My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

After sending away Mycroft Holmes, Adlia felt physically and mentally exhausted, and she slumped on the sofa feeling helpless—is it true that people surnamed Holmes are so difficult to deal with?

She lay there in a daze for a while, and felt that the elder brother is an official and the younger brother is a detective. This configuration became more and more familiar, but she stayed up all night last night, and it was useless to catch up on sleep in the car today. Talking, Adelia only felt that the last effort was exhausted.She sighed, climbed up with difficulty and went to the bathroom to wash before falling onto her own bed.

Even though she was so tired, she still woke up early, and it was just after six o'clock when she opened her eyes.She looked around subconsciously, only to remember that she had already returned to her room, and she didn't have to worry about Sherlock Holmes suddenly appearing.

She couldn't express her emotions, but felt that this person seemed to have a bit of an influence on her.Moreover, it seemed that she was a little used to him appearing in every corner of her life.

Even, he didn't appear at an unexpected moment, but she was not used to it.

When he touched his chin while looking in the mirror, he felt that it was a wise decision for him to sneak back early. In a few more days, Sherlock might be able to find out that she didn't grow a beard.

After a long absence, she exercised again after work, and she didn't stop until she was sweating profusely and her muscles were sore.She felt like she was venting, and felt like she had nothing to vent.Lying on the ground, I was stunned for a while.But reason told her that being sick in this age is not a good experience, so she got up after all.

She always does this kind of thing. She obviously wants to leave regardless of what she wants, but she hesitates, procrastinates, and does some contradictory actions.

It's like although she said that she wanted to observe Holmes and keep a distance, and she became the object of observation, but she was actually...not as angry as she imagined, and she didn't seem to resent his approaching.

It was difficult for her to fathom her own state of mind, so she had no choice but to simply not think about it—left and right, it was all a matter of letting nature take its course.

She ignored the faint voice in her heart that said "It's good to be like this all the time".

She couldn't help thinking of Sherlock's brother again as she went back to Baker Street to rest.

It has to be said that she has never come into contact with such a person in her last life or this life.And in this era, how can information be transmitted so quickly and accurately?Or is it really possible to piece together fragments and broken details to create a whole picture entirely by relying on one's own brain?

She frowned, vaguely remembering that Sherlock mentioned that his father was just an ordinary squire, how could he have two such sons?

In her eyes, the eyes of the two brothers are quite similar, but Mycroft gave her a deeper feeling, perhaps because the identity of "politician" was preconceived, and he directly exposed her identity, she couldn't help it Raise a lot of vigilance.But Sherlock is different... It is also a insightful gaze, but he is always energetic and even full of passion...

She suddenly thought of a word: firm.

I'm really envious, it seems that I never feel confused.

She twitched her fingers uncomfortably before she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Maybe it's because of the fleeting body temperature when hugging, or the burning palm.

The thoughts in her mind were in a mess, and Adlia forced herself to shift her attention away from her roommate and his related matters, and focus on the laboratory instead. After struggling repeatedly, she finally fell asleep, but after falling asleep, she fell asleep again. nightmare.

This dream is no longer about the previous life, but this life. When she was inexplicably involved in a rape case while she was studying, she faced the rather complacent Agent Brad (who was still Not the detective) was charged and even imprisoned, her sentence proves.

She still remembers that at that time, she was locked in a small cubicle with no light, and almost every once in a while someone came to ask her if she would confess to the crime.

In the exhaustion, she finally identified the leader among them, and the only reason she had left told herself that he was a wise man, and that he had neither violence nor forced searches.It's just a dead end on the road to promotion.When the promising agent Brad interrogated her, she finally let go: "I was imprisoned here, and I couldn't tell my relatives and friends about myself, and I couldn't run around to prove my innocence."

"Because you are guilty, sir." He said firmly.

"Maybe that's the case. The evidence at the scene is indeed against me. I seem to have done some offensive actions, but," she sighed, and finally confessed, "But, I am a woman."

She woke up with a start.

There was nothing disgraceful about being a woman, but Mrs. Hudson was a widow at the time, and with an orphan, life would have had some malicious troubles.Once she got used to living as a man, it became difficult to admit that she was a woman.When she was forced to confess in front of Agent Brad, she even felt as uncomfortable as taking off her clothes.

Perhaps it was Mycroft's sudden visit that brought back her memories. If she had the right idea, she entrusted Smith to help find the real culprit, and Brad was promoted after the evidence was conclusive.Sherlock's brother has such a smart mind and deep heart, if he is really a more important official, then it is not surprising that he came into contact with this matter.

