My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

After meeting her roommate for a short time, Adelia also adjusted her life a little bit. She was determined to investigate the living habits and character of this roommate. It coincided with the graduation season, and the new researcher will soon be able to On the job, she has only one experiment at the moment, and she is not too busy - it is a good time to be lazy, or to observe her roommates.

Regarding this, Mrs. Hudson is both happy and worried. She is happy that she can have someone to accompany her during lunch every day. What is worried is that Adlia's social life is very lacking. If she stays at home every day, isn't she really going to change? Become a lonely and autistic log?

Of course, this worry seemed a bit funny to Adlia. Talking to people and talking nonsense are the most solid skills she has mastered in the busy emergency department where she is used to life-and-death farce—she does not understand Socializing, I just feel that it is unnecessary for her now.

After completing a day's work, Adlia shuttled in the alleys of London. Her life was simple and boring. She used the same route to and from work, and her pace was similar. In her own opinion, it was a rigid repetitive movement, but Nor does she have much interest in exploring the world beyond this path.

It's just that today is destined to be an unusual day.

"careful!"

"Wang!"

With a short reminder, a huge object fell behind her. Adlia wanted to leave directly, but she still looked back, and found out that it was someone she had only seen a few days ago.She didn't make a sound, just slowly thinking about whether the other party recognized her.

Sherlock Holmes snorted, and held the poodle in his hand by the back of the neck and let out a long sigh. The puppy was obviously covered in dust from running around outside, but judging from the white fur between the collar and the dust spots, it should be It is a well cared for pet.

Adelia stood about three steps in front of him, but she didn't intend to get close, or reach out to help this future roommate.

Sherlock didn't mind at first, and was about to stand up after patting the ashes off his body with the dog in one hand.

——But he suddenly changed his mind: "What a coincidence, Adrian, I didn't expect that we would meet on this occasion."

He seemed to want to get up but couldn't get up, so he sat and put the leash in his hand on the puppy's collar.

Ah, got it.

Adlia looked at the man in front of him with a few strands of drooping hair. He seemed to have run for a while, with a reddish steam on his face, and his clothes were not as neat as when they met last time. Not to mention that at this moment he was sitting on the ground in a state of embarrassment, dragging a puppy.

"It's really unexpected." She nodded slightly, no matter the occasion or the appearance, she was very surprised. "Holmes, are you here?"

She was a little hesitant to reach out for a hand.

"Hiss...my ankle seems to be twisted..." He stretched out his hand to hold the part of his left calf close to the ankle, feeling a little distressed.

Perhaps because of her instinct as a doctor in the past, Adelia subconsciously squatted down to check the condition of his ankle.The dog that had been quiet all this time suddenly "wowed". Adlia looked sideways slightly, and Sherlock seemed to understand her meaning, and firmly controlled the dog in his hands.

He seemed to have great trust in the person in front of him who he had only met once, and let Adelia open his trouser legs.

"Does it hurt?" She pressed his ankle a few times, and held his heel in her palm, and stretched his ankle.

"It's just a little sore," Sherlock said uncertainly, "Maybe it was numb just now, but now it seems to be relieved."

Adelia was a little suspicious, but she didn't show it after all: "I don't seem to find anything unusual."

Naturally, she gently pulled his trouser legs down and smoothed it out, perhaps she hadn't noticed this action herself.

Seeing it, Sherlock didn't feel embarrassed, and moved his ankles: "It's okay now, there should be no problem."

With one hand propped up, he stood up very freely, patted the dust on his body, and straightened the wrinkles of his clothes a little.At this moment, he seemed to be the embarrassed one of the two, but he didn't seem to realize it. He took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the person who just touched his heel with his hand: "Sorry, maybe Get your hands dirty."

"It doesn't matter—"

This gentleman seemed to be 1.9 meters tall. Adlia felt that he was stretched so long that she had to raise her head and move her cervical spine when she stood up completely.At this time, she felt as if she was standing a little closer, and she stepped back slightly.Realizing that Holmes was still looking at her, she hesitated and found an excuse: "Sorry, I'm a little afraid of dogs."

Sherlock's hand was still stretched out to give her the handkerchief. Adlia wanted to find an excuse to refuse, but she was too lazy to say too much, so she took it and wiped her palm a little.

Compared with what she saw just now, Sherlock's hands that could control a small dog, her hands seemed a bit too small.

Following her line of sight, Sherlock looked at the white puppy who looked a little obedient and quiet after being put on a leash by his feet. The puppy could even be said to be sitting dignifiedly on its own hind legs. It can't be seen that it is a dog that can almost run from the rich area to the East End of London.

