My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

(Part of the content see Zuohua)

I have to say that this is indeed a bizarre and tortuous story. Adlia touched her chin with the tip of her pen, always feeling that it involves feelings and property. It is hard not to think of some kind of contract when a signature is required.Though she trusted Sherlock's reasoning, she did not entirely abandon her habit of thinking.

"I think you've given me all the information you can say." Sherlock stared at Mr. Melas closely.

"Yes."

"Presumably McCoff also guided you to take some measures? Apart from calling the police." This is because of his understanding of his brother. McCoff has always been used to handling the tail well before handing over the work to the successor.

Melas took out the "Daily News" he brought and uploaded:

Today there is a Greek gentleman, Paul Cretides, who came from Athens and does not speak English; there is another Greek woman named Sophie; both are missing, and anyone who informs them of their whereabouts will be rewarded. X[-].

"But it all seemed to be in vain, and the day went by with nothing."

"If I were you, I would definitely pay attention to my own safety. After all, they would definitely guess that the secret was leaked from you, since they are a bunch of villains who ignore the law." Sherlock said solemnly, and his elder brother might have thought of it too. In this regard, the address of an office of McCauf was left in the newspaper.

"That's what Mr. Mycroft Holmes told me, but I'm only a little interpreter, and I really don't know how to pay attention." Mr. Melas had a look of melancholy and fear on his face.

"Either stay upstairs in Mycroft, usually take more roads, and I think it's good to stay in the courthouse when you have nothing to do. As for private clients with high commissions, I suggest you put it off temporarily," Sherlock thought for a while, "After eight o'clock in the evening, I suggest you not to go out."

"I will follow your advice," Mr. Melas nodded solemnly, "It's getting late, follow your advice, and I will go home along the main road."

Sherlock's hands were propped beside the sofa, his brows were furrowed and he did not look at his client, and his fingers flicked quickly, as if composing a certain movement, but in some people's eyes, it might be a little neurotic.His silence was a signal to keep quiet around him. Melas wanted to say something, but Adlia stopped him with gestures.

About four or five minutes later, Sherlock seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, and pointed to the coachman downstairs on Baker Street. He knew that he was a good guy: "Let the familiar carriage take you—I think the downstairs Your next Billy will be more than willing to oblige, so goodbye, sir from Greece."

He politely and perfunctorily sent the guest to the door of the room, then slammed the door shut, walked to the edge of the sofa and sat next to Adlia in a few steps. He sat very deep and almost sunk in: " To be honest, this matter may not be as complicated as you imagined."

Adelia looked back at her notebook in confusion, and suddenly found a message left behind: "By the way, my aunt said that there was a letter for you, and I suddenly felt that it might be related to this case."

"Why do you guess it's related to this case?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Because it's from Pall Mall, signed MH, I just forgot." Adlia got up and bumped into Sherlock's arm.

As if nothing had happened, Sherlock retracted his hands and changed his posture to sit.

"By the way, when your brother sent someone to send a message, he left a message. This sentence was relayed to me by my aunt, and I will tell you," Adlia tried to dig out McCoff's tone from memory. , and studied it vividly, "Sherlock, as the most energetic person in the whole family, please use your soulful brain and hardworking legs to see who among us will find the answer first."

"what!"

He couldn't help laughing, he didn't know whether to laugh at Adlia's tone or his brother who was lazily lying on the armchair.He took the letter, observed it habitually, and said to Adlia: "If I say that I am the most energetic person in the whole family, then my brother is probably the laziest person in London. , I’m afraid he can’t wait to travel in a wheelchair.”

"I'm really used to playing tricks." He muttered in a low voice, and threw the letter to Adelia after reading it with a glance.

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient for me to read my personal letters." Adelia wanted to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Please read the letter for me, I'm too lazy to read." Sherlock was impatient.

"Okay then—brother with the most energy—" Adelia drawled.

"Observe the logician's habit, and strip out those pompous embellishments—especially those you put on your own."

