My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Mrs. Porter's words were a bit rambling, but Adlia immediately understood that Mrs. Porter probably meant that she wanted to take care of Brenda herself, or that she had pulled Owen by herself, and Mrs. Porter seemed to grab him. The straw generally catches itself.

And Sherlock's thoughts are also very clear: he understands Mrs. Porter's purpose, and he also knows that if there are other treatments, he believes that Adrian will take action immediately, and he may be responsible for handing over the patient to other doctors and leaving by himself. There is no more way.And his friend suffered setbacks due to various medical accidents, and it is probably the best choice for him to come forward to maneuver at this moment.

What's more, Adrian's mental state seems to have just improved, if——

"I understand what you mean, Mrs. Potter," Adria sighed, "but I'm afraid I have nothing better to do."

"You can do it, you can do it," she said quickly, "I can't help it, I..."

A deep sense of helplessness swept Adelia's heart. She could not cure people's diseases, nor could she save the sick people.

For a moment, her expression returned to the way Sherlock first knew her, tired and indifferent, but that expression quickly disappeared.

"You go back first," she seemed to be compromising inwardly, "tell that doctor that you need some pure salt, he should have it, and then I remember that George has a whole set of equipment?"

"Distillation? Yes."

"Then please ask that doctor, get some more distilled water, and then mix pure salt and distilled water according to the ratio of nine grams of salt per liter of water—do you understand?" I'm afraid there is no high-pressure steam sterilization here, so I can only do my best, Her heart was still swaying, but all the possible ways to deal with it rushed into her mind uncontrollably, "and, if there is an oxygen bottle, it would be better to breathe oxygen."

Mrs. Potter nodded.

"It will take some time to prepare for these, you go back first, I will come later."

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Potter nodded and ran out. Adelia stood by the door and watched. The sea breeze was gentle, but she felt cold all over her body.

"You're afraid." Sherlock's voice was as calm as ever.

"A little bit," Adelia closed the door and looked back at him. "It's hard for me to be sure that I'm doing the right thing when the cause is not clear."

Sherlock looked at her steadily: "I guess it's poisoning."

Adlia's eyes widened.

This expression made Sherlock laugh: "Don't tell me you don't think so."

Now Adlia was a little embarrassed: "I have never seen such a poison. I was inclined to overdose on a hallucinogen, but as far as I know, the hallucinogen is frightening——"

She thought about her words, but unfortunately she is not a professional in poisoning, so she couldn't say it well.In fact, asking Mrs. Porter to prepare normal saline was just a gamble on whether hydration would work for Brenda.

"You can't ask yourself to be omniscient, my friend, my good doctor," Sherlock put his right hand on his friend's shoulder, and led him into the house, "Do your best, after all, we are facing the unknown."

"Cure sometimes, help often, and always comfort," Adlia repeated in a low voice what she knew from the first day she entered the medical school. "Whether it works or not, it is also a kind of comfort to Mrs. Porter."

She cheered up: "I have to go up and prepare the tools I need. Holmes, are you going to come with me or do you think about the case by yourself?"

"I'm thinking, maybe I'll help you the most by thinking about the case."

"Perhaps yes, at least you told me that you suspected that they were all poisoned, which gave me great encouragement." Adelia laughed and stepped up the stairs in a few steps.

"Wait, you seem to take my speculation directly as the answer," Sherlock called out to her suddenly, "Although I trust my own judgment, I—"

He didn't finish what he said, but she already understood it.

"I believe it too." Adlia turned around, interrupted him, leaned on the railing, and smiled at him with stretched eyebrows. "Then, shall we perform our duties?"

Her shadow swayed in his eyes, and it was hard for him to explain the secret ups and downs in his heart at that moment. He found that his friend's green eyes were gentle and bright, and his back was thin and straight, just like the one he saw every day.

"It should be so." The corners of his mouth also curved slightly.

Adlia returned to the room, took out Professor Parker's notebook, read it at her usual reading speed, and once again matched the knowledge in her mind with the current medical level. The tool bag that Professor Parker had given her was turned inside out.

Even Sherlock didn't know she was carrying this bag. Thinking of this, a smile came out of the corner of her mouth, but she didn't realize it.

Bring a bag and a notebook. Sherlock was not in the living room when Adelia went out. Adelia thought about it and explained to the maid, hoping that he could bring the answer before Brenda woke up, otherwise his There is no opportunity to display one's abilities.

After she finished speaking, she felt that she was a bit aggressive again. After all, she was not sure whether she would be able to play a role, but she did not take back the words, so she went directly to Tridanik Vasa.

During dinner time, Mr. Hudson's friend did not come downstairs. Maid Judy inevitably hesitated whether to deliver dinner. In addition, she really remembered that Mr. Hudson had entrusted her with a message, so she did not wait until 07:30. Judy, who heard the summons, couldn't hold back and knocked on the door of Mr. Holmes' room.

"Please come in."

A deep voice came from the door. This is really a weird person. Judy murmured in her heart. She held the dinner with one hand, and opened the door with the other hand. As soon as she opened the door, she almost choked and coughed out.

But she maintained the maid's self-cultivation, resisting the itch in her throat: "I put your dinner on the table?"

He didn't make a sound, and still maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his eyes were unfocused, he only knew to smoke, and the pipe seemed to have no new smoke.From Judy's point of view, he might just be indulging in tobacco, or in a mechanical action.

wack.Judy couldn't think of more descriptions, and obviously she didn't see it like this when she walked and ate with Mr. Hudson.She received no reply and silently put the plate on the table.

