My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adlia and Sherlock returned to Baker Street in the Scotland Yard carriage, and for some reason, Adlia and Brad were in a carriage.

In fact, Adlia didn't quite understand why Brad suddenly seemed to have a lot to say, but she was not someone who crossed rivers and demolished bridges. She nodded to Sherlock and got into the carriage.

Phew, Sherlock flicked his clothes, and simply got into another carriage.How could he fail to deduce that Brad was the one who knew Adlia's identity?How could he not know that Brad's eyes were not purely guilt.

"Did you have anything to say when you came here?" Adelia didn't accept the support this time, and climbed into the car by herself, "I thought you would go back to deal with the case first."

"The truth is clear, the murderer has also been arrested, there is no rush to deal with the case, the detective also needs some private time," Brad was not discouraged, and only divided the blanket into half for her, "Actually, it's nothing serious, it's just that something happened. For my friend's concern, I want to ask about your future plans."

"Huh?" Adelia was taken aback, "My plan?"

She thought for a while: "It's not a very important thing."

The implication is that it is not necessary for everyone to know, but for him to be informed.

Brad didn't seem to quite understand what she meant: "I'm still guilty of—"

Adelia was indeed a little helpless: "I said that you don't have to feel guilty, it's not your responsibility."

Under the blanket, Brad twisted his trouser legs with some anxiety: "Then will you still be a doctor?"

For some reason, Adlia thought of Sherlock in the car behind, especially the time he had choked on peanuts.

"I'm actually in the process of quitting my job as a researcher," she said without further affirmation.

"If you need any help, come to me at Scotland Yard," his beard concealed his prim and solemn promise, "as long as I can."

"Are you saying such things out of guilt?" Adelia's tone was still gentle, but she felt a little baffled in her heart. She even felt that the other party's behavior was a bit shallow, and she had the feeling that maybe I Or is it more appropriate to keep some distance from others?

What's more, if it wasn't for Sherlock, she probably wouldn't even set foot in Scotland Yard again.

"I thought the help was because we were barely friends?" Brad said jokingly.

The word "friend" just hit Adlia's most guilty conscience—friend?Sherlock Holmes is enough for her friends.But then he calmed down, no, Smith must be the number one friend, and so is Stilton, anyway, the concept of friends is still very broad.

She figured out the joint here, and was about to answer the title, but noticed that Brad was looking at her almost tenderly, and her words suddenly stuck in her teeth.

Something's wrong, he said he was a friend, but he didn't think so in his heart, did he?

The alarm bells rang in Adelia's heart, and the words circled in her mouth, and her tone of voice became a little more alienated and socially polite: "Of course, no gentleman would reject London's promising detective. friendship."

They chattered about a few irrelevant topics, and Adlia kept silent about her own affairs, so Brad seemed to understand what she meant.

In the end, both of them fell silent.

It was past one o'clock in the morning when I returned to Baker Street, and Adlia got out of the car spontaneously with some fatigue: "Then I'll go back first."

Brad, who was about to reach out, withdrew his hand silently, but still got out of the car and said goodbye to her: "I wish you a sweet dream, and don't be surprised by today's adventure."

Adelia raised her hat to show her respect. The carriage behind was carrying Sherlock. After a short wait, Adelia waited for her roommate.For some reason, she felt a feeling of "ah, I'm saved", and even took the initiative to take Sherlock's arm: "I'm waiting for you, I forgot to bring the key."

"It's rare for you to be careless." Sherlock raised his eyebrows with interest. He seemed to turn his head and realized that the inspector had also got out of the car. Only with full cooperation can we save my brother's friend."

Brad's expression is lost under the mustache of the Scotland Yard logo: "This is my job."

Then he added reluctantly: "Have a nice weekend, Mr. Holmes."

The movement of them pushing the door was very small, but it still disturbed Shilling who was sleeping on his stomach, and the golden retriever ran to Adelia's feet again with sleepy black eyes.Adlia subconsciously let go of Sherlock's arm, took off the glove and handed it to Sherlock.Then she knelt down and held the dog's head in both hands.

"Is that how you welcome me?" She squeezed the dog vigorously, then turned to look at Sherlock, "You should reflect on it. You usually go out for a walk without a shilling, and he doesn't even kiss you."

She seemed to have taken off her disguise all of a sudden, and there was a gleam in her eyes.

Sherlock helplessly raised his hand and surrendered: "Sir, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to cross the river and demolish the bridge, and I'll help you with the gloves—careful about your scarf, it will be stained with shilling's hair."

"You didn't mind that when you threw your scarf coat on the floor, sir," Adelia shot back.

In fact, this winter is very long, and much shorter than Adria imagined.After she came back from vacation, she officially resigned after finishing some work in the laboratory, and began to prepare for the doctor's qualification exam. Fortunately, she has a lot of savings and some property, so her life is relatively pleasant.

And spring came inadvertently.

Spring in London came very quietly, almost at a certain moment, Adlia opened the window, and the fresh air awakened her senses, and she realized that spring came at a moment she didn't know .

"You seem to be expressing some emotion," the detective stood behind her and looked out the window. The melody echoed in his heart was Beethoven's "Spring Sonata", "Maybe you can tell me? For example, you tore up the calendar matter."

Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the great detective, she curled her lips: "I thought you would keep some privacy for me."

