My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

When she woke up the next morning, Adelia subconsciously cared about her roommate, but as he said, she didn't come back overnight.She couldn't tell what kind of emotion had arisen in her heart, she sat in front of the mirror in a daze.The marks on her forehead from yesterday have dissipated, but she is still wondering whether she was too unguarded towards this roommate at that time, or was she too immersed in her emotions?So much so that he didn't notice that he was standing behind him, so close?

Speaking of which, a year ago, her headaches were not as frequent as they are now, and she seemed to be less indifferent to others than she is now.She has an impression of Wilson.

When Wilson told her about opening a clinic when she was graduating, Adlia subconsciously felt that it was a little unusual—it didn’t mean anything else. Wilson’s grades and social relations were very good, but he definitely didn’t have to be able to support himself as soon as he graduated. A clinic degree.But because of her social burnout, such doubts were fleeting.

About a week after the clinic opened, Wilson invited Adelia to visit it. Based on a strange sense of disobedience, she decided to go because she was unwilling to socialize.

A well-decorated, well-equipped but low-cost clinic, although it has only been open for a week, there are not many patients (Adelia noticed that most of the customers seem to be female).

When he first arrived, Wilson was still free to receive her, and soon became busy.Adlia couldn't see it, so she offered a hand, which relieved Wilson a lot of pressure.After that, Wilson also invited her to take office, but for some reason, Adlia finally refused.

When Wilson wrote to tell Adelia that the blood sample was lost, Adelia had a strange feeling of "it really came".It's just that she pondered over that letter for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out why.

The letter also mentioned that because there were too many female patients, Wilson later hired two female nurses to work in rotation, one lively and one quiet.

It was also because of having two nurses, it was enough for her to find a way to explore the clinic without directly contacting Wilson—Adelia went to Wilson's clinic a few times dressed as a woman, and out of caution, she mixed in with the guests, just Chatting with patients and nurses without actually seeing Wilson.But as far as the people she saw, she didn't find anything unusual.

She originally thought that this investor might have some voyeurism, so she chose this place, and she chose Wilson, who is very popular with women, to attract female patients.However, she did not find any clues after repeated inquiries, and she did not hear any strange people appearing in the workplace from the mouths of the two innocent nurses, and the investor himself rarely appeared in the clinic.

The loss of the blood sample made things even more bizarre, but because nothing happened afterwards, and her sense of burnout was getting worse, Adelia also gave up on Yiqiao's pursuit.

Thinking about it now, it was just because the missing ones were prostitutes, and Wilson didn't want to mention it to himself.

——A group of people who are not cared about no matter what era they are in, and who can barely be called commodities.

While carefully recalling everything related, Adelia went to the hut where she used to exercise. After practicing for about two hours, she took a shower and lay on the sofa with half-closed eyes.

Sure enough, I still can't let go of this matter.

Adlia sighed, sat up, and dug out her skirt from the closet.

——If you're careful, you won't be recognized.

On the other hand, Sherlock stayed up all night, first went to Ms. Christie's house (it was not difficult for him to find the correct address), and then worked as a coachman in the East End of London for a night, but he was still in good spirits.I went back to Baker Street around nine o'clock and changed my clothes, and then went to the Surrey area without stopping.

This may be a gifted way of working. He didn't go directly to the clinic, but asked the driver to put him next to a nearby tavern.

The tavern is a bit deserted during the day, but because it serves meals, there are also guests chatting in twos and threes.Sherlock loosened his collar to make himself look more uninhibited, sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine familiarly.

Perhaps because there were few customers during the day, the bartender was indeed idle. He mixed the wine, lazily placed it in front of Sherlock, and greeted him casually.

Sherlock didn't miss this opportunity, and started talking quickly.

We chatted for a while and got some information.Sherlock pretended that he was a little tired and wanted to go back to rest, and waved goodbye to the bartender, but he didn't really go to rest, but walked to the clinic.

"Don't bother Dr. Wilson, thank you." A soft and small voice came from behind the door curtain.

The elegant and slender lady raised her skirt and lowered her hat, bringing a little fragrance when she rubbed shoulders with Sherlock.She seemed to give a slight nod in greeting, but quickly walked away lightly.

Sherlock subconsciously took another look.

She was wearing a gray-brown dress with a thin hem, perhaps to prevent it from hindering her work.According to the clothes and dresses, the most direct first impression is the female worker nearby, maybe a shy lady who rushed to work later.

Sherlock's intuition told him that was not the case.

There are many patients here who don't want to talk to others, which is not surprising. Some custom women just come to see some unspeakable diseases, and it is understandable to avoid them in a hurry when they rub shoulders with others.This lady is obviously not among them. She possesses some unique qualities, such as bowing her head but not looking stooped, thin but not weak, but...

