My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

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It is not difficult to solve the pain of stalking in the short term. Sherlock asked Mrs. Hudson to send a telegram when she was out. About two hours later, someone from Scotland Yard came and took the two people away directly. Nothing would come out of the torture, but at least nothing would stop them from their little adventure at night.

"I don't have to go either." Seeing the two people being taken away, Adelia was relieved, but she muttered on the surface.

"But I know you want to go instead of waiting for me to bring back the results—well, stop complaining, Adlia, and bring your gun." He changed into the overcoat he was going out, and said.

"Just don't call me by the wrong name in front of outsiders." She complained in a low voice, and filled the bullet by the way.

Two two-wheeled carriages stopped downstairs. Adlia looked downstairs and saw a tall, thin man and an official police detective. Not surprisingly, it was Peter Jones.When she opened the door, Ke caught a glimpse of the tall, thin man with a reluctant look, showing the arrogance of some respectable people. Judging by Adelia's eyesight, his windbreaker and top hat were of very fine quality.

"This is—" Sherlock looked at Agent Jones.

"This is Mr. Merriwether of the Suburban Bank, and he will assist us in this operation." Jones shook hands with Sherlock, and then introduced, "This is Sherlock Holmes, although he has not yet become famous, But please don't doubt his ability, we have several wonderful cooperation."

"Hello, Mr. Holmes," Merriweather reluctantly stretched out his hand, "I am personally not optimistic about this operation, but I have always cooperated with Scotland Yard's arrangements."

"You should have confidence in him. Although his set of theoretical methods are mysterious and even incomprehensible, they are very commendable. He has even been able to walk ahead of the official detectives several times," Mr. Jones said without waiting for Sherlock to refute. He spoke for Holmes in a righteous manner, then changed the subject and looked at Adlia, "This is...?"

"I mentioned to you that my friend, a doctor, often assists me with various affairs," Sherlock introduced, "Adrian Hudson."

Adlia has always been a gentleman in front of strangers. After she shook hands with Agent Jones, she briefly praised his ability: "Holmes told me about you, your decisiveness and execution in the hunt are impressive. admire."

"I didn't expect him to have such a high evaluation in private." Detective Jones was a little embarrassed, but also a little proud, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Then I think we can avoid unnecessary pleasantries and get to the point. I must say that this is the first time in more than 20 years that I will not participate in a Saturday night bridge event. I hope you will not make a fuss and embarrass me." Meriwether looked up. jaw.

"I think tonight's action may be more exciting than bridge. Saturday night is a suitable time to commit crimes. They have a whole Sunday to escape," Sherlock smiled. "Mr. Merriwether, your bet is the bank." property and reputation, and Jones, I suppose you must recall something from my description--"

"If you don't describe it that way, I won't think of John Clay so quickly," Detective Jones rubbed his hands excitedly, "He is really flexible. I have missed him many times. With your help, maybe we can gain something—why don't you call in a few more agents?"

"It's not beautiful if it's too much. I'm afraid there won't be too many people on the other side." Sherlock didn't say what his real consideration was.

"You are always thoughtful. You called us in the name of being followed, so that people who are watching in the dark will not be alarmed." Detective Jones praised him greatly.

"There are other reasons for this, but I won't go into details at this moment." Sherlock glanced at Adlia with a hint of complacency in his eyes. He quickly turned around and took off the hunting whip by the door. It's time, you can go out."

The last time Adlia saw this hunting whip was when he and Stilton were doing experiments to observe the appearance of scars after death and their changes over time.

——In addition, forgive her occasional wild thoughts, the detective in a suit holds his hunting whip straight on his back, it is difficult to prevent her from noticing his figure and physique, or to put it directly, a certain temperament that easily makes women think frivolously.

It was late in London at that time, and the gas lamps on the road had already been turned on. Adelia and Sherlock were sitting in a carriage. Sherlock closed his eyes and meditated without saying a word, while Adelia looked back frequently. Want to make sure no one is following.At a side door, the carriage stopped briefly, and Sherlock and Adelia jumped off the carriage station to a narrow aisle. Sherlock told the driver to turn around and go back to Baker Street to avoid being followed. .Meriwether and Jones followed.Under the leadership of Merriwether, they opened the side door from a hidden passage, and the place seemed very deep and quiet. with.

Adelia carefully memorized the way. They walked through three doors, two aisles, and one spiral staircase. The basement smelled of earth.

"Our security is very strict and cautious, so I don't know where your guess comes from." Meriwether's words at this moment still revealed his disdain for the detective.

"We need to be careful with our steps," Sherlock ignored his disdain and reminded earnestly, "so as not to startle the people underground."