It's just that Sherlock found it a little funny that a gentleman who was nearly six feet afraid of a dog that was less than half his calf could admit it so calmly and seemed to have no emotional fluctuations.

"Don't worry, I won't take it to Baker Street," Sherlock said sweetly. "I was just entrusted to help a lady find her pet. This is not my dog."

Help find a pet?What kind of work is this?Adelia felt a few question marks appear on her forehead.Are Cambridge students all this maverick these days?Does she have to go back and find out?

Her face seemed to be calm, but Sherlock, who was observing her, did not miss her slight twitch of brows and her pursed lips before speaking.Her doubts pleased Sherlock, and the smile on his lips also had a faint tendency to widen.

"It's not all my job, it's just a little practice," Sherlock explained, and suddenly felt that there was no need to explain too much, "Are you going back to Baker Street now?"

Adelia nodded.At this moment, she felt that getting to know her roommate could be postponed. She was very tired from work today, and she really wanted to go back to 221B to lie down and rest for a while.

"It seems that you and I are not in the same direction for the time being," Sherlock pointed to the opposite side of Baker Street, "I have to send the dog back to her owner's house quickly."

This time Adlia's response was quick: "Then... goodbye?"

Sensing Adlia's urgency to bid farewell subtly, Sherlock's smile couldn't help leaking, but he didn't say goodbye as Adlia said: "My handkerchief?"

"...It seems to be dirty, I'll wash it and return it to you."

"It's okay, I'm more embarrassed than this handkerchief now."

Sherlock got his handkerchief anyway, and he found that Adrian was indeed an interesting person: Adrian never seemed to communicate with himself about the same thing for more than three rounds, even if he seemed to feel that a thing was inappropriate, As long as he repeats it to himself, he has compromised.

As for the bottom line of this person...

Sherlock pondered for a while. He could fully sense the other party's desire to say goodbye, but he was not in a hurry to test the other party's bottom line: "So, goodbye?"

Adelia breathed a sigh of relief, took off her hat, turned and left.

It's just that she didn't take a few steps, and the gentleman's voice sounded behind her again.

"By the way, Adrian, I will move to Baker Street tomorrow, see you tomorrow!"

Adlia stopped and turned around: "Welcome to Baker Street."

When Adelia left, Sherlock also took the quiet puppy and walked in another direction, but for some reason, he always wanted to laugh when he thought of this future roommate—this Adrian Hurd Sen, he doesn't seem to like socializing, but he forces himself to respond to the outside world. The feeling of hesitant to speak and hesitant to speak in the subtleties is Sherlock's newly discovered toy-the whole person at the moment of being called They all seemed to pause for a moment, and politely said "Welcome"...

No matter how I think about it, I find it a little funny.

And he felt that Adrian was not very used to being called Adrian (except Mrs. Hudson), and he showed an awkwardness when he deliberately called him Adrian a few times, even though it was his name. He brought it up himself, but he still called himself "Sherlock" instead of "Sherlock".

However, if he simply doesn't like to socialize, he has done a very thorough job--if Sherlock Holmes hadn't had the observation ability of Sherlock Holmes, it might be difficult to detect those subtle manifestations.

So, what is this?

After turning around, Adelia's expression gradually became indifferent, and she resumed her original pace. Today, unlike before, she did not go directly to 221b, but turned a corner and went downstairs to the Smith tailor shop 300 meters away. .

"Mr. Hudson..." There was a small exclamation.

Adlia put on a gentle face again, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Excuse me, Miss Taylor."

The female worker was a little shy, and her slightly round face was a little pink: "Mr. Smith is still drawing pictures, he said that if you come, you can take it yourself, don't go in and bother - don't go in to find him."

Adelia's smile was more sincere this time, Smith would not be so tactful when speaking, and she could even imagine his irritable tone: "Okay, thank you, you can go on with your business and leave me alone."

The outside of Smith's small shop looks neat and tidy, but when he opens the door of his workshop, he can see a mess. Adlia glanced at it and saw that everyone in Smith would be buried under a pile of drawings. It was appropriate to interrupt, and then gently closed the door considerately, turned around and walked to another small room where he entertained guests, and took the letter she wanted from the drawer.

"Dear Hudson, I haven't heard from you for a long time, and I'm a little bit worried. You asked me about 'Sherlock Holmes' earlier. I asked the students around me. He seems to be a person with some weird hobbies..."

The author says:

Difficult rehabilitation ing, code words are so difficult

原创案件的构思也好难，头痛感谢在2021-08-2122:53:18~2021-09-2023:46:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 279 bottles of soy sauce by passers-by; 10 bottles of Yun Yiya;

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