Originally, she planned to go out like this, but after thinking about it, she felt that she couldn't ruin the house, so she turned around and opened the window a little, which finally made her feel more awake.She hesitated for a moment, but opened her mouth to break the peace in the room.

"By the way, Mr. Hudson let me tell you..."

The gentleman's eyes rolled slightly, maybe her words caught the other's attention.

"He said, if Brenda wakes up, I'm afraid you won't have much room to play, so hurry up." She repeated in a dry tone.

Sherlock didn't give any more response, and Judy exited the room feeling bored.

Sherlock was still sitting on the sofa, as if it was not his room that opened and closed the door. He was sitting in the house, as if he was in the wilderness. The sea breeze was blowing, and the light and shadow of the moon gradually tilted and stretched towards him.

The three of them had seizures almost at the same time. Judging from the traces outside the house, it was hard for him to say what kind of shock it was, if it was really a shock... He remembered the cloudy and dark night that night, if something or someone really threatened them, At least close enough, but he didn't find any extra tracks or anything.

He stood up, and even though he was in his own room, the Tregennis mansion seemed to appear in front of him.He wandered quietly about the house, as if rehearsing some sort of gait.

I need to check it out again.Something came to his mind.

But the next day, before he had time to go out, he was greeted by a panicked pastor.

"I'm sure we're haunted by the devil, sir! I can't sit in my room alone, and I don't even know if I need a doctor—" He was agitated, flustered and incoherent, holding his rest tightly. Locke's arm.

"Wait a moment," Sherlock ushered the frightened guest to the sofa and poured him a glass of brandy. "I think I'd like to hear what happened."

Ah—I'm going to be criticized by my friends for only using all-purpose brandy.

Mr. Roundhay was pale, and seemed to come to life after drinking the brandy.

"Mortimer—he's dead too, I found out this morning, and I thought of telling you right away after I called the police, Detective," he said, "just like the Tregennises, and I'm hardly different. Dare to look at his terrified expression again, I wanted to ask the police to call Mr. Hudson, but when the police arrived, they said it was useless, and my body temperature was so cold."

Sherlock stood up abruptly, with a stern look on his face: "My friend is still in Terry Dannick Vassar, I don't think we should bother him—can your carriage take me?"

As he spoke, he put on his overcoat and hurried away with Roundhay.

When he arrived, unexpectedly, Adelia had already arrived.

"You got the news earlier than me?" Sherlock greeted Adlia.

"Yeah, I didn't even have time to consider that you didn't have breakfast." Adlia's eyes were a little tired, obviously she didn't have a good rest last night, "I brought you bread."

"I don't have time to eat." He said, obviously he was only focused on the case.

Adelia hesitated for a moment, seeing that the police didn't notice them, she whispered into his ear: "I tricked them with Inspector Brad's letter, and they allowed you to enter the scene—but don't tell me. "

"Good job." He also whispered approval.

Then he took off his coat and scarf very chicly, this time he didn't throw them anywhere, but directly threw them to Adlia, put his hands on the door of the room, and looked inside.

Adlia also followed him to look into the room: the lights in the room were extinguished, and there seemed to be lingering smoke, which added a certain gloomy atmosphere to the room.The room looked tidy and empty, and it was not difficult for Adlia to analyze that the other party and herself seemed to have a similar state of mind, always leaving as soon as they said it.Adlia had already seen the dead body and made a preliminary examination. Poor Mr. Mortimer's dark and thin face was distorted out of shape, as if he had been greatly frightened, and his limbs were convulsed. , causing him to tilt to the point where he couldn't even sit on a chair.

Mr. Roundhay said that Mortimer had changed into pajamas and went to bed after nine o'clock, but he was in ordinary clothes at the moment, and he might have changed.

Adelia didn't know if it was because she didn't sleep well at night and she was a little groggy and dizzy, but it was still within the tolerance range. The window of the room was opened by the servant, and some fresh wind was occasionally brought in, which could make her feel better .In addition, the detective's actions are as entertaining as a drama, and she can temporarily forget the headache.

Just like a surgeon who is used to holding his hands in front of his body after washing his hands, Sherlock likes to put his hands on his hips when he observes the ground—the position is not all at the waist, but a little higher. In Adlia's simple way of describing it, it is the seventh line of the midaxillary line. The position of the left and right ribs.He seemed to have found some traces on the ground, bent over to look at it, his footsteps seemed to be imitating something, each step was big, but each step stopped slightly.He walked to the bed, seemed to be carefully assessing something, and then easily stepped out without touching the window frame.

The Vicar's windows were different from the Tregennis's, the Tregennis's were small windows that it was hard to believe anyone could get in and out of, and the Vicar's had big windows.

Walking to the grass outside the window, he sometimes raised his head and looked up at the upstairs, his index finger seemed to be pointing at something, and then he walked back quickly as if thinking of something, and leaned over the window.Adelia didn't even have time to reach out to help.

Then he walked briskly up to Mortimer's side.

Just like in the Tregennis house, he didn't shy away from getting too close to the dead body, and even reached to the tip of his nose, as if to take a light sniff.

Adelia: So close my eyes for now.

But she didn't really close her eyes, she seemed to accept it better than expected.

She also leaned over to take a look.

So she didn't miss the arc of the detective's mouth that seemed to have something to say.

The author says:

今天支棱一点多写点（感觉推案子是为了更好的感情线？）就回馈一下朋友们的地雷和营养液（我一滴也没有了）感谢在2021-12-1400:12:09~2021-12-1422:45:37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 who threw mines: 2 for Wang Qiqi and Benqi; 1 for Trista Nana;

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