My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

This winter is indeed a bit unusually cold. In November, there is light snow in the sky.Fortunately, Adlia has light and warm down, which can barely maintain her demeanor, and it can make her look stronger.

She got off work early that day, and the weather was a bit cold. She wanted to ask Sherlock to take a carriage back to Baker Street, but when she went to the dissection room, she was told by Stilton that Sherlock had died after receiving a telegram. leave in a hurry.

"Perhaps there is an entrustment," Stilton said. "Recently he has quite a reputation in London society."

After Adelia entered the winter, her emotions would plummet to a trough.This winter is different, maybe Sherlock always finds her something to do, or Shilling always pesters her to play, but it is better than last winter.

She returned to Baker Street alone in a carriage, and Shilling surrounded her as usual. She suddenly walked into a warm room from the cold winter, and the temperature difference made her shiver.As was her habit this month, she teased the puppy and gave Shilling the dog treats in her pocket.

Mrs. Hudson was away, and Sherlock's coat hung on the hanger, and he had evidently returned.

Adelia hesitated for a moment, walked upstairs, and after opening the door, she saw more than one person in the room.Before she had time to identify who was in the room, she subconsciously said sorry and was about to leave.

"No, no, you came at the right time," Sherlock strode to the door, grabbed her arm, and invited her into the house, "Let me introduce, this is my friend, and I often ask her to act My assistant, Mr. Adrian Hudson."

Then he leaned close to her ear and whispered: "We haven't started talking yet, and it's just right for you to come back."

She usually doesn't expose him in front of outsiders, and she has something to say in her heart, but she tolerates it, and is reluctant to act as his assistant again.She took off her hat as a courtesy.

"I think he's a perfect fit here," the emaciated guest quickly stood up and spoke to her with vigor, "Senior Hudson, do you remember me? I'm Professor Parker's student, Percy Wellington."

"Uh," Adelia pondered in her mind, but she really didn't remember, "Maybe I have some impressions."

Percy rubbed his hands restrainedly: "Actually, it's normal that you don't remember me. You never walked alone in school, and I was not very eye-catching at the time. I just saw your work and often heard the professor praise you. .”

Adelia tried to give Sherlock an introduction with her eyes, but Sherlock deliberately avoided her eyes, and she could only take on the social responsibility by herself: "I think you have become an excellent doctor now, and the ordinary in the past was nothing but accumulation process."

"Thank you for your compliment," Percy bit his lower lip, "If I know that Mr. Holmes is your friend, I can't be more relieved that you will accompany me there."

Adlia looked at Sherlock suspiciously: "What happened?"

"You may not have read today's evening paper—the professor was found dead in the consulting room of the Parker Clinic." The young man seemed to have lost all his strength, and his tone gradually became unstable when he said the last few words .

The young man's voice seemed to be still in her ears, but she seemed to have lost the voice in her ears again. She felt the coolness rushing from the soles of her feet to her forehead, and she didn't even know that the hat in her hand was loose.

It took her a long time to find her voice: "Sorry, you mean?"

Hearing her voice, Sherlock was keenly aware that there was something unusual about her mood - something suddenly occurred to him.He was standing behind her with a newspaper, but now he put a hand on her right shoulder, and guided his friend to sit down, while picking up the hat.

Adelia only felt distraught.

"The detectives from Scotland Yard said that he probably committed suicide, but I can't accept this possibility. Professor Parker couldn't have committed suicide," Wellington's voice raised, with a few sobs mixed in, and his originally thin voice became high-pitched, "I'm totally I can't accept it, I can't accept-"

Speaking of the last sentence, his voice gradually weakened, but his breathing gradually became short of breath—some even began to be out of breath.

Sherlock hadn't comforted his roommate yet, but in the next second he found that the client was a little out of breath, so he could only comfort him with words: "Mr. Wellington, please calm down before—"

Then his roommate jerked to his feet and moved closer to Wellington: "Relax, can you relax?"

Wellington was panting more and more urgently.

Sherlock has seen his roommate working in the laboratory, but his determination is different from the moment.She spoke quickly but her words were clear, her brows were slightly frowned but she didn't seem at a loss, and she didn't seem to be in a hurry to deal with emergencies.

After realizing that simple words of reassurance could not stop his panting, Adelia quickly went to the table and took a large paper bag to cover his head.

Sherlock also stood next to the poor gentleman, carefully observing his reaction: "What kind of new treatment is this?"

