My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Until six o'clock, Adlia didn't come back, and Sherlock was unavoidably a little restless - he never ignored every abnormality, and today's frequent unlucky situations made it difficult for him to ignore his bad instincts.

He rang the bell and Mrs. Hudson brought the food.

Then he found out that there was only one serving.

"Where's Adrian?" He took the plate, as if casually.

"Didn't he tell you?" Mrs. Hudson wondered. "He has already packed up and left."

Sherlock turned his head suddenly, and the soup in the bowl almost spilled with his movements: "What do you mean?"

"He said that he had received an opportunity to study in Brussels, which is very rare. He told me for more than a week, and he set off this morning, half an hour later than you," Mrs. Hudson smiled, a little reluctant and a little bit Happy, "I'm really reluctant, but he finally decided to take this step, didn't he?"

Sherlock wanted to ask, but maybe his reason had returned to his original position. He didn't ask, and even raised the corner of his mouth as usual. It wasn't until Mrs. Hudson turned around that his expression gradually froze.

No, it shouldn't be.

His expression became ugly, but at a certain moment, he realized that Adelia had rearranged the living room neatly, leaving no trace of her—as if he was the only one in this room all this time.

Putting the dinner plate heavily on the table, he immediately pushed open her door, the curtains were drawn, and the bed was smooth and flat, as if no one had been there—this was her constant and annoying habit.He opened the closet and found that some clothes were missing.Then he walked to the table and saw the letter addressed to himself.

He originally wanted to open it directly, but followed his body's habit and observed the envelope and the handwriting: Lazy Adelia, the envelope is probably just a random one from the pile of envelopes he bought.

[Dear Sherlock Holmes,

Literally,

I don't know where I was when you read this letter, but I'm afraid I'm not safe.Maybe you are right, sometimes I look down on myself too much, at least at this moment, I think I have the courage.

Ah, it seems that I am a little incoherent, and you are going to laugh at my literary accomplishment again.

To make a long story short, your guess is correct. Moriarty met me as early as Branston Manor, and he regarded my rescue as some kind of cruel and cold-blooded manifestation, and he admired it.Since then, some of my remarks have been passed on to his younger brother Samuel through Stilton, and his younger brother is one of Moriarty's subordinates. Incidentally, Stilton did not know about it.

Some of my work in the KK clinic, including surgery, including the objective attitude towards patients (I am afraid it is considered indifferent), also entered Moriarty's vision through various channels. He once sent someone to test my attitude towards organ transplantation , even, I didn't expect him to use the word "transplant" from me.And if you still remember, the death of Miss Brenda's sister was nothing more than his attempt to drag me into the water—he had imagined that after I went to prison, I would destroy my will and future, and be completely reduced to his pawn tool. But as it happens, he failed.

After I gave up practicing medicine, he probably thought I was out of the ordinary, so he gave up on me.He even briefly abandoned the plan after you and I sabotaged his initial work.It wasn't until we met him in the square at the Redheads that he picked up the idea again.

Please don't judge Samuel too hard, he helped me a lot, I got a lot of information, he tried to help me out of Moriarty's sight, and he succeeded once.As for this time, I'm not sure it will work.

This time I received an invitation from Moriarty, but I still don't know where the destination is, and I'm not sure if it's a dark invitation or a death notice.I was told that they thought I was the mastermind of several plans (including our exposure of Moran in Hampshire). Or am I not acting like a nice guy?But I'm a little lucky, I'm just an ordinary passer-by, it doesn't matter if I spend a lot of trouble, at least you haven't been discovered by them, and I believe you have a chance to destroy the source of evil in the center along the spider web .

I can't tell you more, or Samuel's position would be dangerous.I regret that I can't help you any more, and I'm afraid I can only go so far.

I told my aunt that I was going to study abroad. I had deposited some letters and some money with Smith. He would give my aunt regularly to let her know that I was still alive. In the letter a month later, I would advise her to send me The rooms are rented out to generate more income.Please make sure you don't let my aunt know about this, and make her sad, thank you.

