My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adelia didn't sleep very well that night, and had many hazy dreams, but she couldn't grasp anything in the dreams.It was about a quarter past seven, and she heard a rustling sound outside the door, probably because Sherlock had woken up, which was a bit rare for him.She lay on the bed with her eyes open and wondered if he would knock on her door, but no.

At eight o'clock, Adelia, who didn't wait for Sherlock or sleepiness, turned over, finally gave up struggling and got up.After having a heart-to-heart talk with Smith yesterday, Adlia made up her mind to work seriously earlier.After breakfast, she took Shilling and went out for a walk. By the way, she took a look at the apartment she had inspected earlier, which was suitable for a clinic.

London is a magical city, and Adelia was walking unsteadily on the way to Oxford Street.Fashionable ladies with feathers pinned to their hats, maids in coarse skirts who come and go in a hurry, gentlemen with indifferent faces whose fine leather shoes are stained by flying dust, and homeless men who are drunk on the side of the road.And it's all on the same street.She seemed, like Sherlock, to have acquired the habit of observation.

It's not polite to go directly to someone else's apartment without saying hello. Adlia didn't bother the original resident, but only inspected the surrounding situation. If she opened a clinic here, it would be quite convenient to go back to Baker Street. I picked a pet-friendly cafe, tied my shilling, and sat quietly for a while.

It was at this time that she suddenly realized that she seemed to be being followed.

A strange man, standing at the corner, under the sun, reading a newspaper with glasses, Adlia can clearly see the man's tweed coat and black trousers, and if she is more careful, she may be able to see the head of the newspaper clearly After seeing the title of the page, after meeting his eyes, he hurriedly avoided and disappeared around the corner again.

Are you stalking yourself?

The bitter taste of the coffee in her mouth was barely enough to refresh her. Adlia cautiously judged that the opponent should be a 1.8-meter tall man. She was not sure whether the opponent had a weapon. Although she had a medium-sized dog, Shilling was completely non-aggressive. She could not judge the odds .She couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she had a vague sense of familiarity.

When did you start tracking?Adlia's brain was running wildly, trying to find some clues, but she had no memory at all. Baker Street was only a few minutes' walk from Oxford Street. Maybe she followed it when she left Baker Street?But what are you following her for?

She thought of Moriarty almost uncontrollably, but felt that her guess was true and unfounded.She is not an important person, and it is meaningless to follow her.

Maybe not tracking?Adelia took another sip of coffee, but she could see that although the figure disappeared from the wall, the shadow appeared comically.She stared at the shadow for a while, until her eyes became a little sore, and then she looked away, pretending to be teasing Shilling, but she still looked in that direction from the corner of her eye—sure enough, the man poked his head out again, but quickly retracted, Or maybe just to make sure she leaves.

Maybe it was the Redheads who were following Sherlock?She thought carefully about Sherlock's strange behavior that day in the square, and told her that they were in someone else's territory—does the redhead have other interests involved?But no one should recognize her as Sherlock... Following her?Or follow "Sherlock's friend"?

Adelia was very upset, but she also had a bachelor mentality of indifference: I sit here and you stand there, and you dare not come up directly and let me take a shot, so just wait, Let's see who can't bear it first.

As if nothing had happened, she took the sausage ordered in the cafe as a teaching aid, and trained Shilling to sit up and play dead.

Shilling has no worries, but only concentrates on comprehending the master's new password. When the hand gestures for a gun, it should stay on its back until she gives the next command. This is a fun game for it.

The sun gradually rose, and the time gradually approached noon, and the shadow also slowly changed direction, and could no longer be seen. Adlia couldn't tell whether the other party was still there.

Well, why don't you go and try?

Adlia pointed at Shilling absently with a gun gesture, and Shilling fell back as if having fun, accompanied by a pitiful and cute whimper.Her heavy heart got a little relief.

She is now a watcher or a watched person, she feels that the scene at this moment is a bit absurd.She was the one who lost her patience first, and it wasn't difficult to get away directly, but it was impossible to figure out his purpose in this way, maybe she also had some adventurous spirit in her bones, and she chose another one.

The noon sun was a bit dazzling, Adlia held the leash tightly, lowered her hat, and walked towards that corner.

The man was still there reading the newspaper, the hat pulled down almost to cover his face--Adelia, who judged that he didn't have a gun in his waist, suddenly took his newspaper away.

"My God what are you doing? Who are you?" the man exclaimed in a gruff voice.

"It's just a 5-minute walk and follow me—who are you?" Adelia smiled, "Maybe you don't mind if I take off your beard and glasses."

"It's not a gentleman's act to slander others!" He gasped and glared at Adelia angrily.

Adelia squeezed a sneer from her nasal cavity contemptuously, and approached that person, very close.

"I suggest you take off your beard and glasses, sir, I have vicious dogs - and this."

