My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

"Miss Hurston!"

Adelia knew who it was without turning her head. She slowly folded the Echo in her hand and put it away before turning to look at him: "Little Fatty, you are more or less the Lord's son, can you pay attention to your image?"

The blond curly-haired youth, Lebron Brackenstadt, smiled a little embarrassedly: "Are you reading the newspaper? I've already read this issue. Sherlock Holmes and his good partner will break the odd case."

Adlia smiled and didn't comment.

I have to say that the writing of the real Dr. Watson is much better than hers. She is always a little embarrassed when she thinks of this. Others saw it.

"By the way, my father said that a letter for you was sent to my house, but I forgot to bring it, why don't you come and get it?" Laiburn's words swirled on the tip of his tongue, and he finally summoned up his courage, "It's Melas Mister."

Adelia felt a little surprised in her heart. Ever since she and Ossella ran the clinic together, McCoff's letters had always been sent to the clinic. Why did they suddenly get sent to Jazz again?

But she didn't say it, she simply agreed.

Labine enjoyed walking with Miss Rhea Heston, who was so different from the dreary ladies of the town and who helped him escape from the cloying self he had been.

Thinking of his parents' opposition, Laiburn was somewhat depressed, but he still couldn't help but be attracted to her.

When Adelia first met Laiburn, he was still a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms. Now that he has slimmed down with her help, he can be regarded as a handsome guy.

"Is your sir and lady all right?" she asked meaninglessly.

"They're all fine," Layburn smiled shyly. "I heard you and Dr. Othella had another major operation to save the man who had a stomach ache all over and turned yellow?"

When it came to surgery, Adlia became slightly more interested: "Actually, it's a bit risky. I even thought about not doing it? But the cause of the disease is too clear. Ossella and I thought over and over again, made careful decisions, and finally did it— —Although he lost his courage, he was basically able to say goodbye to the pain."

"That's really amazing—how did you know his gall was the problem?"

Adelia did not shy away from telling her former patient and current friend about medical knowledge. She carefully analyzed the symptoms of jaundice and explained her inference.

Laiburn couldn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from listening to the explanation of the girl he liked.

Gradually, they approached the Grange Manor.Adelia ended the topic naturally.

Her letter was left at the porter, and when she had taken it she said good-bye to Layburn, and prepared to return to her lodgings.She didn't look back, so she didn't know that the young man who was full of spring was watching her back all the time.

Back at the residence, Adlia opened Melas—or rather, the letter from McCoff in Melas' name.

[Your medical career is too hot, ma'am, and they're paying attention to you again. ]

Adelia couldn't help but sneered, she didn't realize how similar this expression was to that detective.

——Then let the horse come here, she mocked in her heart.

It's been almost four years, and I'm afraid Smith has run out of letters, so I should go back.

She stretched, took out the letter paper, thought for a moment, and wrote a reply.

On the other side, Baker Street.

"Did I tell you about Moriarty?" Sherlock paced back and forth in the room, and then, as if remembering something, pulled out the newspaper that had been kept before.

"who is it?"

"Professor Moriarty, you are like a king in the criminal world," his tone couldn't be said to be ironic or what, "I have touched the tip of his iceberg several times, but that is just the tip of the iceberg, and his strength is still expanding... "

"I've been looking for traces of him in various cases, big and small, and he still can't give up on this subject." Sherlock nervously flipped through the newspapers he had accumulated before, turning the room into a mess, "Watson, I'm afraid this time is rather short of time, and I have a plea."

"Willing to work for you?"

"I would like both things to go on at the same time, and I implore you to go to Kent and find out as much as you can about the cause of Conceto's death - Conceto is recorded in my index, with photographs. I I still need to investigate some things in London before I can go. I guess your clinic is not that busy?"

"It happens that there are not many patients recently." Sensing that his friend was under extreme anxiety, Watson had no intention of refusing, "I bid farewell to Mary today, and I can start tomorrow."

"That would be great." Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth quickly, then put it down quickly, and put all his thoughts on the newspaper.

"What are you looking for?" Watson couldn't help sighing as he looked at the messy newspapers.

"All news about organs." He said without looking up.

"Your range is too big." Watson knelt down resignedly to help, and put back the newspapers that Sherlock had read so that it would not be too messy. "According to the definition of medicine, skin and blood are also regarded as organ."

"Wait—Watson, medically speaking, what is the use of blood transfusion at present?" He looked up sharply.

"For a while, it was believed to be beneficial to the human body. For patients with excessive blood loss, blood transfusion is also a method." Watson is not too sure about the specific time, "but no one has paid attention to this method for more than 100 years."

"What happened?" asked Sherlock.

"I can't remember the specifics. It was probably killed during the blood transfusion. The patient had black urine after receiving the blood and died soon after. So now the UK has banned it—what do you ask for?"

"I'm a fool—really, I'm a fool," he swore under his breath. "It's not the news, it's the dossier—I remember!"

He pushed the newspaper with a bang, and jumped up: "Watson, look at the description of Conceto in the index! Conceto, John Clay, Moran, Samuel—remember! I I have to tidy up a little so that I can better inquire about the news, please send me a letter when you arrive in Kent, so that I can get in touch with you."