My property passbook and how to deal with the money, I have made a will and put it in the drawer, part of it is given to my aunt, and part of it is given to Smith. Also, I know that you don't care about money and fame, but I'm afraid that you just focus on your work and don't ask for remuneration As a result, life is difficult, so one of the properties is left to you. Even if you are in a tight situation, the rent is enough to maintain your life.Maybe you will think that my worries are unnecessary, but this is the last thing I can do for you.

Then, if you see this and are willing to forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye, if I do not come back, or if you learn of my death from others, you can open the second letter and I will put it under your pillow.I'm afraid I can't tell you with my own mouth.

Yours, Adlia Hudson]

Sherlock stood dumbfounded at her desk.

He wanted to find her, but he didn't know where to go, he had no clues, no direction. His always sensitive brain speculated several possible crises and difficulties she might face, but he was at a loss what to do.

Why didn't she say a word, just face it alone?He wanted to ask, but he knew why.

Worst of all, he should have noticed something, every time she approached, every touch, he should have noticed; she even separated him from Mrs. I am afraid that many of the information she has learned come from his index, but he is not aware of it at all; she is in the living room, so he only pays attention to her and cannot see other things. up.

If one more look, if one more look—

I did not forgive you.

He said in his heart, but finally returned to his room with heavy steps, and then saw the letter.

The envelope appeared to have been opened and then roughly sealed.

He lowered his eyes and reopened the letter.

[I know, even if you don't forgive me, you will open.However, there is no need to worry about me. I think my greatest possibility is to surrender to Moriarty and work as his staff to study organ transplantation for him.But you have to believe in my skills of fishing in troubled waters. I will try my best to keep myself from doing things that are harmful to nature, so that I am worthy of you. After I get familiar with the environment, I will definitely find a way to send you news.

In fact, I also thought about whether to tell you, and then discuss how to do it, but I know that even with Samuel's help, I don't even have any evidence to identify Moriarty, and even if I rashly take him to court, I won't It just adds to the danger for you and me, and creates trouble for you.But you don't need to be burdened, these troubles are aimed at me.

I know you will definitely say that you are not afraid of danger or trouble, but I also know that now is not the right time, and I will worry about you.

When the date of parting is very exact, I can't avoid my feelings for you, no matter what his future is, at least at this moment I just want to get closer to you. Speaking of which, sometimes I still condemn myself in my heart. I will sit on your single sofa and learn from you to look through the case files, and try your favorite tobacco recently. Proactive hugs - I think I'm going too far, but I really just want to be around you, especially hugs.

I can't resist you, I can't help paying attention to everything about you, and I believe everything about you, you are right, I have you in my future design, it was a coincidence at the beginning, but I promise, everything after that All out of love.When I'm alone I think over and over when I fell in love with you, but my answer is that it was probably earlier than I thought.Ah, it seems a bit too straightforward to say these words, but I can't help it.When you took the initiative to express your heart to me, I was flustered. I am afraid that it is difficult for you to understand the turbulent emotions hidden in the heart of a lonely person, and you are afraid that this emotion will abruptly interrupt your embarrassment.I even think that if it weren't for the coincidence that I live in 221B Baker Street, you might not give me a look on the road, because I am actually a terrible person.I thought of many reasons why you would dislike me, but you affirmed me so firmly and encouraged me, and I was thinking, if I were with you, maybe I could become very good, because you really good.

I also want to say a lot about my cranky thoughts when I was tossing and turning, and I am worried that you will get bored with me after you fully understand it, so why not keep some.If we meet again, even if it may take a long time, can you give me another hug without any scruples? ]

Sherlock only felt a little sour in his eyes, and then he silently turned the letter to the back - this part was obviously written in a hurry, probably this morning.

[Ah, I'm so brave, I hope you don't feel offended, I woke up this morning with a strong anxiety, which made me want to touch even more—forget it, I don't need to explain, anyway, I love you.

