My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adelia has faced similar embarrassments many times, but this time, perhaps because the other party is a detective, she was a little flustered.But she quickly calmed down, reached out and stroked her chin with a natural expression: "My beard grows very slowly, maybe I haven't used it a few times."

Maybe I have to look back at my roommate's shaving habits, and I feel that his chin is also quite clean.

It's not a safe move to leave the topic here, and she quickly found another thing to divert his attention: "Did you read today's "The Times?"

"Huh?" Sherlock's attention seemed to be easily diverted, and he leaned over to read the newspaper.

Adlia gave him half of it: "The owner of the manor died in a strange way, suicide or murder? There are more than one murderer—"

She read the title and suddenly felt a little funny, it really felt like a story.

"Look here, the newspaper reads: the assistance of Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the witty consulting detective."

She pointed to the end of the newspaper.

"Well, it's not in vain that I returned to London a day late to answer their stupid questions," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "though I don't need fame, the work itself is my reward."

"It's a pity that if you don't have a reputation, you won't have a job. At least they will praise you for your wit, sir," Adelia handed him the newspaper, and got up by herself. "Remember to send the dog to training, I want rest."

Sherlock ignored her, but moved his seat to be more comfortable. When Adlia was about to close the door, he stopped her again.

Adlia seemed to turn her head against the door frame calmly.It can even be said that she turned around before Sherlock called her: "Holmes, I guess you will probably stop me before I enter the door."

"Ah, it's not intentional, some coincidence," Sherlock smiled not so sincerely, "Mr. Branston Jr. gave me a check, maybe you are willing to accept my invitation to listen to tomorrow The recital? Sarasate will be playing at St. James's. I think you are in part of the honor."

Adelia raised her eyebrows: "If I want to listen to music, I'll ask you to play the piano. You should save your money for the next time you meet a generous customer."

Well, it seems that Adrian still has doubts about his assets.

"I'm not a musician!"

It's a pity that this sentence was shut out by her.

After Adelia closed the door, his eyes stayed on the closed door.

Sherlock has never doubted his ability, but he still needs to have a long-term development consideration for his future career.

If you want to be famous, such cases are certainly not enough, but McCoff is right, although most people in Scotland Yard are stupid and annoyed, but if you can establish channels, you can get some mysterious and difficult cases directly from Scotland Yard.But as Adrian said, life may be unsustainable in this case.

This time, Mr. Branston Jr. was quite generous, and he gave a lot of money, which was regarded as a reward for finding the murderer, and it was also regarded as a hush money.At least the rent renewal issue that Adrian was worried about can be solved.

He stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

But I have to go to work in the anatomy room tomorrow, and I happen to have some interesting topics to discuss with Stilton, ah... Maybe I can go out with Adrian.

When he got up and went back to the room, he suddenly turned his head to look at the puppy by the fireplace. At the moment Shilling was sleeping very peacefully. For some reason, he saw some shadows of his roommates, and suddenly had an urge to wake him up. .

Forget it, if he really woke up, if Shilling made too much noise, Adrian might rush out angrily and strangle him to death.

For some reason, thinking of that scene, Sherlock laughed out loud, and then returned to his room.

next morning.

London was still foggy, and even the sun couldn't break the fog.Adelia even felt that her lifespan was shortened by another second due to irresistible factors after taking a sip.

Shiling had also woken up, and was about to run towards her when she opened the door, but was restrained by the dog leash, so he could only circle in place.

Adelia looked at it, and saw that the ignorant puppy had urinated by the stove. She had a headache and wanted to pick Sherlock up for hygiene.But looking at the silly dog's appearance, he couldn't get angry anymore, so he found a rag to clean it up, and then rubbed Shilling's head as if to vent his anger.

"Trouble," she muttered.

After everything was packed, she went downstairs to get breakfast.Normally Mrs. Hudson would bring it up as long as the bell was ringing, but this time she brought up Shilling's dog food.

Just make do with it, Ginnie followed her and came here like that, she rubbed Shilling's head again: "You have to be better than your father, I'm not as patient as before."

