My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Stop!"

Sherlock suddenly realized something, stopped the driver, rudely opened the car door and jumped quickly, and Adlia didn't dare to delay to follow.

"You wait here!" She only had time to greet the driver one last time.

Adlia went straight to the door: "Mrs. Potter, Mrs. Potter!"

Sherlock meanwhile tapped sharply on the window with his cane in an attempt to attract the attention of the occupants.

"Oh, my God, what happened——" Mrs. Potter was still in her pajamas, and she was pushed away by the gentleman just as she opened the door for some unknown reason, "Mr. Hudson?"

Immediately after, Sherlock also rushed in with a few big strides, leaving only one sentence of "excuse me" like the wind.

The reception room was the small room where they played the quiz game that day. When Adelia opened the door, she smelled a faint musky scent and felt a little dizzy. She saw that the fire was burning vigorously and the doors and windows were closed The first reaction was carbon monoxide poisoning. She didn't even have time to think about why the three of them were terrified before shouting, "Holmes, hold your breath—open the window!"

She strode directly to George, who was closest to the fireplace, to confirm his condition. She didn't know if it was because of the emergency, or if she was also holding her breath. She was a little hypoxic and a little dizzy.

After Sherlock entered the room, he only felt the heat rushing towards his face. Without hesitation, he threw his coat and hat on the ground and strode to open the window to take a breath of fresh air, then continued to hold his breath and turned around to the nearest Owen.

"Owen—Owen?" Sherlock tried to wake Owen.

Owen's face was flushed red, his glasses were so crooked that they almost couldn't hang on them, his fists were tightly pressed against his cheekbones, he was foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were trembling.

It was a look for help.

Brenda, who was closest to the window, chanted as if possessed: "The nightingale sings in the valley..."

"Holmes, put out the fire in the fireplace, and carry them out," Adelia relaxed a little after opening the window, and at least dared to breathe. She gave orders tersely, and walked up to Brenda to touch her carotid artery. , "They leave it to me."

"I--my God!" Mrs. Potter followed to the living room, seeing the unbelievable scene in front of her, she almost fainted.

George sat closest to the fireplace, motionless.

Sherlock trusted the doctor's judgment almost immediately, and did this seemingly stupid thing first without hesitation, and carried Owen out of the room.And the doctor was still ordering in an orderly manner: "Mrs. Potter, please bring some sticks."

Almost instantly, Adlia regained the muscle memory of being in the emergency room. She judged that George should be the most serious person, and took the lead in assessing his vital signs. has been lost.Immediately afterwards, she pulled Owen, who was foaming at the mouth, out of the chair and made him lie on his side. She couldn't wait for Mrs. Potter, so she directly took a piece of firewood and stuffed it into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

"The air can't be convected, so we still have to go outside," Adelia felt that the room was still stuffy, and her head was a little heavy. She made a decisive decision without hesitation, and directly carried Brenda on her back. The door also bumped into Mrs. Potter who was carrying something.

"I'm going to catch a cold—"

"Or die!" Adlia roared back.

Sherlock came back again holding his breath and wanted to carry George outside the house, but seeing Adlia struggling to carry Brenda, he helped her carry Brenda on his back instead.

What else?In this day and age, what else is there to do?She and Sherlock lowered Brenda to the ground with her head on one side, and did the same to Owen.Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and a thunderclap sounded in the sky.

"I'll get George—"

"It doesn't make any sense," Adlia's words sounded a little cold-blooded, "The body temperature dropped right next to the fireplace, beyond the time window of any medical measures."

"Damn it." She gritted her teeth hatefully.

Without cardiopulmonary resuscitation, without antiepileptic drugs, let alone various tests, she couldn't even tell their cause.

Calm down——she told herself, calm down, do what you can, what are the general emergency treatment measures?

Owen, who had been nodding his head, suddenly stopped.Adelia checked again that his carotid artery had stopped beating.

Fuck it, I want chest compressions.

She burst into flames.

This was her first chest compression in this world. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned his clothes and quickly measured the position of the middle and lower part of the sternum, just like she did in the emergency room before, kneeling on the ground with the heels of her palms Accurate positioning, hands overlapping ten fingers interlocking arms straight.

Rhythm, depth, and frequency, she is so familiar with it, she thought she would forget it, but only now did she realize that those things that have been practiced repeatedly have long been engraved into the bone marrow.

After thirty times, Adlia stopped.

Sherlock took the job in silence.

"The depth and strength are the same as I just did. If the ribs are broken, I'm afraid it won't be saved," Adlia panted, watching Sherlock make a few barely similar movements, and then reminded a few details aloud , "Take a break after thirty strokes."

The ratio of compressions to artificial respiration should be 30:2, but before she passed away, she had already simplified the process and could consider not doing artificial respiration, and Adelia decided to use this time to take care of Brenda.