"I'm just happy, though I guess you'd say it's mainly because the winter is over," he said, feeling the same euphoria of spring, "but I think maybe part of it is me."

Adelia turned around and realized that the distance between the two of them was a bit close. She could almost bump into the detective's nose. Mr. Detective also realized this and took a step back almost at the same time.

She didn't care about it, but seeing the detective's actions, for some reason, a smile ran out of the corner of her eyes: "Maybe, but only a little bit."

Sherlock laughed.In fact, even if he stepped back, the distance between the two of them was still very close. The morning light through the window made his gray eyes more real, and her face was reflected in them: "This is enough Made me proud."

"I think you've been a little awkward lately." Adelia was obviously embarrassed by herself, but she complained to him.

"Have I?" Sherlock asked knowingly.

"You have." She took half a step forward to approach him, and poked his shoulder with her fingertips, "Suddenly got very close to me, and then took a step back when I found out."

"Perhaps you have had some free time recently and started to think wildly." Sherlock said seriously.

"Yeah, I'm no better than someone who has to go to work. If you don't leave, you will be late—after all, no one will accompany you in the carriage." But she dared not ask him why, so she could only change the subject.

Sherlock didn't poke her back, and spread his hands along her topic: "The time Stilton gave me is quite free, not bad for a while—but you, don't you want to study early in the morning?"

"I'm very sure about the exam, not short of this moment." She smiled slyly.

"Then you still deliberately resign?" He replied.

"Because I don't want to go to work," she sat back on the sofa in a daze, seeing that the big detective went to work on time every day, which brought great happiness to her who used to be a social animal, "Go to work, go to work, go to work—"

"Stop, chanting is forbidden!" He made a stop gesture, "I'm going to work."

Adelia sat on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and watched the detective go to work, but the detective returned within a few minutes.

"Stilton called you to eat at noon, remember to come."

Adlia: "Damn it, he doesn't know how to treat guests, he's a sucker."

"Yes, he called you to treat him at noon."

"what are you saying--?"

But her voice was shut behind the door by Sherlock.

Ahhh, I'm so angry, does he not want me to be idle?

Trying to drag me out every day, I'm really not worried that I won't be able to write "The Musgrave Ceremony", can't you make a name and fail to receive commissions?Adelia murmured inwardly.

Yes, the second reason for her resignation was that she was trying to sort out the files of some Sherlock cases. In fact, she had tried to write the beginnings of three or four cases, including the Greek MPs, including their experiences in Hampshire, but Always unable to finish the story, she could only put it in her drawer, and began to hate her own literature for not being good enough-but she really couldn't look for the book list of the arrogant detective with a shy face.

Yes, the detective discovered that she must have secretly read her manuscript after she wrote it, and dangled Charles Baudelaire's poetry collection in front of her.Adlia looked through the collection of poems while he was at work, only to find that when they came out of the pastor's house in the case of the devil, Sherlock was reading the poet's "Flowers of Evil".

She sighed. In this situation, not to mention that the magazine would not accept the manuscript, even the detective who claimed to be illiterate would definitely not be able to pass the test.

annoying detective.

Said it was disgusting, but in the end Adlia went out at ten o'clock, went to Smith's place first, and then went to Stilton.

The three of them finally found a restaurant to rest comfortably.

"Why do you suddenly want to ask me to eat?" Adlia took a sip of coffee, and she frowned, "I'm nervously preparing for my review."

"Believe in you." Maybe the sunshine made Stilton's gloomy temperament subside a little. "You can study for an exam of that level at most one night."

Sherlock pushed the sugar beside his friend.

"That's an exaggeration. It will take a week." Adlia added a lump of sugar. "I heard from Holmes that you plan to leave your job recently?"

"Ah, there is a letter of appointment at St. Barome's Hospital. One of my former teachers is short of staff. I hope I can help," he sighed. "Surgery, if I go there, I'm afraid I won't be able to maintain the work in the dissecting room." .”

"It was quite sudden." Adlia was stunned, and looked at Sherlock. Sherlock was in the backlight and seemed a little silent on the dining table.

"Are you worried that I'll lose my job tragically?" Sherlock idly stirred the coffee with a spoon.

"...I don't think I have to help you find a job even if I'm a friend, detective?" Adelia held back, but couldn't hold back.

Stilton's eyelids were half-lidded, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the childish conversation: "Holmes can go to St. Baromy's together, and the laboratory there will be of some benefit to his work."

"You do have some energy on your body." Adlia raised half of her eyebrows teasingly, "So you two introduced jobs, do you want me to pay for you to celebrate? I'm a homeless person."

Stilton couldn't hold it back, and glared at Adlia with his gloomy eyes: "I feel that your temper has grown after your vacation?"

The author says:

Fu: I don’t need to make a move at all, adr is mine (confidence)

adr: A straight girl who seems to be incomprehensible but actually sensitive to radar.

I really want to write that kind of bloody plot where I can kiss as soon as I turn around 5555555555 (500 words in my head)

前几天用了很多原著剧情不好意思求留言！但是今天的我不值得一个夸夸吗！感谢在2021-12-2523:49:21~2021-12-2623:58:44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 mine: 1 little dongdong;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 9 bottles of ink flute; 5 bottles of Eryue Lanshan and Qinglian Fu; 4 bottles of small watermelon; 1 bottle of Difficult to wake up from a dream;

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