This was what Sherlock saw when he opened the door. His roommate, who seemed to reject pets, squatted down and rubbed the puppy's head, and his temperament seemed to soften a lot.He couldn't help but want to laugh.

When he pushed the door, Adelia came to her senses and subconsciously wanted to stand up and pretend nothing happened, but she was half a beat too slow, so she could only pretend to stand up naturally, shook the dog hair on her pants and He picked up the handkerchief next to him and wiped his hands.

"Good morning, Adrian," Sherlock held back a smile, "it seems that you have all had breakfast?"

Adlia hummed vaguely, and went into the bathroom to wash her hands.

Sherlock watched her back, raised his eyebrows, walked slowly to Shilling's side, and squatted down: "Adrian brought your breakfast for you, didn't you, favored little guy."

When Adelia walked out of the bathroom, her boring roommate Shi Shiran stood up, rang the bell and called for breakfast: "It's really a pity, I've known you for so long, and I've never seen you fetch it for me. One breakfast."

"It was sent by my aunt." She said.

"Do you need me to expose you?"

"You remember the dog-training place with the shilling." She changed the subject abruptly.

Sherlock, who had already gone into the bathroom to wash, laughed out loud.

Adelia: I can't stay here anymore!

Her eyes wandered around the house several times, and she felt that there was nothing wrong. For the first time, she had the idea of ​​going to work early.But the time is too early.She hesitated for a while, she really didn't want to be alone with Sherlock, and she didn't want to arrive at the post too early, so she simply stopped riding the bicycle and walked to work.

So she went out without saying hello.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth inexplicably facing the mirror.

Mrs. Hudson's breakfast came in time: "It seems that Shiling doesn't like eating these, just like Genie, so it won't be too much trouble to raise them."

Sherlock took the breakfast and put it on the table: "Did Genie be trained by Adrian?"

"Of course, I don't know how to keep a pet, but Adrian has a lot of wonderful ideas," Mrs. Hudson said with a nostalgic smile on her face, "Adrian was still in high school at that time. , Teach Ginnie not to defecate indiscriminately or bite things in a serious manner, Ginnie has been taught well—we are very reluctant to leave him in the country.”

Sherlock picked up the knife and fork to enjoy his breakfast: "I can't see that Adrian still has this skill."

"Maybe it took a lot of time, Genie listened to him very much," Mrs. Hudson put away the newspaper on the table, "She would take Genie out for a walk every evening, and she even got a small flying saucer to accompany her. Ginnie to play with."

The image of Adrian in high school emerged in front of Sherlock along with Mrs. Hudson's thoughts.

"Then you must be very reluctant," said Sherlock. "I mean when I left Hampshire."

"Yes, I thought I'd bite the bullet and bring Ginnie," sighed Mrs. Hudson. "It was Adrian's offer to leave it in the country."

Sherlock glanced at the clock: "Adrian went out?"

"Yes." Mrs. Hudson was going downstairs.

"Mrs. Hudson, please." Sherlock stood up and put on his overcoat. "I think I have to go out too, or I will be late. You can put away your breakfast."

Adrian went out nearly 10 minutes earlier than usual. Her personality is not the kind that goes to work early, so she definitely doesn't know how to ride a carriage or ride a bicycle. As long as he walks faster, he can catch the A roommate who worked abroad on the road.

He had to ask her—the reason why she avoided her so much in the name of "fear of dogs" when they met for the second time.

The author says:

Yesterday I went back and ate the food I produced, and felt that the memorandum of the Baker Street residence was well written, and I couldn’t write that feeling.Actually stayed up all night to finish brushing up my own article, and even felt that I didn’t write it myself (cover my face, I forgot about the plot quickly.

The funniest thing is that the name Fei also used the name Hunter and Tom in that book, I died laughing.

感谢在2021-11-1123:31:42~2021-11-1323:31:42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: Obviously he likes me one;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Moxiao; 13 bottles of PA.LEAH; 10 bottles of Liufang; 1 bottle of rice noodles with cold skin and Mu Yu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?