My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

It was difficult for Adlia to articulate her mood at that moment.

The long whistle of the train, the shadow cast by the carriage, the stewardess loudly maintaining order, and perhaps a stranger with the same destination, someone called her name when she was not sure where she belonged.

She was sure she smiled with delight at that moment.

It was just such a hesitation, she was pushed out of the line, and the rough voice accused her of staying out of the way until she got in the car, but she didn't feel offended.

"Holmes?" Many words rushed to her throat, but in the end she just called out his name.

His face is proud of his successful prank, but such a "prank" is definitely not annoying.Obviously, Adelia's expression also pleased him.

"I thought that when you invited me, you really hoped that I would refuse, but I set off together with the cheek, and my judgment is always correct," he looked very calm and at ease, "Hurry up and get in the car, it will be soon It’s time to squeeze into the car.”

Adelia wanted to laugh, but held back. She was dragged to the end of the line again: "I didn't ask you to refuse."

After thinking about it, I felt that I didn't have such a warm invitation, so I changed my mouth again: "I don't want you to accept it either."

"I'm glad you've become more lively," Sherlock smiled and didn't answer directly, "but it's not a good thing to be honest."

"Okay, okay." She said a few tone words meaninglessly, and she didn't know what emotion to hide.

It has to be said that Adelia's heart is joyful and flustered, and part of the panic comes from this "joy". There was a clear thread in his mind.

He crossed the line, without his knowing, whether it was the closeness of the moment of disguise, the hug between friends or the movement of getting closer...all kinds of things, too close.She was in the crowd and felt that her emotions were inexplicable, but it was like a crowd, and it shouldn't matter if she walked down, she thought.

The two of them successfully squeezed into a small compartment and were finally able to sit down and catch their breath.

"So you even bought the tickets early?" Adlia was a little speechless for a moment.

"Oh, I'm afraid so," Sherlock shrugged. "When you told Billy to buy the ticket, I told him in advance that he would buy the same train, and it's not difficult to guess your train number."

"I remember you promised not to use your abilities on me at will."

"Although you asked for it, I can only say that I will do my best," Sherlock said indifferently, "not to mention that this is not the application of any ability, Adrian, a problem of this level is enough to be seen at a glance .”

Adelia wanted to hit him on the head with the suitcase.

But in the end, she only asked one question: "So why do you want...together?"

The words in her middle were a little fuzzy, and Sherlock, who had excellent hearing, couldn't make them out from the noise.

"It happens that the dissecting room is busy, and there is no commission," he said with a smile without avoiding it, "You are right, the winter in London is hard."

Because you've always been an outlier, and because he has an intuition that he can't miss such a period of time.

The train whistled and finally started again.The corners of Adelia's mouth slowly lowered, forming a straight line.She can even capture the sound of machines roaring and wheels rolling.

She herself hadn't thought she'd start that conversation.

"In fact, sometimes I don't understand where your curiosity about me originated from." She leaned on the window frame with one hand and looked at him with a look that she had never seen before. "I think I am a rather boring person." .”

The train has not yet left the station, and the background outside the window is the boring and noisy crowd.

"We're friends," Sherlock said, not avoiding her gaze, "and we've shared many experiences."

"I have only known friends for less than half a year." There is no need for such... concern.

"I thought you wouldn't measure friendship by the time you've known each other."

"You're changing the subject."

Sherlock's eyes seemed to be smiling: "I don't."

He couldn't use reason to analyze when he started to be curious and explore, just like many of his strange actions in the past, it was an almost "intuitive" decision produced by the collection of many difficult-to-capture rational analysis.

His friends are not willing to admit each other as friends, but they will leave a small lamp in the corridor for him; even though things that annoy him are placed randomly, they never take every document seriously; they say not to have too many social relationships , but seriously recommended the detective and the work in the dissecting room; asked him not to reason without authorization, but never got angry because of his speculation; for his weird character, there was always a kind of strange tolerance and even maintenance.

Nor would he spare a drowning friend who caught driftwood and would have to drag him ashore.

But Adelia felt a little ashamed of her sincere friendship with a gentleman. Her eyes slid across his face lightly, and his eyes shone like sapphires under the sun.

"But, there are some things, I'm afraid you will regret it." She sighed.

If it's that "Sherlock Holmes", if it's that "Sherlock Holmes"...

