My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

As soon as Adelia's words fell to the ground, there was no sound in the room.

Even Sherlock had to admit that this kind of Adelia was a little strange to people—he tried to see the clues from Adelia's face, but her face was as cold as iron, revealing every bit of information. not come out.

At this time, this weak client seemed a bit of an eyesore in this small rental house.Sherlock's eyes were fixed on a corner of the room, perhaps because he quickly weighed the amount of information he had obtained so far, he decided to press the matter down.

On the contrary, Adelia seemed to suddenly realize that something was wrong with her words and deeds, and she laughed: "Sorry, I shouldn't let my negative emotions affect a dedicated doctor—please continue."

Sherlock put his index finger on his lips: "Then let me confirm again, the professor's window can directly lead to the outside, right?"

"Yes, but there seems to be no trace of outsider invasion. You know, there has been a little snow these days, and the footprints must be invisible."

"Okay, sir, I have accepted your commission. Is there any other information you need to tell me?" Sherlock spoke very quickly. He stood up and walked to Wellington, making a gesture of leaving.

Wellington stood up in a daze, and was led to the door in a daze.

"Uh, not yet—"

"Goodbye, Mr. Wellington."

Sherlock smiled politely and slammed the door shut.Then he paused by the door and sized up Adlia's expression, but she was still like a sculpture, as if she had lost her response.

"I think you need to warm up a little," he sighed inaudibly, put his hands on the shoulders of his roommate, and pushed her to the seat closest to the fireplace, which was also his special seat, "you don't look well .”

"Really?" She smiled, briefly.

Sherlock picked up the glass and brandy that stood above the fireplace, and poured a glass for his roommate.

Like a robot, Adlia took the wine glass numbly, the spicy taste was on the tip of her nose, she glanced at Sherlock, and then her eyes fell back to her wine glass: "I seem to be a little out of control."

After all, she drank the brandy in one gulp.

She opened her mouth to say, "Don't worry about me, we're just roommates," but deep down, she seemed to have caught a life-saving straw.

His gaze was just the care between friends, but that was enough to burn her.

"Just keep thinking about your case," she said after a long pause. "I'm fine."

The hidden meaning is - leave me alone.

"Adrian," Sherlock stared at his friend rightly, what he wanted to say was that he was not so unreasonable, but out of a strange intuition in his heart, his words came out of his mouth. It became, "We're friends, and maybe we'll never meet each other again."

He is very serious.

Adelia wanted to deny that they were just roommates, but she had no choice but to avoid the other party's eyes.She knew that for her roommate, who was tirelessly exploring the puzzles, being able to temporarily put aside the puzzles and take care of her emotions showed that he valued it.But she—she doesn't need to, as long as she's left alone, she can handle it just fine.

But she didn't hide back in her room like before, she just stared blankly in a daze.

She felt that she had been split into two halves, one half was swept by tangled and dark emotions, and the other half had returned to a normal social state, teasing as if nothing happened: "Speaking of it, do I have to praise you for at least being able to receive guests? Etiquette, hide the paper newspaper files lying around?"

Sherlock noticed that he had stepped on a piece of paper, he thought for a while, maybe it was some unimportant document, so he didn't take it too seriously, picked it up casually, glanced at it, and threw it into the fireplace.

The fire in the fireplace shot up and engulfed the paper.

"As you said, I still need to do some decoration." He put one hand on the fireplace and put one in his pocket, but stared at her.

He could see the undercurrent in her calm, but he also knew that this was not the right time to explore her secrets.He also invited his roommates to go out together before, but few agreed and many refused. This time...

He weighed it in his heart and finally made a choice.

——Just like every commission he had received before, his tone was as usual.

"I don't think you've been too busy in the lab lately."

"reluctantly."

"I'm also worried that you'll be stuck with Inspector Brad—although you haven't told me yet."

"There is nothing to let go."

"Then maybe I can expect my friend to accompany me on this difficult problem."

"Not to accompany you, but also for myself, sir." Adelia let out a sigh of relief.

"But—it's an honor," she said.

"Great!" He turned and walked into his room, found a black suit jacket from the closet, put on a bow tie, and found the gray scarf, "My dear Adrian, I may have to remind you that this weather calls for scarves and gloves."

"Did your aunt tell you something extra?"

"Yes, after all, I don't want her to catch up and change your clothes as soon as you arrive downstairs."

Adelia was so upset, but she couldn't help laughing at this moment, but the smile quickly faded away.Her movements were half a beat slower than usual, and there was even a little bit of wishing that her migraine would come back so she wouldn't have to deal with it.

She hesitated for a while, but she put on a scarf and gloves. Before leaving the room, she took another small can of 75% alcohol and brought a few extra handkerchiefs.After all, she couldn't stop Sherlock's habit of groping around when investigating the case, so she could only say pay attention to disinfection.

