My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adelia couldn't help but turned her back to him and rolled her big eyes. Even the last time he used her business card to go to Hampshire, she had never been so speechless.She really wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, she closed the door heavily behind her back, and then she remembered something after a while, and opened the door, the detective's movements didn't seem to change much, just curled up a little tighter.

She took out a handkerchief from her pocket, passed the water over the pool, and then said: "Get up quickly when you wake up, the person you called will arrive in a while, after all, someone reminded me to remember this matter."

"Prohibition of yin and yang." His voice was muffled under the quilt.

Adelia was a little helpless and a little annoyed. For some reason, she still couldn't help laughing, but she couldn't explain what the smile meant.

The door closed behind her, she covered her mouth and nose with her handkerchief, opened the door of Sherlock's room, opened the window completely, went to the lamp again, found a cheap-looking quilt to wrap the whole lamp, and then Putting down the handkerchief and going downstairs, I found a bush and threw it there temporarily.She was thinking wildly, even though she covered her mouth and nose, why did she still smell like that person, as if a single song was engraved in her mind in a loop.

She has not analyzed her feelings or emotions for a long time, and she can't even describe such feelings.

Just as she was "throwing rubbish", she saw Sherlock's guest, Sterndale.

Facing the person who caused her friend to carry out the experiment conducted by a fool, it was difficult for Adlia to have a good tone. Like a nobleman, she gently patted off the dust that did not exist on her hands, but she was unwilling to agree with him. He shakes hands.

The proud lion hunter probably knew that she was the one who tried his best to save Brenda, so he had a rare look of shame on his face: "Sir, what do you want from me?"

Adlia knew instantly that Sherlock was doing things in his own name again.

And Sherlock, who was still weak just now, appeared at the door of the villa, and now he seemed to be in good spirits again. His hand rested on her shoulder, but it fell lightly, and seemed to retract.

Adelia: If you want to let it go, if you want to let it go, it's not too tiring.

She pulled his handcuffs away, with a little displeasure.

But he put it up again, not like the way he approached the "gentleman's hand" before, as if he went back to the time when she didn't know her identity.Perhaps this kind of strength made Adlia slightly brush away some distracting thoughts, but she didn't brush them away again.

"I'm sorry that I called you in the name of my friend," his voice was still a little hoarse, "maybe you would like to talk to us."

The tall African explorer glared at them with his majestic round eyes: "If it wasn't for Mr. Hudson's sake, I wouldn't have come."

"But this matter is indeed closely related to you." Sherlock made a gesture of invitation.

Sterndale was puzzled, but he walked patiently ahead into the living room.

Adelia originally wanted to wait for Sherlock to go in before entering by herself, but Sherlock still maintained that posture, a little backed down in front of her, and she glanced at him and finally walked to the front.

Maid Judy wanted to ask if they needed lunch, but Adlia gestured for her to wait, and the three of them sat down in the living room.

"Now, you can tell what's going on," Sterndale said.

Adelia thought that after knowing that she was a woman, Sherlock would pull away, just like he wanted to put her shoulders on her shoulders and hang them awkwardly, but he didn't, and sat next to her as usual.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but it's more intimate than usual.

"I thought you were prepared to come here," Sherlock said, as if saying that the weather was fine today. "Are you sure you didn't know I was going to talk about the death of Mortimer Tregennis?"

Stedale stood up abruptly, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he clenched his fists: "You are too much, sir!"

His lips trembled with restraint, he was suppressing his anger, but was not successful, and every word he said revealed the taste of gnashing of teeth: "I must remind you, sir, that I have been in the company of savages and beasts for a long time, and I have my own law."

Adelia lost her temper somehow, and silently slapped the gun on the table—very indifferent and unkind.

Sherlock never thought that his friend would behave like this, and he didn't even have time to think about how to ease the atmosphere a little bit.Obviously he was the one who started it, but now his friend started to provoke him.

He could tell that her emotions were affected and she acted out of line with her usual temperament.

But he didn't hate this rashness either.

"What do you mean?" Sterndale said stiffly, obviously unwilling to face Adlia.

"I despise behaviors that don't respect life." She said indifferently, and glanced at Sherlock.

Sherlock, who was shot at, was silent for a moment, pulled the topic back, and gave up his slightly dramatic plot design: "I don't know you before, I have no intention of harming you, and with the evidence in my hand Enough to hand you over to the police, but neither did I."

