My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

On the second day, Sherlock rarely met Adelia who was leisurely eating breakfast at the dining table.

"Want to go to work together later?" He pulled out his chair and asked casually.

"Holmes, activate your detective nerves." Adlia lazily said, she had already finished her breakfast, flipped through the train timetable, and let her roommate scrutinize her.

"Are you resting today?" It may indeed be that you woke up in the morning, your mind has not yet started to run at full speed, and the detective's reaction was a little sluggish, "Oh damn, I should have realized yesterday that your experiment is over."

"Yes," Adelia smiled, "I got up on purpose to watch you go to work, with your ridiculous scar."

Before Sherlock went out, Adlia sterilized Sherlock again.

She gently pinched his chin with her left hand, and when she wiped off the dripping iodine with a clean cotton ball, she seemed to have opened her mouth inadvertently.

"I'm going to go out and relax."

Sherlock was not very surprised, he noticed that Adlia was checking the train timetable.

"You tell me now, it is not difficult to infer that you may choose before Christmas."

"Ah, yes," Adlia let go, and looked at his wound, "I want to go to the Cornish Peninsula to enjoy the sea breeze, maybe spend Christmas there."

"Mrs. Hudson will be sad if you don't stay for Christmas," he said.

"It is precisely because I want to spend Christmas together every year that I want to escape the winter in London." She put the tweezers cotton balls on the plate, as if saying casually, put on the coat and scarf for her roommate, and opened He made a gesture of invitation behind the door.

The detective knew this meant that he didn't want him to continue to ask, but he still asked.

"I know you had some dangerous thoughts in the past."

"Ok?"

He was one step lower than her, so the two could look at each other: "I know the meaning of the desk calendar."

"Then you know, I've tried my best not to look at that desk calendar." She replied.

The two stared at each other silently, neither of them spoke.

After all, it was Adelia who broke the silence: "I'm afraid Stilton doesn't want you to be late."

"Did something happen this morning that forced you to suddenly make up your mind?" he asked instead.

"I got a letter asking me to come over for Christmas," she sighed, still telling. "I thought I might just go and relax."

Sherlock eyed her thoughtfully.Whenever he looked at her with such eyes, Adlia always felt that she had been read a lot of information.But now she is very open about this aspect. After all, the other party is the big detective, so it is not surprising to see anything.

She even leaned against the door quite naturally: "Although I will marvel at your talent, you don't need to use such deductive reasoning on your friends. If you want to ask, I can tell you directly."

It was not easy for her to say that last sentence.

At least Sherlock thought so.

"I will consider your proposal, Adrian." He raised his hat, nodded, wrapped the scarf around his neck, and hurried downstairs.

Adlia stood upstairs, watching him leave.

Then she closed the door as usual, but slammed herself heavily on the sofa in the next second.

Damn it, she cursed in her heart, I'm losing my mind again.

She hadn't even intended to leave before Christmas until she had seen Sherlock out, but the thought of spending the holidays with her friends gave her some discomfort again.Maybe she hasn't had normal interpersonal communication for too long, and she can't accept the closer relationship.

But obviously she was the one who decided to get close.

She hates herself like this.

Nested on the sofa, she was a little at a loss when she was suddenly idle. She turned over a few times and still couldn't fall asleep, so she simply sat up again.In front of her was the draft of the novel that was half written yesterday. She didn't like it no matter how she looked at it, so she simply crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

Her brain screamed: Now, now, now, you need to get out of here and find a place where you can forget everything.

So, she took out the train timetable again——if you want to take today's train, it's too late to pack up now, but if you leave tomorrow, you can tell Mrs. Hudson at noon to pack up again.

She put the timetable face up on the table, looked around the room, and decided to start tidying up without hesitation.Mrs. Hudson was informed of the news at lunchtime.

Obviously, Mrs. Hudson is a bit disappointed. This is their first Christmas without being together, but the wife does not hinder the children's decision.

"Auntie, maybe you'd like to go with me?" Adelia hesitated for a moment before asking.

"If you're not here this year, I'll spend it with my friends downstairs," Mrs. Hudson was quite open-minded. "You really need a break."

Adelia hugged this person who was similar to her mother role: "I'll go explore the road first. If the scenery is really pleasant, we will go on vacation together next time."

