My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]
Chapter 31
When she was briefly absent-minded, a voice woke her up.
She found her voice with some effort: "Huh?"
Sherlock looked natural: "I said, the portrait is lost, can I ask for another copy?"
Adelia just felt tired and didn't want to move: "I don't think it's necessary, except for a very clever forehead, there is no valuable information."
She fell back on the grass, avoiding eye contact.It was actually a bit cold, but she was obsessed with the feeling of gradually losing body temperature.
She could hear him coming to her side, but she closed her eyes and didn't speak.
"It's time for us to go home, Adrian."
She gave a weak "hmm", her hands still peacefully folded on her abdomen.
"Get up, I feel cold." He said.
"Then you should exercise." She replied.
Sherlock was a little angry, but he couldn't get angry helplessly. He reached out and grabbed his friend's hand to pull him up: "I beg you, Adrian, your hands are probably worse than Clowney's. cold."
That's not a very polite metaphor.
Suddenly being held by a hand that was as hot as a hot iron, Adelia subconsciously wanted to get rid of it, but perhaps she was still immersed in her own world and didn't realize it, so she was pulled up ignorantly, even Until he let go, the hot temperature still remained on the back of his right hand.
It made her uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the consideration of politeness, she really wanted to shake her hand subconsciously to shake off the strange feeling.
Maybe the subconscious movements of her body were more honest. On the way back, she silently put her hands in her pockets.
Along the way, neither of them spoke, one was admiring the beautiful scenery of the countryside, and the other was just in a daze.
Back at the hotel, the chubby boss Torres was already waiting at the door. When he saw the two of them, he hurriedly greeted them.
"I already know about Hunter. To be honest, there is one more thing." Torres squeezed out a smile. "In fact, this horse belongs to Hunter."
Adelia was a little surprised.
Sherlock whispered: "The horseshoe prints outside the manor can also explain it."
Torres didn't hear what Sherlock said, and looked at Adlia: "Actually, I know that many things may not be so standardized, I mean, for example, this horse actually belongs to Hunter, but he only Gambling | After winning a game, what others use to offset it will soon be unaffordable, and the same is true for taverns."
His word order was a bit out of order, but Adlia understood. She roughly guessed that the little boss had something to say, and she managed to get up and socialize: "It's expected."
"I bought the tavern at a low price, on the condition that I raise the horse for him, and the horse still belongs to him," Torres rubbed his hands, "It's just that he is in trouble now, so naturally this kind of deal cannot continue. Mrs. Dursen is the only remaining relation he has..."
He looked at Adelia tentatively.
It was a small matter in Adele's eyes, but she was cautious and habitually thought about Torres' intentions: did she really care about the horse, or was she trying to test her attitude?
"If you really care about these things, including whether I need to take away some things in the hotel," Adlia said slowly, "you can give some cash compensation at the market price, and I probably won't come back —Maybe the market price will be halved, I don’t need anything.”
It is most appropriate to take money to settle the matter. In order not to be entangled, she can transfer part of the benefits.
Sherlock interposed: "I remember the portrait I asked for."
Torres laughed, and his facial features became a little tense: "Well, I will take an inventory today. Are you sure you don't take anything away—except for the portrait that Mr. Holmes wants?"
Adelia glanced at Sherlock, not wanting to understand what he wanted the portrait for, but she didn't mind making some concessions on this matter, it didn't matter whether it was left or right.She nodded resolutely.
Torres looked at Sherlock: "By the way, Mr. Holmes, there is a letter for you. Someone sent it on a special trip, but he has already left. I will put it in your room."
"I'm afraid it's Mycroft. I've never looked forward to hearing from him so much." Sherlock patted his roommate on the shoulder. "Go back to the room?"
Adelia suddenly remembered the dog, and hesitated for a moment: "I'll eat something below, it's a bit cold, and I want something warm."
Sherlock didn't pay much attention: "Indeed, you are like an ice sculpture."