"The trigger is obvious, the symptoms are typical, mental hyperventilation," Adlia said calmly, "just give a little carbon dioxide."

There are no plastic bags in this era, and paper bags should be fine.

Sensing that Wellington was slowly recovering, Adlia took the paper bag away. Because of this episode, she seemed to break away from that emotion for a moment, but it might not have happened. At least her surface was calm enough, as if the accident just now hadn’t happened. He responded to Wellington's words like this: "I also believe that the professor did not commit suicide. If he really committed suicide, he wouldn't have been talking about asking me to go to the clinic to help three days ago."

In Adlia's quick judgment and neat action just now, Sherlock suddenly understood why whether it was Wilson, Stilton, or Wellington in front of him, he was convinced that his roommate could become an excellent doctor. He felt that it was even unreasonable for her not to become a doctor.

And her reaction was as if she had done a very ordinary little thing, she crumpled up the kraft paper bag and threw it into the trash can, she also took advantage of the opportunity to sit on another chair, and gave him the single sofa.

When her eyes fell, Adlia saw the stack of papers under the sofa, and then she subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, who nodded slightly with erratic eyes.

Adelia could even imagine that scene - a certain Mr. detective found out that the room had been horribly messed up by him before the guests came, and hurriedly kicked the documents under the sofa and covered the messy newspapers with blankets.

She sighed in her heart, she was not so reckless as to expose him in front of the client, she just pretended not to see it.

Everything seems to be in just 1 minute.

Sherlock sat back in his special seat, leaned on the back of the sofa, put his fingers together and put them on his lips, this was his posture before he was about to start thinking.Adelia was no stranger to such gestures.

"It's been a long time, and you haven't said what you want, sir."

"Perhaps I should give you a complete self-introduction first. I am a medical student graduated from Cambridge University, one class younger than you, Mr. Hudson," Wellington said, "I decided long ago that I wanted to be a medical student. He is an excellent doctor, so during the study period, I had a very close relationship with several teachers engaged in clinical work, and through their recommendation, I got the opportunity to practice in Parker Clinic."

"In the last year of university, I went to the Parker Clinic and used the rest day to adapt to clinical work, so I was also appreciated by Professor Parker. Today, as usual, I arrived at the clinic early and wanted the professor to arrange the tools he is used to in advance. Come out, tidy up the house, I opened the door and found——" His voice gradually dropped again, with sadness that could not be concealed, "he used the white sheet on the small bed where the patient slept, and hanged himself to death on the beam .”

"Speaking of which, I'm also quite sorry." He changed his posture a little cautiously, "I have heard about Mr. Holmes' reputation from my classmates, and I also saw your name in the newspaper. I——speaking of it, I'm sorry, I didn't have much savings when I entered the clinic for a short time..."

Sherlock shook his index finger, obviously not interested in this topic.

The work in the dissecting room is relatively free - Stilton has no demands on him, so Sherlock's most basic living expenses are not to worry about.Coupled with the fact that he has gained some fame recently and has taken on some cases intermittently, he does not need to worry about such a small reward.

What's more, his friend seemed to care a lot about this professor, and based on friendship, he should also help.

The embarrassed new grad breathed a sigh of relief.He showed complete respect for Holmes, even though they were about the same age.

"Please describe the scene at that time, I need your first impression." Sherlock said.

The Parker clinic usually opens at [-]:[-] in the morning. There are five consulting rooms in it, which belong to Professor Parker and three of his students. There is also a so-called special consultation room, which is used by his newly graduated and inexperienced students. The price is also relatively favorable.Usually, the clinic opens at eight o'clock in the morning on weekdays, and Professor Parker's consultation room will be a little later, starting around nine o'clock.

Adelia walked to the small blackboard in silence, picked up the chalk, and drew the internal structure of the clinic.

The professor's consulting room is at the eastmost end of the first floor, facing south, opposite to a classroom, where either Adlia or Wellington once attended classes.

"Today is also Monday morning. You know, after a weekend of no visits, there will always be more patients."

Every Monday, Wellington is used to arriving at the clinic before 07:30 in the morning, first taking the letters and documents from the mailbox to the professor's desk, then cleaning the professor's consulting room, taking out the special tool kit for physical examination, and sucking the pen Get inked and have a cup of coffee ready.Usually, between a quarter of an hour and eight o'clock, the professor and three other teachers (that is, the professor's students) will arrive at the consultation room one after another.

