My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

After receiving the letter from a classmate, Adlia had some interesting impressions of this Mr. Sherlock Holmes.In the description in the letter, it seems that he does not often live in the dormitory, and often runs around. He likes to go to other majors to take classes, and some courses of this major do not go often. The professor put up a sign in front of him to make him fail.Some people met him outside the school, and sometimes he seemed very rich, but sometimes he seemed a little down.He seems to be very popular in some small circles, but he is not liked by some teachers and students...

A man who didn't conform to the norms of the times-but this was not strange in Adele's eyes.

Adlia didn't have much work on this day, so she might not go according to her usual habits.But thinking that Mr. Holmes will move in today, it must be a big battle to clean up the room. Just thinking about it makes her scalp tingle. She barely overcomes her laziness and climbs to work for half a day. She really can't grind things out , she ran to the hut she rented next to the laboratory to exercise.

——This is something that can’t be helped. Dressing up as a man is inherently difficult. Even though she is thin and not very strong, in order to be a better man, even though she finds exercising boring, she still has to stick to it Habit.

There are already some simple fitness equipment in this era, but they are a bit expensive and not suitable for her. She only got some dumbbells, barbell plates, and sandbag boxing sets. She even considered getting a wooden stake to try martial arts , but did not find a suitable teacher in London, so I gave up.

As usual, she drew the curtains tightly, and finally put on loose clothes to exercise, because gentlemen and ladies in this era have to wear thick cashmere coats even when exercising, which is simply unbearable for her in modern times. In addition, she is not a man, and she cannot be shirtless, so she can only choose to hide in this hut and exercise like a thief.

At the end of the practice, Adelia felt as if she was fished out of the water, dragging her tired body to take a bath and change clothes.

In my previous life, I never tried so hard to lose weight. In this life, I exercised two or three times a week as usual, and I didn’t see any gain in weight.

After thinking about it, British food is still too unpalatable.

At the same time, Sherlock finally turned out the last box of books and put them on the bookshelf.

Mrs. Hudson can't help with heavy work, she takes a small cloth and helps to dust at the right time-in fact, she doesn't have to be so enthusiastic as a landlord, it can only be said that she has always been a kind wife .

"It seems that this room is quite popular." Mrs. Hudson sweated a little on her forehead, but she was quite happy. "I always feel that there is no life here when Adrian is alone. , like an empty house."

"Maybe it's just that he's used to storing things in his own room," Sherlock comforted her gently, "maybe he also wanted to lighten your workload."

Mrs. Hudson sighed: "But I have to say first, I'm not a housekeeper—so you have to pack more things yourself."

"Naturally," said Sherlock, smiling. "I can't bear to mess up such a fine house."

—In fact, Sherlock Holmes was still too young at this time to foresee a future in which the walls of this house were covered with log holes and two more exhaust pipes were added.

"Speaking of which, is Adrian a doctor?" Sherlock asked casually.

"No," Mrs. Hudson shook her head. "He came out of medical school. I also advised him whether he should try to be a doctor. He doesn't seem very interested. Now Tmall is in the laboratory. I don't know what I'm tinkering with."

This conflicted with his impression, and Sherlock wanted to ask, but the footsteps had already sounded.

"I'm back, Auntie." Adlia pushed open the door and saw another resident as expected, "Mr. Holmes, you're here."

"Great, just in time for me to prepare dinner."

Mrs. Hudson smiled and helped Adlia take off her coat. Adlia didn't refuse, and leaned slightly to facilitate Mrs. Hudson's movements. She took off her hat and hung it on Holmes' gray coat. beside.

Oops... She suddenly remembered that she had just finished exercising and her hair was a little messy, which made her feel a little anxious.

Realizing that Holmes seemed to have noticed her hair, she casually reached out and stroked it: "I fell asleep in the office today, it might be a little messy."

"This is at home, there's nothing wrong with relaxing." Sherlock could tell at a glance that the person in front of him had lied, and when he met yesterday, he had finished a busy day and got off work, and his back was still in order. It's not that there is no hairspray left, I'm afraid I washed my hair outside and forgot to take care of it-as for why should I lie?He didn't ask directly, but kept it in his mind as a doubt, which urgently needs to be resolved through his own observation in the future.

Here, Mrs. Hudson patted Adlia on the shoulder: "Get along well with your roommate."

Adelia was a little helpless and funny: "Auntie, I'm not a child."

Watching Mrs. Hudson go downstairs, Adlia turned her head: "Sorry, sometimes she worries a little too much about me, you don't have to mind."

"I won't mind, after all, this is also the care of the elders." Sherlock is already the owner of the room this time, and he finds a favorite seat to sit on without anyone's hint, which is a single sofa , you can see the window with a slight tilt of your head, "I hope you don't mind that I have too many things."

There are a lot, at least the bookshelves that seemed empty when Adlia lived alone were full, and I don’t know if there are things in the black wooden drawers, but there are a lot of messy letters piled up on the table anyway.

"nothing."

