My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Then you just said that you suspected suicide—"

"For outsiders." Adelia was very indifferent.

Brad is obviously still a little puzzled, but judging from his softened expression and posture, he seems to believe a little bit.

After about five or six minutes, the maid on duty that day was brought in.Feynman gestured and closed the door and left.

The maid's eyes were red, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes: "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be interrogated here. I-I'm very sad. Professor Parker is a good person and a good doctor. I, I can't accept it."

She looked weak and almost unable to stand.

Sherlock reached out to help her arm, gave her some support, and said in a more gentle tone: "I'm sorry, but I would like to ask you to recall the scene at that time, it is also very important to Professor Parker, although I understand that it is very important to Professor Parker. You are a nightmare."

"I don't remember, I don't even remember, I just remember him being—sorry." She cried bitterly.

Sherlock gestured that he was said to be a roommate who was very popular with ladies.Adlia handed over the handkerchief silently, took Sherlock's position, and gently patted her back, driving the maid's breathing to calm down with a slow frequency.

"What time did you arrive in the morning?" Sherlock asked another way. For witnesses who lost control of their emotions, there is no way to expect them to explain the details logically and clearly. Professional detectives need to take the initiative to find what they want— —like panning for gold in the sand, he was sure it was there, just waiting for his keen eyes to discover it.

"06:30, I have to change clothes after I come here, and Professor Parker asked us to wear special work clothes," Susan sobbed, "The clothes are provided for free, and he said that we must protect ourselves from germs. "

"at first floor?"

"The first room from the stairs next to the special consultation room is our dressing room." She said softly.

Adlia wanted to let go, but was held tightly by the maid.

"Should you come down and clean up after that?"

"Yes," her tears flowed again, "I saw Professor Parker, but I was cleaning the special treatment room at the time, and it was not convenient to greet him. He came in the early seven o'clock, or before seven o'clock— —He must have an appointment with a patient, or he has a complicated case, and he always puts his heart on the patient."

"So, did you hear any heavy objects falling or arguments during the cleaning?"

"This... I don't think so. It should be very quiet. If there is such a sound, you should be able to hear it - the door of the consulting room is not soundproof. The professor said that it is not good for protecting the privacy of patients. You need to change to a thicker wooden door." Her tone was a little uncertain.

"Did you close the doors and windows when you left last Friday?" Sherlock asked one question after another.

"Closed, the professor likes to leave the windows open for some air, but we close them when we do the final cleaning."

"Will it be chained from the inside?" demanded Sherlock.

The maid was a little flustered by the question. She bit her lip and looked very pitiful: "I, I'm not sure, maybe not—except for pharmacies, we generally don't pay much attention to these things."

But she's an honest girl: "I don't remember if I had a lock or not."

Her tone was a little frustrated: "Sometimes the professor closes the window by himself, and I may not have checked..."

"Honesty is a precious quality of a person," Sherlock only reassured, "Do you know the dispute between the professor and Professor Wycombe?"

Speaking of this, Susan was depressed again: "Yes, Professor Wycombe said that he would leave the clinic and maybe become someone else's personal doctor. I can understand that Professor Wycombe is a good person-I understand that he is hurt. "

"I think I have obtained the information I need," Sherlock said slowly after a minute of thinking, "Adrian, let's go."

Adlia hesitated for a moment, looked at Susan, and handed her the handkerchief: "Be sure to look forward."

Her consolation seemed a bit sloppy, but she couldn't say any more words of encouragement, maybe she said these words to herself.

They walked out of the gate of the clinic and hailed a carriage. Perhaps because they were both immersed in thinking, neither of them spoke a word on the way.

Before getting out of the car, Adelia suddenly said: "Look, how heavy the snow is."

Sherlock spread out his right hand, flakes of snowflakes flew and landed on his palm, very distinct on the black leather glove.

"Snowflakes are pure and flawless, but they always cover up filth."

Adelia didn't speak, just imitating his movements, spreading out her right hand—it was obviously the same glove, her right hand looked much smaller than his.

"Everyone who walks will leave traces, and the cover of snow is only temporary." He twisted his fingertips, and the snowflakes gradually turned into water marks in his palm, and he was always so unshakable.

"When the ice and snow melt, the truth will be revealed, right?" Her tone sounded a little hesitant.

"I promise, sir," returned Sherlock.

Then he jumped out of the carriage.