Mrs. Hudson pushed her: "I don't understand you, you young people always have your own life, even if you don't plan to..."

She concealed that half of the sentence, even if she didn't plan to recover her female body, she was going to be single for the rest of her life.

"You need to make more friends."

Adlia cleaned up the dining table with a smile, and went downstairs to help wash the dishes.

In the afternoon, while she was walking the dog, she ran to Smith to get some more clothes, and then wandered back to Baker Street, where she saw someone selling Norway spruce.She bought it without hesitation, paid a few pennies, and someone helped move it upstairs.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock had already returned home from get off work.

"You get off work early today, Holmes," she greeted carelessly. "Aren't you busy?"

"It's already pre-holiday, there are not so many trivial matters." Sherlock's chin nodded the Christmas tree. "It's you, since you don't allow me to reason, then you have to tell me whether you stayed for Christmas."

Adlia saw off the porter, and then turned her head, leaning against the door and looking at Sherlock.

This is also the source of her silence and entanglement.

"The train at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning," she seemed to be the same as usual, "If you are not busy, do you want to leave together?"

When she uttered this sentence, she didn't know whether she expected a negative answer or an affirmative answer.She told herself that although she might be Watson, it was better to keep some distance from the detective when she was emotionally unstable, but there were some strange thoughts in her heart, and it would be all right if he agreed.

I don't know if this detective friend can see some confusion from her face.

"Are you planning to go to Bordeaux Bay?" Sherlock seemed a little interested.

Adelia's heart seemed to hang on a string: "Ah, yes, one of mine—perhaps a friend, told me that there is a vacant villa nearby, which can be rented for me for a while, now It's so cold in London, it's not bad to take cover."

"It seems that our Adrian is not as withdrawn as they say."

I don't know if it was intentional, but he didn't reply positively.

"Didn't I invite you too?" She didn't realize that there was some "blame" in her tone. In her opinion, it was just giving up on herself.

Friends, what exactly is a friend?

Adelia, who hasn't had normal close social interactions for a long time and is worried about her identity causing trouble, is in a mess.

"Sorry, Adrian, I'm afraid I can't promise you," Sherlock showed a regretful expression, "This is so sudden, I haven't had time to ask Stilton for leave."

Adelia couldn't describe whether she felt more lost or relieved, she just shrugged lightly and quickly: "That's really a pity."

"Yes," he smiled at her, "but I'll put the Christmas presents under the tree."

Then he paused suddenly: "Oh, Shilling, you silly dog—don't bite my shoe!"

Only then did Adlia discover that the well-behaved puppy she had taught was biting Sherlock's leather shoes, and almost at the same time she guessed the purpose of the shilling: "Holmes, you are not as smart as our shilling."

Hearing his own name, Shilling gave up competing with Sherlock's shoes, and ran to Adlia in a huff.

Adlia rubbed Shilling's hairy head rewardingly: "Shilling knows that he needs to change his shoes when he enters the house, sir."

After dinner that day, Adelia didn't seem to have much interest in talking, so she went back to her room early.

Sherlock was alone in the living room, and the messy newspapers and files in the room were neatly tidied up by his friend who had recently exposed his obsessive-compulsive disorder.He doesn't like other people touching his information, but it has to be said that Adrian is really pleasing to the eye after sorting it out, and even he can't fault it.Noticing that the volume on the Musgrave Ceremony was missing, he couldn't help smiling a little.

It seemed that his friend had found something new to do, and he might delve into a few more cases so as not to leave Adrian alone.

Recalling what he had talked with Adrian in the morning about his desk calendar, Sherlock sat down at the desk and flipped through the desk calendar, and sure enough there were no new traces on the desk calendar.

Maybe a good sign.

Just as this year is about to pass, this desk calendar can be put away.

When he opened the drawer, he found that Professor Parker's notebook was still in it, and his friend didn't seem to have touched it.

What kind of mentality did Adrian invite him?Is the answer he wants to accept or reject?

Sherlock pondered for a moment over the thick black notebook.

"Shilling, Shilling," he beckoned, and the drowsy puppy ran over, "Your father doesn't seem to care about you anymore, but Mrs. Hudson can take good care of you." good."

He has learned how to scratch the puppy's chin to make the puppy wag its tail.

Then he went downstairs to call Mrs. Hudson: "Call me Billy, I need to send a telegram."

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