He almost jumped into the room, and then started rummaging through the clothes frantically from the closet, so his room was soon unavailable.

Recalling that the landlady said that Adrian Hudson’s living room could still be kept clean when he lived here, Watson couldn’t help expressing his deep admiration for this former resident and Holmes’ girlfriend. How great is it? Only a good woman can tolerate his messy problems?

Sherlock Holmes sneaked into the West End of London alone; after his friend Watson said goodbye to his wife Mary, he got on the train to Kent alone.

When Watson was sitting in the car, he heard some gossip, saying that a doctor in Kent recently appeared, who was very good at surgery, and even cut off the "gut" of the "bold" Tony, and Tony is still alive now. okay.

It has to be said that Watson was very interested in this topic. After listening to it secretly for a long time, he only vaguely remembered the name Osera, and he was not sure how to spell it.After arriving in Kent, Watson kept in mind the rules of his friends in solving crimes. It is best not to let others know his real purpose. He spent a day in the pub before going to see the place where Conceto accidentally fell off the cliff written in the file. It has been a long time, and there is no trace.Watson, who had no idea for the time being, thought of the problem about the gallbladder and organs, so he simply shifted his direction and went to find Othella—without much effort, he found the Othella clinic.

"I'm a doctor. I heard that you performed a cholecystectomy here and came here to visit." Seeing this Dr. Ossella, Watson stood up quickly, "I'm John Watson."

Dr. Osella was grey-haired, but looked vigorous, and only the marks at the corners of his eyes when he laughed gave away his age.

"I have long admired Mr. Daimyo—you are a military doctor, right? My partner often reads your stories," Osera smiled brightly, "Your appearance matches the description in your article, I remember your latest one The article said you opened your own clinic?"

Watson didn't expect his fame to spread here, and he was a little embarrassed: "Yes, but to cure some minor illnesses. My reputation is only borrowed from my friend Holmes. My achievements are not worth mentioning."

Ossella looked him up and down, but his eyes were not offensive: "I believe you must have made some achievements in medicine, but you just described yourself as dull in order to complement Mr. Holmes."

"Doctor Othella."

A voice came from behind the screen.

The voice was gentle and indifferent, like an icy snow river. Watson preconceived that it was a nurse, but he quickly changed his mind after the other party walked out.

"This is?" Adelia still had a sleepless night on her face, she flicked the hem of her skirt before looking at the visitor.

"Dr. John Watson, the one in the paper you always read." Ossella introduced humorously.

Watson had to spend some time describing the woman's appearance. In fact, Watson felt a little familiar when he first saw her, but he couldn't tell where it was familiar.Her appearance is very rare, black jade-like hair, but dark green eyes, cold and decadent expression, gentle laziness revealed between brows, she is definitely a beauty, but the first glance at her Sometimes he doesn't notice her appearance, but her temperament - her shoulders are straight, her movements show a resolute and courageous temperament, and the insight in her eyes, he can't tell which element constitutes her temperament, and which element constitutes her temperament. There was something calmingly convincing about why she was standing there, but he didn't even need Holmes' magical powers of reasoning to tell it was a surgeon - even if she was a woman.

Adlia was stunned for a moment, and looked at him seriously: "Doctor Watson?"

"Ah, yes." Watson felt a little thumping in his heart, always feeling that there was something else in the lady's words.

"What case happened here? Did the big detective send you here?" Adelia smiled familiarly. Out of hand, "Rhea Heston, doctor."

"No, I just heard that a cholecystectomy was performed here, and I am very interested in it." Watson said.He noticed that the lady's hands were very tender, but there were some calluses on the knuckles, which he didn't have time to identify.

Mycroft's letter to her didn't mention anything about Watson or Sherlock. Adlia's emotions were easily affected by that name, and she was a little erratic: Will he come?What will he look like when he sees himself?

She was a little afraid to see Sherlock.

——In the first year, because Baker Street kept watching her, she was ill, and she changed several places, so she never had time to send the letter; in the second year, the great detective Sherlock Holmes became famous, and she hesitated for a long time before sending A short letter, signed by Heston, looking for a lost pet dog, was probably ignored by him; she sent another such letter later, but the second attached page was actually written by her content.

Still later, Adlia's eyes blinked uneasily, and she wrote many letters but sent none of them.

Every time she took the initiative to touch, she couldn't help fantasizing about breaking up. She was afraid that she would not be able to control herself, and she was afraid that she would eventually be given up.

He now has a new life, more and more fantastic cases, a true biographer and soul mate - perhaps, that's the best fit.

The author says:

Ok, reunion failed (x

You may not know that at the beginning I set the shilling for the dog who was going to test the drug in the study of echoing the blood...but suddenly I felt a little too sharp...that's it.I'm not human.I repent.

The letter from adr said that the dog was lost, and listed the uses of dogs in detective work in the Fu article, but who knows if she is talking about a certain hound or a real dog (.

感谢在2022-01-0918:38:06~2022-01-1019:50:22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 landmine: the difference is three catties, two twenty-seven dollars, and one small dongdong;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of ouch; 5 bottles of extra two cages in a big bag; 1 bottle of rain that is hard to wake up from a dream and late autumn;

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