My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Come and see me in my room at twelve o'clock?" Sherlock said, "I still have to pack up and receive guests, and I want to discuss some things with you first—ah, please remember, if I If there is no answer, you must open the door directly, so as not to delay important matters."

Adelia felt even more confused. She watched her friend's expression carefully and was sure that he had something to hide from her and was not going to be honest until now, which made her a little disappointed.But she still replied: "Of course there is no problem."

As soon as he entered the room, Sherlock strode towards his room, but when he reached the stairs, he looked back at Adelia: "You must remember."

"Of course." Adlia glanced at the clock again, always feeling a little uneasy.

According to what Sherlock said, she first went to Judy and explained that Sherlock wanted to eat lighter, and she received the speechless eyes of Judy's maid.

"Mr. Hudson, I'm not a person who likes to complain," Judy was a little distressed, "but I really don't know whether my craft is not to his liking or—"

She seemed to think that Sherlock was not easy to get along with.

Adelia was actually a little absent-minded, always wondering what Sherlock wanted to do, but she patiently listened to Judy's confession, and even found a little bit of "ah, he really is the detective in the book" in the confession. Feel.

Judy’s complaints from being bored and working alone in the villa range from not taking a bite of the food, serving it as it is, serving it as it is, to the smog in the room, almost drifting to the living room, to sudden strange noises in the room, to the detective not ringing the bell Suddenly calling her name across the room only to get her a glass of water - when the detective doesn't even bother to leave.

Adelia: ...he is Sherlock Holmes, I am sure.

She listened patiently, and finally she missed the detective more, gave some tips, and decided to stop these complaints.

"Sir, I don't mean to covet this—"

"No, no, he's just a weird person. He can even stop eating or drinking when he's thinking. I didn't expect him to think about drinking water." Adlia smiled gently and pushed the money away. To her, "Take it as a small compensation, thank you for your tolerance."

She took out her pocket watch and looked at the time. It was already [-]:[-]: "I still have a little business to deal with, so shall I go upstairs first?"

Judy hesitated to accept the money: "Okay, I can also prepare lunch."

Knocking at the door at twelve o'clock...Adelia came to the door of Sherlock's room by a ghost and listened carefully when she was walking upstairs, but she didn't hear anything.

I always feel like I'm doing something behind my back.

She hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door lightly: "Holmes?"

The door wasn't locked, it just opened.

A faint musky scent wafted in through the crack of the door.

Almost at that moment, many hallucinatory images that could not be distinguished from reality floated into her brain, and at that moment, she understood something-she even took out a handkerchief to cover her nose, and wrapped her arms around it to almost Kicking the door open and running to her friend—crazy, almost crazy.

She looked around the room, it was bright noon, and her detective friend was actually lighting the lamp. Thinking of the scene she saw for the first time and the second time, she understood in an instant, held her breath and turned off the lights for the first time, then ran over, holding Holmes in her arms. , crookedly trying to drag him out of the room and then slam the door shut.

Adelia didn't dare to breathe out until the door was closed, and a series of movements made her a little out of breath.

Sherlock didn't look well, his face was pale, his usually bright and determined eyes lost focus, showing a terrifying and sad expression, his lips were slightly parted, as if he wanted to shout but didn't.

Adelia may have inhaled that gas unintentionally, as if a ghostly sense of foreboding came straight to her head, her forehead was cold and wet, her hands and feet were even weak and she couldn’t make any effort—it was like entering the gas that night. Tregennis house-like feeling.

She understood everything in that instant.

"Holmes?" She couldn't help the tall detective, and called him in a trembling voice, "Holmes? Are you okay?"

Mr. Detective still didn't seem to come back to his senses, his face was pale and stiff.

Adelia wanted to call Judy downstairs, but she called a few times, perhaps because there was no answer in the kitchen, so she could only half-hug and half-drag him to her room, thinking that at least he would Lie down and feed some water, then she will go to the doctor again...

"Adrian?"

He called her name weakly, but he still didn't seem to be awake, but his gray and godless eyes seemed to look at her to confirm something.

"Huh?" Adelia didn't react, "I guessed that you—" You are doing something risky, if I knew in advance, I would definitely stop you.

But she didn't finish her sentence.

The originally weak detective suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms. Adlia couldn't even tell whether it was a muscle contraction or a simple hug from him.But if it's stiff, no one just uses their arms so hard?

"Are you slowing down?" Being able to speak and move is similar to her reaction in Tregennis House last time, so maybe he hasn't inhaled much, and Adlia can feel relieved to some extent.In addition, the doors and windows of her room were not closed, and the air convection was good, so she didn't seem to be in such a hurry for the time being, "How long have you been doing it?"

After all, she couldn't bear to let people sleep on the floor, so Adlia decided to try her best to bring people to bed.As expected of the detective's physique that has fought in a boxing match, he looks medium-sized or even thin. He is really pressed on his body, and Adlia can barely move it.

"You can go by yourself if you have the strength." Adelia, who was about to be strangled to death, couldn't hold back her muttering while exerting all her strength.

The detective closed his eyes, and the frightened expression faded away, but his brows were still frowning.

Thanks to the original owner of the villa, two single beds were prepared in the guest room, and Adelia, who was struggling to move to the side of the bed, was finally able to put him down, and when she bent over and was about to push his hand away and get up, he As soon as she lifted her leg, she was stunned to roll her whole body down—two people squeezed out of the narrow single bed.

