My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

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Hearing the familiar social animal tone, Adelia couldn't help laughing. She didn't notice that her calmness made Brad a little embarrassed.

The young detective tried to correct his own image in the other party's mind: "After all, this case has already been reported to me, and it should be pursued if there are important clues."

"If you hadn't been so responsible, you probably wouldn't have become an inspector at such a young age." Adelia complimented her with familiar social words.

The detective was at a loss for words for a second: "You have seen the Waterloo of my career."

Adlia was silent for a moment, and turned her head to look at the detective.

Different from when we first met, in order to show his majesty, the detective combed his hair sleekly, and grew a typical Scotland Yard beard, making him look ten years older than his actual age, which made the suspect even more intimidated , the reporter is more convincing.

But in fact, when he first came to prominence, he was a tweed in Scotland Yard.

She had already taken that matter lightly, so she could comfort the inspector in a relaxed tone: "No one can avoid making mistakes. Maybe it was an opportunity for you to make mistakes at that time, not to mention the situation at that time. I did have suspected."

Brad found the rhythm of the conversation, and quickly responded: "Yes, it is much better than leaving a professional stain after I became a detective-I still want to thank you for not pursuing it."

His interrogation was not so tender.

Adelia was silent for a moment: "I also want to thank you for keeping the secret."

The conversation turned into a polite topic again, and Brad looked out the window: "You look a lot more open-minded now than before. As a friend, I'm really happy for you."

"Really?" Adlia thought for a while, "Auntie also said the same, maybe this winter is not so cold—"

"Here we are." Brad breathed a sigh of relief, jumped out of the carriage and stretched out his hands as a gesture of support.

Adelia was a little hesitant, but felt that it was not good to be too shy. The other party tried so hard, and the procedures were completed, and the person wanted to come. It is not a good thing to refuse blindly, so she naturally and calmly offered help. He got out of the carriage.

"Adrian."

She heard Sherlock's voice, not loud, but just enough for her to hear.

Adelia just retracted her hand and looked up at him, only to see Sherlock's tall and slender figure standing out and conspicuous in the crowd. He was alone, as if waiting for her to come to him.

And she did: "Didn't you go to Mr. Melas?"

Sherlock's jaw tightened, obviously in a bad mood: "My movement is a step slower, Mr. Melas has been taken away."

Then, he took off his hat and greeted Brad: "Detective, thank you for coming in person."

Brad also took off his hat and responded politely: "It's my job - have you bought your ticket?"

"Yes, just enough," said Sherlock, putting on his hat. "There is still a quarter of an hour to start."

He seemed to notice that Adelia's scarf was too long, so he took the end of the scarf and wrapped it around her neck, and his hands rested on her shoulders naturally.

Inspector Brad could easily notice that the gloves of the two were the same, and even the styles of the scarves were similar, but one was gray and the other was green.But maybe they are all more popular styles, and it is not surprising that they are similar.It's just that he was a little annoyed that his off-duty attire was a bit too casual, and he seemed to be a bit behind compared to the detective who always pays attention to matching.

"Holmes, do you want to suffocate me?" She was baffled.

"Oh, I thought it wasn't you who shouted cold every day and didn't want to get up from the fireplace." He teased casually, with an intimate tone, perhaps in order not to lose face for his friends, his voice was not loud, and Adelia relied on I heard it when I got closer.

As night fell, they finally reached Benham Station at 09:30 and drove another half mile to Motelz.

"It's here," Sherlock stopped the carriage first, and he easily matched the house here with Mr. Melas's description, "It's more appropriate for us to get out of the car and walk over."

Sherlock called the coachman to stop, and told him to wait for them here, and jumped out of the carriage—quickly turning back and leading his friend, though he probably didn't need it.

The experienced detectives knew that it was a night operation, so they had put on the bull's-eye lights of Scotland Yard, followed closely behind Sherlock, and illuminated him.The sky on this day was gloomy, and there was no light in the sky, which seemed to have a very ominous omen.

As for the mansion they were observing, Inspector Brad looked at this mansion and couldn't help but have a terrifying association: "They're still inside."

The lights are on.

Adlia wasn't sure if the voice inside was a hallucination caused by her fear, she silently followed Sherlock's movements more closely.

"I think if they enter directly from the door, they will inevitably jump over the wall," Inspector Brad muttered to himself, obviously making a decision quickly, "Joe, Hudson, you guard the door, Holmes and I, and Raul Let's sneak in through the window together."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "I think Adrian can go in with us, as long as there is only one person on duty at the door."

Brad looked at Adelia, and Adelia nodded with a tense expression.

They didn't break in directly through the lit window, but chose the one next door very skillfully. Sherlock motioned for them to stay behind, and he went there first. It was a little far away, and Adlia couldn't see him clearly. How did she open the window, but she was sure that it was definitely not the one that Sherlock babbled.

Sherlock was the first to open the window, and pulled Adelia back. Then, ignoring the inspector, he walked softly to the door, took off his hat, and put his ears on the door to listen. Outside was the aisle, and he obviously couldn't hear why, so he opened the door - now they could hear the faint voice of arguing.

"Not English." Detective Brad whispered.

"It's our interpreter's voice," Sherlock said firmly, "Inspector, I hope you don't dislike my breaking in."

