My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

After getting off the train, they hired a carriage and arrived at their destination.

"You didn't even ask me where I'm going to stay," Adlia said to her roommate who seemed to be very safe, "just follow me casually?"

"Well, you've always been reliable." Sherlock praised calmly.

Before the two arrived at a small villa, Adelia paid the coachman, and then glanced at the stable: "Ah, that's right, my friend only reserved a guest room for me, why don't you live there?"

It means to send him to live in a stable.

"I really can't tell whether it's a good thing or a bad thing for you to become lively." Sherlock deliberately ignored the stable and looked back at the peaceful and secluded bay, "but one thing, I think I miscalculated your financial resources , I really never thought that you would rent a villa directly for relaxation."

Adelia coughed: "After all, I'm on vacation, I don't want to suffer too much—and it's a little bit discounted."

It was only one pound more expensive, and the hotel was changed into a villa with a maid, so she rushed anyway.Although Sherlock did not ask, she explained: "I have been involved in a case before, that is, the time I met Inspector Brad."

She rang the bell.

"At that time, I was suspected of being the murderer of a rape case, but later it was proved that I was not because of various factors. I asked Smith and Stilton to help me find out the real murderer," Adele said. Adao, "That poor lady has a younger sister, and she may feel a little guilty towards me because of this, so she has invited me to come here for Christmas for several years in a row."

If it wasn't for the lady's tight mouth, it would have been difficult for Adelia to keep in touch with her.

"This family happened to go to the United States, and the house was vacant. I paid some money to rent it for a period of time, and it was not bad."

Sherlock patiently listened to his friend's rare initiative to talk, which was rare for Adrian, and he told his past without asking questions.

The maid hurriedly came from the door: "You must be Mr. Hudson—"

She looked at Sherlock.

Adelia: ...

Sherlock couldn't help laughing, and pointed to his friend: "This is Mr. Hudson."

The older maid was a little embarrassed: "Sorry sir, I am Judy, the maid here. The master has already explained the situation to me, saying that it is a doctor Hudson who is expected to stay for about a month?"

"Adrian Hudson," Adlia calmly returned to the social mode, "this is my friend Sherlock Holmes, and we plan to take a one-month vacation here."

"Okay, it's a bit cold now, isn't it?" The maid smiled, "Come in, I've already prepared dinner. Fortunately, I have prepared enough for two people."

When the two put down their luggage and sat in the restaurant, Adlia remembered and asked, "Why does she think you are Hudson?"

Sherlock pointed to his cane, which had two big letters SH: "Perhaps you should also mark your things."

While the two of them were having dinner, Judy tidied up another guest room and came out so that the big detective would not really be allowed to sleep on the sofa. Both of them were a little tired after a long day of travel, so they bid farewell to each other after dinner. Room.

The weather here is indeed much more comfortable than in London. Looking out of the window, you can see the entire Muntz Bay. Adelia can finally sit on the sofa and think about nothing. She feels the sea breeze with her eyes half closed. Some slight saltiness.

She just half-lyed on the sofa until there was a knock on the door.

After checking her clothes, she opened the door unhurriedly, with one hand still on the doorknob.

"Holmes?" Adlia looked at the gentleman who appeared in front of her door with some puzzlement.

"I also guess that you haven't slept yet." He changed into his nightgown, maybe on a temporary basis, or maybe deliberately to reduce his aggressiveness, he handed out a notebook, "I just suddenly remembered that this should be given to you. "

Adelia's calm mood was somewhat disrupted. She lowered her head and looked at the notebook, but she didn't reach out, and she still put one hand on the doorknob in a rejection gesture.

It took her a long time to say: "Do you have to say this on the first day of the holiday?"

"I didn't intend to, but I know you are thinking about it." Sherlock's tone was soft, as if saying that the weather was fine.

Adelia suddenly looked up at him. He always looked clear, but she didn't know why she was a little annoyed, and she didn't know where to spread this unknown anger.

"Okay, detective," she took a deep breath, and took the notebook impatiently, "good night."

Then he slammed the door shut and slapped Mr. Detective's good night outside the door.

A detective who knows everything, she was slandering Sherlock, while flipping through the notebook, just flipping through, looking at the familiar teacher's handwriting, her movements gradually slowed down.

After all, she stared blankly at the last page for a while.

Forget it, she put the notebook on the bedside, and threw herself on the bed bitterly.Thoughts wandered and thought of the detective again.

A great detective who knows everything, why have you not discovered my disguise after half a year, even though you have found clues several times?She thought about it sullenly. Smith told her that Watson also had his own clinic. She actually considered moving out of Baker Street to open a small clinic after returning from vacation. She even started to pay attention to whether There are proper tiny houses.

However, she was a little bit reluctant.

Because it was a vacation, Adlia really had a solid rest. She usually got up at nine o'clock in the morning, had a breakfast that was neither too early nor too late, and then wandered around the nearby swamp with Sherlock, sometimes going farther , sometimes just a little closer, letting Sherlock stoop to observe vegetation, soil, and insects.

There were a few scattered hamlets around Cornwall, the nearest of which was Terry Dannick Wallas, where the brother of Brenda Tregennis, who had invited Adelia on holiday, lived.Brenda said that she and her brother have had some conflicts recently, and hoped that Adelia could visit together at Christmas, so that they would not be so ugly when they had guests.

