My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adlia really didn't think about how to talk to Sherlock, and went to Judy with a cold face to ask her to bring her lunch to her room, so she stopped eating with Sherlock in the living room.

Sherlock silently put the cigarette back into the case, and followed her step by step.

She didn't turn her head until Adelia had reached the door of the room: "Sir, do you have anything to say?"

She still looked sulking, her voice muffled, her eyes wide open.

"I'm waiting for someone to hold me accountable." Sherlock was so guilty that he didn't dare to look directly into her overly bright green eyes.

"Responsible?" Adelia laughed out loud, "Why should I be responsible for your life?"

"Uh... because you are a doctor?" The shrewd detective was stunned for a moment.

Adelia only hated that she didn't have a cane in her hand, otherwise she would definitely want to knock the detective on the head.

"I'm not a doctor, at least not at the moment." She said with a fake smile.

The two people met their eyes and communicated silently.

The rare, somewhat embarrassed Mr. Detective said: "Maybe I need to sort out my rhetoric?"

"Well," Adelia tilted her head, "Although you don't seem to be affected by the poisonous gas, I still suggest you drink more water and smoke less."

"Good doctor—"

He was answered by a closed door.

Sherlock was at the door, touching his nose. He had always been the only one who let others down, but it seemed to be completely reversed when he was in front of his friends.It's too much - he's just accommodating her willfulness.

Sherlock, who accuses the other party of going too far in his heart, is still a little weak at this point, after all, he knows that the one who is really tolerated is actually himself.

He hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat and raised his hand to knock on the door.

The door opened quickly, as if she was right behind it.

"What!" She was a little annoyed.

"I mean, I don't do experiments like this lightly."

"Well, it was not easy to make a random decision when we were in the carriage." She raised her head and looked at him, not giving in.

He froze for another second, and finally gave up struggling: "I admit that this is not something a smart person should do."

"You didn't even tell me your plans."

Sherlock was silent for another moment. In fact, he hadn't grasped the scale between good friends. If they were all men, he might have already pulled people to do this stupid and reckless experiment with great interest, but the moment before he invited her, He suddenly remembered her identity again, and felt that it shouldn't be true, not to mention she had already encountered her once - he didn't really want to see her pale and trembling appearance again.

And rationally, he rarely gets stuck, unable to draw a definite conclusion—how much of her anger is because of his risky risk, and how much is because of his actions to exclude her?

"I admit that I will resolutely reject you," Adelia sighed for a long time. Maybe she was excluded after all because of her awkward and overly stubborn personality, but she didn't have any plans to correct it. "But at least We can think of other ways, not so recklessly take what you think is the fastest."

"I know you are after excitement and novelty. After all, you are Sherlock Holmes, and I believe you can get out of danger." Adelia's eyes drifted. She couldn't remember all the content in the book, but she remembered that Holmes must have a lot or something. Tales of adventure alone or with Watson, "But as a friend, it is difficult for me to ignore. Unless you refuse my advice as a friend."

The voice of the last sentence is so soft that it is even unclear whether it means rejecting friends or refusing advice.

Sherlock looked down at her, silent.

"Or maybe you think I shouldn't be traveling with you, because I found out—" she went on.

"It doesn't affect our fellowship," he said quickly. "I'm not affected by that."

"I'm talking about I—" It's female.

"I will never refuse you because of that." Sherlock spoke quickly and firmly.

Adelia was startled by his sudden increase in volume, she blinked subconsciously, but her momentum weakened, and she gave up on herself: "You can say whatever you want, if you don't have it, you don't have it."

She muttered: "Anyway, sir, I won't allow my friend to fool around with his life, even if you are Sherlock Holmes."

For some reason, Sherlock remembered the hallucinations when the poisonous gas invaded and black smoke enveloped his thoughts. The appearance of her in the hallucinations was completely different from the vivid appearance at this time, and he instinctively wanted to grasp the latter.

And he did.

"Can you open the door all the way?" he asked politely.

Adelia didn't know why, even though she was a little annoyed, she still obeyed him to open the door completely—then caught off guard, she fell into a warm and firm embrace.

It was the same as the previous hug, but it seemed to be different. He hugged his friend, Adrian, or Adlia into his arms, fully awake, clinging, without rejection or temptation. Embrace.

His voice is right next to his ear, like a feather in his cochlea: "I want to apologize to you, but also thank you."

She was embraced so firmly, and the ambiguous emotions that had been deliberately ignored before suddenly fermented at this moment, and then she couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, and she didn't know whether to respond or not with her hands hanging in the air.Obviously I am not short, and my strength is not too small, why is being hugged by him like that, as if the whole person is embedded in his arms, without the will to move, just want to close your eyes lazily?

I wanted to ask for some apologies, but what I said was, "How far is our friendship?"

"Don't you think it's enough?" He was hesitant to let go, but he noticed that her hand was lightly grabbing the clothes around his waist.

Perhaps hugging at this moment is instead an escape, and she can not look at the other person's expression.

"You know...?" I'm not a man?She asked that question hopelessly, confirming his choice one last time.

