My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

To study human beings, it is best to start with specific people.

John Watson felt that his roommate was not difficult to get along with, which did not fit the strange rumors he had heard at St. Barome's Hospital, but Watson often found that there was something unusual about him.It is said that he is a loner, who used to have a few friends who could talk to him, but now he is only a loner. Even Dr. Stilton, who helped him get the job, can hardly get much from him. Make a good face.

When he moved in, Holmes originally lived in another room, but just when he was about to move his luggage in, Holmes changed his mind.

"I would be willing to pay a little more," said Holmes, "but I am afraid that I should like to change flats, and this one will be too small for me."

It was a good thing for Watson to have less rent, so after a few days' delay, he moved into the small room where Holmes used to live.

After returning to London, Watson often felt that life was boring. There is no doubt that this roommate brought him a lot of fun to observe in life.

He tested the other party's knowledge and tried to find out the past of his roommates. What he found most interesting was that people who seemed to be of the third class would come to him from time to time. Some of them were arrogant and some were humble. A wonderful admiration.

A man named Lestrade seemed to come more frequently, sometimes four times a week. His presence sometimes made his roommate very happy, sometimes it made him irritable, and sometimes he was depressed.

All this can also be reflected in his violin - he does not seem to have a special preference for piano music, at least Watson has not summed up a special rule, except for occasionally playing the heart-warming song "Song of the Wanderer" at dusk. Except for the Adagio that was broken, there is no mention of whose repertoire appears more often.

The most frustrating thing is that when he is in a bad mood, he will "do a lot of building work", but after that, he will play some pleasant tunes to slightly soothe the hurt ears of his roommates.

He has a golden retriever called Shilling, or it was raised by the original residents. If he is free, he will take it for a walk after dinner, sometimes for a long time.Watson also found that this clever dog was trained very well. Apart from sitting down and shaking hands, he could also run and jump according to instructions, and even pretend to be dead.Sometimes he took a clean and beautiful dog out and came back dirty, and he didn't seem to bother to clean it up.But in the middle of the night, he would get up suddenly, wake up the sleeping shilling and wash it.

He caught a glimpse of the roommate who seemed to be writing an article, listing some uses for dogs, but he didn't bother to read it carefully.

The strangest behavior was that sometimes, when he entered his own room, he would knock on the door—Watson saw this action more than once, sometimes he just raised his hand and put it down, sometimes he didn't pay attention, and even knocked. .

Watson even felt that he was happy when he did this action, but with some elusive sadness.

He also witnessed the dispute between this friend and Dr. Stilton, the doctor of St. Barome's Hospital. From them, he heard another name, Adrian Hudson, who had the same surname as the landlady, Watson. I tentatively asked the amiable landlady, and the answer was that it was her nephew, who seems to be studying in Brussels at the moment, and is also a doctor, and he is still sending letters back.

According to reports from different sources, Watson gradually built up the image of this doctor. He may be quite accomplished in medicine, but his career prospects were hindered by various reasons. Finally, he decided to start again last year. Go to a hospital in Brussels to improve your skills.

And the night after that dispute, Holmes was not as usual. He neither did experiments nor played the violin. He was alone, leaning on the couch with his arms at one side, as if someone was sitting next to him and chatting with him. generally.Watson judged that there might be some dazed look in his eyes. Even if Watson made some movement at that time, he could not attract any attention from this roommate.

Watson still remembered that when he moved in, this eccentric roommate said that it was best not to disturb him when he was thinking quietly, but he was entrusted by the landlady that day and insisted on asking him to have dinner, so he could only disturb him rashly up.

"Don't you have something to eat?" he asked.

His roommate's hooked nose made him look alert and decisive, but in the twilight it blurred some of his traits and made him seem sensual.

"I should eat regularly," he smiled inexplicably, "especially if my roommate is a doctor."

Watson realized that this might be an opportunity to learn about his past, so he took it naturally: "It seems that you have a lot of experience in being friends with doctors."

He wasn't very hopeful that he'd say anything, but perhaps the morning's argument had brought back some memories for the roommate, and he looked up at him.

"Yes, I'm afraid there is no one more experienced than I," he said, "because . . . there must always be a doctor around."