During the period from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], the professor will handle part of the official business, or read the latest literature. If there are fewer affairs on the day, he will open a clinic in advance to receive patients.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to meet a doctor who is as professional as a professor and treats patients like family members," Wellington said here, with red eyes, "it is the most expensive to see a doctor, but if you He opened the clinic in advance and his patients haven't arrived yet, even if he registered a special number, he would call the patients in and treat them seriously."

"I'm sorry." Sherlock said, his eyes glanced casually over his roommate.

She seemed to pause just by chance, but Sherlock could just tell, his roommate was stiff and defensive.

Adelia couldn't turn around because she had shed a single tear.Vague memories surged in her chest, hitting her fragile heart wall again and again.

The narrative of the story continues.

"Sorry, I digressed again, I don't think I'm a likable client any more than a doctor would like a digressive patient."

This Monday morning, Wellington arrived at the clinic at 07:30 as usual, and then he found that the letter in the mailbox had been taken out.This is not surprising, Professor Parker occasionally gets up early, takes the letter and enters the house by himself.Just according to Professor Parker's careful character, he would lock the mailbox well, but not this time.

Wellington didn't think much of it at the time. After locking the mailbox, he went straight into the clinic.

The clinic has a long-term worker who maintains order, an accountant who is responsible for charging, and two maids who are responsible for simple hygiene and guiding female patients.Because it was so early, there were only two maids there.

He greeted the maids, and the maids arrived very early, at 06:30 to prepare.One of the maids also said that she had seen Professor Parker go to the consulting room while mopping the floor.But they didn't bother.

This made Wellington a little strange. He had some subtle feelings of unease at the time, especially when he found that the door of the consulting room was locked from the inside.

"Sir, I want to explain in advance that in order to facilitate the entry of students and patients, the door is never locked when the professor is there," Wellington smiled wryly, "it will only be locked when everyone is off work."

[Wellington's uneasiness peaks, and he knocks on the door, suppressing his emotions.

"Professor Parker?" he called.

But apparently, no response was received.

The maids were also attracted, and they said uncertainly that they seemed to have heard something in the room.

Wellington slammed on the door so vigorously that his hands turned red, but no one inside responded.Only then did he remember that he still had the key to the professor's consulting room, and then he tremblingly tried to open the door.

But the door was bolted from the inside, and their cries were of no avail.

Soon, other working doctors and patients also came, as did the patrolling Scotland Yard detectives. After they knocked open the door with all their strength, they were stunned by the sight in front of them. ]

"He was hanging on a rope made of white cloth, his face was blue and purple, his eyes were terrified and helpless." Wellington covered his face and said sadly.

"May I ask if there are traces of a fight?" Sherlock got up, took down his pipe above the fireplace, took out a match familiarly and lit it, and took a puff.

"No, everything is as usual, the coffee is on the table, and the pen is in the pen holder."

"Are there signs of hospitality?"

"No, and the seat the patient was sitting on didn't show signs of movement—or maybe there was," Wellington became uncertain. "It doesn't seem to be arranged so neatly, I'm not sure."

"Which agent is taking on this case?" Adlia suddenly said.

"Inspector Brad, they take this matter very seriously," Wellington replied.

Hearing the familiar name, Sherlock was a little worried that his roommate would receive double stimulation, so he looked at the blackboard calmly and changed the topic: "It seems that you are also familiar with the clinic, Adrian, your work is really considerate."

He walked to Adlia's side, looked at the floor plan she had drawn, and handed her a handkerchief to signal her to wipe the dust off her hands.

Adlia didn't refuse, and wiped her hands silently: "After all, I have also studied with Professor Parker."

"Let me make sure again. On weekends, the door of the clinic is locked, right?" Sherlock turned to ask Wellington again.

"Yes, every Friday afternoon, I will check it, and the maids will check it too."

"I want to ask who is in the other clinics?"

"Ms. Wycombe in the second clinic, Mr. Shelter in the third clinic, and Mr. Ryan in the fourth clinic, they are all students of Professor Parker," Wellington replied, "The special clinic is currently me, and there are a few who have just graduated s student."

"Does Professor Parker have any enemies?"

"No." Wellington said.

At the same time as his voice sounded was Adlia's voice: "For a doctor, every patient who is not cured may become his enemy."

The author says:

Make it long.I scratched my head while writing the case.

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