My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Adelia woke up again. Although she was sick, she still couldn't sleep well.

"You ought to have something to eat, Adelia," said Mrs. Hudson, holding soup by her bedside. "Does our suffering Adelia need aunt to feed?"

Adelia forced a smile: "Of course not, Auntie, I feel much better."

Mrs. Hudson put the soup on the bedside table, bent down and hugged the child tightly.Although Adelia calls herself "auntie", she has already regarded Adelia as her own child.

"I don't notice that much sometimes, you have to take care of yourself and don't worry us."

Adlia knew that by "we" she meant Sherlock.She changed the subject with a smile: "Speaking of which, he is the one who is more worrying."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Hudson complained quite a bit: "Yesterday's good goose meat was basically wasted, he must not have moved a bite, and he didn't sleep all night - all night, today is another big goose." You went out a long time ago, and you really think you are a man of iron, there is no way for you to stop Holmes who only has one thing in front of you."

Adlia laughed. Although Sherlock has only moved in for more than half a year, Mrs. Hudson has already regarded him as an uneasy child: "At least I ate a lot, don't waste it, give me that piece of goose meat Today's illness provides a basis for carrying the past."

Mrs. Hudson gave her a reproachful look: "Just because I'm complaining about him doesn't mean that I have you so I don't have to worry about it."

Adelia's smile was still a little weak, but she obviously didn't want to lie down like this anymore.Under Mrs. Hudson's supervision, she downed a whole bowl of hot soup, and she was so full that she felt sick.After chatting casually for a few words, Adlia seemed to casually say, "Holmes hasn't come back yet?"

"Yeah, he said he didn't think it was a real secret room, so he went out in a daze."

Not a real chamber?Adelia tried to find some clues, but unfortunately she didn't like to read detective novels in the past, even though she read some works of Edgar Allan Poe after coming here, she couldn't sum up the essence of the Chamber of Secrets.

After Hudson went downstairs, she just felt restless, and she always wanted to do something.After struggling for about ten minutes, she finally got out of bed and changed into clothes for going out.

But after putting it on, she lifted the clothes and looked at the full-length mirror.

——Holmes didn't see anything unusual, did he, in the morning?

She was wearing clothes under her nightgown and hadn't unwrapped her breasts yesterday, which actually looked okay, and she wasn't sure how much her detective roommate had found.

Forget it, let's find out.She doesn't care anymore.

If it is discovered, it is nothing more than either he moves away or moves away by himself. The most serious consequence is to lose a friend because of cheating.

——It is normal to have no friends, and she is just a bad person around her, and she will only cause trouble for others.

She stared blankly at her pale self in the mirror for a while.

She did not realize that she thought so badly of the consequences of losing such a friend--she had not put anyone in such a position before.

I hope I don't get caught by Mrs. Hudson going downstairs, she thought half-heartedly, but maybe it was because she was a little unconscious and in a daze, and didn't hear the footsteps at all.When she opened the door and was about to go downstairs, she bumped into Sherlock head-on.

After lying down for too long, her legs were still a little weak, and Adelia was almost bounced to the ground by his hard chest—but just like in the morning, her nimble detective roommate reached out and grabbed her.

"Going out?" Sherlock waited for Adlia to stand firmly before letting go.

"Ah, ask auntie for some hot water—" She still hadn't recovered from her dizziness, and she didn't know why she subconsciously lied.Perhaps it was because Mrs. Hudson said "they" cared about her.

But she only told half of her lie, and Sherlock's eyes clearly saw her as if she was about to go out, and then passed her to look at the whole pot of hot water behind her.

Adelia hung up her hat, and sat down on the sofa resignedly. She found the blanket that was supposed to cover Sherlock yesterday and made herself cheap. She sat crookedly and wrapped herself up.

"It's good to see you back to life." Sherlock smiled.

"So did the big detective bring the truth back to Baker Street?" she said dryly.

"The truth is not close, but there is one piece of evidence that cannot be without the help of my friend." Sherlock sat across from her, and took out a piece of paper from his arms, "I traced it from Professor Parker's prescription pad—the murderer I took away the piece of paper on which I was writing, but fortunately, Professor Parker wrote very strongly and left a mark on it."

Adelia reached for the paper.

"The diagnosis is asthma—I don't understand the name of the medicine, the usage is inhalation, and the frequency is when it's used during an attack," Adlia identified it, "F...didn't understand it later?"

Adlia raised her head abruptly, and met Sherlock's knowing eyes.

"Feynman inspection?"