"What?" Watson didn't catch the word he skipped in the middle, and vaguely heard a word that might start with d.

"I can't remember when he left," he raised his voice. "Maybe it's been a long time. I almost forgot how to recognize the doctor's handwriting, let alone I never learned it."

"Well, not all doctors' handwriting is elusive. In most cases, maybe knowing some Latin would be helpful?" Watson said uncertainly.

"I see that you are always testing the scope of my knowledge. I wonder if you have drawn any conclusions?" Sherlock didn't continue the topic of the doctor. He said that he wanted to eat something, but he still didn't move on the sofa. "I I also guessed that you have endured for a long time, and wondered why I inferred that you were a military doctor retired from Afghanistan when we first met."

"I guess someone told you, but Stanford Jr. said he didn't, and praised your, uh, unique ability."

"The adjectives he used may be absurd or weird, but you are proficient in the profound meaning of literature and language." His tone was indifferently lazy, but there was some warmth in the next sentence, "This is a doctor's unique ability to modify ?"

Watson felt that he might have been subtly ridiculed, because he filled in "none" in the column of literature in his "Sherlock Holmes Knowledge Category List".But he also noticed that every time the roommate mentioned the word doctor, there seemed to be a special direction.And based on a certain mysterious intuition, he thought of this former roommate who was his roommate—maybe before he moved in, there lived another mysterious person in this cabin who also puzzled others.

"Are you referring to Dr. Hudson? I'm curious about what kind of person he is." Watson walked to the window and looked out the window. "You seem to have another visitor. Do you want me to give you the living room? "

"If you're really curious about my work, I'd like to invite you to be a part of it," Sherlock said without answering his previous question. "I think you'd be happy to listen in. I think this information will be interesting, Ray. Strade is too busy to call for help in person."

Although he said it was funny, Watson turned around and found that his expression still had a long-lasting melancholy.

During the period of co-renting, he has seen many different expressions of him. Sometimes he does experiments in the room, and even dances and dances after the experiment is successful. It’s just that almost all the joy will end in a daze at the end, and the melancholy at the moment similar.

Fortunately, when he really started to run and think, his melancholy was swept away, and he showed some active characteristics.Although it took only three days to complete the case that took place in Lawrence Leighton Garden Street, the expedition brought Watson unprecedented experience and fun.

He opened the Echo of that day and found that, as the "amateur hound" said, the paper gave all the credit to Lestrade and Grayson.

The detective sat on the sofa, did not resist the doctor's questions, and explained his thinking process in detail.

"In fact, everything is so simple." After analyzing his train of thought, he lost interest again and gave a dull summary. "When I tell my thought process, you will probably only say that it is not Not much more complicated than one plus one equals two."

"You're so humble—it's amazing, I mean your thinking is amazing—to be honest, I've recorded a lot of what I've seen and heard these days, but why can't I draw your conclusions? "Watson couldn't help but marvel, "Your skills should be published to let everyone know-you should publish this case, and if you have no time to take care of it, I can publish it for you."

"It's just a simple case." Sherlock still appreciates others' praise of his detective skills, especially when the other party is so sincere. "It's just a trivial job-I don't need more people's approval my talent."

His tone suddenly became very slow, and his eyes stayed on the bookshelves in the living room.

"But if you want, go ahead and have a biography in my life plan," he said, pulling his violin from under the couch. "It just needs a writer to do it."

But he suddenly put down the piano again: "I have a presumptuous request—may I have a look at your notebook?"

Naturally, Watson had no reason to refuse, and all of this was a record of his thoughts.

He didn't turn the pages from the beginning to the end, but only briefly glanced at the part about the case. After a long time, he laughed softly, then returned the notebook, took out his piano again, and put it on his shoulders. So beautiful and sad music flowed from under his bow.

It's "Song of the Wanderer."

The author says:

The case in the middle is a study of blood characters, so it should be obvious.

Then I don’t know how to write like this, ah, writing this book really fulfilled some of my wishes (Peace)

ps，要说狠，还是得评论区刀得狠（大拇指），我这点文字不值一提。感谢在2022-01-0523:51:43~2022-01-0622:29:38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! ?