Sterndale was still glaring, he closed his eyes forcefully, and sat down resentfully: "The reason for my compromise is definitely not guns, sir!"

He still didn't hold back his aura, but everyone present could hear his flinching.

"Pay attention to your attitude." Adelia said coldly.

How could Sherlock dare to provoke his friend who suddenly took the gunpowder again, so he could only ignore Adlia who was holding back.

"Mr. Sterndale, I hope you understand that I've called you in the hope of exchanging frankness for frankness, for Ad-Adrian's sake, and for the sake of comatose Brenda, my lord." One step depends entirely on your answer."

"Then stop beating around the bush." ​​He snorted heavily.

"After I saw the scene of Mortimer's death, I instantly connected the two scenes with the expression of the deceased," he said with a smile. "When I suspected that it was related to a special burning poison, everything changed." It's difficult."

"There is no sign of intrusion, and the one closest to the fireplace is the most serious," he recounted. "Mortimer claimed to be sitting near the window because he was afraid of the cold. evidence."

"It's almost impossible for Mrs. Potter, she has no motive, and if she does, she won't be with us for so long in a room with a burning fire, not to mention she has countless opportunities to kill three people, If she had put off any longer that night, Ms. Brenda might have been spared."

"And by the time I suspected Mortimer, Mortimer was dead." His gray eyes were judgemental.

"Then what does this have to do with me?" He still forced himself to remain calm.

"This case hasn't been published in the newspaper yet, and you who were going to Africa decided to give up your trip and come here—who will send you a letter? It's so fast, and why did you give up your trip so easily?" Sherlock put on a confident smile "After you came back, you claimed to be friends with the Tregennis family. As far as I know, after you left us, you went to the Tregennis house and saw the dead Owen and George, right? Saw Brenda in a coma."

"I'm afraid you may have guessed something when you saw their faces," said Sherlock. "I learned from Mr. Roundhay that you and Mortimer were on good terms, but after the tragedy you didn't Mortimer who doesn't care about family suffering and is alone."

"But I know that you visited him in the wee hours of the morning," he said as if he were really there, "you knocked on the window and ushered you in, and he changed his clothes slowly, and you lost patience, After pacing at the window, I went straight in through the window, and I knew it was Mortimer who had lighted the lamp, and he asked what you wanted."

"And you gave him a taste of the horror that Brenda suffered, and poured the poison into the lamp—"

"Damn! You can't be right behind me!" He gasped.

"You control yourself not to inhale the poisonous gas, and press him on the chair until he loses the strength to struggle—maybe you can't hold it anymore at this moment, get up and go to the window by yourself, wait until he is completely motionless, then you open the window He left the way he came—I believe you don't want poisonous gas to harm Mr. Reverend."

"So, sir, your motive?"

He took all the strength of a giant with just a few words.

Stedale covered his face with his hands and finally leaned back on the sofa.

After a long time, he finally said, "No wonder Brenda always compliments me on your character, Hudson."

He didn't use an honorific title, as if he regarded Adelia as a fraternal person.He took out a photo from his chest and put it on the table.

It was a bust of Brenda.And this confirmed Sherlock's speculation.

Adelia pinned the gun back to her waist.

"I love her, and she loves me, that's why I live here in seclusion," he whispered, "Her husband is a villain, but she won't get a divorce because of the law, Brenda is waiting, and I am waiting , and wait for that villain to die under his own debauchery."

"A few years ago, Brenda told me that the divorce application was starting to be gradually released. We were all very excited. I recently received a letter from Africa. There are some unfinished work left by me. Brenda said, When I come back this time, we can be together openly and aboveboard."

He lowered his head in pain, his beard covered his lips, making it impossible to see the movement of his lips.

"Mrs. Potter knows our secret. I came back after receiving her message. Hela, I only need to listen to her description and see Owen and George. I know what happened. As for what I did afterwards, Mr. Holmes, I admit that you speak as if you were behind me and saw it with your own eyes."

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth briefly, glanced at Adlia subconsciously, and moved away quickly after touching the other's eyes.

Adelia: Do you still want me to praise you?

"And about the poison, then?" asked Sherlock.

Dr. Sterndale was silent for a long time: "You may have heard of devil's foot?"