They came to a gloomy big iron door. Meriwether opened the door and entered a large room with a vaulted roof. There were many wooden boxes and large iron boxes piled up here. Gold coin money.

Adelia began to calculate absurdly how much a box would be worth if all the boxes were filled with gold—even though she was not short of money, as a social animal, she got a little excited just by imagining it.Oh, what a vulgar woman she is, who is obsessed with gold and silver treasures, she must not be suitable for a bank, and staying next to wealth will make her imagination run wild.She wants to own this room and drive away all the other people who are in the way.

Meriwether was obviously not very convinced by Sherlock's words, and tapped the ground with his cane, and at the same time Sherlock's fierce eyes came to him.

"If you really want to do something rebellious, I can only suspect that you are with those people." His voice was not high, but very serious.

Meriwether finally showed a little panic: "It's empty down there, I mean, it's empty down there."

Sherlock snorted coldly, and ignored him again. He took off his hat, handed over the lamp and hat to Adlia, and pressed his ears tightly against the wall.Jones also followed suit, trying to hear something.

"I hope we didn't scare them away," Sherlock said in a bad tone. "I think, now that you have more or less faith in me, tell me what attracts them in the bank."

"About four months ago, we got an opportunity to increase our reserves. We borrowed [-] gold coins from the Bank of France. Sir, it's in the box next to you." I have heard the news that someone will do something to this batch of gold, and we have been on guard, but this batch of gold is going to be shipped out next week, so I just relaxed a little for a few days."

Sherlock took off his coat and threw it into Adelia's arms, picked up the magnifying glass, knelt on the ground on one knee, and checked the cracks between the floors by touching, while Adelia spontaneously stood beside him and took pictures for him Bright.In just a few tens of seconds, he locked on to the target, stood up and patted the dirt on his knees.

"Do you remember what John Clay looked like when we met—I mean the pawnbroker?" He didn't care whether Merriweather was a so-called bank director, took Adlia's handkerchief and wiped his hands "There are obvious indentations and dirt marks on the knees, and they are even a little broken."

Adelia recalled: "I think there should be."

"You saw it, but you didn't think down." His tone was not severe. "If you go down a little bit, it's not difficult for you to guess with your wisdom that he is digging a tunnel."

Adelia replied in her heart: Only you who are sensitive to crime would think so.

Sherlock turned to Jones and Meriwether, but his tone was not so gentle: "I think you can all accept my decision, then cover the lampshade of the lantern, I think we need to wait for a while, waiting for their actions—— I think that's the position, Jones, Adrian, if he pops up, he can shoot if necessary."

It was like the director's last confirmation after the scene was set up: "Their only retreat is that pawn shop, Jones, you should be prepared."

"There are detectives waiting there."

Jones and Meriwether squatted to different positions under his instructions, while Sherlock and Adlia hid together. Once the lampshade was turned off, the already dark and damp basement looked even darker and colder. Adele Ya's eyes blinked uncomfortably, her night vision was not very good, and it took several seconds before she could see some blurred shadows clearly.Tension and uneasiness magnified in such darkness, she touched the cold gun at her waist, loaded the bullet and held it in her hand.

Also because of the deprivation of eyesight, other senses were magnified abnormally. She sat on the wooden box, while Sherlock stood aside. She couldn't see his movements clearly, but she felt that Sherlock was like a sculpture that could generate heat, and all the heat passed through it. Convection came over.

In such a tense squatting, Adelia didn't feel much tension except for some dark fears. She was still recalling various surgical procedures and methods in her mind. Stones, and when she thought about thyroid cancer and breast cancer again, she felt Sherlock move suddenly.

So she stood up lightly, and pulled the hem of his clothes based on feeling, but he stretched out his hand backwards, holding her hand in his palm, and she realized that she was a little nervous , Only when she was in his scorching palm did she realize that her palm was cold.

In the completely quiet situation, she couldn't ask anything, and she was a little unwilling to take her hand out, so she could only let him rub it gently, so the cold hand slowly warmed up.

I'm so greedy, I'm still stealing his temperature at this moment, I'm too hateful, she thought, but he said I was his favorite, obviously he took the initiative.

So the operation also escaped from her mind, and she was so lazy that she didn't want to think about anything.

Until he let go of her hand, Adelia was convinced that he probably heard something, his whole body tensed up, and his hand might be holding his hunting whip.

And just a few minutes later, Adlia's eyes caught the light again, it was the place Sherlock pointed to just now, and there was indeed a problem with the floor tiles there.

Then, little by little, little by little, the floor tile was lifted like this, and a hand was stretched out, groping around there.At first Adelia could hear other people's breathing, but now she couldn't even hear other people's breathing, maybe everyone was holding their breath waiting for the next move of this hand.