It's dying.

Adelia was still pressed under him with one hand, and her body was clamped by his iron arm, while the detective's face was completely buried on the side of her neck and next to her ears, and her breathing almost brought an itch to her heart.Until now, she finally realized the difference in physique and strength between men and women.

Adlia, who had never experienced such a battle before, was stunned for a moment: "Sherlock Holmes! Let me go!"

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!Adelia was going crazy with garbled characters in her mind. She couldn't even feel whether the beating was her own heartbeat or the other party's.And his voice seemed to come from very close and yet far away.

"Alive..." His chin rubbed against her carotid artery.

If I die, it must be by your hands.Adelia's face didn't know whether it was agitation or depression, she blushed almost from the bottom of her neck - she had never done this before after finishing a whole bottle of spirits.

"If you don't let me go, you're going to die!" She said viciously, but she didn't know whether this viciousness came from real threats or anger.

His hair was uncomfortably disheveled, and it tickled beside her cheek.

Adlia tried her best to calm down, touched his neck with her free hand, and was finally able to reveal that the pounding heartbeat came from herself. She used the countdown method commonly used in clinical practice, "1001, 1002, 1003..." Counting steadily, I roughly estimated the heart rate of the other party, and then listened to his breathing with held breath. His breathing seemed to slow down slowly, which was about 20 times normally.

"Get up," she almost gave up calling him, "I'll call the doctor."

The detective seemed to be listening, muttering in such a low voice that she could barely hear it if she wasn't close enough.

"Inappropriate," he whispered, "inappropriate... Adrian..."

Just talking about the inappropriate detective, still pressing down on her, not giving anyone a chance to struggle.What's more terrible is that what flashed back in her mind was the way he smiled and teased her when they were drinking together that day.

She seemed to realize suddenly that he was a man.

And it seemed to realize once again that it was a rather handsome man.

Not the paper image in the book, but an upright, energetic, adventurous, sometimes a little bit considerate, and a bit poisonous, who regards her as a friend, her friend.

"If Judy comes up, you can wait to be hanged." Adelia didn't know whether she was ashamed or annoyed, and said what she said without thinking.

"It's not appropriate..." he was still muttering.

Adelia: "Yeah, I don't think it's appropriate either."

He knew, he must have known, even if he politely withdrew his hand before not entangled with her secret, but she had to face the reality.She didn't know why her heart was ashamed.

I want to escape, but I can't escape.

In fact, when Sherlock returned to his senses, Adlia felt something—his hand was suddenly retracted, and then let go.By the way, she never expected that his strength could be even greater, so that she didn't break her waist.

She closed her eyes and waited for a while, convinced that the other party had let go.

Well, let’s celebrate that Sherlock Holmes didn’t die casually in a small village because he was a child doing experiments before the publication of "A Study in Scarlet".

Adelia was already paralyzed, unable to face her own emotions, nor could she face her friends.Silently she kicked Sherlock's legs away, then moved his head, not so gently, and his hands away.

She felt that her whole body was about to be soaked in someone's body temperature smell, which made her a little uncomfortable, and even the tip of her nose still had some tobacco smell and a... a smell that she couldn't describe.

Transparent and vital.

She said silently in her heart, I am a man, I am a man, I am a man, and then suppressed some irrelevant and even a little charming thoughts, and looked at a person whose expression seemed completely unaffected by her big movements, she finally vomited a little She breathed a sigh of relief, because she knew that the most uncomfortable person must be a certain detective—after all, no matter how slow he was, he must have discovered it.

And she felt strangely calm in the helplessness just now, or this state was closer to breaking a can.

She went to the door and wanted to call Judy or find a doctor, but she felt strangely that the big detective probably had nothing to do, so she said awkwardly and casually: "Mr. Holmes sleeps really well."

"It couldn't be better." His voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed to have returned to his usual state.

He couldn't explain his faux pas just now, and he couldn't even explain why he didn't want to let go of his hand after waking up, so clumsily trying to confirm her existence—soft, clinging, and warm.

But it is so empty, as if the light and shadow of the sun will gradually go out as the night comes.

He could only tighten and tighten again, and finally he was able to confirm her existence.

He was confident that he had no fear, but when that kind of unreasonable terror haunted him, it was she who appeared in front of him—strangled to death by the patient in front of him, trampled by a horse's hoof, hanging on the white silk, and crossing her weapon ...and she stretched out her hand to ask him for help, but he didn't hold back, and finally sank into the swamp without a sound.

Oops, the first sentence was supposed to be "I already know the whole process".

But at this moment, he couldn't explain the whole process of his fascination with her.

The author says:

Finally wrote this sentence of the summary!Sherlock's hallucinations are all kinds of dead appearances of adr (crossed out). Jeremy’s version is the Reichenbach Falls, but Lao Fu hasn’t experienced so much now, and the closest death of the people around him may be the suicidal tendencies that ADR has always had before (no).

55555 I feel that Lao Fu Weiwei has a little love brain, so my sister and sister won’t blame me for writing like this (white lotus tone)

But in fact, it has more than 20 words. My purpose of writing this book is to make Lao Fu enlightened first! ! !

adr: enlightened?What enlightenment? (ignorant)

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