And, I'm a little worried that after I'm not here, you'll smoke more, reverse your work and rest, or use more intense methods than nicotine to wear down your health. Please take care of your body. At least if we can meet again, I won't see you on your arm. the eye of a needle. "

I think I have fallen in love with you a long time ago.

goodbye! ]

Then he scribbled another paragraph, apparently with a pen on his desk:

[Smoking less!Don't touch those things that are harmful to your health. I just accidentally saw the syringe in your room. If you dare to touch it, you will die.

goodbye! ]

From the letter, he could even imagine that after she sent him out in the morning, she was tossing about in the room, adding a few sentences to the letter she had prepared earlier, and adding a few more sentences.

Holding the letter in both hands, he almost laughed out loud, but when he smiled, the corners of his mouth slowly rolled down.

Goodbye hell.

But she really disappeared from here, she didn't know where she was going, so she left hastily, and he missed the prelude to farewell, and now, he couldn't get any more clues.

Thoughts of getting out of control screamed in his heart, but his legs couldn't move as if they were filled with lead.

——She said that she might meet again, but she even made a will, and even left the notebook she carried with her here.

He suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes, thought it was her coming back, and hurried downstairs without analyzing it, but he saw an old acquaintance, Inspector Lestrade—this made his chest hurt, Lestrade was introduced to him by her. his.Lestrade's face was heavy, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He didn't know how he did it. In short, he probably looked normal: "If it's about Adrian, can we talk about it in a different place so as not to disturb Mrs. Hudson?"

Lestrade didn't mind either: "I just want to invite you to the scene."

He reached out to support the pale detective.

"I originally wanted to send an agent to look for you, but after thinking about it, I came in person." Lestrade sat side by side with Sherlock in the carriage, "Did you see the news about the fire at the Reval Club? The media Tabloids have a quicker sense of smell than dogs.”

Sherlock nodded.

"Actually, if it was just an ordinary accidental fire, I wouldn't look for you, but," he paused, with a confused and heavy tone, "we found a suitcase in the lobby, which was not affected by the fire, and that suitcase The box probably belongs to Mr Hudson."

"You," he heard his voice dry, "have you found him?"

He dared not even say that he had found a body.

"After looking through the visitor log, he should have gone to a certain room in the basement. According to our preliminary investigation, that room is where the fire first started." He glanced sideways at the expression of his detective friend, "but there is only one A female corpse."

Lestrade thought Sherlock might be a little relieved, but he didn't.

"I want to go and see." His tone was as cold as the winter wind.

Lestrade shrugged. He originally wanted to say that Hudson was almost accused of being an arsonist, but at this moment he swallowed wisely: "After all, Mr. Hudson's body was not found, maybe he left , think about the good."

Sherlock had no expression on his face, completely unable to listen to other people's words, and Lestrade thoughtfully said nothing.

They arrived at the small hotel beside the Thames, Sherlock forced himself to remain calm, got out of the car ahead of time, walked along the road to the door of the hotel, and took in the burnt-out building.He remembered what the newsboy had said, dozens of dead and wounded, so there was now a lot of Scotland Yard coming and going, taking stock.He didn't have time to think about many things, he didn't even bother to criticize them for ruining the scene so much, he only thought about one thing.

find her.

Everything after that seemed to have lost its sound and color, and he found the room in the darkness of soot. The white walls of the room had been burned to black, and his sensitive nose was completely blinded by the burnt smell.

She died where he could not see her.

He had never felt this kind of pain before, as if he had experienced the burning fire with her, and he re-recognized his bodily sensations like a baby, and only then did he realize that this kind of feeling is called pain.

He vaguely realized that such feelings would not happen again, but the pain would follow him for a long time, showing sequelae at every unknown moment.

A corner of his attic caved in.

The author says:

I originally wanted to make a birthday special, but I couldn't come up with an idea after struggling for a long time, so I hurriedly finished this chapter, and those who wrote this second love letter will be regarded as a birthday congratulations to Lao Fu.

and Everyone, do you want to make a wish?After thinking about it, I guess it will take about four or five chapters, and I can adjust it in the middle.

祝永远的咨询侦探歇洛克·福尔摩斯生日快乐！感谢在2022-01-0420:23:38~2022-01-0523:51:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Mao Yuhai and Xiaodongdong;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Shermos and Trista Nana; 5 bottles in two cages in a big bag; 2 bottles in the south of the Yangtze River after the rain stopped; 1 bottle in the dream;

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