Adlia moved a little slower than him. When she got out of the car, she saw that Sherlock had opened the door, and the warmth in the room leaked a little, and the face that was blown like ice by the wind rose up with distracted heat.What she can't say is that what she worries about is not that the truth cannot be revealed, but that the consequences of revealing the truth are unbearable to her or others.

Mrs. Hudson brought up the dinner, which was carefully prepared goose meat, but neither of them had much appetite. One took a few bites hastily, and the other didn't even look at it.

Adelia felt exhausted, but she didn't dare to let herself be idle. Once she was idle, she might be tortured by nightmares again.Like a housekeeper, she tidied up the table, cleared the tabletop, and sent the dinner plates downstairs. She kept her usual expression and said a few words to Mrs. Hudson, but she didn't know what she said.

Then she walked around the room a few times, found that Sherlock's pipe was unlit, and found his cigarette case in the pocket of his morning coat.

She offered to light a cigarette for him.

Sherlock didn't respond either, just puffed out the smoke silently.The light and shadow draw a boundary on his sharp nose, making his eyes hidden in the shadows, but they are shining and never confused.

Adelia, who is used to Sherlock's state, didn't make a sound, like a spinning top, threw the waste paper on the desktop into the fireplace, organized the documents, and got out the documents that Sherlock kicked in from the bottom of the sofa. Lay it out on the table.

It was late at night, and Adlia lit the candle for Sherlock, and finally added some firewood, and then went back to the room silently.She was a little used to being called to stop every time she went back to the room, so she turned her head once before entering the door.

It was rare that Sherlock didn't ask her any more miscellaneous and outlandish questions.When his quick-witted mind is entangled with puzzles, he will devote himself to his thoughts like an ascetic.

She gazed at him in silence, and almost for a moment she couldn't resist telling her story.

But that impulse seemed illusory and fleeting, her lips didn't even make the shape to make a sound, everything was trapped in that small room with the door closed.

The snow outside the house gradually stopped, and it was difficult for Adelia to tell whether the thin rustling sound in her ears was the falling snow, the sound of the flames dancing in the fireplace, or her hallucinations of delusions.

She felt Professor Parker's constriction, so real, she was sure it wasn't the trace of the rope twisted from the bed sheet, because there was even a trace of nylon rope showing at the edge.

Her hand gently and tremblingly stroked her neck.

In the last life, it was like this. Her teacher, who was also her friend, was strangled to death by the patient in front of her eyes. She was pushed away and fell to the ground. The white light in the emergency room was so dazzling that she burst into tears. She called for help and struggled. , but all to no avail.

She watched the lively teacher's smiling face twist into horror and freeze forever.

Since then, she has no way to go to the emergency room, and every friendly or anxious patient's face hides the shadow of a demon in her heart.

She wrapped herself in a quilt, trying to keep herself warm.But the scenes of the previous life and what she saw today kept flashing back before her eyes alternately, and the chill came out from the bottom of her heart uncontrollably.

so cold.

It was about two o'clock in the morning, and the snow gradually stopped, but Adlia didn't feel it.

At six o'clock, a ray of sky began to show through the window, but she still felt that she was in the dark.

At this time, the fire in the fireplace was also extinguished, and Sherlock finally paid attention to the surrounding environment. He quickly realized that his pipe was lit by his roommate, and the matchbox was also put at hand.The mind that worked all night didn't feel tired, but excited. He got more information from the surrounding environment, such as the fireplace where the wood was added for the last time, the blankets at hand, the brand new house, and his roommate Probably because he couldn't bear it but didn't bother himself, Adrian didn't let himself take off his leather shoes, but put a pair of slippers beside him.

Sweet Adrian.He admired it sincerely in his heart.

But now is not the time to praise this, Sherlock can't wait to go out to test his guess.

He jumped up from the sofa and walked to the door of Adlia's room with light steps.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

He knocked on the door.

But the room was very quiet.

You know this is very unusual.Sherlock knew that Adrian's sleep quality was extremely poor. If he hadn't deliberately pretended not to hear, he could wake him up even if he made a slight movement.What's more, Adrian is so interested in this case, he must be waiting all the time.

After a pause, he knocked on the door three more times: "Adrian?"

Finally, he heard slow footsteps in the room.

His friend's footsteps are vacant and his eyes are wandering: "Do you have any ideas?"

The author says:

Will more and more people come back if you continue to live!

Looking back carefully, this case is a little bit simple, so be it orz.When rereading the original book, there are several cases that I want to write, and I haven’t decided which quq to choose

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