My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

When Sherlock heard the door shut, exactly 15 minutes later, he could hear the heavy footsteps of the lady Brenda.

If a lady who is about to divorce and has a new love, enters a gentleman's room alone at night-what is this for?

Sherlock knew that perhaps he should respect his friend's privacy properly, but his brain might be working too fast, and several possibilities floated in his mind in an instant.That name...that name was also swirling in his mind, but it was almost a deviation from his usual style, he refused to think deeply, and would rather believe in another possibility that could be said to be outrageous.

The next day was Christmas Eve, and Adlia, who was willing to stay for Christmas, changed her tone and insisted on going back to their rented villa with Sherlock.Before leaving, Sherlock noticed that Brenda once again pulled his friend to say something in private, maybe they got back together, at least when seeing them off, Brenda was full of carefree happiness .

To Sherlock's surprise, Brenda offered to speak with him in private.

"I can back off, Brenda, and don't say unnecessary things." His friend gave Brenda a warning look.

"Oh my God, Adrian, you should believe I've always had a sense of proportion," she blinked, "just a little question for the detective."

Adelia didn't say anything, and walked to the side of the carriage with a cane, about ten or twenty meters away from them.

After making sure that Adelia left, Brenda looked at the detective carefully: "You stayed overnight, and I haven't talked to you properly yet."

This sentence made Sherlock slightly displeased, but he only corrected it gently: "Perhaps the wording of this sentence is not so appropriate."

Brenda was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. I have to say that she has the charm of a mature woman, with a trace of girlish innocence: "Please rest assured, I have my own heart, for you, of course It also includes that your friend doesn't mean that."

Sherlock waited in silence for her next words.

"I had some misunderstandings about Hudson. Maybe he told you, or maybe he didn't." She didn't make any extra greetings. "You should know how he knew me?"

"If it's about Lingmei's misfortune, I'm sorry." He recalled the text in the newspaper, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at his friend.

His friend was next to the carriage more than ten meters away, with his head down, not knowing what he was looking at. Obviously the distance between them was not far away, but it seemed that there was only a thin shadow left.

"Yes, I was the one who firmly identified him at the time," Brenda's smile darkened when she said this, "Later, it was recommended by Detective Brad—it seems to be the inspector now, and I After meeting with him and understanding the truth, I—”

She was silent for a while and struggled with her words.

"To be honest, I admire him a lot, I even say I admire him," she said without being uncomfortable. "He has been walking alone, but he is very—"

She paused again.

"Brave and determined," she said.

"Of course I do," he replied.

Would she know his friend better than herself?

After receiving such an answer, Brenda was a little happy, but she restrained herself a bit: "Uh, what I want to say is..."

She glanced at Adelia who was leaning against the carriage in a daze.

"He doesn't have any friends—" She seemed to be annoyed that she forgot to speak, "Forget it, I want to say, I beg you not to give up on him for any reason... even..."

She bit her lips, remembering the negative semantics when Adlia talked to her last night, which was even worse than when they first met: "Don't give up on him."

"Give up?" This sentence really made Sherlock a little puzzled. He vaguely felt that it was related to the question he decided to avoid for the time being, and even his intuition didn't give him the answer to tell him whether to ask, but Brenda obviously I will not answer.

"In short, based on my feelings of guilt and admiration, I hope he will have a better result..." She bit her lip again, with a wavering look, "You go to him quickly."

She said no more.

Sherlock looked thoughtfully at the lady, and nodded his farewell.It still seemed inevitable that he was being pushed to that conclusion, but he still decided not to deal with it for now.

"Before you leave Cornish, remember to visit again!"

Hearing Brenda's words, he didn't look back, just waved his cane, and walked towards his friend without stopping.

When Sherlock came to the carriage, his friend seemed a little impatient, and was writing and drawing on the ground with a cane.

"Are you waiting for me to help you into the car?" He retracted his rushing thoughts and joked as usual.

Adlia had no intention of this, but after Sherlock said so, she stretched out her hand instead: "Your honor."

"I really don't know if it's good or bad for you to become lively." Sherlock said helplessly, and after helping his friend into the carriage, he rolled over and sat down.

...he...or "she" is a bit too natural, but that's fine.

The horse started to run.

Adelia smiled and clenched her hands into fists for those around her.

Sherlock looked at her incredulously.

Adelia said: "Stretch out your hand."

He spread his hand under her fist.Then she opened her right hand too.

—a copper coin fell into his palm.

"You seem to be addicted to spreading money." Sherlock looked at the familiar penny, somewhat dumbfounded, "How many coins do you have in your pocket?"

"Ah, it's specially prepared for you, your commission," Adelia put her hand back into her pocket, and there were still a few coins in it, "It's also yesterday's gambling money."

"That's not generous, gentleman," Sherlock pretended to be dissatisfied, "it must be at least one pound based on your financial resources and consumption level."

Adelia looked ahead: "With my stingy and not-so-generous spending habits, there can be no more."

"I want to hit you on the head with a cane," he said.

"I'm very expensive. This is another price."

After a long time, Adlia said inadvertently: "What did Miss Tregennis tell you?"

"I didn't find out what she said to you," replied Sherlock slyly.

"She didn't say anything to me." She was confident.

