My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

After Sherlock was exposed, he didn't feel guilty at all: "You know, I can't stop my thinking."

"Then I suggest you change your partner." Adlia sighed. "Perhaps you should pay attention to your sense of distance, Holmes."

She called his name solemnly.

She didn't say why, but Sherlock understood exactly what she was talking about—he was rarely guilty of subtlety about this, especially since he was fully aware of his roommate's strong sense of boundaries.

It can be said that he eagerly took the tray from Adelia, imitated the gesture of a waiter to guide Adelia to sit down, placed the tray in front of her, and shook the napkin to Adelia: "My sincere apologies to you."

Adelia was a little depressed, but after a night, she couldn't get angry anymore, put the napkin on her lap, and started another topic: "I have received a telegram from Lestrade that the Scotland Yard carriage will Come this morning, your return journey will be postponed for another day."

"I don't mind, what is my return trip?" He understood that his friend had turned the page, heaved a sigh of relief, resumed his usual behavior, and sat down in his seat before noticing that the teacup on the tray contained A strangely colored liquid, "What is this strange liquid?"

"Sober up, Mr. Holmes," she said with a blank expression. "I don't think you are sober in view of the bad behavior of someone who asked for a drink, passed out after a few sips, and occupied my bed."

Sherlock, who didn't get close and smelled a strange smell, frowned: "Thank you, but I don't think I need it."

"I think you need it," Adelia said calmly, and it was her little revenge. "I'm planning to return to Baker Street early. It should be fine to leave it here for you to deal with."

This sentence came without warning, and Sherlock was stunned: "I don't see any sign of any serious matter."

"That's true, but I don't like dealing with people from Scotland Yard." Adelia glanced at her pocket watch, showing some impatience, "One of us must stay and explain to Agent Lestrade Your words couldn't be more appropriate."

"I thought you recommended Agent Lestrade to me, at least it meant that you didn't dislike him."

"Indeed, I don't hate him, I just hate Scotland Yard," she said while pulling her luggage out of the closet, "In fact, I have had some unpleasant experiences with some people in Scotland Yard, and I don't I don't shy away from mentioning this, but let's save those stories for back to Baker Street."

"By the way, Holmes," she recalled before leaving the house, "I have taken the wine away. My friendly advice, you don't drink very well."

Just dump him like that?Sherlock didn't even have time to say anything more when the door closed before his eyes.There was an indescribable sense of loss in his heart, and he walked to the window, and after a few minutes, he saw the track of the carriage leaving.

He looked around the room and found that his friend was always like this - always organized his things well, didn't need to tidy up much, anytime - could leave clean at any time.

This is not the habit of people who simply like to clean up or generalize, but the habit of people who are ready to leave at any time.

The whole room was empty, and there were no traces left, as if he was the only one here at the beginning.He picked up the telegram, which said [The case is transferred to Detective Brad, I will come with him, please cooperate and explain the situation. ]

Was it Scotland Yard that his roommate was disgusted with, or was it this Inspector Brad?He stood there for a while, and then decided to tidy himself up. In the bathroom, he suddenly found a razor by the sink.

——For people like Adrian who pay attention to hygiene, it is normal to carry a razor with him.

Did you forget to take it away?He picked up the razor and looked at it in his hand.

There is no trace of use at all... He was thoughtful, as if he had caught some clues, but he seemed to have caught nothing.After thinking for a moment, he put the razor into his pocket.

From the open country to the crowded city, Adelia inevitably has some shortness of breath.She sighed and laughed at herself for being hypocritical. The countryside is lonely and the city is crowded.

She got out of the carriage and adjusted her appearance a little to look less haggard, so as not to worry Mrs. Hudson.

Before entering the house, she habitually looked up at the window. Strangely, the light seemed to be on.

She felt a little uneasy, and looked at the time. It was seven o'clock in the evening. Mrs. Hudson was usually not upstairs at this time. Who was there?

She pushed open the door of 221B, and was meeting Mrs. Hudson who came out with a tray.

"Auntie, are there any guests upstairs?"

Mrs. Hudson was visibly startled, and she glanced suspiciously and then upstairs.

"Here comes a guest named Mycroft Holmes," she whispered. "He said he was the elder brother of Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and he took out Holmes' letter. I said that Mr. Holmes was not here, and he said today Will be back-"

"I'm afraid Holmes won't come back today." Adlia frowned, not knowing why he came. "I'll go up and have a look."

