My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adelia, who was hit by the soul crit, returned to 221B in a trance. Like a ghost, she sat in Sherlock's usual seat. One of the important reasons why she didn't like to sit in his seat was that she disliked him. Sherlock sometimes stepped directly on it.

Thinking about it now, the big detective is a bit informal, but it seems to be okay?

She originally wanted to try the sitting posture her roommates used to, but she felt a little naive.

"Damn it," she muttered.

Adelia jumped up from the sofa as if she had been electrocuted, and decided to treat this sofa as a celebrity peripheral from now on. She turned around a few times in her own home, and decided to find something for herself. .

Sherlock has some strange hoarding habits. He is reluctant to discard the materials related to every small case of his, and the files of materials he puts everywhere are not all the cases he participated in solving, and some of them are found by himself from the newspapers. The information obtained through Lestrade or Brad (who seem to be familiar with each other recently).Adelia heard him say, “When you know 100 murders, you know the 101st.”

But the collection belongs to the collection, and if Sherlock is asked to organize the materials, he will show a rather painful expression.

Adelia once found under the sofa the file of the case where he helped a poor man find his missing fiancée. She endured it and did not throw it away. Displeased expression.

"Adrian, I don't think you should touch my things." He took back the thin sheets of paper and dusted them off.

Even as good-tempered as Adelia, she couldn't help showing a half-smile expression: "I thought you were using the under sofa as a trash can."

"I just store it there." Then he stuffed the dusted paper back under the sofa.

"You can't just throw it away after solving the case, Holmes," Adlia collapsed, "You've just started, and the house has been made like this by you. How do you plan to receive your clients in the future?"

"Ah, you're right," he showed a somewhat innocent expression, "It's just that the case is over, and I'm not in the mood to sort it out for now."

According to Adelia's personality, she has always been out of sight and out of mind, but occasionally those strange materials have flown in front of her, and she will occasionally choose to put them away, or some Sherlock She did not resist sorting out the interesting cases she had talked about.Adelia found that she had done a lot of work, and she even sent a telegram for him-the detective could sometimes identify the murderer by reading the description in the newspaper, and sent a telegram to laugh at him. And Lestrade.If Lestrade has the same view, then the matter will be passed in this way. If Lestrade disagrees, Sherlock can earn himself a commission.

now--

She felt that she might be Watson, and she seemed to be more accepting of these jobs.Or, she would reluctantly offer to help Sherlock sort out his files?

Well, the big detective's little eccentricities can be tolerated more than others, not to mention that they are also friends.Adelia told herself.

Adelia was thinking wildly, thinking that she would just deal with the things flying on the table, the mess of papers under the sofa cushions, or other small things.

But she broke her guard when she saw a stack of papers stapled to the table with a knife.

Even a great detective can't stand it!She cried out silently in her heart.

She angrily put away the messy files of documents and newspapers lying on the ground with knives stuck in the sky, and sorted them neatly while her heart broke.

...I'm not spoiling him, absolutely not.

While packing, she accidentally read a case that Sherlock named "The Musgrave Ceremony". Judging from the time of the footnote, this is the earliest copy of Sherlock's case that Adlia has seen. file.

She hesitated for a moment, and took out the material alone.

The hour hand crossed seven o'clock, and when it was time to run to eight o'clock, the detective returned home.

"I'm back." Sherlock pushed open the door and was taken aback when he saw the much tidier room. "It seems that you, Adrian, knew that I would take your dog son upstairs, and cleaned it up in advance."

Adelia raised her head from the file and looked at the young man whose hair was disheveled by the cold wind. She couldn't match the great detective in the book—this realization made her relax.

Sherlock let go of the leash, and Shilling ran to her feet and breathed at her with his head up.Adelia freed a hand and scratched the puppy's chin.

"Please pay attention to your words, sir. You brought the shilling home," she patted the puppy's head. "Shilling—don't bite my trousers. In exchange, you can bite Holmes' shoe."

"Why do I feel that I offended you as soon as I entered the house?" Sherlock said helplessly.

Adelia ignored him, and took the pipe to show Shilling to sniff and let it bite its master's shoes.But before she had time to "give orders", the excited dog directly bit down the pipe and ran to Sherlock, wagging its tail to claim credit.

Sherlock couldn't help laughing now, and took down his pipe: "Sit down for a shilling."

Shilling sat down obediently, wagging his tail.Sherlock really wanted to smoke a little, but after thinking about it, this behavior might irritate his roommate even more, so he just put it in his pocket and gave the smart shilling a piece of jerky.Then he paced to Adlia's side: "My file should not make you so irritable-ah, it's the Musgrave ceremony, it's the case before we met, I think, this is my first Three cases."

He naturally pulled the chair and sat beside Adlia.

"No one can face your information without being irritable, gentleman," Adlia said angrily, "Please put what you took next time back in its original place, and I won't clean it up for you again."

Sherlock twitched his eyebrows, pretending to turn a deaf ear: "Ah, this happened about five years ago?"