It was only after stuffing it into her pocket that she felt that there was some extra in the pocket, and then it suddenly occurred to her that Sherlock hadn't dropped the cigarette case in her pocket for a while.

Ah, yes, she seemed to have refused too many times when he invited him out, and Sherlock, who hadn't planned to really quit smoking, naturally took the cigarette case back.

She stood at the door for a second and took her revolver.

Opening the door of the room, Sherlock stood in front of her: "Sir, maybe I should remind you that my gloves are still with you."

Although she was still depressed, Adlia couldn't help laughing when she thought of this matter: "In the overcoat you usually go out, you are not the only one who can randomly stuff things into my pockets."

"Carriage!" Sherlock couldn't help but smiled, and he couldn't wait to open the window and called the carriage downstairs, "Ah, Joey, it's you, please take us to the Parker Clinic, in Godolphin Street—hey, Adrian, since we're going out, there's no need to delay, and I'd like to have dinner with Mrs. Hudson, who's out shopping for goose!"

When the familiar driver stopped, Sherlock walked downstairs briskly.

After getting into the carriage, Adelia took out her pocket watch and glanced at the time: "If you want to have dinner, then you have to settle the scene within an hour."

"It depends on whether Inspector Brad has a close relationship with my brother. I personally think that entering the scene is more difficult than investigating the scene." It would be much more convenient if Detective Trade or Jones is here."

"Agent Jones?" Adlia looked sideways at him.

"If you remember what I said two weeks ago about the case of the clubfoot Ricolet and his nasty wife, then you should have an impression of him. Although he is not smart, he has a lot of courage. As long as you point him in the right direction, he can bite the murderer's tail like a wild dog." It was obviously a compliment, but he also expressed some sarcasm.

Adelia had some impressions: "It seems that I also helped you sort out the files and write records-it's not a very successful case for you."

"Yes, I also praised you for organizing it in detail, but I can't imagine that you can't keep a trace of memory in your mind," Sherlock joked, "Did you also fool your homework and exams like this when you were studying?"

Adelia felt a little guilty, but she still spoke confidently: "Maybe."

"So what is the knot between you and Inspector Brad?" Sherlock finally asked.

Adelia had been trying to get Holmes out of her mind, and had finally touched on the subject, but it was the lightest of her nightmares, and she had nothing to hide from it.

If only Inspector Brad kept her secret.

——Or it doesn't matter if you can't keep it, it just so happens that she is actually a little... a little tired.

"I was once regarded as a suspect in a case, and I was interrogated repeatedly by him, and finally proved him wrong," Adlia wanted to put on a free and easy gesture, but she shrugged too quickly, which made people care," That's all."

"That's all?" Sherlock didn't seem very convinced.

"That's all," Adlia paused, and quickly added, as if she didn't want him to continue asking, "so you should pray in your heart that it is Inspector Brad who is on the scene, and he may Guilt against me allows you and me to enter the scene."

Sherlock knew that he shouldn't ask any more, but just watched her with some concern from the corner of his eye.

But she always avoided it.

Sherlock also knew that this moment was not the right time, so he ended the topic and looked at the snow outside the window thoughtfully: "The snow is falling heavily, and I don't know how many traces it will cover up."

Feather-like snowflakes seem to fall on the edge of the intersection of dreams and reality, gradually blurring the boundaries of the senses.Its fall is silent and turbulent, silent and domineering.It’s not completely dark yet, the trees and pedestrians on the roadside have already faded into the snow, and the bells of the church in the distance are destined to be silent.

The weather is cold and humid, and I don't know when I will be able to wait for the sun.

"Adrian."

In a trance, she heard him calling her name, so close, right next to her ear.

"I think you have made sufficient mental preparations and prepared a strong heart?" Sherlock jumped out of the carriage first and held out his hand to her.

She was a little hesitant at first, but her eyes gradually focused on his face and his hands.

"Yes, Mr. Detective."

She stretched out her hand and jumped out of the carriage with his support. The snow was a bit slippery, but he held it firmly.

"I'm already ready."

The author says:

Adr girl is still brave, she can face it!Old Fu also expected this and made an invitation.

The reason why adr rejected Lao Fu was very simple, one was because of laziness, and the other was because she felt that Lao Fu didn't need her.But at this stage, Lao Fu still wants to ask his friends to play together (probably

I feel that if this paragraph is written too detailed, it will be a bit of a disastrous character design. It’s good to have a little bit of everyone’s understanding (after all, if I don’t say it, I probably won’t be able to see it...

铝制拐杖案和畸足人的案子原著提及了名字，但没有这个案子的内容，老福和华生聊天的时候提过案件的名字，说要自己整理整理档案，还不准华生看，在这里cue一下。感谢在2021-11-1800:02:36~2021-11-1900:05:32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: Lin Nansheng 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of rootshaw;

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