My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adelia responded a few words indiscriminately, affirming the statement of the alumni association, but she really didn't want to understand what the alumni association was.Could it be the Cambridge Alumni Association of Him and Her and the Wilson Trio?

What activity?If you don't come home at night, you don't have to drag her...

She was a little helpless, but decided not to deal with it for the time being and put it behind her.

It's just that she didn't realize it herself, she subconsciously ate faster, and her movements were cleaner than usual.

This afternoon, for unknown reasons, Adelia rarely returned to her room, but read in the living room, where there was an anthology of Goethe, probably owned by her roommate Holmes.

It looks quite new, and I guess his master didn't think much of it, and Adlia didn't worry about peeping into her roommate's notes while holding it.

It's a pity that the great Goethe couldn't save Adelia's literary quality. She struggled to read ten pages before falling asleep on the sofa.

She doesn't sleep well. After falling asleep, she often has nightmares or light sleep. Occasionally, she sleeps very darkly and deeply. When she wakes up, she will also be plagued by headaches.Due to her previous professionalism, she has firmly rejected sleeping pills or stimulants countless times, and Adlia even feels that this can be listed as one of the greatest achievements in her life.

It was the same this time, like a lucid dream, she felt as if she was floating in a trance, wobbling and unable to find a landing point.

Until the familiar voice sounded.

"Wake up, Adrian," his big hand pushed gently, "Wake up."

Adlia did not expect that she would be a little defenseless in front of Holmes—if she usually fell asleep in the living room or any other place that was not her own bed, any movement except Mrs. Hudson would put her off. Wake up from sleep.But this time, when she heard Holmes' voice, she felt as if the cat was patting her on the back. She just wanted to step aside and not let him disturb her sleep.

"What's matter?"

But she woke up anyway.After opening the dark green eyes, they narrowed their eyes slightly as if they were not used to the light, and the long eyelashes fluttered, casting a small shadow.

"I thought you would ask questions first, about my alumni association," Holmes' voice couldn't hide his excitement, and it sounded a little anxious when he listened carefully, "Hopkins in a moment—oh, I forgot to introduce, Scotland There's a new young detective here, and I think you must have seen the paper I left behind—"

Adelia nodded.

I don't know whether Sherlock saw it or not, he stood up with the back of the sofa that Adlia was leaning on, and then gracefully turned around and walked to his special seat - the single sofa .

Lightly as if dancing.

It has to be said that his state of excitement infected Adelia a little. She touched the cup at hand and took a sip of the cold water to moisten her throat.Anyway, if she didn't need to respond, Holmes would definitely continue talking.

"I have to say that I have seen a lot of mediocre people in Scotland Yard, and I occasionally meet a talkative one, and I am not used to it. Maybe the new blood can indeed bring some changes to Scotland Yard," he fumbled from the side drawer of the table. After touching it, he took out his pipe, "I smoke a cigarette now, don't you mind?"

"Ah." She couldn't force herself to say that she didn't mind, so she could only utter a meaningless syllable.

"That's great, please help me throw my match, I put it in your pocket... no no no, don't look at me like that, I accidentally put it in your coat when I came back yesterday gone."

According to Adelia's personality, even if she minds him smoking, she has to take out the matches, but she may be too relaxed today, or she may be a little confused, but she said something she would not normally say: "Then don't smoke gone."

"Okay, okay," Sherlock sighed, but he didn't take off the pipe, and slowly shook the pipe up and down between his fingers, not paying much attention to it. Sleepless roommate."

"But it doesn't matter, the puzzle itself is exciting, not to mention the moment he is about to lift the veil, maybe I can maintain my energy without tobacco... Ah, Adrian, can you give me some expressions ?” His tone seemed a little dissatisfied.

Adlia's face, which hadn't changed, was slightly loose: "It may depend on what kind of mystery you are going to solve."

Sherlock put his index finger to his lips pretending to be mysterious: "Of course it can't be revealed until all the audience are present, but I don't mind doing some character introductions first."

"Oh, by the way, Adrian, you were a great help," he beamed, "You must have brought that letter up, right? You must have put it on top because there was no one who wrote it and no postage stamp." , Adrian, you have been very helpful - I spent a lot of time wondering who sent it to me - no, it was put in the letter box 221b all the way from Surrey to be exact."

Adelia looked normal.

"It should be a very delicate lady, and the letter paper still smells of lemongrass—but her identity is not that important at this moment, what is important is the information in the letter, which saved me a lot of time—"

Adelia nodded: "It seems that you are lucky."

I thought to myself: the aroma of lemongrass?This man has a real nose.

"Yes, I can't decide so fast on my own, and I'm afraid I'll have to suffer for the poor lady for a few days, but I've already deduced what they're doing tonight, Adrian, and I know you have a Revolver, Mrs. Hudson said that your marksmanship is superb, please be sure to bring it."

"I don't think I have agreed to go on an adventure with you," Adlia said patiently. "My marksmanship is definitely not superb."

"Ah... my reminder is unnecessary, obviously you have already brought it," he ignored Adlia's words, and was still chattering, but he was not annoying, but wanted to know what else he would say next , "I hope it doesn't work tonight, but we also have to be fully prepared."

