My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Finding an excuse to walk the dog, the more Adelia thought about it, the more she felt that the idea of ​​walking the dog was a good idea, so she simply brought a shilling.

About half an hour later, Adlia was waiting downstairs for Sherlock.

"I didn't expect you to be so impatient, ah, maybe it's a good idea to bring a shilling," he didn't get out of the carriage, and habitually reached out to help Adelia, but was misunderstood by the excited dog, "Oh—a shilling , don't throw me out of the car."

Adlia looked at the detective who was barely standing still, and couldn't help but mention it in her heart. Fortunately, Shilling was very well-behaved and didn't rush at his master vigorously, so the tragedy of falling off the car did not happen.Adelia then got into the car together.She wanted to talk to Sherlock, but she always felt a little weird with Shilling in the middle. Unexpectedly, Sherlock hugged Shilling on his lap, so the distance between them was a little closer.

"My God, Shilling, your dog food is really worth it," he muttered, the voice just enough for Adele to hear, "It's your parents who spoil you too much and secretly give you extra meals ?"

Adelia replied: "I've never given him food on a regular basis, gentleman, and you're the only one who sneaks in jerky for him—and you're the one who just feeds the dog and doesn't walk the dog."

Sherlock turned a deaf ear and plucked the dog's soft fur: "During the half hour of waiting, did my friend have any new ideas?"

This made Adlia ask the question: "I don't think there are too many mistakes in my thinking. I must have overlooked some information, and you have more information."

"Yes, Adrian, I've always paid attention to everything in this city—I'm familiar with every corner of it," he turned his head and smiled at her triumphantly, "and the crime-prone areas, where crimes are hidden , Where is the temptation lying in wait, my brain remembers it clearly."

"Are there any particular buildings near Coburg Square? Prisons or...?" Every corner?Adelia quickly followed the clues in his words and thought about it.

"Oh, Adrian, you pay less attention to the news that may tempt people to commit crimes, but understandably, after all, you are quite capable of temptation-well, except for a lot of money," he said.

"If you can tease me so freely, I think you already know the truth." Adelia endured for a while, and couldn't hold back a provocative sentence, "Couldn't Brother Ling provide a reference answer again?"

"Small officials in the government sometimes have some accurate information," Sherlock said, not being provoked by the provocation at all, "but that's not why I went to him."

Adlia wanted to ask again, but suddenly found that the shilling had passed from Sherlock to her.She stopped talking, decided not to ask any more questions, and just rubbed the hairy boy's head in revenge.Shiling didn't know why two people went out with him today, and they looked more excited than usual.

Their destination was the pawn shop, which was not so conspicuous beside the square. It was a very low-key shop with some mottled words on the facade. I am afraid that only some nearby residents would come to do business.

Adelia was a bit confused and wanted to ask questions, but after observing Sherlock's expression, she was convinced that it was not suitable for her to disturb, so she only followed behind him with Shilling on her hand.She could even feel that Sherlock's body seemed to be a little tense, it was an excitement close to tension.She was all too familiar with his state.

On Friday evening, there were a lot of pedestrians on the road. When she was approaching the door of the pawn shop, Sherlock suddenly dodged into a street corner a few steps ahead of her. Adelia didn't react, and was dragged by him.

"You think we're being watched—?" Adelia felt as though she shouldn't speak after she asked.

"Yes, no one pays attention to a pair of friends walking the dog, but we are obviously being watched." He pressed the brim of his hat and glanced out again. Adelia was not sure what he was looking at. There was no one in particular except the pawnbroker.

Yes, it was not difficult to see that the person who was locking the pawnshop was Spaulding, with fair and delicate skin that many women would envy, a scar on his forehead, and two pierced ears.

"He's coming." Sherlock whispered, and then motioned for Adelia to stay where she was. He straightened his collar and walked out pretending to be inadvertent.

Adlia watched Sherlock bump into him.

"Ah, I'm sorry," Sherlock apologized apologetically, bowed his head and said, "I didn't step on you, did I?"

Although the tall and thin man spoke tolerantly, there was uncomfortable arrogance and hostility in his eyes: "It's nothing, just watch the way."

Then he left here quickly.

Sherlock turned his head and signaled to Adelia to follow up now, and then Adelia led Shilling out of the corner, and walked slowly beside him in a walking posture again: "Although you don't tell anything Me, but I know I shouldn't ask anything at this point, except to ask if you're going to the tobacconist to restock your packs."

Sherlock looked at her innocently: "My friend, I have always treated you well. Yes, there is a tobacco shop here, and the name of the shop is Mortieran. Let's go there again, and I can give You introduce the corners of this city that you seldom set foot in." As if the monitoring and other things mentioned just now did not exist, Sherlock returned to his previous high-spirited and natural appearance, waving his cane, knocking on the ground from time to time, and The spitting gentleman on the side of the road seemed no different.

