My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

As soon as Sherlock's question came out, Adelia's rarely active mood fell back a bit. She thought about how tiring going out at night was, and she hesitated.

But he was still somewhat curious, so he could only pretend not to care and said, "It depends on what you are going out to do."

It was rare to see her awkwardness so obvious, and Sherlock couldn't help laughing again: "I have an appointment with someone this afternoon to go to another place to play cards, and I don't think you want to go."

As expected, Adelia frowned: "You guys are very particular."

Playing cards also brings a change of venue.

Sherlock just smiled, without explaining, he took out a note from his pocket: "In order not to make my roommate too boring, Adrian, I have to ask you to help me take a telegram, the content is on the note , the address is on the back."

He took out his pocket watch to check the time, jumped up from the sofa, patted his clothes and picked up his cane: "Then, see you tonight!"

It would be better if he didn't see her, so she wouldn't worry about being discovered by him.Adlia picked up the note and looked at the content on it.

The telegram was addressed to Mycroft Holmes, who seemed to be one of his family members. The address was in Pallmore Street, which seemed to be near Buckingham Palace. The content was very concise: Birmingham Casino, Branston died|murder.

Casino Birmingham?Did she miss any knowledge point?She sighed, Sherlock is not a qualified storyteller, he always hides some "obvious" answers, but those obvious ones are what he thinks about.

This pattern always sounds a bit familiar...Adelia seems to have been touched by some distant memories, what kind of detective, the one who got the truth through all the tricks... She frowned and thought for a long time.But in fact, she was not very interested in novels and TV dramas before, and she would not be able to remember anything for a while, so she could only give up thinking.

Taking advantage of Sherlock's absence, Adlia took a good shower, and put away all her clothes and supplies after washing, making sure that even if Sherlock rushed in to take a shower in the next second, there would be no trace of her. don't worry.

Although she told Holmes that she would leave within two days, she didn't hold out any hope. Her roommate this time is a detective with excellent observation skills. She must cheer up and maintain a good relationship during this kind of co-living with no distance. own identity.

After taking a bath, she roughly brushed her hair, lost sleepiness, turned on the light, and opened the book she brought, which was "The Count of Monte Cristo" she bought at the station.It is true that she does not read much. She was not very interested in literature before, and she just glanced at it like a cow chewing peony. In this era, there are no mobile phones, no computers, and science is progressing slowly. She is not able to show her talents in anything On the contrary, he slowly began to cultivate his own literary interest.

Although she still can't see anything romantic, it can even be said that she has nothing to do with romance.

Looking at it, she finally felt a little drowsy. After extinguishing the candle, she found that the moonlight outside was bright and bright, and there was some gentleness shining down through the blinds.

It was rare for her to sit and stare at the moon in a daze for a while, and she began to regret that she had forgotten many poems she had memorized in the past.

If all the past is forgotten, is she still her?

Because she and Sherlock themselves were "closed" here, their room was located in the farthest part of the hotel. This also had the advantage that they would not be disturbed by outsiders.

She looked out of the window quietly for a while, and suddenly, a person broke into her field of vision.

Um?It's so late, is there anyone outside?That is--

With the bright moonlight, she saw that person clearly.

Clowney?

I saw Clowney looking around, as if waiting for something.Adelia lowered the shutter a little to get a better view.What little sleepiness she had was gone.

She stood blankly by the bare roadside, hesitating, pacing left and right from time to time, as if waiting for something, and Adlia was waiting just like her.

After about 10 minutes or more, Adlia's eyes were a little dry, and she saw a person in gray clothes jumping out from the nearby bushes, and he hugged her tightly.

Because of the distance, Adelia can't see very clearly, only vaguely discerning that he has "the forehead of a philosopher and the jaw of a womanizer", and two rather thick eyebrows.

Adlia's perspective can only see the two kissing and separating, as if whispering in each other's ears.Then Clowney seemed to take out something, wrapped it in a cloth, she couldn't tell exactly, and handed it to the man.The man seemed a little excited, and hugged her for another long kiss.

The man was tall and strong, and it was hard for Adlia not to suspect that he was a soldier.

After a long time, they left together.

Adlia glanced at the time, it was already three o'clock in the morning.She always felt a little strange, and laughed at herself that she saw this point in the private meeting of young couples, and finally felt a little sleepy.She made a second attempt to fall asleep.

Long-term insomnia and the fact that she had had enough sleep this afternoon, Adlia still hadn't fallen asleep, and her occipital was already throbbing a little at this moment.She sat up abruptly.

Suddenly, she remembered the hug at noon.

She sat blankly for a while, pulled the quilt over her head, and rolled the pillow into her arms.

