My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adelia did not tell Stilton her answer until the exam, but by that time Stilton had taken Sherlock to Baromy Hospital - Adlia was sure that the two gentlemen were There must be an unusual friendship behind him. Stilton is not a rookie who must have old acquaintances in a new environment, otherwise the society will be afraid. He must have a reason for being willing to bring Sherlock.

A strange feeling of being green that "two of my friends became good friends behind my back".

And just as the summer was coming to an end, the detective finally came to the door with another interesting case.

First of all, it needs to be explained that the detective is not only interested in big and important cases, he only likes challenges, the sudden appearance of corpses with no characteristics and no direction on the side of the road, documents that are locked but disappeared, weird and weird. , Cases that make people lose their minds are his favorite.Of course, at the initial stage of his career, he didn't mind participating in some small cases transferred by Lestrade or Brad, and he also regarded it as a simple exercise of the mind.

Adelia: If he really didn't mind at all, he wouldn't waste his day calling Lestrade a fool when he got back to Baker Street.

And Adelia is somewhat tolerant and used to this.

Adelia has no job recently and often stays at home, so she handles all the commissions for first-time visits. She is also good at dealing with strangers, and usually handles them fairly well. She has saved a lot of visitor records for Sherlock. .

——Of course, Sherlock always "too ugly" and "incomprehensible" yelled at her, insisting that she read it to him.

It's the same today.

"I guess there will be visitors, and I can see from my Adrian's face that it will be a puzzle I like." Sherlock opened the door and looked at Adlia's expression seriously, "Let me see What did Child Adrian bring to me?"

"I ask you to remove some strange adjectives, such as left-behind children." She threw the notebook to him as usual, "Look for yourself."

"My God, you asked me to recognize your handwriting, which is more cumbersome and embarrassing for me than deciphering the code." He did as usual, looked around and threw the notebook back, "Can... ...?"

"If you want me to help, you must at least use some honorifics, right?" Adelia muttered.

"Then please, my dear Adrian—" he said something kind, and helped her refill the glass of hot water, "please tell me what happened, eh?"

The nasal sound is indeed a bit, Adlia touched her nose, and coughed lightly: "I roughly asked what happened, asked him to wait at the pawn shop today, and you can ask more carefully—but he said that he needs to leave tomorrow. Look at his sister, so it's best today."

She often regards herself as a doctor seeking detective consultation, and after sorting out her thoughts, she succinctly states her "condition". Although she does not directly express her thoughts, she will reflect her thoughts in the statement.In the same way, if no consulting doctor speaks, she will not easily intervene to provide information that she thinks the other party may have missed.

She took out the crumpled and crumpled newspaper: "I'm sure this is what it looked like when I got it. It was a pawn shop owner, but his habits are not very good."

Sherlock spread the newspaper a little, and it was not difficult to see which report needed attention: "The Redheads—this is a rare thing. I have seen many cases, but this thing is really strange."

Adelia flipped open a brown leather notebook she had bought for Sherlock to entertain guests.

"I'm afraid my observations are not as detailed as yours—"

"Skip the polite words."

"Well, Jabez Wilson, a middle-aged man with fiery red hair, as required by the Redheads, wearing a new top hat and battered cape, looking, how should I put it, confused and angry .

"His clerk at the shop saw the ad and highly recommended him to try it, and despite a bit of social fear he couldn't resist the four-pound-a-week lure and went anyway, at, er, the paper said .”

"It's written in the newspaper that Duncan Ross is applying for a job at the office of the Redhead Society at No. 7 Pope's Court, Fleet Street. Adrian, there will be a day when you won't recognize your own handwriting." Sherlock spoke quickly.

"Are you really paying attention?" Adlia frowned.

"Please continue." He showed a somewhat innocent expression.

"Anyway, accompanied by his buddy Vincent Spaulding, he went to apply for the job. The scene was very grand and crowded, omitting this point, and then the person who interviewed him was also a hair-haired The flaming man, Duncan Ross, carefully inspected the pawnbroker's hair, and then gave him the odd job of copying the Encyclopaedia Britannica."

Sherlock frowned, and his irrepressible smile showed his interest.

"The requirement is that he must not leave this room or building for four hours. They gave him a hut with a table and a chair, but he needs to prepare pen, ink and paper by himself. Although confused, Wilson still complied. After all, he is a Pound sterling on Thursday, besides, the business of the pawn shop itself is not good, and there are clerks to take care of it, so nothing will happen."

"Judging from the time of the newspaper news to now, it has been nearly two months. Our pawn shop owner may have a lot of income." Sherlock laughed.

"It's £32 for eight weeks, detective," Adelia said without reading a book. "At first, the person in charge came to visit him every day. Later, he became more and more lazy and only came once or twice a week. Zhou’s money can still be sent to him, and a strange thing happened, in the ninth week, that is, at ten o’clock this morning, he went to work as usual and found that the door was locked and there was a small card on it.”

Sherlock took the card and wrote "The Redheads have been disbanded".

He laughed abruptly: "My dear, I don't think you must have laughed at him in front of customers."

