My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

[... I have been in Kent for three days, and I have learned something here, whether it will be of any benefit to you.

I'm afraid I can't find out more about the case of Conceto. No one here knows Conceto. No matter how I inquire, I can only find out that he is a foreigner who came here to seek medical treatment. Unfortunately, he fell on the edge of a cliff. died.

……

There are also some that may not be relevant to the case, but when it comes to the word "organ" that you care about, I think it may need to be clarified: There is an Osella clinic here, which is jointly run by Dr. Osella and Dr. Heston. One month, they had a gallbladder removal, which was quite a stir in this small place.I visited the owner of the clinic and I am sure that the surgeon is Dr. Hurston. It is worth mentioning that this bold Dr. Hurston is a beautiful woman. I think you are not interested, so I will not spend time Describe her beauty, but I have to say that she has excellent qualities that many men do not have. I am in your light, and she allowed me to visit one of the operations.She has high requirements for hygiene, and all the clothes entering the operating room have been strictly disinfected. I followed her request and strictly washed my hands for more than three minutes. I also brushed them for a long time and soaked them in disinfectant water. She allowed me to go on stage, and she also had some strange requirements such as where the hands should be placed. I probably understand that it is to prevent bacteria from being brought to the patient.

There are a lot of strange equipment in the clinic, and I also know about them one by one. After asking, I found out that Sir Brackenstadt gave a lot of funds, and all these equipments came from Dr. Heston's genius idea (though she herself denied ).I predict that Sir's son may have other thoughts about this female doctor. I often see him circling around the clinic, like a loyal knight, sending away those who have bad intentions where Dr. Heston has not seen, But I'm afraid you don't want to know these gossips, so I won't say more.

One more point, I'm afraid it will make you laugh, I can always find some shadows of you when I talk to her, including the occasional posture of her sitting on the armchair, and the occasional mocking look of the patient (no more than you mocking your poor client. How gentle you are), and she also has a pair of Persian slippers similar to yours.

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Part of it is because of the operations carried out in the clinic. I heard from the residents that some strangers seeking medical treatment have started to come to this place recently, but I did not see the few people in the index that you forced me to write down that day.

[…]

Sherlock spent several days in the West District, and finally got the news he wanted. At this moment, he finally had the time to sit down and look through the letters. Ever since he became famous, there were always messy letters in the mailbox. After reading the beginning, he put it aside, troubled the landlady or Watson to help him read a little, and stopped and threw it away halfway through—he was not interested in lost puppies and cats, cheating husbands, and missing lovers.This time he predicted that Watson's letter might not have more clues, but he still opened it.

He saw her picture again as he took the briar pipe out of the drawer, and closed the drawer a moment later.

Now no one cared whether he smoked or not. He put his pipe in his mouth and lay tiredly on the sofa.

Female doctor, how could he not think of her.

If she is still alive, she is probably the same as Ms. Stoner, or the female doctor in Watson's letter.

He also said that he saw his traces, and Watson always had bad eyesight.

He put down the letter and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Blood transfusion, selling|blood, organ transplant.

He chewed Moriarty's name over and over in his mouth.

He couldn't recall what state of mind he was in looking for clues to her disappearance at the time. The cunning Conceto briefly appeared in England and escaped, and Moran, who was in that club, had no evidence.They were inextricably linked to that fire, but he had no proof that it had destroyed everything.

At this moment, Adlia woke up from her sleep.

It has been five years since the fire, and she still feels lingering fear when she thinks about it.She stood up with her clothes on, and there was still some blurred moonlight in the courtyard. She was stunned for a while, and finally sat down at the desk and wrote a letter that could not be sent, just like every time before.

But this time is different.

She couldn't write a single word.

Worrying that every explanation seems to be sophistry, and worrying that my inexplicable melancholy falls on paper and turns into complaints.Time flies, and she realizes from one article after another that she probably shouldn't appear by his side, but when she writes again and again, she realizes that she wants to be by his side.She couldn't express more of her emotions, only worried about becoming a burden.The only good news is that the migraines have been absent for a long time, and this is also the detective's credit.

Maybe it's better not to meet, the detective shouldn't have any emotional entanglements, she thought.

She burned the letter paper, picked up her pen again, and decided to write to McCoff.

She thought for a long time, and wrote:

[...Leaving is of no benefit to me, if he wants to come, let him come, I don't believe he can really take me away in full view—besides, using me as bait is not your plan ? ]

Downtown, Poker Club.

"There is great news in Kent," said Lord Adair, chatting as he played his cards. "A doctor over there has removed the gallbladder and cured his colic."

"Oh, it's so amazing——" Moran glanced at the card played by the Lord, "Can you still live without a gallbladder?"

Adair shrugged: "I didn't ask much, I only listened to it occasionally, and it seems that the patient's gallbladder is full of stones!"

