My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Smith rarely smokes in his workshop, but after hearing Adlia's description, he also fell into thought.

"Adelia, I'm sure Moriarty wouldn't have appeared so soon if it was a novel," Smith exhaled smoke rings, making his somewhat stiff brain come alive, "but I don't think you should treat this as a novel. "

"I... I seldom equate Sherlock Holmes with the one in the book," Adlia smiled wryly, "He is right in front of me, a living person, not a symbol, or the future How will you rely on me, Smith, I have already figured out how to treat him as my best friend for the rest of my life."

"Adelia, let me ask you," he looked at her seriously, "do you think of him as a close friend because he is Sherlock Holmes and you are 'Hudson', or because you are getting along with each other? Treat him as a real friend?"

"Of course it's the latter," Adlia said without hesitation, "I'm sure that my friendship with him has nothing to do with whether I can write "A Study in Scarlet" in the future."

"Then it's very simple, my friend. This is real life. There are no butterfly wings or anything to worry about, and there are no so-called preset paths or possible plots. You are just living," he said in a very firm tone. The road is unknown, that's what life really is."

"It's easy to say, but I can't help but hate Professor Moriarty." She sighed heavily.

"It's useless to have a grudge, even if there are no more descriptions in the book," Smith said dumbfounded, "besides, you have to believe that it's Sherlock Holmes."

"He's a real man, my friend, and has his danger been advanced because of me—"

"Stop, Adelia, stop!" Smith sighed heavily, "I say, we shouldn't overestimate our strength."

This sentence was a bit nonsensical, but Adelia understood it inexplicably.

"The less you know, the more protection you have," Smith said.

"But I want to be with him—" She stopped herself mid-sentence.

What does she want with him?Adelia's mind was in a mess, her mind seemed to be sitting on the horse, and the reins were out of control.She delayed her work indefinitely, delayed the progress of finding a clinic, because she wanted to be on Baker Street all the time, because she wanted to be remembered by him all the time.Adlia pressed her temple dejectedly.

"I shouldn't look for meaning in life from other people, but I can't help it."

"Holmes is always attractive." Smith said objectively, whether it was the one in the book or the one in life, even if it was him, when Holmes came to his tailor shop, he would give a lot of eyes.

"Yes, before I knew he was Holmes, he was attractive enough." Adlia smiled wryly.

She thought for a long time: "Do you still remember that Stilton invited me to St. Barome's Hospital?"

Smith nodded.

"Holmes always said that I could become an excellent doctor, but I'm actually afraid," she whispered, finally pouring out the sludge in her heart, "I don't really want to be in the same working environment as him , making him discover that my professional skills are actually terrible, or that I am terrible in all aspects."

"What are you kidding?" Smith felt incredible.

"It's strange, but I really have this idea. If the face I have shown him now makes him have a little good impression, I even think it's fine like this, and I don't have any more faces. For him to dig deeper, it is nothing but contempt, shallowness and vulgarity.

"I'm afraid of getting close to people. I know I have a good appearance, but I also know that the closer I get, the more flawed, negative, embarrassing, vulgar—"

"Adelia!" He solemnly called her name, interrupting her confusion and low self-esteem in a firm tone, "Everyone has shortcomings, and everyone has a dark side in their hearts. Trapped."

Adelia smiled in a trance: "Really?"

She was silent for a long time: "Sorry, I shouldn't treat you as an emotional trash can."

"I don't care about this, but you need to cheer up, you are facing Moriarty," Smith sighed, and took another deep puff of cigarette, "You know I used to be barely a Sherlock Holmes fan?"

Adelia was stunned.

"When I was in junior high school, the original book, derivative works, TV series, I watched countless versions," Smith smiled nostalgicly, "When I first learned that your aunt's surname was Hudson, and you were in Baker Street, I knew that Holmes would appear, and I was sure of it when you said that Holmes was going to move into Baker Street."

Adelia listened in silence.

"To be honest, reading books and watching TV series is one thing, but when I really realized that I was in the same era as him, I recalled everything about Moriarty for the first time," he finally took out the book from the drawer. The envelope, "It's not exact, but burn it after you read it."

Adlia hesitated for a long time, and finally reached out to take it.

After she finished reading the letter, she put the letter on the candle and lit it, because she was in a daze for too long, and she didn't even notice that it was burned.

"Should I rinse it with cold water?" Smith asked.

Adlia looked at the red fingertips, and felt a bit of pain belatedly: "It's nothing."

After a while, she smiled suddenly: "I'm thinking about that box of letters I've prepared."