"A few daring lunatics are a little unscrupulous in picking the most neglected groups to commit crimes. The seemingly bizarre cases are prone to loopholes everywhere." He clicked his tongue. Random crimes are mind-boggling - ah, I hear the wagons, hope our lovely poor Mr. Hopkins gets his third month's pay enough to run around, he's doing just fine Not lavish."

As if he couldn't sit still, he stood up again and went to the window, where he stood for more than ten seconds.

Sure enough, Adlia also heard the sound of the carriage, and at this time Sherlock had already verified his thoughts: "I rarely make mistakes in such small inferences, Adrian."

"Perhaps so, your ears and eyes are really good."

And the nose.

Perhaps amused by Adlia's description, Sherlock turned his head to look at her: "You will find out later that my nose is also very sharp. I am trying to train to distinguish the smell of different tobaccos recently-although this is also considered a talent , but I have to say that sensory acuity can be acquired through training."

...is that why you smoke your house every day?Adelia couldn't help being speechless.But Holmes was right, she did—although she hadn't made up her mind whether to go or not, she had honestly packed her body, and even took her wooden barn with her.

Only this time, she thought to herself, these things had nothing to do with her.

This time it was a young and elegant gentleman who came to the door. His face was not completely out of immaturity, and he looked like some students. Before he came to introduce himself, he said very apologetically: "I am really sorry Mr. It is true that I can no longer bring other people to act together, but my superior has some suggestions on the case, and he will come over soon."

"Well, well, if he's willing to cooperate, it's not so bad." Sherlock tried to pull out the chair for his young friend, but stopped midway, obviously his interest was much lower.

Adelia didn't respond at all, she had already decided to go anyway, and she just had to do her part.

After about a quarter of an hour, when Sherlock's patience was about to run out, the "big man" finally arrived late.Obviously, he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't think there would be any action at night. He was wearing a suit as if he was going to a meeting.The only consolation for Sherlock was that at least he was dressed in black and had a gun.

"Although it's stupid, it's not so stupid," he muttered dissatisfiedly, opened the door, and called Mrs. Hudson in a strange voice, "Mrs. Hudson, please invite this important person here as soon as possible! "

The big man didn't seem to understand the sarcasm, and in order to show his approachability, he chatted with Mrs. Hudson. Unfortunately, Mrs. Hudson was not interested, so he just rushed back to the back kitchen to make biscuits, so he had to smack his lips and go upstairs.

"I've come here out of trust in you, Hopkins," he draws out his tone haughtily, "otherwise I'm not interested in taking part in an expedition with a bunch of young boys, so please, Mr. Detective, You convince me in 3 minutes."

He didn't need to be signaled, he wanted to sit down directly.

"Sheriff Green—" Hopkins wanted to explain something, but was interrupted.

"Wait a minute, sir!" Adelia showed a gentle and friendly smile, "This sofa is too dirty and old, not worthy of your status."

Sherlock's eyelids twitched, seeing his roommate, who was too lazy to lift his legs, took a long blanket from somewhere and covered it on the sofa, and even said flatteringly: "Please sit down."

This move obviously pleased the sheriff, and he sat down with his head raised and his legs crossed: "Then, young detective, tell me your opinion."

Sherlock wanted to taunt a few more words, but Adlia's hand was on his left shoulder, and she used a lot of strength to press him firmly on the sofa.Sherlock himself is not an irrational person. After a little thought, he knows that there is a reason for the incident. His roommate is by no means a flatterer, and there must be other reasons.Time is really tight at this moment, and he is too lazy to entangle with mediocre people, so it is better to start formally.

Of course, he stabbed in a strange way: "I am very grateful for your appreciation, Mr. Sheriff, please allow me to report, report, report, report to you about this case."

Damn, is he so ignorant in Adrian's heart?Why is he so thin? Why is his hand strong?

Sherlock, who had some pain in his left shoulder, was a little helpless, and put his right hand on his left shoulder to signal his roommate to let go.

Almost a second before he touched the other person, the hand was instantly withdrawn, and Sherlock only touched her fingernails.He rubbed his shoulders nonchalantly, his thoughts diverging briefly.

The author says:

Every time I see Jeremy, I feel in love.

I love Jeremy Fu so much. Looking at the face of Jeremy in the original book, the writing is naturally mixed with Jeremy's style.

Revisiting the original book, the descriptions in the original book have been read a year later and I have different feelings. It is completely from the perspective of Watson, and there are very few psychological descriptions of Lao Fu. Most of them are actions or words, and I look at him from the perspective of a bystander. The magic, as Lao Fu himself said, I really like the feeling of being surprised (roughly) when I saw his results directly.

In fact, the most charming thing about him is his rational yet passionate, indifferent and humane side, as well as the feeling of restrained celibacy, but I just want to write Lao Fu's emotional drama, I don't listen to it (crying cat cat head)

Today I suddenly saw how many old friends I have made, my dream lover, I can only express my love in such a profane way, who made my level limited (tiger shed tears)?