My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

After taking a combat bath and changing out of her clothes, Adelia finally felt refreshed and warmed up a lot. She changed into her morning clothes—although that might expose her figure, But it's time to go to bed soon, and it's even more abnormal to wear formal clothes.

When she came out, Sherlock was still in place, and there was still an open letter on the coffee table in front of him.She had a brief moment of curiosity, but she was worried and overcame her curiosity in the end—she was worried that some traces would be exposed after taking a bath without noticing, so she decided to go to the other side of the bed after half a second of thinking, so as not to dangle in front of this sensitive detective dangle away.

"I thought you knew it wasn't dinner time yet." The roommate who looked dazed really paid attention to her movements.

"Yes." Adlia picked up the "The Count of Monte Cristo".

"I thought you would ask me about the letter." Sherlock sighed, and with this breath, there were erratic smoke rings.

"If you want to talk, you will tell me." She said.

"I always think you're a smart slacker, Adrian, and it reminds me of my brother sometimes," he took another drag on his cigarette, paused, and made sure he had the attention of the man on the bed before continuing. Go on, "But you are completely different from him, and sometimes I try to analyze your character."

"Nothing to analyze, just boring people." She avoided the topic of his brother, adjusted the pillow, and opened the book halfway.

"Have you already guessed, or are you too lazy to ask?" He changed his position so that he could observe his roommate by himself.

"Guessing, not necessarily right," Adelia sighed, but still seriously chatted with him for a while, "For example, I feel that Mycroft Holmes may be your brother, and he is probably an official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. |Commissioner, perhaps with some authority."

"You're right."

She thought about it, and then mentioned the letter on the table: "Maybe I guess, that letter involves some things about the Birmingham Casino | I think your brother has some internal information."

"Yeah, Branston is actually the dark farm there." He threw a hook.

But Adlia didn't mean to take the bait at all: "Yes."

After taking a hot bath, the redness on her face slowly faded, and she returned to her usual pale and calm appearance.Sherlock seemed to be in a daze, but he seemed to have carefully recorded her appearance.

Sherlock could sense the ups and downs of her mind during this incident, and sense that she, too, had taken some interest in the process of thinking with him.

But did something happen just now, Adrian seemed to have returned to a pool of stagnant water.

It made him a little... a little uncomfortable.

But he still decided to tell her everything: "My elder brother is a small official in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but he always has some special talents. I can say that his talents are above mine."

This aroused Adlia's interest a little bit. In her opinion, Sherlock was by no means an overly modest person, and it would be difficult for him to admit that his brain was inferior to others.

"It's strange."

Sherlock immediately realized what she was saying, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm starting to wonder what image I have in your heart, Adrian."

Adelia was really attracted by his words, and finally chose a statement carefully: "I think you should be confident in your detective skills. I think even if you are a little proud, I think it is worth it." pride."

When he was praised for his detective skills, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.But he used the action of smoking to cover up his emotions. After the nicotine made him adjust his emotions a little, he said: "The casino always gathers a lot of people of all religions, and it is also a place for profit. Branston is One of the rings."

"The Branston family really had nothing to do with these things. It was just that Mars Branston got involved because of his interest, but later he regretted it. He didn't want the child to wade into this muddy water, so he wanted to leave ,” he was silent for a moment, “in order to save himself, he stole an important ledger.”

Adelia immediately remembered what she saw that day, what Clowney handed to the stranger.

"We don't know the specific development of the matter, but Hunter discovered Branston's secret and tried to blackmail and blackmail him. The smart Branston asked Hunter to his room, and he just had to sit on the window sill and wait." , once Hunter arrives, use a dagger to kill this 'thief' who illegally broke into the house."

Sherlock's words even made Adlia suspect that this was what he saw with his own eyes at the time—everything was so clear and logical.She pursed her lips: "It's a pity that the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind."

"Yes, Clowney poisoned him first, took the account book, and gave it to her lover." Sherlock's cigarette had already burned out, and he calmly threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, put his legs on the sofa, He made his usual thinking posture, "It's a pity that the poisonous snake's letter is hidden under the sweet words. After getting the ledger, she loses value to that person."

"You already know who he is?"

"My brother happens to have some information on this person, maybe when I get back to London, I'll have to ask him for a photo," his tone became lighter and lighter, and he even tended to talk to himself, "My friend, I I am sure from my brother's description that he must be an intelligent man, but also absolutely dangerous... I have no doubts about the truth of McCoff's words."

"Mycroft couldn't have lied to me, but he must have covered up the truth."

Boom, boom, boom.

As if waking up from a dream, Sherlock jumped off the sofa, lit the candle, and burned the letter, leaving a mess of paper ashes.

Boom, boom, boom.

The small knock on the door was repeated again.

He walked quickly to the door and turned the lock.

"Adrian, I don't think you will refuse Little Branston's kindness-I bet he will not hesitate to show his father's treasures."

He opened the door, took the bottle, and politely thanked Vera, who was once again a delivery person, before closing the door.

"I don't have the habit of drinking alcohol," his voice was still slightly excited, "but in fact, a little alcohol can sometimes keep the brain feeling happy, you know what I mean?"

The pages of Adelia's book had not been moved for a long time, and now she pretended to bend her knees and began to read.

"You don't want me to pass the wine to your bedside, do you?" Sherlock looked helplessly at his restless roommate.

"I don't have the habit of drinking." Adlia turned a page, as if you don't want to disturb my reading.

"Nonsense, I saw the wine bottle you hid in the attic."

"For hospitality."

"Ah...the place of production is Burgundy," Sherlock pretended not to hear, "It's a coincidence that the cups provided by the hotel are also Burgundy cups."

He opened the bottle and took it to the bed and shook it around before going back and pouring it into the decanter.

Adelia doesn't have a special preference for wine, but she knows what to buy. She can tell that this bottle of wine is by no means cheap, and the aroma of the wine is somewhat seductive.

A few sips, shouldn't be a big problem, right?

"I want to make sure that we can go back to London tomorrow?" She hesitated.

"of course."

She sighed, and finally compromised: "Why don't you ask Torres to bring some dinner, I don't have the habit of drinking on an empty stomach."

The author says:

Let's drink together!

I forgot to set the release time orz, only to find out after eating...?