Adelia hid her smile, and then read the letter seriously: "Sherlock, I think you probably know the whole story. I have sent letters to the Athens Police Headquarters and the Greek Embassy. There is no such thing. For the information about the two, in order to protect the poor translator, I registered the address as my office, and I have received a reply today."

Adelia turned out the second piece of paper, which was obviously not written by Mycroft: "'Mr.: After reading today's advertisement, I know the situation of this girl very well. If you come here in vain, you should tell the girl in detail. Tragic history. He now resides at Myrtels, Benham'. Signed - Your Faithful J. Davenport."

Sherlock said suddenly, "You don't mind if I smoke a cigarette right now?"

Adelia was obedient and easily guessed that the other party had started stuffing things into her pocket again, so she angrily took out the matchbox from her pocket and threw it over.

Sherlock jumped up from the sofa like a rewarded child, opened the drawer and took out his pipe, put on the shredded tobacco, smoked it skillfully, and took a deep breath.

"It's no wonder that Mycroft likes such a story. Mr. Melas is really an excellent storyteller," Sherlock said. "His story and this letter can already give us a lot of information. We might as well Sit down and sort it out together."

Adelia blinked, looked at the detective who was not in the special seat, hesitated to occupy his single sofa, but finally sat beside him, opened her notebook, she did not shy away from detectives His own notes, anyway, the other party did not understand.

"First of all, the Greek is called Paul Credit." Adlia thought for a while, "He and Sophia are probably very close, so that Sophia can recognize him even when his face is covered with adhesive plaster."

"continue."

"Sophia is described as a Greek girl who can speak English, which is not standard. She and Paul should be friends who met in Greece, but she was brought to England by Harold."

"I thought you'd guess they were lovers," Sherlock corrected unhurriedly, "but in fact they must be family members, or relatives."

He didn't explain more, but continued with his reasoning: "And Sophia was probably not brought from Greece, but Harold who met in England, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that Harold couldn't understand any Greek, Our interpreter is fooling around with important information, and he probably doesn't even know how Paul's name should be pronounced in Greek."

"If you say that, I'm afraid I can only guess that it's a scam of money and sex." Adelia spread her hands, "In such a cold day, if it weren't for a large sum of money, I'm afraid I wouldn't get up from the fireplace .”

Sherlock ignored her last complaint, and picked up the letter again: "Broad-point pen, middle-aged, weak man, ha——"

He suddenly picked up his theatrical tone again, startling Adelia, who looked back at him inexplicably.

"Mycroft is always McCoff, I think every step of our thinking falls into his hands," he could not help but complain, "I think it is very urgent, we need to go to Benham — not just us, we must take Mr Melas, and the people of Scotland Yard."

"Adrian, can I entrust you with this task?"

"You are welcome." Adelia agreed very simply.

"I think you should still be able to convince Inspector Brad easily," he said, pausing here, "Inspector Brad may not need to appear in person, but you need to ask him to send you a few able-bodied Detective, I'll run after Mr Melas and we'll meet at the railway station for the journey to Benham, I'm afraid Paul's life is at stake."

"Wait, how did we come to this conclusion?"

Sherlock jumped on the sofa, walked to the door in two steps, took off his hat and scarf: "Ah, Adrian, my gun—"

Adelia's body was faster than words, she went to the table and opened the drawer, and even checked that the ammunition was still sufficient, before walking to him and handing it to him.

"It seems that although I don't have a lot of money, my friend is reluctant to get up from the fireplace for me," he teased very fast, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Then let's see you at the train station? Sharpshooter, you too Remember your □□."

"I really hate the way you come up with [-] nicknames in a second." Adlia helped Sherlock tug at the back of his clothes, "You can go quickly, I can go to Scotland Yard very quickly."

After all, she stopped looking at the detective and went back to the house to change her clothes. She could only hear the sound of footsteps - Sherlock probably flew down, and Adlia could hear that his footsteps were obviously less than Number of steps in Baker Street.

convinced him.

Even though she didn't understand what happened, she was obedient. Adelia thought to herself that she was about to resign her job as a researcher recently, and she was so busy that she was in a panic. Otherwise, who would change clothes and go out when she had time to say a word?

Before going out, she took her own penis.