What is there to think about, it's just brotherhood.Holmes possessed that kind of mind, and ordinary people would not be able to see him as his friend. Coupled with his inexplicable observation habit, no one would tolerate him.

He just expressed his closeness and concern for his friend—she could see that he was considerate and humane in the subtleties, such as playing a soft violin piece when she had a terrible headache, and that hug... …

I remembered his temperature again.She frowned, shaking off her random thoughts.

In a daze, she finally fell asleep.

But before falling asleep, she heard the sound of the door opening.

She said drowsily, "Holmes, you must knock before entering the door."

In the hazy field of vision, she saw him helplessly making a gesture of surrender and begging for forgiveness. She thought it was a little funny, her eyelids gradually darkened, and finally fell asleep.

She didn't notice that since Sherlock opened the door and found that she was asleep, his movements were extremely careful, almost making no sound.

Hey, sleeping again, Sherlock sighed helplessly, but in the end he didn't have the heart to wake him up, it just so happened that he also stayed up all night, so he simply lay on the sofa and fell asleep.

I do not know how long it has been.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a light knock on the door, but Adelia woke up almost instantly and sat up from the bed.Sherlock hadn't reacted yet, but was a little surprised by his roommate's actions.

Adelia was obviously not awake, and looked around guardedly, and it took a while to remember her situation.

She slept late last night, and there was nothing unusual about her attire. She evaluated her image in her heart at the moment, and lifted the quilt when she was sure that there was nothing wrong.

Only then did she realize that Sherlock was lying on the sofa and seemed to be asleep.

She moved lightly around the sofa and walked to the door.

It was still Vera who brought the news.

"Sir, I'm here to deliver breakfast." She tilted her head in confusion, "Father said that you can sit down after breakfast—are you free?"

She was a little uncertain when she spoke the second half of the sentence.

Adlia took the plate with one hand and subconsciously wanted to take some change out of her pocket, only to remember that she changed her pants in the shower yesterday.

The clever little girl shook her head again and again: "No need, no need, Dad will tell me if he knows."

When she smiled, there were two cute dimples on her cheeks, and she shook her head and flicked her braids. Adlia rarely showed a relaxed smile: "Then, thank you."

"You're welcome." She replied like a little adult, and then ran away.

When Adelia turned around, she was taken aback by Sherlock standing behind her.

"It seems that I woke up, but someone didn't wake up completely." He looked relaxed and happy, and took the plate from Adlia's hand. "I have to say, you can really sleep."

"Well, it's okay." She didn't bother to explain her insomnia, and asked after closing the door, "You don't seem surprised by Vera's words."

"Indeed," he smiled with an inexplicable meaning, "I knew the result yesterday when we went to play cards near the manor—in fact, not long after our game ended, Hunter was won by Edward gone."

"They want to believe that Hunter killed someone," Adlia couldn't explain her feelings clearly, "Although it is not clear who actually killed Branston, Hunter also has the act of murder|murder .”

"You're right, so it's not an exaggeration to hang him on the gallows," Sherlock applauded, "but, for us, whoever poisoned Branston is the final outcome."

The truth is true, but Adlia always has a feeling of uneasiness. The scene she saw last night flashed in her mind.

"I think we can set off after breakfast, find Mr. Edward, and inquire about the last person who entered Branston's room by the way. I am almost sure that it must be someone inside the manor," he did not say as he said. Instead, he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit them, "Without evidence, maybe we have to find a way to defraud this person——Adrian, this is really a negligence of my work , I haven’t communicated with the first person who discovered the scene until now.”

Adlia looked at the sausage and cream soup in front of her, coupled with the smell of smoke at the tip of her nose, she really lost her appetite, but she endured a little bit, didn't directly extinguish Sherlock's smoke, and forced herself to eat some bread, After making sure that Sherlock would not provide any other information, he mentioned what he saw last night.

"Last night—no, at two or three o'clock in the morning this morning, I saw Clowney having a private meeting with a man," she frowned, eating her own breakfast, "I feel that man is a stranger, I didn't see him I have seen such a person, although he is wearing ordinary clothes, I think he looks a bit like a soldier."

"I trust your eyesight. After all, you looked at Clowney carefully enough yesterday." He said inexplicably.

Adelia: ? ? ?

The author says:

The sentence "The forehead of a philosopher and the jaw of a womanizer" is quoted from the original text, and I didn't understand what it meant at the time... Guess who it is, an old tool man.

Some unhappy things happened yesterday, and when I went back to the dormitory at night, I suddenly broke down.In this world where the weather is getting colder, only Lao Fu still has some warmth (wipe away tears

Question: Why did Sherlock trust ADR's eyesight?