The whole night's busyness left his brain in a state of morbid excitement. These things that he would normally pay attention to entered his mind a bit later, and it was already too late when he wanted to look back.

He doesn't come to the Salisbury area very often. It should be the first time he has seen this lady, but for some reason, there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.But before he could think about it, the little nurse had already noticed him, and he took off his hat in greeting: "Hello, I am a friend of Dr. Wilson, Sherlock Holmes...

That's all, but at a glance, the left and right don't match his portrayal of the suspect.

Went to the clinic while Wilson was in the operating room, and after chatting with the nurses, Adelia asked to leave in due course.After walking out of the clinic, she felt tired all of a sudden: what she could investigate was almost done at this point.

After buying two copies of letter paper, envelopes, and a pen from a small street store, Adlia went to a nearby tavern for lunch, and then sat down in a corner seat.

During the process of getting along, she has already understood some of her roommate's talents. For the missing female teacher, and for the classmates who have trusted her, she is also willing to provide some information to save some time.But her behavior is prudent at the same time—she didn't slack off and save money by using the paper at home, but bought new ones.In addition, she did not write with her dominant hand, but with her left hand.

After reading it word for word, she judged that she hadn't left her own language habits. When Adelia was about to copy it on another letter paper, she hesitated again.

Should the letter be addressed to Wilson or Holmes?

Although it is not too busy, but after the exercise is high-intensity socializing and thinking, Adelia just wants to get a good night's sleep.But after all, she couldn't stay out at night to worry her aunt, so she had to change clothes in the rental house, and then dragged her tired body back to 221b before nightfall.

Holmes has not come back yet, which is convenient for Adelia.She took out the messy newspapers and letters from the mailbox, and put her own on the top.

Sherlock does not read every letter of his own, but he will certainly read a letter sent to him without a stamp and postmark because of his exuberant and eccentric curiosity.

Adelia didn't sleep well that night, she always seemed to hear the sound of pushing the door or footsteps in a daze, but after she broke free from sleepiness and listened carefully, she didn't hear anything.After struggling several times, she finally resigned to her fate with a splitting headache and took a sleeping pill.Before the effect of the medicine dragged her into sleep, she vaguely thought that she would have been tossing and turning if she didn't investigate with Holmes, so she might as well have agreed to Holmes.

Really annoying.

Obviously it has nothing to do with me.

"careful!"

Adelia sat up abruptly, as if the drug-treated body was still separated from the world by a membrane.She touched her forehead and found that it was covered with sweat, only then did she realize that the "be careful" was just a nightmare.

Glancing at the watch on the table, I realized that it was 12 o'clock in a dream.

Strange, usually at this point my aunt would call me to eat, why not today?Adelia changed her clothes drowsily and walked out of the room.Sherlock was still absent, but the letter on the table had been taken away.

Just take it away. Adelia breathed a sigh of relief, sat down at the dining table, rang the bell, and picked up today's morning newspaper—this should be brought back by Holmes. It seems that he should have come back after six o'clock in the morning. , He even read the newspaper and turned on this page.

She just wanted to glance at it casually, but she saw the news "The female teacher in Salisbury is mysteriously missing" at a glance.

If she didn't know exactly what happened, Adlia would even regard this as a strange story.The news, which took up nearly one-third of the page, only extracted information about women missing, bicycles on the ground, and a withered flower pinned to the basket--reporters described it as an ominous omen.

If Adelia didn't really know what happened, Adelia would definitely not read this article carefully.It's a pity that after reading it back and forth several times, there is really no point of information, and my head full of useless rhetoric hurts again.But obviously, the police | still received a report, and the case is currently being handed over to Mr. Hopkins of Scotland Yard. It is hoped that people in the know can provide some clues.

The article used some space to praise Hopkins for being young and promising. Adlia guessed that this case might not be taken seriously, and this Hopkins is just a young rookie, otherwise he would have to write a big book.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

It was Mrs. Hudson's footsteps, and Adlia quickly put down the newspaper and walked over to open the door for her.

"I was going to accuse you of sleeping until noon," Mrs. Hudson rambled, "but Sherlock said that there is some alumni association in your school tonight, and you all go to it, and advised me not to disturb you. You sleep well..."

Adelia: Huh? ? ?

The author says:

Lie to you, there is no real three days a chapter (.

Still have a conscience--

Mainly I want to see you talk.

Do you like this form of pigeon release?/doge

Sherlock found out that if he directly asked his roommate if he wanted to play with him, he would be rejected, so the curve to save the country started with the lovely landlady. ?