Fortunately, Adelia happened to meet Inspector Brad who was about to get off work, and Inspector Brad recognized her first.

"Mr. Hudson?" Inspector Brad took the initiative to say hello. No matter how many times, Inspector Brad couldn't help but associate the gentleman in front of him with the woman he had glimpsed at that time.

Adelia jumped out of the carriage, her movements were light and free - she was not a little girl who needs to be supported all the time, she flicked the hem of her coat neatly: "Detective Brad, good afternoon."

"Long time no see." He said, still waiting for Adelia to offer her hand.

Unexpectedly, this time, Adelia was very polite and stretched out her hand. The haughty inspector silently took off his gloves and shook hands with her.

Her gloves are cold.

"It seems that I have lost my etiquette." Adlia noticed this detail, but didn't think too much about it. "The main reason is that I have something important to ask for this time."

I haven't seen him for a few months. It seems that Hudson has let go of his knot, and the strong sense of distance towards him has also subsided. Brad wonders if this is because she has gradually accepted some reality and started to avoid meeting him so much?

"I would like to hear more about it." He hesitated for a moment, and motioned her to go to his office together.

Adelia really knew how to deal with a detective. She said without hesitation that this was a commission from a friend of Mr. Mycroft Holmes. I am afraid that Mr. Holmes' friend is currently in danger.She gave a general account of the case and made a request. She needed a few strong detectives to follow her, and she was afraid that she was facing a heinous criminal.

Adelia is good at convincing others to believe her exaggerated statements with a calm tone, at least at this moment Brad did not question it.

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"If it's an affair, I don't mind lending out a few detectives," Brad quickly thought of the report he had received, "but this matter has been filed with Scotland Yard, and everything needs to be done in accordance with the law." According to the official procedure, I will call a few detectives, tell them about the case and explain what they need to do, and I will go through the legal procedures for you to enter the private house."

Adelia herself didn't expect it to be so smooth, and she got stuck for a second: "I didn't threaten you personally, sir, I think we are discussing business matters."

Inspector Brad smiled naturally: "Of course."

The whole process took nearly 10 minutes. Adlia thought that Detective Brad would not be with them, but Detective Brad personally led two detectives to set off with her. They hired two In the private carriage, Brad rides with Adelia.

Adelia rarely feels uncomfortable, perhaps because she has had to face the dilemma of revealing her female identity too many times recently, and she hasn't shared a ride with anyone other than Sherlock for a long time, let alone someone who knows her female identity.

She hesitated for a moment, and took the initiative to find a topic: "I thought it was time for you to get off work."

"Yes, but the inspector can't avoid working overtime."

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Just like yesterday, part of the content quoted the original work, so I will give away part of the word count orz

Merry Christmas! ! !

In fact, Inspector Brad is derived from Inspector Bradstreet in the original book, with a few million changes, and it seems that the foreshadowing has not been buried, but he is Lao Fu's uncompetitive love rival.

But it’s not important, this book pampers Lao Fu, adr doesn’t know how to treat anyone (is this really called pampering)

To be honest, I did hide a knife, but it should be released next year.

Tweet a message to my little friend, Gang Gang, who is the king of jokes (although there are also many bad jokes, which I dislike).By the way, "Practice the best sword, suffer the most vicious beating" is what I helped her change (kimbo.

"My Taoist Companion Is a Sword" text by the obsession of the bathtub

#Thank you, I am with my sword#

Lin Yinuo has been in the world of comprehension for more than ten years. As the most talented junior sister of the Sword Sect, she practices the best sword and suffers the most vicious beatings.

Although she is a sword sect, what she can't understand the most is the attitude of the brothers who are infatuated with swords and regard them as Taoist companions.

Until one day, her tattered-looking natal spirit sword took shape.

Good guys!

Looking at the impeccable and handsome sword spirit in front of him, he looks like a fairy.

我他妈直接打招呼：“嗨，老公。”感谢在2021-12-2322:29:00~2021-12-2423:13:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Gaoshan Yangzhi; 6 bottles of Xiaodongdong; 5 bottles of Little Question Mark;

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