Brenda's face was still terrified, but it seemed to be better than when she was indoors. Adlia felt her pulse again. Although it was weak, it was not uneven. She hesitated and pulled the cloth Randa rolled over and her ear was on Brenda's back.

The heartbeat seems to be normal, the heart rate is normal, and the heart rhythm is generally regular, and no strange noises are heard.Adelia's brain seems to be covered by black mist, she has a feeling of wandering, and even has some bad memories - when she was scolded at work before, she was knocked down by a truck and hurt To the moment of aphasia, the death of the teacher...

She forced herself not to be influenced by memories, but when she looked up and saw Sherlock, he was pressing beside Owen, but she seemed to see him say "I don't need you".

how so……

Her complexion is probably not better than Brenda's, but she forced herself to face everything in front of her, and she lost control of her rationality. She has no more ways to interfere with Brenda. When she can't think, she can only do some mechanical things. Repeat, and simply go to take Sherlock's job.

Sherlock did two rounds of compressions, and Adlia glanced sideways at the rise and fall of the chest, and then felt for the carotid artery pulse, but still found nothing. With a pale face, she decided to continue.

Mrs. Potter looked at them inexplicably: "What happened?"

"Immediately, call, the police!" Sherlock was not polite, and his expression was not very good.

The coachman who hadn't reacted at the door immediately said, "I'll go, I'll go now."

Then, for the sake of speed, he got off the horse and untied the car, and ran away on the horse.

Mrs. Potter stood by the side with red eyes, imitating the movements of the two gentlemen tremblingly touching Owen's arteries, almost unable to support herself and fell to the ground.

Sherlock didn't know the meaning of Adlia's strange movements, but he seemed to understand something, and didn't ask, just alternated with her in silence.When reaching the seventh alternation, Adlia checked his carotid artery without hope, but suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Sherlock in the next second.

Sherlock froze for a moment, and also reached out to touch his other carotid artery.

"It's a miracle."

Adelia's legs went limp, and she let herself lie back on the ground, trying to calm down her unsteady breathing.

"Get up and move them back into the room," Sherlock smiled and held out his hand to her. "It will rain in a while."

Adelia groaned|groaned in pain: "I can't move anymore."

But she took Sherlock's hand anyway, and let him pull herself up.

Only then did Sherlock notice that his friend was dripping with cold sweat, and his whole body was a little weak, almost falling when he let go.

"I really can't, I'll just sit for a while," Adlia's lips turned pale, "You bring them in first."

Sherlock looked at her with worried eyes, and she lay down again in embarrassment, her face was bleak, as if the vitality was rapidly draining from her body.Sherlock touched her forehead, which was cold and wet: "I'll put you—"

"Bring them in first, I'll be alone!" Her emotions seemed to be on the verge of losing control, but after she finished shouting, she suddenly withdrew her control slightly, "I'm sorry... I have to lie down for a while, I'm going get better."

Sherlock glanced at her again, silently carried Owen on his back first, and asked Mrs. Potter to help Brenda in.

"Mrs. Potter, please take us to their room. I think the living room is not suitable." Sherlock asked.

After a while, he came back again, and his friend changed his posture and huddled on the grass, like a shadow eroded by darkness, her eyes were tightly covered with her palms, and she seemed to be trembling slightly when she stared intently.

"Adrian?" he called to her, taking her wrist to try to stop her trembling.

"I'm fine," her tone was a little weak, "I just thought of something bad, please let me slow down——I won't drag you down."

Her last words were so low that even Sherlock barely caught them.

In Sherlock's eyes, she didn't seem to be okay at all. The doctor who had just performed a miracle seemed to be entangled in a nightmare. He tried to carry her back to the room, but she was tense and refused to cooperate. Hug up.

Five feet is close to six feet, but so light, even a little thin, that Sherlock doesn't even find it more difficult than holding a shilling.

He doesn't know why she mentions drag all of a sudden, but he says, as if casually, "Having you next to me is a big help."

She still tightly covered her eyes with her hands, as if she was trying to avoid something and didn't dare to look at anything. Her voice hadn't fully stabilized yet, and she was forcing herself to analyze rationally: "I think there is something wrong with the air."

"Well," he replied calmly, "I know all about it."

The author says:

555555 want to hug!

The moonlight three-point girl guessed it right~ It's the devil's foot, but I made some adjustments orz

阿德莉亚的噩梦之一是被拆穿身份后被当成老福的累赘，于是拼命维持自己的冷静想有所作用。老福都能get到的。感谢在2021-12-1021:53:06~2021-12-1122:18:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of lazy little wool; 7 bottles of small watermelon; 3 bottles of tea eggs;

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