My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

It was difficult for Adelia to clear her mind. She hated that she was not brave enough. At least in her last life, after being pushed away, she could only helplessly watch the murder happen—she couldn't shout or cry.She had imagined countless times, if she had been prepared, could she not have fallen so badly, could she have stopped the tragedy?At that time, with the pen, stethoscope or something in her hand, she imagined countless ways to fight back...

But the truth is, she watched her imagination shatter.

She didn't go to the teacher's memorial service, she couldn't go back to the emergency room, she couldn't face the patient again, and she couldn't even listen to the comfort of her friend and teacher.

When she realized that she had committed suicide, she mustered up the courage to go to the psychology department, but everyone who knew her story would always say "it's not your fault" with a sympathetic and tolerant perspective , encouraging her to come out.

She was avoiding such occasions.

When she was walking on the road and died in a car accident on the day she came out of the psychology department, she once wondered whether she was relieved by doing so.

In this life, when she chose a major, she chose medicine again out of an indescribable "motivation". She thought she could become a doctor normally, but she encountered a misunderstanding again.Sometimes she wonders if she is doomed to have no way out for her past idealism, is it because she just can't...

And at this moment she finally understood that what she never needed was not sympathy, not someone telling her that she was not wrong.She doesn't need anyone to teach her not to turn her back to the patient, or to avoid medical disputes.I dare not even hear the phrase "Although the doctor is very poor, there must be a patient with a medical fault to do this."

She has always known that patients are the majority group, and those who are willing to stand on the doctor's side are only a minority.

But she just needs a firm word, telling her that this is the evil deed committed by a cruel murderer, and it is a conflict between the murderer and the victim—not between the patient and the healer.In the face of such a threat, as an ordinary person, as a doctor, she can raise her weapon to protect herself without being criticized—he is a patient, how can you do this?

It is enough to just treat her as an ordinary person who encounters danger.

She is entitled to fight back.

Her breathing finally gradually calmed down, and her messy thoughts were intertwined, but she felt that she was still strangely awake.

Sherlock saw through his friend's fragility at that moment, but what he expected and expected was that there were no tears, no screams, and he didn't even fully tell his own story until now.His thin friend, though trembling against him, kept his expression covered, not even closer than a polite hug.The corner of his clothes was pulled, but it was like a movement of being pushed away.

Just when Sherlock was hesitating whether to say anything more, Adelia took the initiative to back away.The corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, her eye sockets were a little red, and her eyes were unusually moist.

But she doesn't let tears or any more vulnerability come to light.

"Thank you, Holmes." Her tone was steady and restrained, but her nasal voice betrayed her emotions.

Sherlock just patted her shoulder silently.

When they walked out the door, Detective Brad came back again. He hesitated for a moment, but he still spoke to Adlia: "Can I talk to you alone, Mr. Hudson."

Sherlock was a little worried about Adelia's mental state, and she looked worried, but Adelia seemed to have calmed down, and nodded to Sherlock.

"Then I'll wait for you at the door." Sherlock still respected his friend's choice.

"How about we change places?" Inspector Brad said tactfully considering Adlia's state of mind.

Adlia turned her head and looked at this bright consulting room, and the scene of Professor Parker's consultation here in the past, and the last scene of him hanging on the white silk came to mind.

She was silent for a long time: "It's okay, just stay here, I won't come back in the future."

Neither of them even sat down.

Detective Brad is not very old, he can even be said to be the youngest detective in London, which is enough to prove that he does not lack the wisdom to solve cases, and he even has certain political intuition.In fact, his biggest Waterloo was the case in which Adelia was arrested that year.

To achieve such achievements at such an age, Brad is somewhat arrogant, but he is still a little short in front of Adlia.

"I'm very sorry, I mean, I didn't expect you to give up..." When he was interrogating Wycombe and Wellington these days, he inadvertently learned about Adlia's story later, and felt a little uneasy for a while.

——In fact, one of the reasons why Adlia was arrested last time was that it was perfectly normal for the lady to let down her guard against a gentle and polite doctor.

"It's not completely related to you, Inspector, you don't have to be so guilty." She didn't evade the Inspector's apology.

Hearing this sentence, Brad felt even more mixed feelings: "They all said that you will become a very good doctor."

Adelia couldn't respond to this sentence. Until now, she didn't know if she passed the test. She was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "My identity is too embarrassing. I should avoid communicating with others." Better business, Inspector."

"I promise that I will keep the secret for you." Brad had no other way to make up, but promised again.

This is the same sentence he said when he released Adelia from prison.It's just that the mood of the person listening is different.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you can keep it or not," she sighed softly. "Now my aunt's life is on the right track, the rent is also paid by Holmes, and I have made some money. Even if I find a place to live a stable life Not too bad."