He looked at the two gentlemen who were somewhat dazed: "It can't be blamed for your lack of knowledge. This is a rare poison. There is only one specimen in the laboratory in Buda in Europe. This kind of root looks like a poison. The foot is half like a human foot and half like a sheep's foot. A missionary who studies medicinal materials gave it such an interesting name. Witch doctors in some parts of West Africa use it as a poison for trial sentences. Keep it a secret. I got this rare specimen under very special circumstances."

"Then how did Mortimer own it?"

"If it wasn't for—" a sob hid in his words, "When I showed him my collection, he was a little provocative, but I didn't take it too seriously. I usually told him the horror of this poison. He only regarded it as a curious rumor, he curiously asked me how to use it and when, I didn’t pay much attention to it...why didn’t I pay attention to it..."

"Actually, I haven't seen the poison when it's poisoned, but I know it when I see Owen and George." He covered his face with his hands again, and his frantic hair fell down sadly, "I told him, did you steal the devil's foot from me, and he admitted that he couldn't be questioned, and he quibbled that he just wanted them to faint and taste the fear, and I said—then I'll let you taste it too." Taste it."

"Mortimer's for the property," said Sherlock firmly.

"Yes, he was able to kill his own brother and even his own sister...my Brenda...I swear that I will be his executioner."

Sherlock leaned back, obviously, he already knew the whole picture: "Then, have you ever thought about it, if Brenda is still alive?"

"I've never heard of anyone surviving the devil's feet."

Having said that, Adlia finally had room to speak: "There is one in front of you."

She tried very hard not to roll her eyes.

When it came to this topic, Sherlock seemed to lose some momentum.After debunking the truth, the detective who is in the highlight moment should sit comfortably and wait for the compliment from his friends, but I am afraid that he will not receive it today.Now he just wants her to stop asking—otherwise he has no way to explain why he doesn’t want her to participate in this experiment—one of the reasons is that he doesn’t want to see her pale, weak and helpless anymore, just like that day She looked embarrassed and curled up on the grass.

The explorer raised his head suddenly in surprise and looked at the indifferent doctor with eager eyes.

"At present, it is hoped that this drug will be discharged naturally," Adlia said without the slightest emotion. "She is getting better, but I'm not sure if she can wake up, or if there are other injuries."

"I don't care, as long as she lives." The explorer said firmly.

"But you are a murderer, sir." Sherlock seemed to be thinking about something.

After finally gaining some vitality, Sterndale showed some depression again.

"What was your plan?" Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, and put his hand behind his friend—well, it wasn't left behind.

"My heart is as hard as a stone, and I am not afraid of death, but I can't bear to part with Brenda," he whispered, "If Brenda doesn't carry it through, I'm going to go back to Africa and do my last job." After that, bury the body under the desert or in the rainforest; if she survives, sir, I will let you handle it, and I have nothing to fear or worry about."

The room fell into silence, and the three sat with their own thoughts.

Sherlock took out the cigarette case from his arms and held the cigarette in his mouth, but felt Adlia's death stare, and silently did not dare to light it, and could only simply hold it between his fingers.With such an interruption, his mind was confused for a moment.But he quickly figured out his plan: "Then let's leave it all to fate, if Ms. Brenda can wake up within two days, tell her all this, and ask her if she would like to go to Africa with you Go, if she is willing, let her decide everything about you, but don't come back to England; if she refuses, or if she doesn't wake up, then go away and follow your established plan—— Remember to destroy the poison."

"The murderer—"

"That's not what you should worry about," Sherlock said. "I have told the local agents that the key is the lampshade and the fire. If they are still blind, I'm afraid I don't have the time to give them the answer directly."

The explorer looked at the detective in a daze, as if he didn't understand why the other party decided to put it down gently, his eyes showed gratitude: "Thank you, I am very impressed with your talent, and I will no longer shy away from you for everything I have done , if there is any need, I can do it, I will do my best."

Sherlock didn't say anything, and watched Sterndale leave.

There were only two people left in the house.

Sherlock coughed softly as a cover-up: "I don't think you noticed the footprints and cigarette butts outside Mortimer's window?"

"If it was usual, I would definitely like to hear how your detective talent is displayed," she pursed her lips. "But now, I haven't thought about how to talk to you."

The author says:

Because this chapter has some content from the original work, it will be longer today!I'm brewing a more fragrant plot, and see when it can be brewed.

To be honest, after writing yesterday’s chapter, I was a little bit overwhelmed, but after thinking about the outline, I was halfway through, and I: ... To be honest, I can’t write anymore.

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