"15 minutes is enough to say a lot." He didn't intend to say it, but he said it out of nowhere.

Sure enough, Adelia realized that the detective had overheard Brenda running into her room last night, but she had nothing to explain.Even if they are friends, it is better not to ask about the relationship between men and women.

She originally wanted to use this excuse to block it, but she stopped when the words came to her lips.

15 minutes is not enough to say? 15 minutes is not enough for anything?Adelia found that the time when she seemed to be alone and widowed seemed a bit confusing. If she didn't say anything or do anything, it felt like a scumbag being caught.

Adelia felt pain in her heart: Obviously I can't do it, why should I face this predicament.

On the contrary, Sherlock's tone was very brisk: "Adrian, you need to pay attention, after all, the lady has her own heart, so don't get into trouble."

With some hypocritical teachings.

"You can clearly guess that it has nothing to do with the affair between men and women." She was helpless.

"Who knows, after all, she is a very attractive woman." He stretched his waist very comfortably, wishing to squeeze his friend under the car, put the hat on his face and refuse to communicate, very Leaning freely, the long legs almost reached Adlia's calf.

"Don't go too far, Holmes," she warned.

The gentleman didn't realize it, and looked like he was asleep.

Adelia: He's too much too!So angry.

But when she calmed down, she started to think about it again, thinking about Sherlock's comments on Brenda.She remembered that day when she chatted with Smith about the character setting of "Sherlock Holmes" in the book, as if he didn't treat any woman differently except Irene who was brave and wise in a certain case... She... She She always felt that she might be a little worried about gains and losses, but she always felt that if she really told the truth, she might lose everything about "Adrian Hudson".

Or maybe she wasn't "Watson" either, and she didn't seem like an "attractive" woman.

Back at the small villa, Ms. Judy, who had received in advance that they were coming back for Christmas Eve, had prepared dinner in advance, and prepared a bottle of tequila in accordance with Adelia's wishes.

"If you want to drink strong alcohol, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to accompany you, Adrian." After Sherlock sat down, he looked at his friend intently. "You should know that I always thought that alcohol would paralyze my brain."

"Yes," she picked up the bottle, "excess alcohol into the bloodstream, vasodilation, hyperactivity, alcoholic cirrhosis, acute pancreatitis—I can list a hundred evils of wine, just as I can list A hundred kinds of disadvantages are average."

She draws out her tone as if to sigh.

"But today I want to drink a little."

The bottle cap opened with a "pop" sound.

Despite Sherlock's refusal, she poured Sherlock half a glass of wine, and then filled a large glass for herself.Thanks to her high levels of alcohol dehydrogenase, she can still be considered comfortable with alcohol.

Entering the room, there is a warm fire and a hot dinner. The two are already familiar with each other, so they are naturally dressed relatively casually.Adelia stared at the opposite person from a special angle. He was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a golden watch chain. He was the usual dress of fashionable gentlemen, not the brown cloak that she remembered from novels. And the iconic deerstalker hat.And his appearance is quite handsome, Adelia had to admit that when she first met him, she paid extra attention to his eyes, which had a rare, beautiful and gentle color, but the high browbones It makes it deep, and its tough character makes it shine.

She paid attention to his eyes more than once, the occasional gray-green in the morning, and a layer of gem-like blue under the shadows, just like Loch Lomond, which is born with different shades of color, when she concentrates on it , it can take on different meanings.

She couldn't help but wanted to talk to him, but she couldn't say it out. How could she say that she had taken the identity of "his friend" as one of the meanings of continuing to walk?Especially when this friendship started with a ridiculous and boring lie?If he knew—if he pretended he didn’t know—if he could live his life ignoring—

What a torment.

"You seem to be getting to know me again." Sherlock can always bring out a unique vibrato when he talks about the "r" sound of "recognize".

Yes, I also re-recognized that when you speak, sometimes you speak with calmness, with sonorous and determined strength, or with sly and rogue ridicule.she thought.

She is not used to describing a person with long and long adjectives, but maybe she was also a little nervous tonight, and because she drank the first sip of wine by herself, her thoughts were a little mixed.

Withdrawing her gaze, her gaze fell on the golden, slightly swaying wine in the glass—her silence at this moment was undoubtedly abnormal.

The glass spun half a circle between her fingers, and the wine was about to spill out of the glass. She suddenly raised the glass, as if nothing happened: "Yes, to celebrate the first Christmas Eve we spent together !"

"Happy Christmas Eve," Sherlock said helplessly, and also raised his glass, "Let me declare first, I won't get drunk with you."

The author says:

There is r in both recognition and recognize, so what we Lao Fu said is not pinyin!

I am so happy to write this paragraph of psychology!Let the friendship go bad quickly, please, it's almost 20 words!

adr: Does he know or not?

Fu: Does she want me to know or not?Does she know that I know?

Then I would like to thank you all for your landmines and nutrient solution. This text is written as you like, and I don’t plan to update it every day. Seeing that everyone is so hungry, I decided to stick to the daily update. In order to be worthy of everyone, I save it Let's save it and try to write each chapter longer!Do you want to read long or short?I feel that the length of this book seems to be getting a little bit out of control (I originally planned to finish it at 20w, but I didn’t expect 20w to express my intentions, so I went there)

Old Fu, can you enlighten me!ah!

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