Immediately he waved his hand and went upstairs by himself.
"Mr. Hudson, do you want some soup? There is some creamy mushroom soup in the back kitchen today." Probably realizing that Adelia didn't care about money or settlement, Torres, who breathed a sigh of relief, was enthusiastic road.
"No, just drink some hot water." Adlia had no appetite. "I want to see Jinny—I'm afraid I won't come back after I leave this time."
Torres quickly agreed and led Adelia to the back kennel.
The big dog, which was sleeping on its stomach, smelled a familiar smell, and excitedly jumped up and circled Adlia.A smile finally appeared on Adelia's face, but there was also some sadness.She didn't care if the clothes were dirty or not, she sat on the ground and gave Gouzi a big "horse kill chicken".
The big dog's voice was close to that of smoke, but it still whined like a puppy under her hands.
She exhaled the depression in her heart: "What a fool, my hands are so cold and I still have to get close."
The dog couldn't understand what she said, and his dark eyes only looked at her.
Adlia fed the dog food given by Torres little by little, and got up when her sitting legs felt a little numb.
Finally, she squeezed Genie's dog's head, forcefully let go of the vague melancholy in her heart, and closed the door of the kennel.
The big golden dog barked and wanted to jump up, but she turned her head and waved her hand: "Ginny, go back, go back."
The dog's lifespan is only a short ten years, and I really don't know when I will come back after leaving this time.
Ginny's forelegs fell to the ground, turned around a few times, and then climbed onto the railing again, wagging his tail and looking at her.
She laughed and scolded "stupid", but still didn't look back.
When he entered the gate of the hotel, he met Torres again, and he happened to see that she was a little bit reluctant for Genie.Obviously, Torres is still a person who is very good at observing words and expressions, otherwise he would not have managed the hotel well and gained some prestige in the village.
"Ginny was bred with other dogs a while ago and gave birth to a litter of puppies," Torres said, "Now it's kept in the back cabin, if you like it...?"
"No," she declined with a smile, "it's not convenient to have a pet in London."
She made up a reason casually, then bid farewell to Torres and returned to the room.
As soon as she opened the door, the smell of smoke entered her nostrils forcefully. She couldn't help coughing, and finally got the man's eyes.
"You really can't be idle for a moment." She sighed, hung her coat on the hanger by the door, walked around where Sherlock was to the bathroom, and washed her hands carefully.
Sherlock was smoking a cigarette, and he didn't seem to be fully focused on her, but after she came out after washing her hands, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and dusted off the ash: "Are you going to feed the dog?"
"Huh?" She didn't respond.
"It looks intimate enough, with hair on both thighs and calves, long-haired, large dog, golden, I guess it's Genie who guards the door downstairs." His brain obviously didn't switch from high-speed operation to rest mode, But his speech was slow, and he must have had definite consideration before speaking.
Adlia saw a letter in front of Sherlock, and originally wanted to sit on the sofa and chat for a few words, but after hearing what Sherlock said, she subconsciously looked at her pants, and they were indeed the kind that were easy to stick to hair. She sighed, she couldn't be angry with the innocent dog.
"I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."
Sherlock glanced at the large bath towel thoughtfully, then quickly closed his eyes, and only lightly stretched out his hand to signal: "Please go ahead."
Adlia took the towel and morning clothes, packed up her things and went into the bathroom. For some reason, she poked her head out: "You can't go into the bathroom without knocking, right?"
Sherlock didn't move, let the smell of tobacco completely envelope him, and gave her a squinting look: "I don't have this plan for now."
The author says:
来了来了感谢在2021-11-0520:49:07~2021-11-0720:31:12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 the grenade: 1 delicious chocolate bar;
Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Hahaha 1;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使:彩虹猫高举大旗73瓶;乌拉乌拉10瓶;晴空一鹤排云上、罗非鱼e5瓶;筱筱2瓶;corrine.z、回到过去1瓶;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?