"I don't know." He answered quickly.

So she knew that he knew, but she also instantly understood that he chose friendship. This discovery made her happy and a little disappointed, so she could only ask bluntly: "So the friendship between you and your good friend Trevor...? "Is that probably the case?

"I'm afraid I won't have a friendship like this again, Adrian," he called her Adrian, but the final nasal sound was so soft that he didn't even remember who Trevor was, "then Smith ...?"

She laughed suddenly, and her body seemed to tremble slightly, and as the laughter faded away, her body softened, and she completely accepted a hug, gently wrapped her arms around the other's waist, and patted The back of the detective.

If both of them are determining the degree of friendship, she believes that her detective friend is willing to ignore other things and only treat her as "Adrian" and treat her as a friend.

This is the result she wants, she told herself in her heart, and that is also one of the meanings of her future life.

"I knew you were curious about everything, and liked all dangers and challenges," she said softly, "Although I am lazy, if you need it, I don't mind running around. This is an exchange of friendship."

It's hard for Adelia to judge whether Mr. Detective is completely rational, but she carefully considers that he will not be swayed by impulse. This kind of promise finally made her feel relieved, but she couldn't explain the strange feeling of emptiness in her heart. so-so.She didn't notice that the embrace at this moment was more like a lover than a friend, the feeling when he hugged her tightly after losing his mind seemed to appear on the tip of her nose at the same time, and even her heartbeat seemed to be out of order-this made her She let go somewhat flusteredly.

After letting go, she was able to look at the pair of penetrating gray eyes, but she was unable to analyze the various thoughts in them, and the tacit understanding between the usual conversations seemed to suddenly disappear.

And she didn't know that the person in front of her also felt such an inexplicable emptiness.

The footsteps of the maid interrupted the quiet look at each other after the embrace was loosened.

Adelia took the lead in breaking free from her emotions: "Then, I'll eat first."

"Hmm," he said.

"I heard from Judy that you are going to become a fairy recently, so hurry up and eat."

"Yeah." He squeezed out his approval from his throat.

Judy didn't quite understand the inexplicable atmosphere between the two gentlemen, so she handed the plate to Adelia, who thanked her with a gentle smile, nodded to Sherlock and then turned around into the room.

Sherlock had lost his appetite because he was gassed, but before refusing to speak his lunch, he changed to: "Please send mine to the room too, thank you."

Then close the door, leaving behind the maid with an inexplicable face.

Back in the room, Adlia looked at the meal and was suddenly glad that she didn't invite Sherlock to lunch. At this moment, she suddenly realized that there seemed to be a different meaning when she called his name. for unusual.Maybe it's because every request of hers will be responded unconsciously, or maybe she puts herself in the important position of his future partner, and she seems to be drawing emotional needs from him.

The great desire of man is to eat and drink men and women.

When she thought of this, she stood up like an electric shock, and paced back and forth in the house in a daze until the Wu Zang Temple issued a warning.

Maybe it's just because she hasn't been with a man normally as a woman for too long, she quickly convinced herself, after all, she didn't have much experience in relationships in her previous life, so it's impossible for a man and a woman to get together, so it's considered ambiguous, right?

Countless cases of co-renting between men and women drifted through her mind, and she thought of Sherlock Holmes who should be single, and then thought about her own situation, and returned to a strange calmness.

It's been a long time since I established an emotional connection with a new person. Is this the official declaration of becoming friends?She was a little uncertain, but if she thought that he might only have a loyal friend like herself in his life, she couldn't help being happy about it.

After a quick bite of food, she picked up her notebook and revised a few strokes of his drawing, then she was in a daze aimlessly, she didn't realize that her emotions were secretly brewing in the depths of her heart , and didn't notice that, as usual, she left trivial words about him in the notebook.

At this time, the only person knocking on the door was Sherlock Holmes. Adlia hadn't cleared her mind yet, and she wanted to refuse emotionally, but like a physical habit, she had already walked to the door quickly and saw a familiar face. And came with a smile.

"It seems that you guessed the good news." The corner of Mr. Detective's mouth was raised slightly, and he also smiled. "Just received the news that Ms. Tregennis woke up."

The author says:

adr asked n times, you don't care about my identity?

Old Fu: Interrupt the singing.

The reason why Lao Fu didn't reveal it was very simple. Fu himself had struggled with the way of getting along, but he knew that ADR didn't think about it. If he didn't tell the truth, the responsibility was all on him. His friend had already been honest, and it was he who asked to hide it. The psychological burden of ADR would be smaller.

The exchange with this is that adr is not enlightened, and feels that all Fu needs is a brother.

(I don’t know if it feels like this kind of pulling and writing.

adr：我对福有一种朋友之间的独占欲（。感谢在2021-12-1723:42:26~2021-12-1823:39:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Mo Wen, 1 rice noodle wrapped in Liangpi;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Difficult to wake up from a dream; 2 bottles of Xiaodongdong; rice noodles with cold skin, 1 bottle of rain in late autumn;

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