My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adlia who asked this question was a little guilty, she subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, maybe she was used to making jokes with this man, and she couldn't restrain herself for a while when there was him.

"Oh." Adelia dryly resumed her previous withdrawn gentleman's tone.

Sherlock chuckled: "So how did you communicate before?"

Adelia glanced at him secretly with some annoyance, isn't she thanks to someone for her endless and indecent tone now?But if you think about it carefully, the communication with Stilton in the past was indeed more, um, more cold.The human setting suddenly collapsed.

"Seeing your condition improves, I won't hide anything," Stilton smiled unnaturally, "I want to invite you to St. Barome's."

Adelia somewhat guessed this direction, her expression didn't change much: "I personally think that a private clinic might be more suitable for me, and I'm not ready to become a surgeon yet."

She shook her hand weakly.

The knowledge of surgery in the past whizzed through her mind, and at a certain moment she remembered that she was actually a doctor in the emergency department.

"If you still remember that small clinic," Stilton was silent for a long time, his blue eyes revealing some reverie, "the person who is willing to take me there is the doctor in that clinic."

Although the reference is not clear, Adlia quickly reacted and said that it was the time when she was suspected of being the murderer, the KK clinic she was in, and the doctor was Cole Kinnard.

"Dr. Kinnard?" she asked.

Affirmed by Stilton.

If it was in the past, she would have been elated to get the approval of the superior physician, especially for surgical operations, but at this moment she was a little more hesitant.She still remembers when she was studying surgery as an undergraduate, she silently practiced surgical knots on the cup and on the bedside every day, squeezed time to go to the operation room with both hands and needle holders, incision and suture, debridement and disinfection, and repeated basic operations countless times , seize every opportunity to enter the surgical operating room, from general surgery to thoracic surgery to neurosurgery, and was rarely allowed by the teacher to help with pulling hooks or even simple sutures in the fifth grade of university, and was praised for excellent aseptic principles.

Anyway... Anyway, no one will talk about men and women now. Although surgery in this era is still a lot different from that in those days, can she really pick up a scalpel?

No doubt she was shaken.

Only then did Sherlock calmly mediate: "I think my friend needs to hesitate a bit more."

Stilton thought for a while: "I'm going to wash my hands."

The two watched Stilton get up.

Sherlock was sure that Stilton could no longer hear his voice, so he asked suddenly: "So what are you hesitating about?"

Adelia shook her head: "To be honest, I don't know what I'm struggling with—I thought I would be very happy, but it seems, not so happy?"

Her tone was imprecise and frank.

"I thought you were ready to be a doctor, and even found an apartment to open a clinic." For some reason, Sherlock was a little upset when he mentioned this matter. He took out the cigarette case and said before the other party stopped him, "One cigarette—a little bit of nicotine is enough."

Adelia smiled and said, "It's obviously my trouble, why are you frowning?"

She touched her pocket and found that the matchbox was not with her, but she was a little disappointed.

Sherlock strikes a match familiarly and lights a cigarette: "I think you are just a piece of wood."

Adelia simply had a question mark on her forehead.And Sherlock, who lit the cigarette, didn't need the matchbox, so he threw it to Adlia casually. They had a few conversations before Stilton came back.

"My excellent superior paid the bill for us," Sherlock puffed out the smoke ring, and joked, "Would you like one? I recently switched to Wrigley."

Stilton declined: "I prefer chewing tobacco."

"But you smell of Wrigley cigarettes occasionally," Sherlock said.

"Because my younger brother smokes occasionally, is the smell obvious?" Stilton asked uncertainly.

These Sherlocks were surprised: "Brother...? You actually have a younger brother."

Although he didn't say the second half of the sentence, Adelia could almost guess that the next sentence was that he didn't see it—a rare piece of information that escaped the eyes of detectives.

"Brother," Stilton couldn't understand why Sherlock was so surprised, but he didn't care. "It's just that we haven't had much contact since we became adults. Our family has always been indifferent. It's just that we occasionally chat a few words in the past six months."

Sherlock looked at Stilton carefully from beginning to end as if he had reacquainted himself with Stilton.

Adelia burst out laughing, and brought the topic back: "Stilton, it's rare for you to be generous, and I'm afraid I can't justify not giving you an affirmative answer."

"As long as you know," Stilton said lazily. "If you need a friend to talk to, I can even give Holmes an afternoon off."

Adelia hadn't responded yet, but Sherlock responded positively. He pretended to be worried and said, "I think my friend must be on the edge of a corner again. I'm afraid I don't have a three-day and three-night vacation, so I can't persuade him." he."

Adelia: ? ? ?

Adelia: "Isn't—?"

Stilton pointedly said: "If you really persuade him to agree, I will give you a week of paid vacation."

Adelia showed a smirk: "Spring is here, have there been fewer unclaimed corpses in London?"

Stilton changed the subject: "Where is the album you promised me?"

Speaking of this, Adelia felt a little guilty. She was quite lazy in the process of painting, and what she dared not say was that she had already drawn several illustrations for her "Detective Sherlock Holmes".