She pressed her hand. The gun to his waist: "You don't want to get hit for a small tracking job, do you?"

It's like pressing a certain button, and the expression of that person trying to pretend to be a passerby changes instantly.

"Sir, I suggest you stop, it's not a good thing for you to recognize me," his voice was mechanically calm, "don't let yourself come closer to his vision."

"Who?"

"Don't go anywhere for a few days - I'm just paying you back, so go away," he sighed, "I have a weapon, sir, I just don't want to point it at you, you can evaluate, knock you down for me It's easy to say, and this dog you have is not aggressive."

There was genuine concern in his blue eyes, and Adlia knew he was right.His big hand was rough and callused over hers, but what mattered was that he almost easily removed her gun and tucked in a note.

Adelia was sweating all over.

"Burn it after reading it. If you don't leave, you will make others suspicious. Mr. Hudson, put your gun away and don't look back."

After walking a dozen steps away, Adlia turned around and found that the man was no longer there. Her hand holding the leash was almost trembling, and returning to Baker Street did not make her feel at ease.She looked around, and this familiar street, which was only 400 meters away, gave her a strange feeling. Under the rare warm sunshine that the whole of London enjoyed, her whole body was cold.

The whole street was as peaceful and serene as before, no one noticed the little episode just now, and even Adelia hoped that it was a fantasy for a moment.Before she closed the door of 221B, she looked back again, there was nothing unusual about the hurried passers-by, the boy selling newspapers, and the shopkeepers chatting.

As soon as she closed the door, she ran into his arms—it was him, and this realization made her feel relieved.She was like a lost ship suddenly finding its way, her pretended composure suddenly disintegrated, she just wanted to release all her anxiety in his arms.

"I saw you from the balcony as usual—Adelia?" He noticed with dismay that his friend seemed to soften and give herself completely to him, her breath coming through the shirt. When it reached his neck, it was so warm that his heart softened.

"I have to lean on, let me take it easy," Adelia let go of the leash. She wanted to hug him hard but couldn't lift her arms. Her head was still buried in his neck, and her shirt Her collar rubbed against her a little uncomfortable - what was even more uncomfortable was that she was still thinking about the note she was still clutching in her hand, she let out a long breath, "Let's go upstairs first."

Sherlock helped her take off her hat and hung it downstairs, half-hugging and half-supporting Adlia up the stairs and placing her on the sofa. Out of some detective intuition or speculation, he immediately pulled her up. He closed the curtains, and then he turned his head and saw her tightly clenched fists.

Adlia noticed that his gaze was on her hand, and then she opened her right hand, revealing the crumpled note, and opened it to read.

[Don't go to medicine, he noticed you again. ]

Sherlock, who got Adlia's nod of agreement, took the note, took the magnifying glass out of Adlia's coat, and carefully checked the note: "Right-handed, but this word is written with the left hand, cover up The handwriting, the paper looks very rough."

He took the note to the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly: "Maybe a certain coffee shop took a note and wrote it in a hurry, and tore it very casually. It can't be ruled out that he deliberately tore off the logo of that coffee shop."

What is "again"? Who is "he"?Could it really be Moriarty?But why is he staring at himself?What does this have to do with being a doctor?

Those blue eyes are so familiar, who are they?

Adelia was nestled on the sofa, sitting as dry as a log, she was a little cold, and wanted to tell him bluntly that perhaps she still needed that hug, but she was ashamed to say it, but her slightly curled up and evasive gesture caught Sherlock's attention ...He noticed that his friend might need more care than the note, put down the magnifying glass and the note without hesitation, sat beside her silently, hugged her in his arms, and patted her at the gentle frequency of her peace of mind. Caress her slender back.

He never expressed his feelings, but his movements were soft and loving.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was somewhat drowsy. Adlia closed her eyes. The smell of tobacco and the transparent vitality seemed to pour into her body continuously from his arms and palms. She could absorb it from his heartbeat. A rhythm that reassures her.

His warm breath sprinkled on the top of her hair, a little itchy.

She said in a low voice, "Why did you close the curtains?"

Sherlock didn't mention the fact that she guessed that she might be followed: "For us not to go to the gallows."

The author says:

I wish everyone a happy New Year's Day ~ with a hug!

Catch up is when Fu is not around, ADR behaves more and more like Fu (including occasional reckless adventures), I would like to call it husband and wife.

ps Lao Fu is an exaggeration. Homosexuals should not be hanged in that era, but they may be imprisoned for indecent crimes (refer to Oscar Wilde).Lao Fu is implying that they are not simple friends to comfort and hug/doge

感谢在2021-12-3021:02:19~2021-12-3116:58:23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 landmines: 1 unpalatable Crab Crab Fort, Little Dongdong, and Lazy Little Wool;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of small watermelon;

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