She found her voice with some effort: "Huh?"
Sherlock looked natural: "I said, the portrait is lost, can I ask for another copy?"
Adelia just felt tired and didn't want to move: "I don't think it's necessary, except for a very clever forehead, there is no valuable information."
She fell back on the grass, avoiding eye contact.It was actually a bit cold, but she was obsessed with the feeling of gradually losing body temperature.
She could hear him coming to her side, but she closed her eyes and didn't speak.
"It's time for us to go home, Adrian."
She gave a weak "hmm", her hands still peacefully folded on her abdomen.
"Get up, I feel cold." He said.
"Then you should exercise." She replied.
Sherlock was a little angry, but he couldn't get angry helplessly. He reached out and grabbed his friend's hand to pull him up: "I beg you, Adrian, your hands are probably worse than Clowney's. cold."
That's not a very polite metaphor.
Suddenly being held by a hand that was as hot as a hot iron, Adelia subconsciously wanted to get rid of it, but perhaps she was still immersed in her own world and didn't realize it, so she was pulled up ignorantly, even Until he let go, the hot temperature still remained on the back of his right hand.
It made her uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the consideration of politeness, she really wanted to shake her hand subconsciously to shake off the strange feeling.
Maybe the subconscious movements of her body were more honest. On the way back, she silently put her hands in her pockets.
Along the way, neither of them spoke, one was admiring the beautiful scenery of the countryside, and the other was just in a daze.
Back at the hotel, the chubby boss Torres was already waiting at the door. When he saw the two of them, he hurriedly greeted them.
"I already know about Hunter. To be honest, there is one more thing." Torres squeezed out a smile. "In fact, this horse belongs to Hunter."
Adelia was a little surprised.
Sherlock whispered: "The horseshoe prints outside the manor can also explain it."
Torres didn't hear what Sherlock said, and looked at Adlia: "Actually, I know that many things may not be so standardized, I mean, for example, this horse actually belongs to Hunter, but he only Gambling | After winning a game, what others use to offset it will soon be unaffordable, and the same is true for taverns."
His word order was a bit out of order, but Adlia understood. She roughly guessed that the little boss had something to say, and she managed to get up and socialize: "It's expected."
"I bought the tavern at a low price, on the condition that I raise the horse for him, and the horse still belongs to him," Torres rubbed his hands, "It's just that he is in trouble now, so naturally this kind of deal cannot continue. Mrs. Dursen is the only remaining relation he has..."
He looked at Adelia tentatively.
It was a small matter in Adele's eyes, but she was cautious and habitually thought about Torres' intentions: did she really care about the horse, or was she trying to test her attitude?
"If you really care about these things, including whether I need to take away some things in the hotel," Adlia said slowly, "you can give some cash compensation at the market price, and I probably won't come back —Maybe the market price will be halved, I don’t need anything.”
It is most appropriate to take money to settle the matter. In order not to be entangled, she can transfer part of the benefits.
Sherlock interposed: "I remember the portrait I asked for."
Torres laughed, and his facial features became a little tense: "Well, I will take an inventory today. Are you sure you don't take anything away—except for the portrait that Mr. Holmes wants?"
Adelia glanced at Sherlock, not wanting to understand what he wanted the portrait for, but she didn't mind making some concessions on this matter, it didn't matter whether it was left or right.She nodded resolutely.
Torres looked at Sherlock: "By the way, Mr. Holmes, there is a letter for you. Someone sent it on a special trip, but he has already left. I will put it in your room."
"I'm afraid it's Mycroft. I've never looked forward to hearing from him so much." Sherlock patted his roommate on the shoulder. "Go back to the room?"
Adelia suddenly remembered the dog, and hesitated for a moment: "I'll eat something below, it's a bit cold, and I want something warm."
Sherlock didn't pay much attention: "Indeed, you are like an ice sculpture."
Immediately he waved his hand and went upstairs by himself.
