My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock received a message from the coachman in the evening, saying that Adrian had asked him to pack up and go to Tredanikovasa tomorrow morning.

He was still a little confused, but the left and right were just wandering together, so he didn't take it too seriously. He woke up in the morning and had breakfast, and then he took a carriage to go there. Maybe this day is a good day, Sherlock always felt that One day something good will happen, he kept a good mood and arrived near the Tregennis house.

"Just here, I'll walk slowly."

Perhaps the misfortune has passed, today's sky is sunny and soft, the mottled shadow of the sun is shaking, and there is a vague sense of tranquility.Sherlock walked on the path, breathing the breath of the beginning of spring.

But I'm going back to the cold and humid London soon, I don't know if there are new adventures under the thick fog of London.

Just when he was letting himself go and daydreaming, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling—far away, his footsteps stopped, and he stood under the unknown tree that was about to be rejuvenated, staring at it. The girl in the green dress in the sunny place, with her head up, bathed in the sunshine of late winter and early spring and the fresh green of the grass, the first exclamation that popped out of his mind was: She really should belong to spring.

It was so far away that he couldn't see her face clearly, even she wore a wig and her body shape changed, but he was sure it was her - at such a distance, he shouldn't be able to see all the details of her clearly, but Everything about her was in front of him, and he even seemed to be able to see the soft halo of the sun shining through her face.She adjusted her golden curly hair with some embarrassment, perhaps her delicate eyebrows would be furrowed unhappily, but she tried her best to maintain her calm appearance.

He had never imagined her figure, but he knew it should be beautiful.

If it's not spring, it must be a dream.

He was absolutely sure.

He wanted to watch from a distance, to give his unprepared friend (and himself) some buffer room, but his footsteps involuntarily approached her, until he finally saw clearly He stared at her green eyes until he saw her lips stained with color.

The spotlight flashed violently, and he suddenly felt a little jealous that the photographer was able to look at her face without restraint.

She was not far away, and didn't notice herself, because the photo was finally taken, she was relieved, and then the other lady in the shade of the tree seemed to be blaming something in a low voice, and finally walked lightly into the house with her skirt go.

It was only then that he felt that his eyes were sore from being open for too long.

Is this the best time, is this a bad time?

He suddenly realized that maybe that was the intention of that message?The detective's sophisticated brain suddenly shut down, and he didn't even have time to analyze this absurd possibility, so he hurried to the door of the mansion, and before he could react, he had already gently knocked on the door with his cane.

I don't know whether the prayer in my heart was heard or not.

"Do you have guests so early?" Her voice was more gentle and soft, but the rational brain could not analyze whether it was an illusion.

"Ah...it's probably a friend's visit, it's not convenient for me - can you open the door for me?"

"It's not convenient for me either." Probably because the most important women's clothes were put on, Adlia seemed very tolerant and just muttered.

He didn't know if the sound of her footsteps was an auditory hallucination, but he heard her approaching.

The door opened, and she met his deep and strange eyes unexpectedly, and he was able to stare at her so closely as he wished.

——The one who should look away, but just stuck, not even daring to blink.

They stared at each other in silence, not speaking.

"Who is it?" Brenda's voice came from afar, but Adelia didn't bother to answer.

Perhaps seeing someone more at a loss than himself, Sherlock relaxed instead. He smiled slightly, softening his overly sharp appearance.

"Good morning, ma'am," he said, in a tone more gentle than ever, "I have come to find my friend Adrian."

Adelia's long eyelashes flapped lightly, concealing her vague uneasiness: "Unfortunately, he is still resting."

Her subtle expressions, movements and words were all captured by him, bathed in the color and brilliance of the warm sun.

"It's a perfect coincidence to meet you." The warm winter wind blew, and his smile was a little vaguely gentle in the wind, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Maybe it was because he was too calm, his calm tone quietly grabbed her, and her anxiety gradually calmed down, her eyes bent relaxedly: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

The two of them were like familiar strangers, their eyes met and then avoided, but after avoiding, they touched again.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand to her with the most standard gentleman's etiquette, but being drawn by some kind of fate, she put her hand into his palm, just like the support before getting into the carriage every time.

He bent down and lowered his head, and gently kissed the back of her hand. He was not sure whether his shadow had kissed her, but the moment he touched the back of her cool hand, he was sure that there was some kind of mysterious resonance between them. It's like the long-lasting reverberation of the E string after a violin is played.

Adelia opened her eyes wide and stared at the top of his head in disbelief, but she felt that it was reasonable again. She trembled slightly as if she was electrocuted, but she didn't take back her hand for a long time.

"Are you sure you're going to be at the door?" Brenda said suddenly. She might have stayed by their side for a long time, and she only made a noise at this moment to interfere. The timid girl suddenly withdrew her hand and confiscated the detective's wallet. temperature.

She took Adrian's arm intimately, and said calmly, "Ah, Mr. Holmes, you are here. Are you here to wait for Adrian? I'm afraid he is still resting. Come in quickly."

His lingering eyes were slightly closed, and his emotions were hidden under his reason. Only when he faced Adelia, there seemed to be a glimmer of light.

