My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

When Adelia was used to walking Shilling on a leash every evening, she suddenly realized that she had survived a winter.

This winter came without warning, and before she even had time to regret the withered leaves, the aching joints from the wind reminded her that winter had arrived.

Adelia doesn't like winter, she came to this world one day in winter, she was cold and hungry, almost died on that dirty street corner.But she also likes winter, because it was one of those days when Mrs. Hudson took her home with her warm hand.

Migraines, depression, and sleep disturbances tormented her, but she stumbled to this day.

She was supposed to go straight back to 221B, but Adelia, whose hands were red from the cold, turned around and took Shilling to Smith's tailor shop.

On a rare occasion, Smith appeared to be heading out the door.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"There is a batch of fabrics from the East, and I want to go to the pier to pick them up." He saw Adlia, and sat back, obviously not in such a hurry, "Are you walking the dog? It's a good habit."

Speaking of shilling, Adelia habitually complained about her roommate: "Obviously he brought the dog back, I trained the dog, and I walked the dog. I really don't know who is keeping it. .”

Hearing Adlia's complaints, the corners of Smith's mouth rose slightly. Anyway, the puppy brought some spiritual comfort to his friend.Maybe what you worry about won't happen.

If we look at the trajectory of the novel, Adelia will inevitably leave Baker Street, and Watson will live in.If it was the previous state, he didn't dare to say, but based on his current observation of Adlia, the possibility of her identity being exposed and moving out is much greater than dying in an unknown corner.

In Smith's drawer are letters received on behalf of Adlia, but there is also a box for letters that may be sent on behalf of Adlia in the future.It was brought by Adlia when the first snow fell in London last year.

Smith didn't know the full extent of her story, but he knew that every knot in her heart was in winter, and every winter was especially difficult for his friends.

Smith looked critically at Adelia's head-to-toe outfit, as well as her comfortable and comfortable posture: "Congratulations, you have a son of a cuddly dog."

Adlia pretended not to hear: "Did you just review your work?"

It's not surprising to say that, as one of the few people who knew Adele's female identity, Smith contributed a lot to Adlia's disguise.Attire from head to toe, male etiquette, including the small details that must be taken into account in life-all these must be taught to her by a real man.

"Yes, I'm surprised that the detectives under the same roof haven't found your flaws for nearly half a year." Smith was sure that he didn't see any omissions in details, so he looked back.

"It almost gave me away," Adelia sighed, "he also took my razor before, maybe because there was no sign of beard on it; another time he watched me for a long time as if nothing had happened, and said something about me If the skeleton is too small."

Smith watched her with interest.

"However, most people don't suspect that the person around them is a woman disguised as a man. After all, my social identity has been a man for more than ten years. No one would be bored to think about that." Adlia had a headache, "I just hope He stopped trying to invite me to the Turkish bath."

Smith couldn't help laughing: "If it's really that far, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to hide from the eyes of the great detective."

Adelia was speechless, and could only laugh dryly: "I'm really grateful that he has gained some fame recently, when his brain is wholeheartedly thinking about those strange things, he is not in the mood to talk to me. "

"Really? I've seen your names appear side by side in the newspaper." Smith gestured to take out the newspaper.

Speaking of this, Adelia was also quite helpless, but she was indeed caught by the roommate who couldn't be free more than once to help out. It seemed that there was no point in explaining anything, so she could only change the subject: "I'll get the gloves , it's too cold."

Smith took out two similar pairs of black leather gloves: "One pair for you, one pair for your roommate."

Adlia took the gloves only to find that Sherlock's pair was much bigger than hers: "He still comes here to order gloves?"

"Unexpected, right? I also ordered a whole suit," Smith raised his eyebrows. "I think he's a good model. I have several works that I'm quite satisfied with. Would you like a suit of the same style?"

"That's not necessary," Adelia refused again and again, "Congratulations on finding a suitable model—he really has the patience to be your model?"

"I paid for it." Smith shrugged.

Adelia nodded indifferently, but suddenly realized after a while: "Is that my money?"

Smith gave a narrow smile. "I'm afraid so, ma'am."

Back at 221B, Adlia skillfully tied the puppy downstairs.As Smith said, Sherlock has now become a well-known detective. Sometimes clients come to the door. At this time, it is not appropriate for a puppy to bark in the house. Therefore, Shilling's activities The scope was forced to move from upstairs to downstairs.

She thought that there was no one in the room, but when she opened the door, she found that Sherlock was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, with his back to her. The cigarette in his hand had been burned, but he did not throw it away.She could imagine his expression even with her eyes closed.

"Holmes, I don't dislike your sitting posture, and I don't mind if you put your feet on the sofa." Adlia threw away the cigarette in his hand, and pushed his feet off the sofa with her knee. "But at least you take off your shoes."

"You are too rude, Adrian, you interrupted my thinking." Sherlock looked at Adlia with some displeasure, and wanted to sit back to the original position, but was glared fiercely by the other party, and then remained silent. Kick the shoes off.

