My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Even though Adelia was a person who didn't care much about the people around her and involved human life, she still became serious.In particular, this incident is somewhat strange: first the blood sample was lost, and then the person disappeared.

"The correspondence between the blood sample and the person is definitely not a coincidence," Sherlock whispered, "If it is a coincidence, one time is enough, six times—no, seven times."

He frowned.

Judging from the current medical progress, a tube of less than ten milliliters of blood does not provide much information, and there are not many places where it can be used. Adelia frowned and thought, and the easiest thing she could think of was blood transfusion.

In this era, the ABO blood type has not yet been researched, but a few years ago, someone discovered that blood transfusion reactions may be due to the phenomenon of red blood cell agglutination-this is one of the reasons why Wilson chose this topic

Anyone who knows something about medicine can easily think of a possibility.

"Do you want a blood transfusion?" Wilson murmured, but obviously, he wasn't sure.

"I want to ask, when were the blood samples lost?" After Sherlock finished speaking, his lips were tightly closed to prevent his speculation from flowing out.

"The first time was about 3 or 4 months after the clinic opened..." Wilson finally remembered something, took out his two notebooks from his briefcase, and skillfully flipped the brown leather notebook to the The target page, "I graduated in June, and the clinic opened in August. I lost 6 tubes after Christmas, 8 tubes in February this year, and 3 tube in April. After that, I became vigilant and checked it before leaving work every day. Because the past two months have been calm, I was a little bit slack, and then came to the present—on July 2, the blood sample of the female teacher, Ms. Christie, was lost."

Sherlock carefully looked at the test record book, handed it to Adlia, and then opened another visitor registration book. Christie came to the clinic because of fever on June 6, and Wilson drew a tube of blood for her. It was still there when I got off work that day, but when Wilson got off work the next day, he couldn't find it.

After Adelia got the test record book, she quickly glanced at it. She had done experiments with Wilson in the past, and she still had some impressions of some of Wilson's habits. She quickly discovered the pattern: "The first three tubes of blood Wilson, you have done experiments, both coagulate with each other, the two tubes lost in February are not non-coagulable, are they?"

If you understand it in terms of blood transfusion therapy, you can quickly think that the person who stole the blood may have a tube of blood in his hand. After he tried out the blood that was compatible with that tube, he picked this blood—it is also the same blood type in modern understanding. blood to steal?

Wilson nodded.

Sherlock should have listened to it, but he didn't like to say it rashly when the idea was not yet formed. He carefully read the visitor register, especially the addresses of the few people who were marked as missing.

After about 2 minutes, he closed the notebook heavily: "I think, if you don't need it, put these two notebooks here first, is there no problem?"

Wilson glanced at Adelia again - this made Adelia feel a little uncomfortable, as if this person had to ask himself every decision.Fortunately, this time Wilson did not wait for her answer before making a decision, but agreed directly.

"Okay, then I'll ask a few more questions." Sherlock didn't seem to see Wilson's eyes. "Who is the investor?"

"James Clint, currently a free investor."

"Do you know where his funds come from?"

"According to him, it's some ancestral property and investment benefits, but I don't know how much."

"Have you visited the address left by those customs girls?"

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head: "In February of this year, when I lost blood for the second time, I went to the East District once. I visited the addresses of these people, but I couldn't find them."

"I wondered if it was because they were customs girls, so no one cared, or they had changed their names, but I felt that they were missing."

"Perhaps your intuition is right." Sherlock tapped his fingers on the wooden handrail quickly and alternately, "After all, when they left this string of addresses and names, they hoped that you would become their benefactor—— "

His tone was a bit harsh, and he seemed to apologize sincerely a second before Adlia looked over: "Sorry, I didn't mean to criticize your character, as you said, Mr. Wilson, you are a recruiter." A gentleman that people like."

He paused, then asked again: "Excuse me, how did you recognize that female teacher's bicycle?"

The tall doctor finally showed some coy emotion: "I gave her a bouquet of flowers, and she pinned one of them to the car basket."

"Oh, that's right," Sherlock said vaguely and vaguely. "If there is anything else, I'll send you a telegram. You should go back first—Adrian, see off your friend."

He was obviously his client, so why did he always talk about "her friend"?Adelia's headache came back again, her jaw twitched slightly, but she didn't deny anything, got up and sent Wilson to the door.

Wilson didn't react in a daze: "Is this the end?"

"Maybe." Adlia was a little tired, and she didn't want to help Sherlock say anything, "Although it's a bit nosy, I don't recommend you to call the police | unless you have someone you know and trust .”

She had dealt with Scotland Yard in this ghost age, and knew that most of the people here were just a living bag with a bull's-eye lamp acting as a scarecrow.

She sighed lowly, after all, she still didn't take out the note that was going to be in her pocket.

"I can't help you, Wilson, and I can't vouch for him, you understand?"

Wilson smiled bitterly: "Hudson, you have always been like this."

"But you know, anyone who has been in contact with you will choose to trust you."

Adelia was speechless, and could only wave goodbye to this former classmate with a solemn face. Seeing his back being engulfed by the fog in London, she only felt such a throbbing pain in her temporal and occipital region .

They obviously haven't had much contact with each other, so there's no talk of trust or distrust.

She sighed lightly and long.

She was supposed to go back to her room to rest, but she didn't want to go upstairs to face another person. After standing there for a while, she realized that maybe she was going to arouse her aunt's attention, so she turned around and bumped into the person behind her.Her forehead hit his chin, making a muffled sound.

"I just know that you are distracted, Adrian, but I didn't expect you to not notice my existence at all," he reached out and rubbed his chin, and quickly put it down, not paying attention to this unexpected collision. Concerned about his next adventure, his hawk-like eyes sparkled, and his cheekbones flushed with excitement, "I know you're a bit at a loss for such emotions, but I have to admit that he's right— —”

"Would you like to go on an adventure with me now?"

His excited tone had no sense of distance at all, as if he regarded her as a loyal friend for many years, and even made Adelia temporarily forget her headache, and she was about to agree.

But she was the one who was tired of the outside world and consciously kept a distance from others. In almost a second, a bigger and stronger negative emotion engulfed her.

"No, I'm a little tired today, and I have to go to the laboratory tomorrow," her green eyes dimmed. "Good luck, Holmes."

"It's a pity." Having said that, Sherlock showed no sign of regret. In front of this case, his curiosity and desire to observe his roommates could be moved back. Trench coat, put on the hat, "Well, I have a hunch, you'll regret it if you miss this puzzle."

His speech is fast and powerful, and his movements are as swift as a cheetah.

"Mrs. Hudson, I may not come back tonight!"

Following the last command, he left in a hurry, heading towards the deep fog.

The author says:

Is there no one to chat during the holidays, I will feel a little bit lonely (gesturing)

So for the time being, we will continue to update every three days——

ps: I wanted to change the author’s name to orz, so I went to wb to search myself out of boredom, and all I found were whales who turned into isolated islands and fans of a certain singer, but I couldn’t find myself 555. ?