"Of course, I'm afraid I have to break the door with you."

The two gentlemen obviously reached an agreement. They accurately touched the room where the dispute originated, and listened closely. Sherlock's expression suddenly changed, and he took out his gun and pointed at the door lock.

"Who's outside!" The weird and hoarse male voice shouted.

The door broke open smoothly, and four people entered with guns.

"Hold your breath! There's poison gas!" Adelia yelled.

The detectives and detectives played a vital role at this moment, they locked the suspects almost immediately - the rickety man covering his mouth and nose and the fashionable young man, and pointed their guns at them immediately .

Brad shouted majestically: "Sir, you have been arrested!"

The middle-aged man who realized that the conspiracy had been exposed put down his handkerchief and raised his hand, while the other young man refused to accept his fate and turned around to run out of the window.

It was Adelia who fired, hitting him precisely in the thigh.

"Nice job, sharpshooter," Sherlock praised his friend, and then turned to the middle-aged man, "so can you put out the fire before you die from poisoning yourself?"

Adelia realized that she had nothing to do, and quickly rushed out of the room silently, taking a few breaths of fresh air. As for the detectives and detectives inside, she couldn't care less.

Then the inspector escorted the middle-aged man to the aisle as well, and took a few breaths: "This smell really makes the scalp tingle."

The detective escorted the young man out, and Sherlock finally dragged out two poor people.

"Adrian, you are too mean." His breath was also a little unsteady, but he tried his best to maintain his composure. "Originally we should be one by one."

She couldn't help laughing: "Those who can do more work."

The two suspects had their mouths sealed, and they looked at them with wide-eyed panic and despair.But no one has time to talk to them.Their attention has shifted to the two poor people.They were all tightly tied up, and they didn't resume their movements soon after the ropes were released.

Cyanotic lips, blue face, protruding eyes, and hypoxia.

"The vital signs are still there." Adlia did a preliminary check. "If you're lucky, you might be able to find a hospital to give them oxygen, which should be helpful to them."

It took her a while to say in astonishment: "This is Mr. Melas?",

Leaving the patient with Adlia, Sherlock squatted down and tore off the cloth that the young man—he could easily figure out that this was Harold—was used to block the mouth: "So what about Sophia?"

"It's gone, you'll never find her!" He gasped and said viciously.

Perhaps it was because Melas inhaled less poisonous gas, and his physical condition was better than another tall but haggard person who was tortured, he regained some consciousness tremblingly: "It's the coachman—the coachman and his wife first took Sophia Take it away, they are going to the train station..."

Brad nodded to Agent Lauer, and after taking the order, Agent Lauer quickly went to meet Joe at the door, and went to the station to chase poor Sofia back.

Adlia sighed: "I want to know where all these strange poisonous gases come from now, isn't it Africa again?"

Her words seemed to be a complaint. After all, she always encountered some "poisonous gas" that she couldn't handle. She wanted to be ptsd for this word. She only hated her clinical studies and didn't have the course of toxicology.

Sherlock was about to say something, but was interrupted by Brad: "But in this situation, it would be great to have a doctor."

Adlia was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond to the compliment: "I can't help much either."

She subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, just as he turned his head to look at her, which gave her the illusion that she was so hot that she wanted to avoid it.

"Adrian has always provided great help during my adventures, and his existence is the greatest contribution," Sherlock said lightly, and he turned to look at Brad, "The light is standing here It's nothing, but how about we move down to the hall, and wait for the poor gentlemen to recover before we start back to London?"

After resting for about an hour, the two poor people finally regained their spirits completely. They found some water and food from the kitchen. The tall Greek gentleman was obviously very hungry. After the turn, he coughed and inhaled instead. While eating, he scolded the despicable and shameless Harold (Adelia couldn't understand a word), and Melas translated with compassion and added After a few sentences, this confirmed that Sherlock's deduction was correct.

The author says:

"Mr. Holmes, I swear I was taking care of myself as you said, but the landlady told me as soon as I got home that a gentleman from Baker Street was looking for me... I must have been followed right then... "Until now, Melas still has a pale face and trembling hands.

"I succumbed. I was really afraid of his weapons. His smirk almost cast a shadow on me for the rest of my life..." He didn't care about the embarrassment, his voice was a little choked up, "But it's a blessing that we all survived. .”

Melas succumbed to the villain's weapon and was kidnapped again.Indeed, the power of that smirking mob over the poor multilingual creature was almost unbearable, and after being kidnapped to Benham he acted again as interpreter, and this interview was even more dramatic than the first , the two Englishmen threatened the imprisoned man with immediate death if he did not obey their orders.Later, seeing that Paul was always mighty and unyielding, they had no choice but to push him back and imprison him.Then they lashed out at Melas for having betrayed them by advertising them in the newspapers, and they beat him unconscious with clubs, and Melas remained unconscious.

And poor Paul was finally given up by them. They realized that their whereabouts had been exposed, and dragged the two of them to this small room. When they were about to release poison gas and prepare to escape, they were smashed by Sherlock and his party.

When the group arrived at the station, they met Joe and Raul who had found nothing. Obviously, the driver and his wife had already left. Paul stared angrily at the departing train: "I will find them."

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After this case is over, there should be no need to publish it like this. After the next case is over, we will all follow the original plot.I seem to be stuck again quq

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