"Your journey as a detective started earlier than I thought." Adelia was taken away inexplicably, and she calculated in her heart, "Perhaps I have to admit that you have talent in this area."

Perhaps because she already knew that the other party was the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, Adlia praised her roommate's talent in a more sincere tone.

"Maybe it's talent. My elder brother is also very talented in deductive reasoning. It can be said that his talent is much higher than mine. I have to admit," Sherlock never denied that part of his talent was due to talent, "But I think my own research on those scientific issues has allowed me to stay in this industry. I took a break from school and lived on Montague Street near the British Museum to study those that interested me and paved the way for my career at this time. of the sciences."

"Such as calculating similar triangles and the Pythagorean theorem?" Adlia couldn't help smiling.

"I bet I see sarcasm in your eyes."

"No." She quickly denied it.

"You have." He was sure.

"Absolutely not." Adlia raised her eyebrows, coughed uncomfortably, and changed the subject, "What happened to this irritable Welsh woman?"

"There is no news, maybe she left England with these memories," Sherlock took away the thin sheets of paper in her hand, "Then what are you laughing at?"

"Maybe it's because I think your math might not be as good as mine." Adelia pretended to be calm, but when she said the last word, she couldn't hold back the corners of her lips.

Perhaps after knowing that the other party was the detective, all her feelings about him became fresh and curious.

Driven by her, Sherlock also had some smiles.

——Perhaps this is the right moment, and, if you don't tell her the time, you may miss it.

He was not a procrastinator, so he made a decision quickly, stood up and took out two letters, a newspaper, and a thick notebook from the drawer.

Adlia looked at him inexplicably: "For me?"

Sherlock nodded slightly.

Seeing the letter's name, the corners of Adelia's mouth sank.

One from Wellington, one from the dead Professor Parker.

"Professor Parker originally wanted to send you a letter on Monday, inviting you to the clinic to bring some new students. He wrote it last week, but he has not been able to send it." Sherlock observed the roommate's expression carefully. expression.

The relaxed and comfortable expression on her face slowly faded away, and she returned to the stagnant pool before.After struggling with the two letters for a few seconds, she opened Wellington's first. The new doctor may have been affected by this case, and Professor Wycombe's resignation made her a little confused.

But she didn't seem to be able to give any effective advice, because she didn't dare to say that she had come out.

At the end of the letter, it said that Professor Parker's funeral was coming soon, and he hoped she could attend.

Perhaps sensing that the master was in a bad mood, Shilling, who was lying on his stomach by the fireplace, ran over and lay down on Adelia's feet.

Adlia then opened Professor Parker's letter.

When he wrote the letter, he didn't know that he would encounter an accident in a few days, and the lines between the lines were still happy and positive invitations and expectations.She finished reading it hastily, unwilling to reveal more emotions, folded it up and put it in the thick book, and flipped through the book by the way.

It's Professor Parker's notes.

"What's a newspaper?" she asked softly.

Sherlock pointed out to Adlia the obituary in the newspaper, and the funeral was just two days away.

"I have also received an invitation from Wellington, maybe we can attend together," Sherlock said a little uncertainly, "Sorry."

"I am no longer a child who can cry bitterly." She took the newspaper, read the obituary carefully, and laughed at herself. "In fact, I am not even qualified to be sad when I run away from battle."

The relaxed and cheerful atmosphere just now seemed like a phantom, and Adelia seemed to have armed herself with thick armor, and quickly resumed her usual calm appearance, concentrating her gaze on sorting out the letters and notebooks on the table.

When she was about to get up, her hand was held down——he just came back from outside, but his hand was much warmer, with a firm and unquestionable relief, that kind of emotion would even People get burned.

And her hands are like ice cubes.

Adelia's eyelashes fluttered, and when she raised her eyes, she fell into his deep eyes. His eyes seemed to have warmth, as if she had suddenly returned to a warm room from the cold wind, and she was eager and impatient to escape. meaning.

"Adrian, I'm sure there's no one braver than you."

Would the great detective in the book comfort a coward like this?Adelia thought wildly, or did the detective think so from the bottom of his heart?She wanted to twitch her hand, but she stopped in the middle of her evasive movement.

After a long time, she gently shook back.

Under the fingertips is his real temperature and touch.

Then she pulled her hand out as if suddenly awake, she wanted to tease whether Sherlock was the only way to comfort people, but the corner of her mouth raised it and then put it down, her eyes rolled uneasily for a while and finally found a new one. After finishing his work, he picked up Sherlock's file again.

"I think I'd be very interested in hearing the details of this case." Her eyes fell on the paper, and she changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

"Then I am naturally obliged to give some explanations to my friends." He also obeyed her thoughts.

At least this time, she didn't hide in the room.

The author says:

Come, come, let's have a happy relationship (sudden excitement

The Musgrave ceremony for calculating similar triangles feels a little funny after high school math (no mocking of the level of detective math.

感谢在2021-11-3023:05:01~2021-12-0123:10:20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 landmine: mouth-soaked instant noodles, Wang Qiqi Benqi 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: HAT40 bottles; Shermos30 bottles;

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