Sherlock's eyes fell on the bookshelf following her gaze: "The books on the bookshelf are nothing special, you can take them at will."

"Thank you, very good, thank you."

Having just said this, it was actually a little cold.

Adelia wanted to go back to the room directly, but felt that it was inappropriate, so she grabbed the Times newspaper at hand, but after picking it up to read, she found that it was not today's newspaper.

"Ah, sorry, today's newspaper is here with me," Sherlock looked a little embarrassed, "I wanted to read it just now, but I accidentally suppressed it." He straightened up and pulled out the newspaper from the back of his waist to give to Adri install.

"I've seen it, nothing new."

Adelia watched him take out the newspaper carelessly, dusted it a little and handed the crushed-looking newspaper to herself. She even thought—fortunately, she didn’t take it out from under the buttocks, maybe she should Fortunately?

"OK, thanks."

There is nothing new under the sun, and she just took the newspaper because she didn't want to have an awkward chat with him.

It's a pity that someone wants to have an awkward chat with her.

"I see that you have also bought a lot of London News?" Sherlock pulled out a pile of newspapers from an unknown corner, "I also saw it by accident."

"It's okay, it's just for people to see."

The London News has lots of pictures and few characters. The printing quality is good, but it is a bit expensive. She buys it and keeps it. Mrs. Hudson will take a look at it. I will read it when I read it, and it can be regarded as giving full play to the value of a newspaper.

Sherlock stared at Adelia thoughtfully for a while, but Adelia didn't notice it, which made Sherlock want to make some movement to break his expression, and he quickly discovered the opportunity.

Adelia doesn't like the newspapers of this era. They always focus on novelty hunting as their main purpose, and use large text to describe some uncomfortable scenes. I usually read the speech in general, but today I was not in the mood, so I scanned all the lines at a glance. There was nothing special, and I just turned to the bottom of a newspaper.But she didn't put down the newspaper—because she felt that if she put down the newspaper, the person who had been watching her would talk to her.

Strange, she was the one who wanted to observe him, why did she feel like she was being observed?

Adelia put on a mask of pain in her heart.

"Is there any news that interests you?" Sherlock naturally noticed that Adlia's page-turning action had stalled, "I don't remember any important news today."

Adelia looked at him and then at the newspaper.

"Then you look again?"

"No need, I'm just surprised you've been able to watch such a dull House of Commons debate for so long." Sherlock remembered his brother's complaint.Mycroft likes and hates the debate between two groups of boring people the most. He can see the opportunity for himself to play a role, and he is tired of the chatter of the rabble after their emotions control their brains.As for the newspaper reports on these boring debates, this small official of the British government is even more lazy to give eyes. Even if it is a really important debate topic, an ignorant reporter who just wants to fill the newspaper page cannot catch it. focus.

"I'm reading letters from foreign correspondents." Adlia paused, "Is the writing okay?"

As if he had hit Sherlock's joke, he laughed lowly: "At least he also wrote about the eating habits of Afghanistan. In fact, I prefer to try some other flavors than these restaurants in London."

"You'd better not tell your aunt about this," Adelia put down the newspaper as if admitting defeat, "I hope you don't dislike her craftsmanship."

"Of course not, I've been looking forward to it for a long time," Sherlock said. "Speaking of which, Mrs. Hudson told me that you also graduated from Cambridge?"

"Yes, I'm a year older than you."

"That seems right. I saw your name on the list of outstanding graduates last year—my classmates said that they didn't hear much about you."

"Basically I didn't take the courses that required presentations, but the grades on paper were better." The former exam king sighed slightly. If it wasn't for scholarships, the most important thing was to graduate with mediocre grades. "It's not worth it." carry."

"What classes did you take?"

Adelia was taken aback by this question. It's only been a year, and she can't remember it?What class did she take?She frowned, and only remembered that she took courses mainly based on written exams, and in the end she passed entirely by taking exams, and didn't pay much attention to the courses themselves... Thinking of this, she felt a little shy: "Biology, Compulsory courses such as cytology and physiology... What else is there? It seems to be forgotten after the exam."

Sherlock was slightly taken aback.

Adelia's expression finally became a little lively: "I really forgot, it's not that I don't want to tell you... Maybe it's because I can't remember after the exam."

In fact, I didn't forget all of them. There are still a few compulsory courses to be reported that are more exhausting than all the other courses combined, and the final score is not satisfactory, but these don't need to be mentioned at this moment.

"Outstanding graduates?"

Sherlock thought of what he had learned from his classmates. Adrian's grades from compulsory courses to elective courses were all close to full marks. Seeing his sincere and outrageous answers, he didn't know what expression to make for a moment.

"Maybe it's the same name and surname."

——Adelia looked innocent.

——She remembered the days when she was scoring points, sometimes she didn't know which subject to take until the exam started.

The author says:

I am so happy to see so many old friends leaving messages, I am so stupid, I can’t say nice words, I wish everyone a happy National Day in advance~

I continue to engage in Lao Fu's daily life. ?