"Adrian, there is no real chamber of secrets. Maybe Feynman didn't intend to create a chamber of secrets. He doesn't have such a meticulous mind." Sherlock's tone sank, and he said slowly, "If you don't want to be discovered by others, you can't leave. It could be through the door, then there is only the window; the footprints of Scotland Yard boots outside the window, I have no doubt that it was deliberately damaged by him; and the matter of the window locking, he was the only one who touched the window and declared the secret room. Excluding everything Impossible, the rest must be the truth... not to mention I also picked up his police badge."

Adelia didn't even have time to think who came from this familiar sentence, her mouth opened and closed, and she didn't speak, afraid that her voice would shake when she spoke.

She maliciously speculated about the patient at the first time, and was afraid that she might be misunderstood by stress, so she desperately dragged herself into consideration of other people's suspicions, and the final result——

"Although it seems that Wycombe had a dispute with the professor and he has the key in his hand, it is not supported by time and motive. If Wycombe commits a crime, he will definitely not repeatedly explain that suicide is impossible. If he bothers A secret room has been built, and it is in his interest to declare suicide, and in his capacity, he can even make up several reasonable reasons for suicide."

"I found out when Feynman inspected the testimony. Maybe you might say that he repeated the same words several times, but his performance was too calm, and the timing was so clear and accurate, just like the prepared lines. Including me When I asked him again later, he didn’t change a word of what he said—you know, when people remember, they always add and delete some details, which are all boring games of the brain.”

"After you suspect him, everything—" He didn't finish his sentence.

"Is it because the treatment didn't work?"

Usually, when her roommate made an ingenious reasoning, she would always keep a silent and appreciative look, but this time she interrupted recklessly.

Sherlock's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes were tolerant, compassionate, and caring.He may realize that his emotions have caused some trouble to the other party.

Adelia avoided his gaze.

He got up and picked up Adlia's usual glass and the bottle of brandy on the fireplace: "Maybe you're going to laugh at me for using all-purpose brandy again, sir."

He sat down next to Adelia, handed her the glass, and watched her with concern until she drank it all down.

"It's not a good habit to drink alcohol when you're sick," she murmured.

"But you need some tranquilizers."

His left arm was on her back, a little close, but it wasn't offensive. Adlia seemed to be able to feel his faint warmth, and perhaps this sporadic warmth also gave her some support.

"I suddenly realized that you are Sherlock Holmes." She was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed, but she couldn't tell what the meaning of the smile was. "The truth is so simple to you... Eliminate all the impossible, The rest, whatever it is, whether I can accept it or not, is the truth."

"Adrian, I don't know what you're going through, but I—"

"You really don't know?" Her rhetorical question blurted out.

There was nameless anger burning in her chest. She didn't know who this anger was directed at. She could usually regulate such emotions very well, but maybe it was because of illness that she lost control.

Sherlock had never heard his friend speak in this tone, and his tone was softer.

"I can guess some, but you need to say it yourself."

"I think, the truth also needs you to reveal it yourself."

"It's meaningless——" Adelia realized that it was meaningless to vent to Sherlock, and quickly restrained her expression and voice, avoiding this topic.

But Sherlock would not allow her to evade. He put his left leg on the sofa and turned to face her.But she didn't seem to appreciate it, and there were still dancing fireworks in her pupils.

He turned her head around with both hands forcefully, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, and said firmly, "Adrian, this is by no means meaningless."

Sherlock Holmes' resolute face was reflected in her green pupils.

"You need to expose his evil deeds in person and tell everyone that he is not a 'patient', but a vicious man with ulterior motives and evil intentions."

"All his motivations are not medical dissatisfaction, but he's just crazy, bastard."

"You are trapped, you have been trapped in a knot that I don't know for a long time, but I know that you can break this unnecessary imprisonment."

His power seemed to flow unceasingly to her through his eyes, through his arms.Or maybe there is a power in Holmes that makes people around him involuntarily believe in him.

Adelia just felt embarrassed, she didn't want to show this side to others, but the person in front of her, he didn't know her nightmare, but forced the key to break the nightmare into her hand.

He didn't say any more words to comfort her, he just gave her eyes and emotions.

After a long time, her stiff body finally relaxed slowly, and she avoided his eyes with some embarrassment: "Then let's talk about the secret room."

The author says:

I try to take no more than two days off per week! (At present, it seems that there is only one day missing every week, and it should be updated every day next month (should?

In fact, Lao Fu is really gentle. In several cases, he took the initiative to comfort the frightened lady. When Mrs. Hudson was frightened, he hugged her to reassure her and said that it was all right. 555555 Humanistic care under reason is also his charm.

8过嘴毒也是真的毒。之前华生问他“我真的做得很糟糕吗”，老福毫不犹豫“是的”，可把我们华生的心伤得透透的。哈哈。感谢在2021-11-2423:07:29~2021-11-2521:12:54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 mine: 1 soul bone;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Yunjing; 5 bottles of j; 3 bottles of Yiyi;

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