She didn't know how to face her own identity, nor did she think about her future.

"What do I regret?" Sherlock was really puzzled.

Adelia had no way to answer, and said dryly: "Anyway, it will."

This sentence amused Sherlock.

Adelia was a little annoyed by his laughter, and she couldn't hold back her expression: "When I don't have a job, I have to use my reputation as a great detective and become an assistant?"

"Part-time biographer?"

"Yes."

"Then you have to practice your writing, great writer Adrian."

This sentence is not very offensive, but it is extremely insulting. Anyway, Adelia was offended.It's obviously a trivial matter, if someone else said it, she might let it go and forget it, but she remembered that this is a great detective, and she might be his biographer, so she couldn't help but have a little weird dignity, trying to redeem herself. some face.

"My literary attainments are higher than yours."

"Well, yes," Sherlock said perfunctorily, "I look forward to your masterpiece."

Adelia: Impotence and rage.

She really couldn't speak to this person, so she could only turn her head out of the window a little angrily. The end of the grass is still grass, and there are hills behind the hills. Although there are various sounds in the train, passing through these sounds, Adelia could sense that there was still silence at the end of the silence.

She didn't like traveling before, and she preferred to sit quietly in a familiar room than to go to a new place.It is difficult for her to trace when such emotions started, fearing new environments, new routes, and new people.But sometimes she feels that her fear is a bit hypocritical. Although she feels suffocating anxiety every time she leaves the place she is used to and goes to a new place, she seems to be adapting well.

Perhaps out of trust in her friends, or perhaps out of her trust in the detective in the book, Adlia said it as if out of control: "I can always act like I am not influenced by emotions, but I clearly Understand that I am always controlled by my emotions.”

Sherlock followed her gaze and looked towards the wilderness: "I'm afraid it is difficult for someone to be completely immune to emotions."

Adelia looked back at him: "You too?"

"me too."

Hearing this answer from the mouth of the famous Sherlock Holmes made Adlia a little surprised, and it made her feel strangely comforted.She shrank back and huddled herself on the seat: "I'm going to rest."

Sherlock did not answer.

After a long time, he looked at his friend.

Adelia closed her eyes and dozed off, her head tilted slightly, not completely leaning against the window, bouncing and bouncing uneasy.

—but she was smiling.

Sherlock's eyes lingered on Adrian's face for a long time, and he remembered the "remuneration" he got for the case in Hampshire.

Mrs. Hudson is a Scottish woman who came to Hampshire with her father in her teens before settling in Hampshire.In terms of facial features, Mrs. Hudson is not quite consistent with the local residents. Therefore, when she was in the hotel, it was not difficult for Sherlock to recognize the one who looked a little bit like Mrs. Hudson from the many portraits. painting.

—but Adrian didn't seem to care.

It was also at this time that Sherlock began to speculate that Adrian might not be related to Mrs. Hudson by blood, not to mention that the two were actually not similar in appearance.

However, the strange thing is that after he got the painting, he accidentally found a genealogy tree on the back. In the genealogy tree, there was a girl's name written under Mrs. Hudson's name.

Adlia Hudson.

Adrian--Adelia.

His fingers flicked quickly, which was a signal for him to think.

Mrs. Hudson changed her surname after the divorce. According to the genealogy, Adlia is her daughter, and she should be about the same age as Adrian.But neither Adrian nor Mrs. Hudson mentioned the daughter, and he didn't know anything about the girl when he helped Mrs. Hudson...

Do you want to continue exploring?He even hesitated a little.In fact, he could just show the genealogy to Mrs. Hudson and ask a few questions. Mrs. Hudson is not a liar.

—but he didn't.

He naturally gave the genealogy to Mrs. Hudson without any extra questions.

And just now, his friend almost stated that he would regret it.

Everyone will face tangled multiple-choice questions, and everyone will do things that make them regret. No matter what kind of problem is in front of them, they just need to do their best--Sherlock will not stop because he may regret an ambiguous sentence forward.

The author says:

I, I, I worked hard to touch the chapter, and then thank you for the rich lady with test anxiety syndrome and the cute little feed!I was so moved that I cried. I came to 5555 to receive the first Sham Shui Ye.Then this chapter was written in a bit of a hurry. I just fixed two typos. It’s great to change the 8 frequently. If there is anything that affects the reading, you can leave a message and I will find a time to change it! ?