherlock was still struggling with the previous topic, as if he didn't hear the second half of the sentence.

This caught Adlia: "There is always some tricks in shorthand, so is it winning or losing?"

"...just to make them play cards more happily."

"Win or lose?"

Seeing his roommate's rare expression of interest, Sherlock backed down: "Okay sir, as you think, I lost a little."

Adelia was a little happy for some reason, but felt that she was a little hypocritical, and pressed the corners of her upturned lips: "I hope you didn't lose all your money to Hunter."

Sherlock immediately looked for an opportunity to salvage his image: "I have a bit of experience in mathematics, and the control of winning and losing can be regarded as coming and going-the final output is only a dozen pennies."

Adelia was still a little happy in her heart, and she pretended to think about it: "Well, if you can let me leave this village within two days, I am willing to reimburse you."

This time, Sherlock really laughed out loud: "Of course there is no problem—but after everything is settled, I really want to go around here a little bit, after all, the air and scenery here are much better than London. "

Adlia thought for a while: "There is indeed a lake here, it doesn't have a name, but the scenery is not bad."

It took her a while to realize that her thoughts were being led away by the person in front of her: "But I don't plan to stay."

Sherlock pretended not to hear.

"Not to mention anything else, are you still planning to go out at night?" She asked again.

Sherlock usually likes to wear light morning clothes at home. Although she doesn't know how long he has been back, seeing that his shoes and clothes have not been changed, and his cane is also placed by the sofa, she also tried the method he speculated.

"What? Our lazy Adrian is finally willing to go out with me?" He paused mysteriously.

The author says:

Well, adr's emotions have been mobilized a bit / great read

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