"Mr. Hudson, do you want some soup? There is some creamy mushroom soup in the back kitchen today." Probably realizing that Adelia didn't care about money or settlement, Torres, who breathed a sigh of relief, was enthusiastic road.
"No, just drink some hot water." Adlia had no appetite. "I want to see Jinny—I'm afraid I won't come back after I leave this time."
Torres quickly agreed and led Adelia to the back kennel.
The big dog, which was sleeping on its stomach, smelled a familiar smell, and excitedly jumped up and circled Adlia.A smile finally appeared on Adelia's face, but there was also some sadness.She didn't care if the clothes were dirty or not, she sat on the ground and gave Gouzi a big "horse kill chicken".
The big dog's voice was close to that of smoke, but it still whined like a puppy under her hands.
She exhaled the depression in her heart: "What a fool, my hands are so cold and I still have to get close."
The dog couldn't understand what she said, and his dark eyes only looked at her.
Adlia fed the dog food given by Torres little by little, and got up when her sitting legs felt a little numb.
Finally, she squeezed Genie's dog's head, forcefully let go of the vague melancholy in her heart, and closed the door of the kennel.
The big golden dog barked and wanted to jump up, but she turned her head and waved her hand: "Ginny, go back, go back."
The dog's lifespan is only a short ten years, and I really don't know when I will come back after leaving this time.
Ginny's forelegs fell to the ground, turned around a few times, and then climbed onto the railing again, wagging his tail and looking at her.
She laughed and scolded "stupid", but still didn't look back.
When he entered the gate of the hotel, he met Torres again, and he happened to see that she was a little bit reluctant for Genie.Obviously, Torres is still a person who is very good at observing words and expressions, otherwise he would not have managed the hotel well and gained some prestige in the village.
"Ginny was bred with other dogs a while ago and gave birth to a litter of puppies," Torres said, "Now it's kept in the back cabin, if you like it...?"
"No," she declined with a smile, "it's not convenient to have a pet in London."
She made up a reason casually, then bid farewell to Torres and returned to the room.
As soon as she opened the door, the smell of smoke entered her nostrils forcefully. She couldn't help coughing, and finally got the man's eyes.
"You really can't be idle for a moment." She sighed, hung her coat on the hanger by the door, walked around where Sherlock was to the bathroom, and washed her hands carefully.
Sherlock was smoking a cigarette, and he didn't seem to be fully focused on her, but after she came out after washing her hands, he took the cigarette out of his mouth and dusted off the ash: "Are you going to feed the dog?"
"Huh?" She didn't respond.
"It looks intimate enough, with hair on both thighs and calves, long-haired, large dog, golden, I guess it's Genie who guards the door downstairs." His brain obviously didn't switch from high-speed operation to rest mode, But his speech was slow, and he must have had definite consideration before speaking.
Adlia saw a letter in front of Sherlock, and originally wanted to sit on the sofa and chat for a few words, but after hearing what Sherlock said, she subconsciously looked at her pants, and they were indeed the kind that were easy to stick to hair. She sighed, she couldn't be angry with the innocent dog.
"I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."
Sherlock glanced at the large bath towel thoughtfully, then quickly closed his eyes, and only lightly stretched out his hand to signal: "Please go ahead."
Adlia took the towel and morning clothes, packed up her things and went into the bathroom. For some reason, she poked her head out: "You can't go into the bathroom without knocking, right?"
Sherlock didn't move, let the smell of tobacco completely envelope him, and gave her a squinting look: "I don't have this plan for now."
The author says:
来了来了感谢在2021-11-0520:49:07~2021-11-0720:31:12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 the grenade: 1 delicious chocolate bar;
Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Hahaha 1;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使:彩虹猫高举大旗73瓶;乌拉乌拉10瓶;晴空一鹤排云上、罗非鱼e5瓶;筱筱2瓶;corrine.z、回到过去1瓶;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?
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