My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

The detective put his hand down and ended his movements with a light turn. He seemed to have reached some conclusions, but he didn't directly explain it. Instead, he suddenly remembered to care about his friends.

"Are you feeling a headache right now?"

Adelia was stunned: "A little bit."

Sherlock took his clothes from her hand and put them on again: "I can lend you the scarf, weak Dr. Hudson—I want to ask you how Brenda is doing?"

"She's still asleep, but she's starting to respond to painful stimuli. It should be getting better." Adlia hesitated, seeing that no one was paying attention to her words before she dared to draw such a conclusion. "But what happens next?" do not know yet."

She hugged Sherlock's scarf and had no intention of wrapping it around her neck for the time being.

"I hope she gets well," Sherlock wished indifferently. "Are you going to Terry Dannick Vassar or go back to our little cottage?"

"Go back," Adelia sighed, "There are other doctors watching over there, and it doesn't matter if I'm always there."

Sherlock seemed to be in a good mood, holding her shoulders with his right hand, waving his cane with his left hand, and chanting loudly: "The well of truth is both black and bright, where pale stars quiver, and hell lamps mock."

Adlia, who felt that her literary quality seemed to have lost: "I can't see that you are quite literary."

Hearing this sentence, Sherlock laughed unabashedly: "My writer, you should read a little more poetry anthology!"

Adelia: I need to google, whose poem is this?

"I thought you had forcefully emptied these things out of your brain long ago."

He seemed to be bursting with enthusiasm, and he could even start to joke: "I guess you're going to talk about my 'attic theory', but there are some things, just to take the opportunity to taunt my friend, I'm Reluctantly, I am willing to search for some fragments of words from the depths of my memory."

"Ah, I left the notebook at the pastor's house," he stopped suddenly, "you wait for me here."

He didn't care about waiting for Adlia, and ran back quickly on his own.About three or four minutes later, Adelia saw him talking to Mr. Roundhay at the door, and then walked towards her briskly.

"I haven't seen you take out your notebook." Adlia said, her respect for her friend is also here. Although the other party must have kept it from her, she considerately did not ask.

"Yes," he smiled, "perhaps it fell out when I took off my coat."

"I'm sure not," she snapped. "I can understand you don't want to tell me, but could you be a little more honest."

"Okay, then no," he replied perfunctorily, "maybe it's the cigarette case, or I just put my mind on it."

So Adelia was sure enough that the detective's return trip was definitely not for some notebook, but the detective didn't want to say it, and she didn't plan to press him, so she only patted his hand off.

"I know you're hiding it from me," she muttered.

Without answering, Sherlock climbed into the carriage first and reached out to her.

"You don't have to be so courteous." Although she was helpless, she still put her hand in his and climbed into the carriage with her strength.

"It should be, take care of the tired and weak doctor, especially since he brought me breakfast," he said.

"Please don't talk about being weak." Adlia handed him the extra bread in a paper bag from the kit, and took it back suddenly before Sherlock reached out.

"Huh?" He was puzzled, "Are you angry because of this...?"

"Your hands are dirty," she frowned. The clinical habit made her unbearable to eat without washing her hands after walking out of the ward. When it was extended to Sherlock Holmes, she could not accept leaving the scene of the crime without washing her hands. Feeling around."

If she didn't eat it, it seemed like she was taking it for nothing, but she couldn't overcome her dislike, so she thought about it and added another sentence.

"If you want to eat, even if you are Sherlock Holmes, I will despise you." She said seriously.

"It's very particular." He wanted to say that he would stop eating, but then he changed his mind, paused for a while, pretended to be careless and wiped his forehead, and bumped his elbow into the person next to him.

"What's wrong with you?" She really noticed his movements.

Sherlock's expression was as usual: "It's okay, maybe it's a little hot and sweating."

Adelia looked at his thin clothes, and his scarf was even around her neck: "How long have you not eaten?"

He was silent.

hell.Adlia took out the bread she had just put away, flipped the paper bag down and fed it to his mouth: "It's probably hypoglycemia, you can eat it quickly."

She has no good temper, especially when dealing with self-indulgent patients.

Well, he doesn't like toast, Sherlock thought, but it would be nice to add some sugar.