Thinking about it now, she actually doesn’t hate Brad that much, and sometimes even appreciates him for respecting her and even keeping the secret that she is a woman. It’s just—it’s better to avoid it, otherwise she won’t be able to predict her own identity in the end. How long can it last.

Besides, that period of wits and courage with Scotland Yard is not a good memory.

Ah, it thundered.

She was silent for a while, listening to the thunder outside the window.

I don't know if Sherlock can come back smoothly today?Or will he continue in that village?

In fact, after Adelia left, the scenery of the village also lost its appeal to Sherlock. Farewell to Ton's new owner.

Mr. Branston Jr. probably knew his father's secret, and tore up a check to Sherlock, saying that he was both apologetic and grateful.Sherlock only accepted it as a windfall.

Mrs. Branston still looked melancholy. She looked behind him expectantly. Sherlock knew that she was looking forward to the arrival of her friend.

But what did Adrian do, a handkerchief seemed to gain the lady's trust?Sherlock couldn't figure it out, and he could only attribute it to Adrian's calm temperament. After all, he almost intuitively believed that he was reliable enough when he first met.

Before leaving, he went back to the hotel to pack his luggage.

Just as he opened the door and was about to leave, he saw Torres carrying the dog cage.

"Uh...sorry for the interruption, I was about to knock on the door," Torres smiled a little embarrassedly, "I think Mr. Hudson likes Genie very much, but...we have raised it for a long time... "

"I understand what you mean, what are you?"

"The other day I asked Mr. Hudson if he would like to adopt a puppy. He refused at the time, but I always feel that he is still willing?" Torres' tone was a little uncertain, and he felt that he had done too much. things.But seeing Ginnie and Adrian getting so close, he felt a little uncomfortable.He can't take care of so many puppies left and right, so it's not bad to give a puppy as a favor.

Sherlock was silent for a moment, looking at the well-behaved, quiet, small and round golden dog.I don't know what came to mind, but he who was planning to refuse suddenly changed his mind.

"Maybe, I still need some dog food, otherwise I won't be able to get him back to London smoothly."

When Sherlock returned to Baker Street, he hadn't figured out how to tell his roommate about the puppy. Adlia happened to be at work, so he could avoid this issue for the time being and convince his landlord first.

As he expected, Mrs. Hudson was very happy to accept this new member.

"I thought of Ginnie," said the landlady happily. "At that time Adrian was holding such a small Ginnie and asked me if we could keep him. He stayed in Hampshire, and when he saw he was doing well at the inn, he stopped talking about bringing Genie back."

"Well, indeed, it's not easy to raise a medium-sized dog in an urban area if you've just settled in London." Sherlock rubbed the puppy's messy fur, "but now we have time to wait for him to grow up, you say Is it right--"

After thinking about it, he decided to give his roommate the right to name.

"Mrs. Hudson, hasn't Adrian come back today?" He asked casually.

"It seems that he owes some work after returning from a business trip, and he has been working overtime these two days." Mrs. Hudson suddenly remembered the incident of McCoff's visit. Ann seems to have talked about something and left."

She didn't say that she felt that Adelia felt out of shape after the chat.

Sherlock was a little surprised. He was well aware of Mycroft's habits, but there was nothing special. Mycroft would never deviate from the track he set.

Sherlock was stunned for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. He seemed to wake up suddenly after seeing Mrs. Hudson's dog teasing: "Maybe I have to go find my brother."

"Ok?"

Mrs. Hudson watched the door close in front of her in bewilderment, and the puppy was frightened and let out a small "bark".

But within a few seconds, the door opened again: "If I really go this way, Mycroft will definitely be ridiculed."

He took off the coat on his body and hung it on the hook, took a gray coat that Mrs. Hudson had just washed, adjusted the collar a little, and gently hugged my dear through the dog cage in a perfunctory and serious way Mrs. Hudson: "Thank you."

Without waiting for her reply, she walked out again with light steps and swinging her cane.

Mrs. Hudson was a little funny, and didn't bother to talk to him, so she hugged the puppy and coaxed him.

For some reason, she showed a happy smile that was almost sweet.

"Mr. Holmes can be a bit rash at times, aren't you sure," she murmured to the puppy, "but it's not annoying, you see how lively Adlia is with him. "

The author says:

Mrs. Hudson: craving CP first-line audience (x)

After more than 30 chapters, Brother Fu can meet again (Sahua)

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