My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Before Sherlock moved into Baker Street, Adlia wasn't always confined to her bedroom.She is not used to leaving traces of her life in the living room, but her eating and drinking and part of her reading are done by the fireplace in the living room, so after Sherlock moved here, the two would inevitably meet in the living room.

Adelia couldn't help being curious about this man—his work and rest schedule was not very regular, sometimes he went to bed very early, sometimes he went to bed very late, and when he got up, sometimes he could hear the sound of his violin at seven o'clock, sometimes He didn't get up until Adelia had finished her lunch. In addition, my aunt also said that Holmes seemed to have a night out.

So what kind of work is this doing, so irregularly enough to pay a whole year's rent?Can this person stay here for a long time?Adelia couldn't help thinking so wildly.

Because the two often ate together, they gradually became acquainted, and finally got rid of the embarrassment of talking hard, and became natural.

"Sometimes I really don't understand why people's enthusiasm for Mars comes from," Sherlock clattered through the newspaper, skipped those pages of fanatical fantasies about Mars, and frowned, "Such a big country has no other interesting things." thing?"

"There are two things in the world that can shake people's hearts: the starry sky above their heads and the moral law in their hearts [1]." Adlia swallowed the steak in her mouth and replied with a famous quote from Kant.

"Even if I don't know much about philosophy, I know that this sentence wants to emphasize morality rather than the starry sky." Sherlock couldn't help laughing.

"Well, indeed," Adlia did not deny, "I just want to affirm people's desire to explore nature, although I think it is absurd to have canals on Mars, and the rumors in the newspapers are just the Martian version of 'Emperor' new clothes' nothing[2]."

For a person who travels through future generations, there is indeed something on Mars, but there is no life and no canals.She didn't know much about astronomy in the past, but it didn't prevent her from sighing after reading so many novel fantasies and even delusions in the newspapers. She lamented both the limit of imagination and the limit of human self-deception.

Sherlock pondered over his roommate's analogy, and found it somewhat amusing—an interest limited to Adrian's thoughts, and had nothing to do with astronomy.

"Do you like astronomy very much?" Sherlock threw the newspaper on the sofa, and finally agreed to have a good meal.

"No." Adelia watched the newspaper fly out and landed on the sofa instead of falling on the sofa as Sherlock had thought. She couldn't help frowning.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Holmes always seems to be stepping on the edge of her patience.

"Me too," Sherlock pretended not to see his roommate's frown, "whether we revolve around the sun or the moon, what does that have to do with me?"

"You should at least know that the earth revolves around the sun," Adelia sighed, "I hope Copernicus doesn't come to you in your dreams tonight."

"Well, you have a strange obsession," shrugged Sherlock, "that certain things must be common sense."

"That is common sense, Holmes."

This roommate of Sherlock seldom has a very violent tone, but Sherlock knows that his words are not without waves, at least every time he calls himself "Holmes", it is with a little emotion .

So he also replied to him: "Okay, Adrian."

Adelia nodded slightly, probably satisfied, today's steak was to her liking, so she ate it a little faster.She didn't have the habit of waiting for Holmes to finish eating before leaving her seat. She got up as soon as the knife and fork were put away, and "by the way" picked up the newspaper that she didn't like very much that was lying on the floor.

"By the way, you have a letter. I came back this morning and put it on the table for you." Sherlock pretended not to be there, and started a new topic lightly.

her letter?Send to 221b?

Adlia picked up the letter from the table, and sure enough, the recipient was Adrian Hudson, and the sender was Wilson, whose name sounded familiar.Adlia searched in her mind, and finally remembered that he was her classmate in Cambridge. After graduation, he opened a clinic and invited her to visit. It seems that there is still something going on, but I don't have many impressions.

[I know you are quiet by nature, so I am sorry to have to disturb you, and I am not sure if this letter will reach you. I have encountered some strange things in my life recently, and I need to ask a detective for help. I found that the address of a detective named Sherlock Holmes in the newspaper is the same as the address on the information you left in school. I want to ask if you know his situation? ...]

Attached are some briefs of the case. Adlia didn't finish reading it, but raised her eyes to Sherlock. Sherlock didn't seem to care about her letter.

"Are you a private detective?" Adlia glanced at Sherlock, and then at the letter.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock looked sideways. "It's not all. At present, part of the work content overlaps with the detective."

Adlia weighed it in her mind, and casually took a piece of letter paper from the drawer—since Sherlock moved here, the abundance of letter paper was a bit too much—and simply wrote a few sentences.

"Are you working in the laboratory?" Sherlock rang the bell when he had finished his meal--so that Mrs. Hudson would come up in a moment to clear away the dishes.

"The laboratory, but we are closely connected with the laboratory." Adlia wrote the signature and put the pen back to its original place. Her movements were very light, and there was almost no slight knocking sound. "We can see the patient's medical records. We can share the blood of patients who meet the requirements or other relevant information."

"Well, speaking of it, I would like to find a chance to go to the laboratory for a while, and I think my major is quite suitable." Sherlock moved from the dining table to his favorite single sofa, leaning lazily, Holding his violin in his arms, he plucked the strings lightly, "I wonder if it's convenient for you to introduce him?"

The strings were played as plucked strings, but fortunately it was not unpleasant, and Adlia accepted this level of sound well-it is worth mentioning that one day Sherlock was in a bad mood for some reason, and in the living room After sawing a lot of wood, Adelia, who was lying on the bed in a daze, was forced to have a headache so much that she almost got up to take painkillers.