This is also one of the manifestations of his confidence.

Adelia reluctantly followed his topic: "Although I seldom go out, I have an extraordinary talent for remembering directions—just like I can remember people's faces clearly."

"Oh, yes, I remembered that you once told me that you had a sum of money deposited in the Suburban Bank?" He raised his cane and pointed in the direction of the bank, "Do you remember what is there in which direction?"

Adelia pondered for a moment: "I remember there is a carriage factory over there."

"Indeed, by the way, there is a vegetarian restaurant in the middle, but I think my Adrian is not interested in it, to the extent that he will forget it even if he passes by it a hundred times," he teased, "However, we have nothing else to do. Arrangement, why not just around here--?"

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the two of them, and there was a sense of warmth. Adelia was about to open her mouth, but suddenly froze.

"Professor?" She suddenly saw a familiar person and greeted him uncertainly.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and looked at that person in the same way. Almost at the moment when his eyes met, Sherlock's detective nerves were severely touched - this was indeed beyond his expectation .

Although he had never met him in person, he was sure who it was.

"This is Mr. Hudson, you still recognize me," he greeted Adelia in a very elegant and easy-going manner, "I think you have graduated?"

Adelia couldn't remember the name of this professor. He once took their math class for half a semester.She observed carefully, and was sure that his hairline might have receded a lot: "Yes, it's been a long time. I didn't expect the professor to still have an impression of me."

"No teacher would be stingy about paying attention to talented students," the professor smiled approvingly, "It's really a pity that you didn't choose to study mathematics."

Adelia smiled embarrassedly: "You're too much."

She intuitively felt that her roommate was a little silent, so she distanced herself a little, trying to avoid the introduction.

But the professor didn't give her this chance.

"This is your friend?" He looked at Sherlock.

Sherlock realized that he might have walked into the sight of this "Napoleon of the criminal world", and shook hands with him calmly, like an ordinary humble young man: "Hello, I am his friend, a Test Members."

"Look at your fingers burned by chemical reagents - I have to remind you and your friends not to touch dangerous... things." He looked like an ordinary teacher who cared about his past students, although he was right Sherlock said this, but stared at Adlia with deep eyes.

"Stop talking, I need to go home." He hinted briefly, then showed an apologetic smile, and waved goodbye to them.

Fortunately, Adlia didn't have anything more to chat with him, and the two sides nodded slightly before parting ways.Adlia took Shilling by the hand, not knowing that after she walked out, the professor turned his head and stared at their backs until they disappeared around the corner.

After walking out for a long time, Sherlock suddenly said, "Do you remember his name?"

Adelia thought about it, but she really couldn't remember it. She had very little impression of the teachers in the university, not to mention that she didn't have many math classes: "I refer to the university teachers who have taught me as professors."

"But he remembers you."

"Because I got full marks in the exam?" Adelia hesitated.

Sherlock snorted.

"...You should know that it is not easy to get a full score in the compulsory mathematics exam at Cambridge University. Although the mathematics requirements for medical students are relatively low, it is not surprising that I will attract the attention of some teachers." Adlia tried to prove that her remarks were not childish.

Sherlock was silent.

The two came in a carriage, but they walked back to Baker Street after a long walk.Only when the door closed behind them did Sherlock speak suddenly.

"James Moriarty." He said his name in an aria.

It took Adlia a few seconds to react: "Yes, that's exactly the professor's name."

"Adrian, I won't be surprised that you are remembered by any teacher, but he—" he repeated in a low voice, "only him."

Adelia didn't know what charade he was playing, and wanted to say something, but saw Sherlock frowning tightly, like a wandering spirit, lighting his pipe, holding it in his mouth, curling up on the sofa with his knees in his arms, closing his eyes and thinking deeply stand up.

It was rare for a difficult case to make him so emotional, and Adlia couldn't help thinking about the name as well.

James Moriarty—Adelia suddenly realized, is it the Professor Moriarty she met at this time?Wouldn't Professor Moriarty see the fledgling detective as an adversary?

Her mind was in a mess, and she carefully recalled what Moriarty looked like in class before, but she really couldn't remember it. She only remembered that there was a rumor among the students at that time, saying... what was it talking about?

What are you talking about...?

Adelia couldn't think of anything, and Sherlock's unusual reaction told Adelia that this might be the villain in the book.This realization made her restless, she glanced back at the detective who was thinking quietly, and walked away from 221B lightly.

The author says:

I like some family of three literature.

Fu: You are getting fat, baby.

adr: You just give him food and don't take him to exercise,

福：啊，让我们来聊聊工作。感谢在2021-12-2822:44:30~2021-12-2922:38:39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 very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?