"I don't think you'll do that kind of stupid thing again, even though you just showed your negativity," Smith warned.

Adelia murmured: "Yes, I won't, but you know, I have a very strong intuition that those letters will always be used."

If she dies...if she dies.

When Adelia returned to 221B, Sherlock still maintained the same posture. Adelia estimated that he should have smoked four pipes.She looked at the detective's profile and was sure that he still had no intention of speaking, so she found out his index and sat on the sofa to look through it.

She was already somewhat used to the smell of cigarettes on his body, but she was still trying in vain to persuade him to quit smoking.

"This matter requires the cooperation of Scotland Yard." The detective suddenly said amidst the smog, his voice was low and hoarse.

Adelia looked at him puzzled, and her first reaction was what she could do: "Do you need my help to send a telegram?"

"Well... I'm afraid I need a persuasive agent to go out in person." He knocked his pipe on the corner of the table.

Adlia paused: "Then my name is Brad?"

The detective's falcon-like eyes suddenly glared at her fiercely: "Although Detective Brad is very suitable, I don't think this matter should alarm him."

Adelia was a little baffled, and was stared at suddenly. Then, as if nothing happened, the detective put down his pipe and jumped off the sofa, walked to her side and sat down as a matter of course.

"You can't find a picture of this guy in S (Spaulding), Adlia," Sherlock put his left hand behind Adelia and stretched his right hand to the roster for the convenience of turning the page. "C, look at C."

He was so close that the smell of tobacco almost overwhelmed her, she screamed silently in her heart.

"Did you go to Smith's just now?"

"Huh? You know again." She was a little surprised, but not that surprised—it was his ability after all.

Sherlock didn't explain, she smelled of another cigarette, he was sure she had been with that person long enough, and not many people could make Adlia tolerate cigarettes.He only helped to turn to C, and quietly watched her look back page by page.His ears are sensitive and he can hear her shallow breathing.

"Ah—John Clay?" Adrea found the photo suddenly, and she could easily recognize that it was the clerk in the shop.

"Yes, I'm afraid once you've seen it, it's hard to forget," he leaned back, with his right leg folded over his left, "I can recite this page—murderers, burglars, robbers, swindlers, he His grandfather was a duke royal and he himself was educated at Eton and Oxford."

"The important thing is that he is Moriarty's eagle dog." Adlia whispered, and she quickly turned the page to M again.

"I didn't put Moriarty in the roster," Sherlock's perspective couldn't see the index, but he still knew what she was looking for, "After all, I don't have the slightest evidence. As you said, he is an excellent Mathematics professor who can even remember the names of students who got full marks on exams."

"Actually, I have a vague impression that there are bad rumors about him in school, but I really can't remember it. As for the evidence, after all, it's normal if you can't collect it when you just entered the industry-then, don't make fun of me like this." Ade Lia closed the index, and turned to talk to him, only to find that she was almost completely in his arms. She met his dark gray eyes, and suddenly got stuck.

"I'm afraid I won't need Detective Brad this time," he said with a breath close to her. "I think Detective Jones is very suitable. He is more convinced to me and it is easier to cooperate."

"Agent Jones?" Adelia was thinking while surrounded by his body temperature. "Not astute, but courageous?"

Sherlock was stunned: "You remember clearly."

Speaking of this, Adlia was a little proud: "The top students don't like to ask the same question for the second time and can't answer it, the case of the clubfoot, right?"

"It seems that top students usually rely on reference books," Sherlock laughed. "How much of my file have you read, and have you reviewed the medical qualification exam?"

"I passed with an excellent grade." Adlia blinked. "You always put the file there randomly, and you never said no to showing it to me. I always see it when I pack it up."

"There's nothing I can't show you." He replied softly.

He thought that after noticing the approaching distance between the two, it would be Adelia who left first, but he was the one who felt a little restrained first, and he suddenly felt that he was a bit of a rogue, giving up the advantage between the two parties The status made her get along with him unscrupulously. It seemed that it was out of friendship and the so-called gentlemanly demeanor, but in fact it was out of some selfish desires.

She doesn't understand her own charm, but trusts everything about him purely, like a wild cat entering his room time and time again, becoming his regular visitor, and then being surrounded by him; into the arms of a well-trapped hunter.

She's not incomprehensible, she can see that Brad has something wrong with her, but she just treats him—

He looked into her green eyes again, making sure that there was his shadow in them, and said in a helpless tone, "There's nothing I can't show you."

If she did smell of cigarettes, it would be more appropriate for her.

The author says:

I forgot to mention that before. I don’t know if there was a medical qualification examination before. I checked for a long time and couldn’t find it.

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