My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Actually we have several permutations of suicide and murder: murder, suicide, suicide disguised as murder, murder disguised as suicide, and accidental death," said Sherlock, who sat side by side with Adlia. When he is interested in topics, his voice is always light and cheerful, "As for the chamber of secrets, we can also classify them, but the situation is more complicated."

Adlia recalled the scene at that time: "The murderer is in the secret room, and not in the secret room."

"Yes, if it's not in the secret room, maybe through some agency or something, but it doesn't quite fit the circumstances of this case."

"In the secret room, there are many possibilities, such as finding a way to pass through the organ or lock it from the outside after killing someone; or staying in the secret room from beginning to end, and appearing in the chaos when the dead is found—" Adlia mobilized herself Thinking, follow him.

"It's a bit fanciful," Sherlock laughed. "Actually, if you look through the files I've been sorting out lately, you'll find that history repeats itself."

"Then what do you say?" Adelia blinked.

"One is the trick of doors and windows, or various devices you just mentioned; one is the trick of time; the other is the psychological effect, which is the illusion of constructing the secret room."

"I won't go into the details, but you need to know that I have repeatedly checked the doors and windows, I even climbed up to check the scales, and I can guarantee that there is no trace of any mechanism... What I need to say is that although in In most novels 'detectives' or 'policemen' are not considered murderers, but that's not the rule in life, so I don't fully trust Feynman's inspection testimony."

"If you have all the evidence and everything, why don't you arrest him now?" Adlia was a little confused.

"Feynman only found out this morning that the detective suspects homicide, and he is now directing the detective's thinking to Wycombe," Sherlock said with a mocking smile as he thought of the scene, "Maybe he can show some Let's go, after all, the inspector is not so stupid that he can't detect anything... Maybe we will go more smoothly if we go again tomorrow."

Rarely, he retained his habit of loving drama, slowing down his voice to explain his thoughts to Adlia.

But he is not completely straightforward. Sometimes he is like a teacher who insists on mobilizing Adelia's enthusiasm and letting her use her brain to reply.

Mrs. Hudson went upstairs and saw that they were having a good conversation, she didn't disturb them, she just poured hot water for the two gentlemen and went downstairs silently.

Perhaps it was because her mind was not fully awake. When Adelia recalled later, it was difficult to recall what they talked about that night. She only remembered that she was drowsy and was about to fall asleep sitting on the sofa.

"Adrian?"

Sherlock suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders, and turned around to see the furry top of his roommate's head.Maybe it was because of being tired and lazy to take care of it, it looked a little messy.

He also had a little... itch on his neck.

Asleep.

He held his breath subconsciously, carefully judging the state of his friend.Adrian's breathing was very weak after falling asleep, and the sound of the flame beating in the silent night was no match.

If he could fall asleep so defenselessly, he should have been truly trusted by this friend, right?

Sherlock naturally knew that a patient with a fever couldn't just sleep on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, so he gently pushed his roommate.

Adelia opened her eyes in a daze, and said in an ignorant voice, "Thank you - Sherlock. Thank you..."

The lingering sound of that thank you was long and soft, as if it was his illusion.And this seems to be the first time it is called "Sherlock".It was difficult for Sherlock to describe what kind of emotions rose up in his heart, perhaps because such closeness was hard-won.

He almost forgot that he was just curious and didn't desire any friendship.

I don't know if this person is in a coma.Sherlock stretched out the back of his hand and touched the other's forehead, feeling that there was no more heat.

Well, so be it.

Sherlock gently supported Adelia's head with his hands, and slowly put her down on the sofa. He thought about his roommate's weird and persistent habits, and helped put down the slippers.Then he hesitated for a moment, but walked into Adlia's room and took her quilt out.

After setting up his roommate on the sofa, Sherlock also felt a little sleepy.Standing by the sofa, he looked helplessly at his roommate who was sleeping soundly and didn't care about anything, and he could only sigh.

Hope Adrian gets better tomorrow, enough to identify the murderer.

At six in the morning, Adelia woke up and sniffed uncomfortably.The cold air kept drilling into her nose, and the cold was almost infected from the tip of her nose to her toes.