Knowing their destination, the coachman waved his whip, and the horseshoes began to run.Adelia doesn't like this bumpy carriage, but this trip to the Cornish Peninsula was carried out in this carriage, and she gradually got used to it, and finally fed her friend with hypoglycemia As she finished her slice of bread, she was ready to move on to pondering the weird mysteries of the Cornish peninsula, but her detective roommate seemed distracted.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was the one actively running around, and brought up other topics: "Tell me how Ms. Tregennis is doing now?"

"Because of the need to protect myself, I don't like to give an affirmative answer directly," Adelia sighed. "I usually say that the current situation has improved, but it is still not optimistic."

"You don't have to be so cautious when facing me," Sherlock said with a smile, "After all, I can guess a lot more than you imagined."

Adelia said unhappily: "I believe it, but I still want to provoke you."

"Huh?" He made an unidentified nasal sound.

"What did you see again?"

He turned sideways so that he could observe his friend more clearly: "For example, I believe that Brenda Tregennis will wake up, because my friend is a good doctor, and because she is really a strong girl. "

Although her heart has gradually turned towards continuing to practice medicine, Adelia is not yet fully ready to talk about it, so she just said vaguely: "I'm not a good doctor."

That's progress, at least she didn't say she wasn't a doctor.Sherlock still smiled faintly, not to expose his friend's weak rebuttal: "In the face of the same degree of panic, she is the strongest one, which makes me a little admirable. In addition, she Fascinating my nonchalant friend, I have to affirm her charm."

Adelia: They're all women, why am I so obsessed?

She glanced at Sherlock inexplicably, not quite understanding what he meant.But I can only go on and say: "She is really elegant and beautiful, and she has some courage that I didn't expect."

Thinking of the short, 15-minute conversation that night, she couldn't help feeling a little wistful.

Brenda said that her presence and persistence gave her some strength, but...Adelia swayed with half-closed eyes and fell into deep thought.Although she has gotten better recently, she still couldn't put away all the negativity, and the pessimism revealed in her voice was noticed by the sensitive and older girl, who refuted her words in a fierce tone and affirmed her personality.Thinking of Brenda's divorce and pursuit of true love again, Adelia sincerely admired it.

"Perhaps in this era, I will never see a more—" She thought about her words, and finally copied Sherlock's original words, "A more attractive lady."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, but turned around and stopped looking at her: "But there is still one in my mind."

This time, it was Adelia who asked suspiciously, "Huh?"

The detective stopped talking, and he began to hum a familiar tune. Although his eyes were closed, joy seemed to emanate from every strand of hair.Adelia was sure she had heard the tune, but she didn't remember it until she got out of the car.

"It's "The Wandering Story", isn't it?" She was a little proud.

"Congratulations, sir, that's a real problem," Sherlock tapped her on the shoulder with his cane. "Your concert ticket was not wasted."

He turned over and got out of the car, stretching out his right hand to help.

Adelia didn't think too much, and jumped out of the car with her strength: "Why are you so attentive?"

"I should," he said seriously, "after all, I've been tipped—besides, I need your help with something."

"If it's the job of a detective assistant, I'd be more than happy." Adlia said,

Sherlock had expected that what his friend said might be "difficult to shirk" or other neutral words, so he was quite surprised to hear such a proactive reply.He faltered for a split second, about to blurt out his initial thought, but he didn't.

"If I say, it's a kind of poison, what's your treatment like?" He said lightly.

Adlia hesitated for a moment: "Because there is no specific antidote, we can only treat the symptoms, oxygen inhalation, hydration, and if it is taken orally, it needs to induce diarrhea. In the current situation of Brenda and Owen George Look, I feel like it might be something—something like inhalation or exposure, it's more important to stay away from the causative agent."

Inhalation is more likely if her dizziness matters too.

"Our thoughts coincide with each other," Sherlock smiled. "I asked Mr. Roundhay to help us call the guests. I think he will arrive from time to time. Now it is-"

He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time: "12:30, I think we can have lunch at [-]:[-]? I think I don't have a good appetite, and I want to eat something light."

"I'll tell Judy," Adelia said, puzzled, "so what do you want me to do?"

The author says:

So is the added sugar really because of the bread or...?

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