"Your friend has a high professionalism. I have received special training. Except for special circumstances, I usually don't laugh out loud easily," Adelia said helplessly, but she almost couldn't hold it back at the time, "Then he asked around The people around the office didn’t have any information about the Red Hair Society. Later, he asked the landlord of the building, and found out that there was no such person. He asked who lived in Room [-], and the person described by the landlord knew him. I met Duncan Ross, but that man was not called Duncan Ross at all, but William Morris, who was supposed to be a lawyer, and moved out yesterday.

"He went to the address the landlord gave him, but it wasn't a law firm at all, it was a knee pad manufacturer, and no one knew this red-haired Duncan or William at all."

"I have always trusted your ability to sort out clues, but I have a few details I want to ask you." Sherlock pondered for a moment, "When does he go to work...?"

"Ten am to two pm."

"Did you ask any questions about that chap of his?"

"I think it's hard for me to ignore that guy, so I asked a few more words," Adlia flipped through the book, "Vincent Spaulding, came here through an advertisement a month before this event A pawn shop, by the way, the reason why he was selected by this stingy pawn shop owner is that he is clever but only charges half the wages."

"Smart people are wary of this—what about looks?"

"Short, fair and fine-skinned, but with a scar on his forehead, burns, and pierced earrings in both ears."

Sherlock's expression slowly sank, he stood up, and began to pace the room, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Adlia looked at the notebook and added: "He is very capable, but he has a shortcoming, that is, he always takes pictures with his camera behind his back, and he likes to develop photos in the basement."

Sherlock made a silent gesture, obviously not needing more information for the time being, and the information in front of him was enough for him to sort out. He turned around twice, and Adlia didn't look at it from somewhere beside the fireplace. He took out a black pottery pipe at a clear location, and he might have asked for Adlia's opinion habitually, but this sentence obviously hadn't crossed his mind: "Light it up for me?"

This sentence is usually asked for Adlia's opinion. After all, his harsh roommate often does not allow him to smoke. If she leans over to strike a match, it means that she can barely agree this time.

But this time he had already lit the match himself, but he still asked this sentence, and Adlia wanted to laugh for some reason.

It seemed odd to her, and to her unadorned eyes it was clear that someone was trying to keep Wilson out of the pawn shop, but she didn't think there would be anything worth £32 in it, worth spending A scam that has been guarded for two or even three months.

He smoked two full pipes, and she also stared at his thinking profile in a daze.

"What do you think, Adrian?" He asked her suddenly, "In fact, your report is very thoughtful. Compared with directly facing the client, it can save me some time, although the price is to miss first-hand information."

"Maybe there is some wealth in his pawn shop that he doesn't even know?" Adlia hesitated.

"No... If it's something in the pawn shop, it's not enough to spend so much time and induce him to come and be a clerk himself-if this person is really the one I imagined-the clerk, Spur Is Ding still in the pawn shop?"

"exist."

"Where is the pawn shop?"

"Sakskoberg Square."

He took a deep puff of cigarette: "I remember you also helped me to do the name index - do you have an impression of that face?"

Adelia was confused: "Huh? I don't think I can quickly describe who you are talking about."

"Maybe that page isn't your job," he murmured. "I need to find Mycroft. Maybe he has enough information."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at his friend again: "When I come back, are you free to go to the store with me?"

"Of course." Adelia nodded.

He changed his clothes and went out very neatly: "I will be back in about half an hour, pack it up in advance so that we can go out in time, today is Saturday, it will be later so that we can verify my answer."

"Wait," Adelia suddenly felt a little uneasy. Although Sherlock had also relayed the story before, Sherlock can usually see the client directly. The content of the article was biased and misled the detective, "I mean, you just take my word for it."

"Oh, Adrian, if I have more time, I would like to comfort your sensitive and disturbed heart," he replied loudly at the stairs, "Please believe that I can extract the most out of the information from those idiots at Scotland Yard. Important clues, not to mention my friend's excellent statement after careful consideration? Please rest assured, wait until I call you to go out together—”

His last words were completely buried by the sound of the door closing.

"Oh my God, what's he doing--" Mrs. Hudson complained downstairs, and then she looked up to see Adlia chasing up to the landing, "Are you going out soon, Adrian? "

"Er...maybe...? Take a shilling for a walk?" Adlia wasn't sure.

"After you and Sherlock lived together, you went out more times than before. I wouldn't be surprised if you moved out one day." Mrs. Hudson muttered, and got into the kitchen again.

The author says:

adr: What kind of magical power do you have to turn a dead house into a current one?

When writing this paragraph, I feel like a clinical novice reporting his condition to a superior doctor.

Superior: Little a, report the condition.

a: Barbara

Superior: Well, yes, then does she have any negative signs of xx, xx?

a (glance at the notebook): there is no xx, but there is bala

Superior: Is there any history of xxx in the past.

a (not sure, read the small book): xx has a medical history of more than ten years, and has been taking aabb medicine.

Superior: Well, it’s ok. For now, I’m considering… sickness.

a: Teacher, why don't you ask yourself again?I'm afraid I'm not asking enough...

I think talking too much will affect my aloof image (strike out

Ah, I've been a little bit Calvin lately

感谢在2021-12-2721:03:37~2021-12-2822:44:30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 lazy little wool;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: tilapia e, 10 bottles of falsehood;

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