When she woke up from the sofa, she was still a little dazed. At this time, the room was quiet and no one was there, but it was rare for her to not feel the loneliness of being abandoned by the whole world.Crawling out of the warm quilt with difficulty, she pondered for a moment what she saw when Holmes entered her room yesterday to help her carry the quilt, but then she thought about it, if he was really the great detective in her memory, then maybe he Already have an idea about your identity?

Did you understand it and not expose it, or did you not think about it for the time being?

Might have to check with Smith.

Her thoughts wandered aimlessly, she put on a warm down jacket, and after washing, she changed into a coat for going out, only to realize that she might be looking forward to this day too much.

Back in her room, she took out the revolver in the drawer, loaded it with bullets, and posed for shooting out of the window.

During her last military training, she was selected into the special training platoon because of her good physique, and became one of the few people who had touched a gun. In this era, she also knows the importance of self-protection, and she still trains when she has the opportunity. , simple pistols and revolvers she can do very well.

When she first came to London she used it to scare away burglars.

If the gunshots weren't too loud, she would have fired a shot to try it out.

But when she did this action, she suddenly remembered that she still raised the gun several times, pointing at herself.She forcibly distracted her thoughts and holstered the gun before the negative thoughts entangled her.Looking around the room, she thought about tidying up, but the house has been cleaned up by her in the past two days, and there is nothing to tidy up.She hesitated for a while, and finally sat down, deciding to continue writing the previous letter.

When it was almost seven o'clock, Sherlock woke up, and Adlia kept her ears open to listen to the movement outside, almost as soon as Sherlock's movement sounded, she wanted to jump up and ask him if he wanted to go out.

It's just that she was still the calm person after all, restraining her impulse, and didn't open the door until she felt that the other party had finished cleaning up.

Sherlock was about to knock on the door of her room, and he was so bright that he seemed never to be troubled by any trouble.Adelia was a little envious, but also involuntarily infected.She didn't even realize she was smiling.

It was also the first time that she took the initiative to ask him: "Leaving?"

"Obviously, you are ready," he said with a smile, "then let's go, my friend."

After getting into the carriage, Adelia suddenly remembered: "Ah, I forgot to tell my aunt."

Sherlock laughed: "It's a bit late for you to think about this now. What you should worry about is how to explain the truth in an orderly manner next--Student Hudson who fell asleep in the middle of the class yesterday."

He has been trying to calm the people around him with a calm tone. In fact, he can feel that Adrian is trying to hide his anxiety with a relaxed appearance.

Adelia was stunned for some reason. For some reason, the other party suddenly put on the teacher's airs, but she had the fear of being questioned by the teacher for the first time in her previous life, and she cringed a little, and only changed the subject: "Strict Come on, I'm your senior."

"Ok?"

"So it is forbidden to preach as a teacher," she said.

Sherlock answered unhurriedly: "But you are younger than me."

Adelia turned her head suddenly, not knowing how he knew—Adelia had always been vague about her age, and she didn't like it to become a topic because of her age.

Sherlock glanced at her and smiled slightly.

The closer she got to Godolphin Street, Adelia's pretentious ease receded like a tide, and her complexion became dignified and tense.It was not in her usual character, at least not in Sherlock's mind.She has always been calm, calm, and can even be said to have little expression and indifference.

She used the fact that she exposed the villain to cheer herself up, but when she really faced the moment, she felt a little scared out of nowhere.

"Adrian, we're here."

Every time the two ride together, Sherlock always jumps out of the carriage first, sometimes he rushes ahead without looking back, and the roommates around him can follow up; sometimes he will turn around to help his roommate.The person who took the initiative to break the distance this time was Adlia. She didn't know where to put her hands, one hand was in her pocket, and the other hand was tightly holding Sherlock's arm.

But when she met Inspector Brad, she forced herself to look at ease, as if she had never been excited, tangled, relaxed or tense.She is used to camouflage, the corners of her mouth sink slightly, her eyes are calm, she doesn't even need to fold her arms defensively, everything is natural.

If you want to describe her, she is like a surgeon facing the small operations she has performed thousands of times.

"Inspector Brad, I think I have something to say."

Brad pursed his lips, and his dark circles were obviously forced out by the work of the past few days: "I received your telegram yesterday, and I have called the Feynman inspection to the scene, Professor Wycombe and Professor Lane They will be here shortly, and we hope your answer will not disappoint us."

Adelia wanted to look back at Holmes, and she knew he must have done it.

Her friend gently put his hand on her shoulder from the side.

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