After some groping, a man nimbly supported the surroundings, and then jumped up vigorously and lightly. Perhaps the joy of success slightly lowered his vigilance, and he didn't even glance at the corner where Sherlock and her were hiding.

And Sherlock only patted Adlia's shoulder lightly.

At this moment, Adelia felt like a well-trained soldier-really, she never thought that she would really do such a thing when she practiced shooting.Her action of drawing a gun and aiming was so standard that it could be written in a textbook, and she even rationally knew that she should hit the person who climbed up first—and she did.

"No! Archie, let's go back—"

Sherlock flicked his hunting whip, and hit the man's wrist with a "snap", and the gun of the first man who climbed up was thrown to the ground. Before he tried to escape, By then, Jones and Adlia's guns had been aimed at his forehead.That was the Spaulding they had seen.

"Adrian, I have to say that your aim is too good," Sherlock laughed silently, "Spaulding, or John Clay, it's better to see it after a long time, it seems that the detective I arranged at the exit It's useless."

But Spalding looked at Adlia who was behind Sherlock.

"Adrian Hudson, I know you, did you tell him?" His voice was treacherous like a poisonous snake in the deep mountains and forests, "I know you, sir."

Adelia was still holding a gun, and she was dumbfounded. She didn't respond or deny it.As Sherlock said, if John Clay is really Moriarty's lackey, it means that perhaps she did step into Moriarty's vision long ago.

It was strange, she didn't understand the reason, but her intuition made Moriarty find her presence a threat, and it was obviously more appropriate to face Sherlock at this moment.

Merriweather couldn't care less about these, and he trembled when he spoke: "Thank you, Mr. Holmes, thank you, Mr. Hudson, Mr. Jones, my God, if this batch of gold is really stolen, I will be ruined— — Banks are screwed too.”

Archie, the red-haired man who climbed up second, still tried to escape with his arms around his injured thigh, but Adlia's gun had been moved to him, and there was no room for him to escape.

Sherlock probably realized the same thing as Adlia. He smiled and turned the other party's attention to himself: "The method of the Redhead Society is very effective and very interesting. This one on the ground is probably Duncan Rose?"

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"I'm not obliged to answer you, stupid detective." Even though he was caught in a trap, John Clay still held his head high, as if he were a real nobleman, but how ridiculous all these postures looked on a thief and robber.

"But it's time for me to handcuff you. It's my duty." Jones' cheeks flushed with excitement. "We've caught you. Your way of avoiding it is as flexible as your way of digging a hole."

The thief looked at the Scotland Yard agent with disgust: "Please be careful not to touch me with your dirty hands. I am a descendant of the royal family. Please use the honorific title."

As if listening to a funny drama, Jones raised his eyebrows with a mocking look. He gave Sherlock a knowing look, and then turned his head to perfunctory the thief: "Okay, sir, please follow me Go to Scotland Yard and spend the rest of your life in prison."

When Jones led him to the door, Sherlock suddenly said, "Professor M may be involved in this event, sir?"

John Clay stopped suddenly, his eyes were cold and sticky like a poisonous snake: "I suggest that you don't listen to your friend's slander, intervene rashly in the professor's affairs, let alone mention his name."

Then he threw his head high and walked away ahead of Jones.If it weren't for the silver handcuffs on his hands, his arrogant demeanor would really make people think that he is the king of a certain country.

Although there was still a lot to say, in front of outsiders, Adlia and Sherlock stopped expressing any opinions on topics related to the professor. Merriwether danced and thanked the detective and asked him what kind of compensation he wanted.

"The work itself is my reward." Sherlock never bowed his head in front of the bank director because of the other party's wealth. "The bank only needs to provide me with some expenses in the process of solving the case."

"Okay, okay, of course there is no problem." Meriwether watched the carriage of the two leave, and bowed deeply behind the carriage.

On the carriage, the conversation between the two had just begun.

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Because it is the original plot, so today it will be a little longer + some words will be given away.

Ah, I finally wrote down the details of flirting (crossed out) while doing business, so exciting.

Old Fu: I just warmed her hands.

And: Lao Fu's hunting whip is really handsome, but I'm still very curious that in the original book, Lao Fu always asked Watson to carry a gun, but he was holding a cold weapon. Thinking about it, it might be some classical gentleman's style at work (cute

ps Yesterday, it was strange that the concentration exceeded the standard, but I really like it (Modama)

感谢在2022-01-0122:58:06~2022-01-0222:18:10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 cat and the sea, [-] lazy little wool;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：墨箫30瓶；不桔唯一性、流沙仙子20瓶；王木深9瓶；小咚咚8瓶；懒懒小羊毛5瓶；已霜3瓶；

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