Brenda herself lived with two other brothers at Terry Dannick Vasa's villa, and although Adelia was invited to the holidays, she did not intend to socialize prematurely.

These days, she spent a lot of time with Sherlock. From morning to night, she realized that she was also a talkative person. The two of them talked about almost everything, not just the weather.

How to distinguish between fat and nerves in the dissecting room, what physical characteristics a boxer should have, the speed of the train when it comes, how to wash gold from sand, the body temperature changes of the deceased after death, and the characteristics of the wounds of those who swallowed their own guns.

In their discussions sometimes she had the upper hand, sometimes he had the upper hand, and what Adelia, a modern person, had to admit was that the latter appeared more often.

Whenever she got tired of chatting and didn't want to think, she silently threw a penny to replace her own words of admitting defeat—she was so tired that she didn't want to say a word.

And every time at this time, Sherlock would look down at her who was lying on the sofa without any image, and mocked loudly.

So what, Adelia, who paid, turned a deaf ear.

On the fifth day they were here, the day before Christmas Eve, Adelia finally decided to leave for Terry Dannick Vassar to meet Ms. Brenda, and this time she consulted a friend.

Sherlock naturally did not refuse.During this period of time, he has received some books and newspapers from London one after another, and sometimes at night he will delve into some weird problems by himself, and these problems include his friends. The case of false arrest was reported, even though the newspaperman mistook Hudson's name for Heston at the time.

Sitting in the carriage, Adelia seemed a little uneasy.

"You don't feel very well, Adrian," Sherlock keenly noticed that the speed of his friend's reply slowed down, "If you mind if I follow along..."

"It's not that question," Adelia denied, "it's just one thing I've been hesitating about."

"Appreciate further details."

This vacation obviously made Sherlock let go of a lot of fatigue, and his state was very relaxed.

"I think I might tell you before the end of the vacation," Adlia said for the first time, and the words almost passed her head, maybe she didn't want to hide it subconsciously, "although you may find out before then."

Ah... I said it.

Adelia breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, perhaps there was a time limit that would make her much more comfortable.

After all, she was meeting someone who knew her identity as a woman at the same time, so she was not sure that she would not reveal her identity at all, but she didn't seem to have any intention of deliberately avoiding the matter by not letting them meet.It may also be that the holiday was too relaxed, which caused her to lose a lot of guard and worry.It may also be that she had talked too much with Sherlock these days, so that she felt that she knew him better, and secretly felt that he might not mind that much.

So, if she said it out, what was the result she was most worried about?

What she said instead aroused Sherlock's curiosity, but seeing his friend's silence, he didn't ask further.

Adelia gave up sorting out her thoughts. Perhaps such emotions were unpredictable. She raised her eyes and saw the lady waiting by the side of the road: "We are here."

After all, he jumped out of the carriage first.

Brenda Tregennis was an elegant and beautiful lady, and one of the reasons Adélia kept in touch (albeit infrequently) was also because of her excellent sense of proportion.

But this time seems to be an exception.

Wearing a lavender dress, she flew into Adlia's arms like a butterfly: "My God, doctor, I didn't think you would really want to come at Christmas."

Adelia wanted to push it away, but maybe she was in a good mood during this period of time, and she was not so sensitive to hugs, so she finally accepted it calmly: "Ma'am, I think we should pay attention to the distance, even though you are preparing for divorce. "

Brenda chuckled and blinked ambiguously: "Good doctor, ah, is this your friend?"

Adelia understood what she meant, so she naturally asked her friends in "that aspect".She naturally wanted to deny it, but Sherlock was behind her, and she couldn't deny it.

"It seems that you have grown a little presumptuous in your new love affair," she said. "Holmes is my friend."

Sherlock vaguely realized that there was something else going on in their conversation.

Brenda let go and looked at Sherlock: "Hi, I'm Brenda Tregennis, you can call me Brenda, since there will be several Tregennis in the room soon."

She also gave a hug.

"Sherlock Holmes, you may call me Holmes."

Adelia's eyes shifted slightly, as if avoiding it - in this day and age, this is normal etiquette.she told herself.

After saying hello, Brenda happily took Adelia's arm, which was very intimate. Adelia followed her numbly and whispered in her ear that she would be divorced next year , she couldn't wait for freedom.

Sherlock was about two steps behind, helplessly excluded.

——Does his friend really value the sense of distance?This lady who is about to divorce and seems to have a new love is almost glued to him.He thought carefully about the evaluation of Adrian that Stilton or other sources had inquired about before. Maybe Adrian was always a little too indulgent towards the lady?

This is not a good behavior, such a thought flashed in his mind.

But perhaps even the great detective Sherlock Holmes has difficulty discerning his true inner feelings.

The author says:

It wasn't Brenda's divorce in the original book, it has been slightly changed here.Because Brenda is a lady who has the courage to divorce in this era, so adr admires her quite a lot.And Brenda admires Adr's courage, so she is barely a pen pal.

(In addition, divorce should not be allowed in this era, but I don’t know much about this period of history, so it’s a little bit overhead)

in addition! adr is jealous!Lao Fu is also jealous!

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