Adelia's emotions seemed to be drawn by the gentleman in front of her, and she wished to go back to the night before and bitterly whip herself who "has no feeling for the relationship between men and women".If there is no emotion at all, why can't her heart beat faster when she puts on a skirt and faces him again? She seems to be tempted, but also seems to be controlled. Saw a hurricane.

She almost fled with the hem of her skirt in her hand. After entering the room, she almost violently pulled her wig, and gasped because the clip was fixed too firmly. Was it Brenda or Sherlock who knocked on the door? I don't want to bother, I just want to quickly take off this damn skirt.

She doesn't like corsets!It must be because the corset is so tight that she can't breathe and her heart is beating like thunder!

Her face turned red, which was definitely not the effect of makeup, and she hurriedly "removed" the women's clothing before angrily opening the door.

"Bran—"

Seeing that it was Sherlock, she suddenly became weak: "Holmes, you are here."

She thought her tone must be harsh.

But he could hear her timidity.

"I'm still waiting for you to go to the concert together." He greeted his friend as usual, as if nothing happened just now, "If we don't leave for London today, we will miss our VIP tickets."

He said, she cared too, but he didn't say, she cared terribly too.She didn't know what to say or what to say, so she could only silently clean up her messy emotions and return to Adrian's appearance: "Ah, I'll be right away, we'll set off in a while."

Maybe not push her too hard.

He casually found an excuse to show his concession: "Then, shall I go back and pack my things first?"

Adelia was distraught, and knew that she might not be able to ride back with him in the car calmly, so she nodded indiscriminately and closed the door impolitely.

Perhaps she was not so indifferent.Sherlock couldn't help laughing, and turned around to see Brenda who understood clearly, his smile restrained.

"It's not hard to guess that you are not as indifferent as she said." Brenda's voice was still sweet, and she could no longer see the slightest sign of illness. "After all, she is really a likable person."

He doesn't deny: "I don't have the habit of confiding my heart to strangers."

"Shouldn't you thank me?"

He suddenly turned his head, and the detective's rationality re-activated, and finally brought back the lost doubts, yes, how could Adelia send such news to her.

"...Thank you, ma'am," he said in a blunt tone, "the dress you chose is also very suitable."

She is worthy enough to match the most expensive silk dress crown.

Considering his friends who might be at a loss when facing him alone, Sherlock invited Mr. Roundhay to have lunch with them at the cottage after Sherlock left. Adlia, who came back half an hour late, saw the harmonious scene Sure enough, he relaxed a lot and was able to chat freely, but he never dared to look into Sherlock's eyes at the dinner table.

The good-natured vicar, Mr. Roundhay, danced and thanked them for removing the shadow from his parish. He praised the detective and the doctor as talents from London.

Naturally, he would not have noticed that when he said this, the faces of the two gentlemen whose friendship was stronger than Jin Jian stiffened for a moment.

After lunch, Mr. Roundhay left, and Adelia silently asked the cat to go back to her room.

Sherlock felt a little helpless, he patted his friend on the shoulder, and the friend turned his head like a cat whose fur had exploded: "What's wrong? Holmes."

"I'm reminding you that you need to leave soon," he said seriously, "I guess you don't need much time to pack up?"

She slowed down by half a beat, and murmured, "I'll be ready in 10 minutes."

In order to reduce the travel burden, she deliberately brought some old clothes that can be discarded, and she can stay here and never bring them back, so she doesn't have much luggage.A quick glance from the window showed that Sherlock was already waiting beside the carriage. She couldn't tell whether she was timid or excited, so she picked up her bag and rushed to his side.

"Travel lightly?" The detective raised his eyebrows, took her luggage and put it on the car in a natural way, and stretched out his hand to guide her into the carriage, "You don't seem to plan to bring any souvenirs."

The afternoon sun shone on her face, and it was the same as what he saw in the morning, but it was a little different.

Adlia thought for a while: "It's hard to bring the sunshine here to London."

For some reason, today he is always easy to laugh because of her, and he still maintains the gesture of reaching out to her, as if he can't refuse.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally put her hand on it, just like every time before.

He also cleverly added: "Why are you so diligent today?"

Only then did Sherlock get into the carriage, and once again opened his hands to her: "In order to ask for my tip."

Receiving an unexpected answer, Adelia was a little annoyed, and took out of her pocket, and there happened to be two coins left.

"Well, I can barely satisfy you."

The author says:

Your eyes are deep and strange, in which I see all my happiness. ——"The Marchioness in White"

When I wrote the part about kissing hands, I really felt that I was a goddamn writer. I put my hand in my palm, or I put it in my palm.Blow yourself up! !This chapter messed with me for at least four hours, and I shed tears.I hope you don't think it's hypocritical literature, I tried my best to handle it.

If you like it, please call like crazy, thank you.

(ps I reviewed the outline of the previous article last night, and repaired the typesetting of a few chapters, and I apologize for the pseudonym)

(pps clicked to reply to a comment yesterday and accidentally clicked [Clear], it seems that a comment was deleted by mistake, I didn’t see what it was, I cried, Doxiaza apologized)

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Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Ying, Xiaodongdong, Wang Qiqi and Benqi 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Buju Uniqueness, A Bracelet, and Mo Xiao; 8 bottles of Cat Seven Girls; 5 bottles of Lazy Little Wool and Little Watermelon; 1 bottle of late autumn rain;

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