The way he kicked his shoes was like an ignorant child. Adlia smiled helplessly, put the shoes neatly beside the sofa, and followed his gaze to the small blackboard hanging on the wall.A bunch of messy things were written on the blackboard, perhaps the code he had recently obtained from Detective Lestrade. There was also a metal crutch hanging under it, which looked quite elegant.Not interested, she sat down at the table and picked up today's newspaper.

With a detective roommate like that, one would more or less pay attention to the newspapers about murders, thefts, and so on.Adelia wondered whether she had been tamed by her roommate, and honestly opened the newspaper, her eyes locked on the chapter with "Murder".

She couldn't help but glance at Sherlock again after she finished.

She didn't intend to disturb again, but Sherlock couldn't hold back: "This is indeed the crutch mentioned in the newspaper, made of aluminum."

Adlia looked at the newspaper, then at the crutch again: "Murder?"

"An unremarkable murder case, a clumsy cover-up, a code so simple that you can tell its meaning at a glance, Adrian, this code is much easier to decipher than your notebook," his gaze briefly shifted from Adelaide Leah flitted across her body, and then turned back quickly. Just for a moment, it was enough for him to use his reasoning brain to obtain the other party's information, "I'm waiting for a message to verify my guess."

In addition to walking the dog, his roommate probably made a trip to the tailor.

There was a knock at the door, not the one Mrs. Hudson was used to, and Sherlock jumped up from the sofa and walked quickly to the door.

"Oh, Billy," he said, taking the telegram and closing the door behind him, "Thank you."

He was a little impatient when he took it apart, and Adlia's eyes were attracted by his movement. Although she didn't know the reason, she also wanted to know the answer.

"Ah—" he showed a smug smile, "Lestrade does have some execution ability, and my inferences are all correct."

He tossed the telegram to Adelia: "Can you read it to me?"

Adelia paused, watching him move to the sofa he used to like, waved his morning clothes and sat down, leaning on the armrest with his elbows, fingers crossed against his lips.

It's like waiting for an honor from the Queen.

The solution of every puzzle is his credit.

Adlia noticed that his eyes seemed to be closer to blue under the strong light, but now the light was dim and turned dark green.

"Holmes, you are once again proven correct. The murderer's real name is Philp, and he is an employee of the Post Office—Lestrade."

She read the words on the paper: "It seems that you and Lestrade have a good relationship?"

"how you said that?"

"As far as I know, he won't easily admit the ability of a layman." Adelia handed the telegram back to him, but he didn't answer it, so she put it on the table, "not to mention that the crutch may be the key to the case The evidence was taken by you, a layman."

"Adrian, you are too unkind." Sherlock got up and wiped off the blackboard, and brushed off the chalk dust on his hands, "Before I entered the industry, you called me a detective every day, but now you Call me a layman."

Adlia sighed: "Then you can take a look at the shilling downstairs. When someone brought it back, he promised to be responsible for his three meals and training. Now?"

Sherlock evaded the question: "I heard from Mrs. Hudson that you used to call Genie your dog son when you were in the country. I don't think there is anything wrong with taking your grandson out for a walk."

Adlia cursed in her heart, how could this person be able to use this as an excuse—she, with a double standard, would not blame Mrs. Hudson for telling Holmes everything.

But Holmes didn't stop talking: "Have you been to Smith's? Where are my gloves?"

Adelia originally wanted to give it to him directly, but suddenly changed her mind: "Wait until the next time you go for a walk with the dog. It's not cold enough for you to need those gloves."

"Ha," the corner of his mouth quickly raised and lowered, "you're so stingy."

"Sir, you were the one who was unkind first." Adelia wasn't guilty, but she decided to change the subject again, "Are you going to keep that crutch? It's your trophy."

"No, no, no," Sherlock rang the bell, so that Mrs. Hudson would bring dinner upstairs in a moment. "It's a simple case, and it's enough to keep the details in mind."

"It's easy to say, you also missed a lunch."

"Ha, Adrian, you may understand some tricks of deduction when you are with me, but unfortunately you guessed wrong," he smiled, "I had a big meal out at noon, next time you Should go with me, Rochester's chicken tenders are so good, albeit slightly pricey."

"I prefer the fireplace at home, sir," she said. "If I can come next year when the spring is warm, I may have a chance to go out with you."

The author says:

Come on, come on!After finishing the case, I am happy again!3000 words today, and a little more tomorrow.

The two are getting acquainted~

Smith: I ask you to be a model for a fee.

Fu: I'm sorry, I'm not short of money recently, I don't—

Smith: Adrian's money.

Fu: Yes.

（此处时间跳跃大法，两个人又过了三个月，还处理了几件小案感谢在2021-11-1323:37:51~2021-11-1520:08:57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 landmine: Wang Qiqi and Benqi 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：陈川流20瓶；爱芝士的猫咪、戚戚婉婉萋萋10瓶；林楠笙5瓶；入梦难醒2瓶；披着凉皮的米线1瓶；

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