Even a good-tempered Adlia couldn't stand it. Although she was too lazy to get up and get angry at the time, she criticized Sherlock severely when they ate together again in the restaurant the next day.

referral?to the laboratory?

Adelia subconsciously refused. Even though she was a shared roommate, it would be extremely easy to get angry if she rashly introduced someone who didn't know the details to her workplace, not to mention that she didn't want to establish any social relationship there.

She weighed her words: "We don't seem to know each other well enough to introduce jobs to each other."

"Then I'll think of a way," Sherlock didn't care, and his hands didn't stop, "I'll think about it, maybe when I apply for the job, I can directly say that I am a reliable friend of Adrian— —”

He elongated his tone like a prank, and his eyes seemed to be looking out of the window, and seemed to fall on Adelia.

"After all, isn't it because of you that the friend who wrote you the letter decided to try to trust me who has never faced me?"

Adlia was not surprised that Sherlock could guess the content of the letter, after all, she did not cover it up, and Holmes might not be able to see what she wrote when he went from the dining table to the sofa——

"My eyesight is not good enough to read your handwriting." As if guessing what she was thinking, Sherlock added lazily.

Even though she didn't see the content of the letter, she just asked him if he was a private detective——

"Although your question confirms my idea, my conclusion does not follow from it."

For some reason, Sherlock at this moment has small bubbles on his head in the eyes of Adlia, and in the bubbles is written "Ask me, ask me quickly".

There was a little bit of curiosity, but he didn't really want to satisfy him to make him proud.

Adlia blew on the handwriting that was about to air dry, folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and slowly sealed it with wax paint.During this process, Sherlock's eyes seemed to fall back on her from the window.

Fortunately, Adelia has always been a considerate person, and she decided to give this friend a chance to show herself—although she has already sealed the envelope, no matter what this friend says, she does not intend to change herself answer.

"Well, Holmes," she smiled, "I admit that I am a little curious about your thought process."

The sound of plucking stopped abruptly, and this violin, which was usually very doted on, was placed at the foot of the sofa by its owner.

"We are all familiar with this envelope, perhaps it is also one of our school's special products, as long as I handle it, I can feel the texture of this paper, of course, it is easier to recognize the unique, sealed envelope of this envelope shop. "He raised his head slightly, which made him look a little proud, "but obviously, this is not a new purchase, it may be that the sender has left it at home for a long time and suddenly found it. It's yellowed—no one would be idle to store this ordinary envelope for so long, maybe he doesn't know you very well, but he knows you're no meddler, and he wants to use these tiny details to arouse your emotions."

Adelia looked at the envelope on the table and nodded slightly to confirm his statement.

"You and I have been living together for nearly a month. I seldom or never see your letters in 221b, but I'm sure you have replied to someone." He smiled slightly, his eyes shining, " I put stamps, envelopes, and letter paper outside for public use. Although you occasionally use them and return them quickly, I have also noticed-I don’t think you will seriously write to a person who does not reply frequently. There are usually many meanings behind such behaviors - many thoughts flashed through my mind, but I will not explain them in detail now, I believe you can understand that I can catch the conclusion in a flash."

"Let's take it as your talent?" Adelia was rarely interested, and she sat sideways facing him.

"Although I haven't seen you come back with a letter directly, I'm sure you have another place to receive letters outside, maybe the place where those outdated newspapers end up--I'm right, Adrian?" He said His brows raised slightly, but his eyes were half-closed, looking very relaxed, "Besides, according to Mrs. Hudson, you have never had a friend send a letter here, nor have any classmates come to your door. I guess you have never Don't tell others the address of 221b, as for the motive, I don't think you want to cause trouble for Mrs. Hudson."

"Well, that's right." She was not stingy with her affirmation.

Of course, another reason was that she didn't know anyone well enough to accept the other party's door-to-door reception.

"As for why you said you would agree to him visiting me—" Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, but his tone was drawn out like a drama actor's, "Because you are curious about me."

Facing Adlia's slightly dazed face, Sherlock smiled like a mischievous child: "Since we first met, you have been curious about my job, haven't you?"

"I bet you won't have a positive, flattering description of me, but you'll let him try."

Suddenly meeting such a pair of eagle-like piercing eyes, Adelia almost subconsciously wanted to look away, but somehow, she fixedly looked into his dark gray-blue eyes.

Suddenly, she smiled softly, and then moved her eyes away.

"You are right."

"Obviously." He closed his eyes again, with a look of arrogance in his brows and eyes, but it was not annoying.

Yes, he could feel Adrian's curiosity about him, but his curiosity was much stronger than that.

The author says:

Do some daily work, I'm about to enter the case, I'm in a panic.Although they are all old friends, what if there are new friends?So I want to make it clear that I am a daily writer, and the case is also a daily flow, and it may not be a style of ups and downs... Please bear with me.

Happy holidays everyone!Do a little more (rub your hands) during the festival, the cold theme is too scary.While generating electricity for love, I am afraid of rushing to the street.When can I be brave (

The former of the two labels is a famous quote from Kant, and the metaphor of the latter is not what I thought. I saw it during a certain trip. The general idea is that an astronomer said he saw a canal on Mars, so people rushed to claim that they saw it. The canal, and saw the people working by the canal and so on.

感谢在2021-09-2023:52:50~2021-09-2322:41:51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: Ah Chu 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Achu; 12 bottles of Maoqi girl;

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