So she silently cast her eyes on the detective—the clever and invincible detective, use your super brain to find a way to say a few words.

On one hand, Sherlock, who thought he had acted as a stumbling block in his friend's career path, took a cup of coffee to cover up his guilty conscience.

"So, Hudson, you really plan to be the detective's assistant?" Stilton suddenly realized something, and raised his voice slightly.

"No, no, spare time," Adlia cleared her throat, "I have been involved in, uh, two cases in the past few months?"

She winked at Sherlock.

Devil's foot, the Greek interpreter, and two small cases transferred from Lestrade after returning to London, Sherlock felt that the frequency was not high: "I can't get a few commissions either."

This attitude can even be called a bit of a bachelor.

Stilton thought for a while, and reluctantly believed what the two said: "I don't object to you having some hobbies, after all, you have just become more active... But since you have come out of the predicament, I think you should plan your career earlier Career is good, although a doctor's career is long, but you must not waste your golden age."

Adelia, ok, ok, ok, ok, okay, ok, then let's do it first.

Realizing that Adlia was using her tricks to fool her, and started to lose her mind, Stilton knew that he might not be able to find any results, so he could only sigh, and said to Sherlock: "Then, your question this afternoon holiday?"

Sherlock actually wanted to laugh, he was not the kind of friend who would be bored by work, and he didn't even care about going to work or taking vacations, but every time he showed up at home during working hours, he got the envy of his friends, but he couldn't pretend to be like that , he always experiences extra pleasure.

For example, at this time, Adelia had a ridiculous "this can also give a holiday" expression on her face.

Simply never tire of watching.

Sherlock suppressed a smile, pretending not to notice Adlia's sour expression: "Ah, Adrian, you think a few days off will be more convincing to you."

Adlia: "Dear Mr. Stilton, why don't you tell him to go back to work, maybe I can figure it out myself?"

However, because Stilton was planning to change jobs, there was really not much work in the anatomy room, and Sherlock still received a paid vacation. After lunch, the two said goodbye to Stilton and walked side by side on the road back to Baker Street.

Adlia walked beside Sherlock with nothing to do, looked at the young people dancing and chatting on the street, the gentlemen and ladies who talked eloquently, and sighed softly.

"I see you're still going down," said Sherlock, who heard her sigh slightly, "but I don't know why."

"People are inherently sentimental," Adelia replied, "I think it's normal for me to be like this."

Sherlock shook his head: "Let me speculate, maybe you are thinking of the time when you were lonely in the past?"

Adelia laughed: "It's a little bit."

With some embarrassment, she stretched out her hand to hold his arm, which she was used to: "I just sometimes envy those... young people who don't seem to have any troubles, sometimes I feel that being alone for too long will I have a feeling that I'm getting old without knowing it."

"Sir, do I need to remind you that I am slightly older than you?" He was a little helpless, "I haven't even bothered by getting older."

"It's bothering you to grow old and get nothing—you don't have that kind of trouble," Adélia said, with some melancholy in her tone. "If I asked you what you did yesterday, or even a week ago, What, you can always speak clearly in a few words, every day of yours is meaningful, every day has content, I..."

She worded it carefully: "I just sometimes feel like I'm wasting myself, especially a year ago..."

Or rather, before the detective moved in in May of the previous year.

She spent a long period of time living alone, and although she seemed to handle interpersonal relationships well on the surface, a huge emptiness and desolation kept hatching in her heart.

"Well, for a while, I didn't seem to be able to express it," she smiled, "I feel like what did I do yesterday, what did the day before yesterday? When I think about it, there is nothing left, as if all my work is gone. meaning, and I lost the ability to tell."

Sherlock could imagine the time she was talking about from her calm tone, just like when they first met, she always had a sense of separation that was incompatible with her surroundings.

"But you are not stagnant, Adrian," he said in a very soft ending, and it was almost inaudible whether it was Adria or Adrian, and there was some subtle tenderness hidden in it, "I am not necessarily I want to advise you to follow Stilton's advice, to be a surgeon or to open a clinic, that is your life, as long as you like it."

"I'm a bum now," she joked, looking better, "without stagnation? Logicians, 'everything should be as it should be', you don't want to Comfort me and say something against my will."

Sherlock just kept the same smile as before: "Winter is over."

Yes, winter is over, everything is quiet, even the fog in London is gradually clearing.Adelia couldn't deny that the overwhelmed mentality of the past might have faded with the winter.

The beautiful scenery of the four seasons, the hustle and bustle of the day and the silence of the long night, the warmth of the sun and the moistness of the raindrops, gradually began to leave a picture in her heart.

She suddenly asked, "Holmes, which season do you like?"

When she asked, she thought it was like the opening sentence of a primary school student's composition.

Sherlock replied: "The four seasons are the four seasons. I don't judge by my preference, but if I have to say a preference, this moment is the best season."

The author says:

what……

Before going to bed yesterday, I suddenly thought of Lao Fu's confession, but I couldn't think of how ADR would respond, and my mentality collapsed.

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