My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Diogenes Club.

"I didn't expect you to be so anxious," Mycroft didn't put down the document in his hand, "In fact, I don't have much free time at this stage, you know that?"

His demeanor was calm, and he didn't seem to be disturbed by this unexpected guest at all.

Or maybe Sherlock's visit had been expected.

"Indeed, but you actually took the time to go to Baker Street." Sherlock was relaxed in front of his brother, and didn't need to be entertained by Mycroft. He found a seat and sat down. "Your place is simpler than I imagined." Some."

"I want to ask you about the situation, but you're not here," he casually answered two topics one by one, "I can change to a bigger room in a short time, provided you leave now to create working conditions for me."

"So what did you and Adrian talk about?" Sherlock would not believe that McCoff was looking for himself. This kind of nonsense, these words deceived him at most when he was eight years old.

"Why don't you ask your roommate?" Old God Mycroft signed his name on the document on the ground, and put the document in the small basket on the desktop.

This can be regarded as one of the differences between the two brothers. Mycroft has always paid attention to the storage of documents, but Sherlock is relatively freer.

Asking what happened from Adrian's mouth, it is better to count on McCoff.

Even after only a few months with the roommate, Sherlock quickly compared the best ways to get an answer.

But he would definitely not tell Mycroft that, but he used a more subtle way: "I just saw you go to Baker Street under my name, I have to know what happened from the culprit. "

"The culprit? Sherlock, your words really hurt your poor brother," Mycroft unhurriedly took out the next letter and opened it, "Can't I care about the one who was almost regarded as a criminal?" Brother?"

"My brother Mycroft, I think we can use less hypocritical social talk," Sherlock said impatiently, "Brad is the detective you met recently, I am too lazy to discuss your intentions, since He was sent to Hampshire by you, it is impossible for you not to know that I am not coming back, if you are not sure whether going out will achieve your purpose, you will never easily move from your chair-so, not only do you know that I am not there , you also know that Adrian is here."

"I'm so glad you have such a close friend, you can call her by name—Adelia—Ann," he drew his tone, "but since I avoided you, I mean I don't want to tell you."

He changed the topic: "I thought you would ask me about the Birmingham Casino first."

Sherlock looked a bit sleepy: "If you don't even want to reveal the conversation with my friend, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to pry out some of the secrets about your grand plan from you."

"You want a career as a detective? My brother," he asked, "I hear you've taken a job in the dissecting room, and I think that's a way to prepare your career."

"I don't resist becoming a detective, but official detectives always fall into the cliché." Sherlock had no choice but to follow the topic of his brother, "As for a private detective, I don't want to bother with those tedious and useless things like looking for cats and dogs." Meaning worked."

"So, your title of 'Consulting Detective' is not bad. If you really succeed, in the future, Scotland Yard or private commissions will come to you only if it is difficult enough. This is also in line with your temperament of taking risks everywhere since you were a child," McCaw said. The husband said, "I will never forget that your little hobby made my father so angry that he was about to ascend to heaven."

"That's because his mental capacity is a little weaker." Speaking of this, Sherlock felt a little unreasonable, "But this job is not what I thought, part of it is Adrian's credit."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, paying attention to his younger brother's expression from the corner of his eye: "Well, I'm quite surprised, whether it's picking a name or finding a job - he doesn't seem to be a character who will make himself associated with outsiders again."

"You think so too?" Sherlock was taken aback.

That's why he asked Adrian to name the puppy.

"Obviously," Mycroft finally put down the file and looked directly at his brother, "but I have to thank you for one thing. If it wasn't based on trust in you, she wouldn't have told me about Moran."

"Her? Moran?"

McCoff brushed off his deliberate slip of the tongue: "Ah, actually, despite his social avoidance, I have to say that Mr. Hudson has a good eye, and he convinced me that Moran was indeed at Branston that night. The manor obtained the ledger, and most interestingly, he actually had a letter from Clowney to Moran."

Sherlock opened his eyes wide.

"He found him from Hunter's carriage," Mycroft put the quill back into the pen holder, "I can't tell you more about the specifics at the moment, but I want to say that he is indeed a good friend, calm and alert And decisive."

"Of course I know—about Colonel Moran...?"

"Give your brother some freedom for a while, Sherlock," Mycroft sighed. "I also want to know whose hands this vicious dog's rope will be held in."

Full of misgivings, Sherlock returned to Baker Street.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, the window of 221B was closed, but the light was on, and the roommate could be seen standing by the window from downstairs.

Normally, he should be in the room at this point, what is he doing now?

"Mr. Holmes, do you still need dinner?" Mrs. Hudson who opened the door for him took off his coat and hung it up.

"No need," he walked upstairs in three steps, but turned back again, "Did Adrian see that dog?"

Mrs. Hudson nodded. "It's by the fireplace."

Sherlock wanted to ask something, but he had already heard Adlia's footsteps, so he only greeted him slightly.

The door was pulled open from the inside, and Adlia stood in the doorway, Sherlock two steps below her, so that she looked down at him.

This perspective is somewhat novel for both parties.

Adlia originally wanted to ask a lot of questions, and even wanted to tell him not to do unnecessary things, but Mrs. Hudson was downstairs, and she didn't want her negative emotions to affect her, so she was just hard He said, "I'm back."