Her words were as if she disguised herself as a man just to make some money, and after the financial situation was settled, she had no other ideas.

But even Brad, who has only met her a few times, can guess that there is more to it than that.

Adelia quickly raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, and then put it down quickly. She couldn't bear such reminiscences, and she didn't want to explain anything to Inspector Brad.Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the flowers on Professor Parker's desk, and suddenly changed the subject: "Can I take that flower?"

"It's not important evidence," he said.

Adlia looked around the room one last time, and took the flowers in her hands.

"However, if you are really guilty, there are many cases that you can call me—" She paused, "Friend."

"I'm still relying on his commission fee to pay the rent." She shrugged her shoulders with a humble and calm look, but her fingertips turned white when pinching the flower stems.

"This case...?"

"The Chamber of Secrets is all his idea. I don't have the talent in this area——If it's published in the newspaper, I don't want to have a name."

"I'll go through the normal process," Brad replied.

"Goodbye then." Adelia waved her hand.

When he walked out the door, he happened to see Sherlock and Wellington chatting. Seeing her coming out, the chat between the two suddenly stopped.Adlia didn't bother to ask what they were talking about, and didn't bother to think about it, so she casually put the flowers in Sherlock's breast pocket.

"Let's go, Holmes." Apart from the red eyes, she could no longer see any trace of sadness.

Wellington looked much more haggard than her, and he bowed solemnly: "Thank you, Mr. Holmes, and Senior Hudson."

Adelia took the initiative to help Wellington up, and she didn't know how to talk to this junior whose fate was somewhat similar to hers, and whether she wanted to explain something.After all, she just patted him on the shoulder silently.

"Let's go, it's time to go home," Sherlock teased lightly, wrapping his arms around his friend's shoulders, "I'm afraid Mrs. Hudson already knows that I took you out when you were still sick, and I will have to scold you when I go back."

He gave Wellington a wink, and the stunned gentleman hardly understood, and waved to them silently.

Adlia finally dragged her tired body and sat in the carriage with Sherlock.

Sherlock could feel the difference in his friend's state. The person who used to sit upright shrank a little, and it was even rare to entrust some weight to himself... His friend never seemed to need any support before.

After thinking for a while, Sherlock decided to find a topic. He took out the flower in his breast pocket and looked at it in his hand: "Is this the one on Professor Parker's desk?"

Adelia turned her eyes slightly to look at the flowers in his hand, and nodded slightly.

Sherlock was still hesitating whether to continue the chat, but unexpectedly, it was Adelia who took the initiative to speak this time.

"When I visited Professor Parker one time, it happened to be Valentine's Day, and the patient gave him a bouquet of roses."

"Rose?" Sherlock was stunned for a moment. These are not the kind of flowers that patients would give to doctors, let alone on Valentine's Day.

Thinking of that day, Adelia was also a little dumbfounded: "It's a male patient with beards, he will sell these flowers, it's Valentine's Day, and he brought a bouquet so that the professor can bring it to Mrs. Parker."

There was some smile in her tone: "Before he gave a reason, we were all terrified."

Even Adlia, who came from modern times, said in her heart: I have never seen this scene before.

Sherlock, who imagined the scene at that time, couldn't help laughing.

"The bunch of flowers was given to Mrs. Parker in the end, but I also took two of them that day, made them into dried flowers and gave them to the professor." A look of nostalgia appeared on her face, "It's not easy in London's humid weather."

"But it didn't last long before it broke." Adlia spoke very slowly. "Professor Parker was not very happy. Later, he asked me to go to his office during a class and asked me how to dry flowers and how to preserve them. I told him that it would be better to put a glass cover, but he thought it was not beautiful. He just thought that with flowers on the table, he could go to work happily, and patients could see the doctor happily. So he would take it regularly Some fresh flowers, or make some dried flowers yourself and put them on the table."

"Our highest faith in the goodness of God, it seems to me, rests in flowers. From flowers we have great hope," said Sherlock Win.

Adlia was silent for a long time: "Holmes, you are right."

The snow outside the car started to fall again, and Adelia looked at it loosely: "Sometimes I just want to wait for spring to come, the temperature to rise, and the flowers to bloom..."

And she survived another ordeal.

The author says:

Lao Fu's ode to flowers should come from the naval agreement?I can't tell the difference between the Naval Agreement and the Bruce Partington Plan quq.I originally planned to write two original cases and when I was reviewing the original work, I wanted to write three... I will scratch my head to see the situation, but after this case is over, adr can be more lively and play with Lao Fu.

It turns out that you all like me acting like a baby in the comment area, if you don’t act like a baby, you won’t come out/huh

Is this the best life for a coquettish woman?

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