The name of Mycroft matched what Sherlock said, she had a little idea in her heart, took the tray, comforted the restless old lady, put the luggage downstairs, and went upstairs by herself.

Opening the door, the uninvited guest was leaning comfortably on Sherlock's usual single sofa, with his back to her.

Adelia raised her eyebrows. The guest's hair was already a little gray. Sherlock's uncle Adelia would not doubt it.

She lightly placed the tray by his hand, and after a little inspection, she found that the gentleman seemed to have half-closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep.Since the other party didn't intend to say hello, she wouldn't entertain him graciously.

After she sat down, the gentleman opened his eyes as if awakened.

"I'm sorry for my abrupt visit, Mr. Hudson, I almost fell asleep by accident," he smiled, a politician's template smile, "Actually, I'm not used to it Get out of my way—perhaps Mrs. Hudson has said that I am the brother of Sherlock Holmes, and you may call me Holmes as well."

Adlia leaned forward slightly, and responded politely: "Dear Mr. Holmes, it is naturally unobtrusive for an elder brother to visit his younger brother. Unfortunately, Mr. Sherlock Holmes may not be in Baker Street today."

"I know he's not there," said Mycroft, clasping his hands in a gesture very similar to his brother's but different, "in fact, there's something I'd like to ask you about, Mr. Hudson—or Say, Lady Adlia Hudson."

Adlia tensed up instantly: "I don't understand what you are talking about, sir."

"No, no, no, don't panic, ma'am," he said calmly, "in fact, your little secret has been well guarded. I can assure you that there are no more than five people in the whole of England who know about it, or if you have If other friends know, there may be a few more——I just saw it by accident because of work."

Adelia's eyes were still wary.

"Don't be vigilant - I'm just here for a trivial matter," he gestured with his hand, his tone full of connivance from a superior, "I'm sure you've heard of Colonel Moran's reputation?"

"Never, sir."

"But I think, you saw him this time," Mycroft was still expecting everything, "the lover of the maid Clowney."

Adelia couldn't tell where his message came from, but felt cold hands and feet.

"Perhaps you could ask Sherlock about me, but I never liked to bother explaining."

Instead of pressing her, McCoff took out a photo from his pocket, which was left by Colonel Moran when he served in India.After he took it out and looked at it carefully for a while, he handed it to Adelia with one hand.

Adlia hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway.

The man in the photo was almost exactly the same as the one she saw that night, only more fierce.

"I don't understand you, sir." She handed the photo back.

"I just want to know, are you sure you've seen this man, haven't you?"

Adlia didn’t lie, and nodded.

"Ah..." He smiled, then snorted twice.This appearance has some similarities with his younger brother, "Is it convenient for me to know the exact details?"

Adelia was silent for a moment: "I want to know what you intend to do?"

"Please believe me, ma'am, or respect your status at the moment, I can call you sir," he smiled slightly, "everything I have done is by no means meaningless, Moran is just a little bird now pawn, but I can see him approaching the center of the crime vortex, and this ledger is an opportunity."

Where did he know so much?Adelia looked back on the past few days, except for the telegram from her hand, she didn't feel that Sherlock had any connection with him.

"Please don't pay too much attention to it. I've been following Moran for a while, but my subordinates are too stupid and lost his track. I'm just making up for it this time," he sighed helplessly, "I don't intend to blackmail you, sir, but If I really want to do something, it's very easy. I just want to see you and ask if I don't want to disturb my brother - I will naturally respect your wishes and not tell my brother about your past. "

Adelia wanted to ask him, what was her past?But she knew that if the topic was entangled in herself, many unnecessary things would be brought up. She carefully looked at Mycroft, trying to see traces of bluff on his face, but unfortunately, she failed.

She asked in another way: "So, it was also your arrangement that Detective Brad and Detective Lestrade go to Hampshire together?"

"Obviously." He nodded, his eyes clear.

Adlia stared at this "little official|official", but she still couldn't find any flaws in his face.

"If you know everything, then I have nothing to hide," she finally conceded, "but I'm afraid I can't provide more information."

"Grateful."

Just like every time before, Mycroft never goes out easily, but when he goes out, he never returns empty-handed.

The author says:

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There is a private establishment in this place. Theoretically, the razor seems to be a little late (I checked it on Baidu), but at this time, it is already there orz

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