Sherlock frowned: "I didn't expect you to come to greet me."

Baker Street would have fallen without Mrs. Hudson, he thought to himself.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning, but Adelia obviously didn't add more firewood, the house wasn't too warm, and the fire was dying.Sherlock thought that his roommate was still by the window just now, and had changed into thin morning clothes. After thinking for a while, he took the tongs and went to poke the firewood in the fireplace. It was only at this moment that he realized that the puppy was placed next to the fireplace. The collar I bought was also put on, and I am sleeping peacefully at the moment.

Adelia originally had something to ask, but after being interrupted just now, she felt that the timing was not right. She sat back on the sofa and picked up today's newspaper.

Perhaps Mycroft Holmes's well-informed information is really not too unusual. It took only a few days to solve the case of the death of the owner of Branston Manor, and the Times published it.

"Your brother came to see you." She held the newspaper, seemingly focused, "I said you were not here, so let him go."

"Mycroft is not so easy to dismiss." Sherlock, who was humorous by her opening remarks, laughed.

"Indeed," Adlia said nonchalantly, "You bring the dog back and remember to keep it yourself."

"I think this is also the offspring of your favorite Genie, you are willing to raise - of course, I can take part of the responsibility," Sherlock put down the tongs after adding a piece of firewood, and sat back on his single sofa, "You give it Did you name it?"

"Feeding, training, companionship, it's not that simple to have a dog," she felt a little headache, "I don't think you have that time."

Sherlock pretended to be puzzled: "Isn't there still you here?"

Adelia, who was answered by him as a matter of course, was speechless for a while, and said after a long time: "I'm not at home at noon."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, perhaps he had won the initial victory, at least Adrian meant that he could help take care of it at night.

Adelia did change her mind suddenly, thinking that if she could train it well, her aunt could pass the time with a dog.It's just about dog training... She searched her social circle, people who can have a relationship with cats and dogs...?

"Since you want to keep it, let's keep it," she reluctantly agreed, "but you have to take responsibility for the training, Holmes."

Sherlock, who had already guessed that the other party would throw the blame on himself, suddenly felt a sense of being taken advantage of by the wrongdoer. The funniest thing was that he had really figured out where to take care of him—when he was looking for cats and dogs. While "working", did notice nice pet trainers.

"You're throwing your hands away too much, Adrian." Even so, he couldn't help complaining.

Adelia shrugged slightly: "You brought it back."

Sherlock bent over her, profiled, trying to see a hint of humility in her eyes, but his roommate remained unmoved.

Only then did he give up, stand up again, push himself over the sofa with one hand, and walk to the side of the puppy in a few steps.

Maybe, the whole thing was his own idea.

"Okay, then you should at least come up with a name. I've always been a little numb to pet names."

Adelia moved the newspaper down, revealing a pair of eyes, looking at a person and a dog nonchalantly, feeling that she may be the head of the family, and her son is begging her to keep a pet, for the sake of Obtaining her permission also gave up the naming rights, she sighed insignificantly, and said, "Then call it Shilling."

Sherlock understood her brain circuit at that moment: "Ah, Guinea (Guinea)'s child is called Shilling, Adrian, you are really lazy."

Adelia didn't say anything, but what she thought was that there is no society animal that doesn't like money, and she even wanted to call him Money or Cash.

Sherlock turned his back to Adlia, and the corners of his mouth rose briefly—it was indeed his own initiative, but he was bet right.

After a while, Sherlock seemed to suddenly remember something: "By the way, I forgot to bring a razor, so I used yours."

Adelia almost didn't react, but her expression didn't change: "I personally suggest that you try to avoid this kind of behavior next time. After all, if you accidentally cut your skin, it's easy to get infectious diseases."

"Naturally I trust your health, doctor," said Sherlock mockingly.

"I'm not a doctor," Adelia flipped a page of the newspaper impatiently, "what if I'm a person who goes out to fool around and has a hidden disease."

"But that razor looks quite new." Sherlock noticed his roommate's expression from the corner of his eye.

Adlia didn't look at Sherlock, but thought about it—is it new, or is it old, and what information can her roommate read?

The author says:

Adria - Adrian, Adria - Ann,

Mike did it on purpose!

The first half feels like a husband and wife quarreling and watching the parents stop arguing all of a sudden and then get angry-I don’t know if I wrote it, but I’m hehehe anyway.

What is the second half? You are pregnant, give birth, let’s give birth, you feel like a scumbag raised by yourself.

adr, heartbreaker!

When I was writing, I kept thinking when ADR would call him Sherlock... Hiss

Finally Lin Xsheng, I saw your comment, but I can pretend not to see it (.

Neng Daily Update is already good 555, this article is too difficult, the saved manuscripts cannot keep up with the speed of consumption, and the case is also difficult to come up with.Recently, there has been a bloodbath in the derivative area, and I am also afraid of being called ooc T^T. I wrote and changed the outline, and some have to start again, so sisters and sisters, please be patient (kiss one by one

If it doesn’t work, just get fat (forced to smile, but remember to come back and have a look...

I would like to add that I watched 84 Fu's "Second Blood Stain" yesterday. The old Fu in this episode is so cute. He jumped up after solving the case. He is so cute and I love it so much.My friend diss I'm Lao Fu's Du Wei girlfriend fan, I don't know how to refute (wiping tears). ?