Moran tightened his hand holding the cards, but still smiled and said: "You have to see your cards clearly, don't lose to me again!"

Diogenes Club.

McCoff opened Adlia's letter.

Using her as bait, Mycroft slowly added sugar cubes to the coffee, one piece at a time.

I'm afraid Sherlock must be caught.

Someone knocked on the door and entered. Mycroft unhurriedly threw the letter into the fire while quietly listening to the other party's report. After listening, he explained a few words and asked the other party to go to Baker Street.

There is an adventurous younger brother who is really worrying. He lies back in the easy chair, lamenting in his heart that he cannot escape the fate of running around for the hapless younger brother in middle age-he has long foreseen the situation at this moment.

The next day, Club Diogenes.

"I just saw that someone was turned away by you." Sherlock closed the door and took off his coat. "It's rare."

"You won't be confused if I say his name," Mycroft half-closed his eyes, "CAM."

Sherlock was a little puzzled: "You're showing off again."

"Ah... I always forget that your investigations in the upper class will be half a beat slower than mine," McCoff smiled leisurely, "When you investigate, I will provide you with some small assistance .”

"Then you probably know why I came here." Sherlock decided to get straight to the point.

"I wanted to test whether you would be interested in this case," Mycroft shook the letter in his hand, "A poor high-ranking political official lost his life. If you miss this time, you may have to wait a long time to find out. to the tail of the CAM."

"Blackmail, suicide...the news is not uncommon," he said indifferently, "you have been talking about it all the time."

"Be patient, Sherlock, be patient," Mycroft finally opened his eyes, and sat up a little bit straighter. "After this case, CAM will definitely become your focus."

"Since you are so concerned about the gossip in the upper world, do you also know about the prevalence of blood transfusions some time ago?" Sherlock decided to ask directly.

"Moriarty did find a new tool, which is very useful," Mycroft sighed, "He deciphered the rest of the previous work, and pioneered the meaning of blood type, which was the original Dr. Wilson, who wrote the paper, never thought of it."

"I'm afraid he not only has a mind for research, but also has some wonderful ideas for publicity," Mycroft sarcastically said, "Different blood types have different personality characteristics. By supplementing this type of blood, people's personality can be perfected."

"Nonsense."

"Yes, but it does not prevent the nobles from starting such a business, even though it is secretly," Mycroft yawned, "This has brought a lot of benefits to Moriarty, but you and I both know, Morrie Yadi's plan is not just for this benefit."

"I know," Sherlock's gaze did not miss his brother's expression, "The Conceto case was concluded by Detective Brad."

"Ah." The little official smiled slightly.

"There is your instruction in it."

The small official's smile seemed to be engraved on his face: "How could it be?"

"Stop joking, without your instruction, how could London's promising detective go to the cliffs in Kent to investigate such a nonsensical case?"

"Then why don't you ask Brad?"

"You know he won't say it." Sherlock was about to grit his teeth for his elder brother.

"The people who follow Moran told me that he seems to be planning to go to Kent recently," Mycroft finally confided some news. "If you want to go, remember to call on Sir Brackenstow for me. We are going to get engaged on this day, remember to send blessings to the fiancé couple."

Determined that Mycroft will not disclose any more information, Sherlock loses patience and prepares to leave.

"One more thing," Mycroft called to him before he pushed the door open, "I need to remind you."

"You have suffered once from being blinded by emotion, Sherlock--emotion, or love, can affect reason," he drawled. "It is contrary to cool thinking."

"There is only her, there will be no one else." He said.

Mycroft sighed in embarrassment, so he said that his brother was completely blinded by emotion: "Why don't you sit down and let's talk about Adlia? Ah, I mean Miss Hudson."

Sure enough, Sherlock stopped opening the door, held back his anger and sat back again: "If you just want to keep it secret, I am really in a bad mood today."

"Reval Club, very close to the River House," Mycroft seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "The fire killed some of our insiders, and Samuel should have been among them."

"Obsolete," Sherlock commented.

"But before the fire started, one of the arsonists found someone running away and fired ahead of time, so some sensitive insiders escaped ahead of time," he said with a smile, "give me some information about Moriarty, and I also benefit from it.”

"For example?" He raised his eyebrows.

"For example, they all think that Miss Hudson is not dead." He stared closely at his younger brother's expression, and he was a little surprised that the other party didn't seem to have any more emotional fluctuations.

"If it's because no body was found, that's a new conclusion." Sherlock sarcastically said.

"That's right, if she's not dead, at least you should have received her letter," Mycroft pretended to think, "But it's hard to say, judging from her habit of cutting off from the crowd, she gave up chasing you Maybe, after all, you are now famous and have a colorful life, there is no room for her."

Sherlock didn't want to accept such a hypothesis, frowned and denied: "I was chasing her."

"Really?" Mycroft said, his eyes slowly closed, as if he was sleepy, and he yawned and said the last sentence, "Forget it, I won't say more, Kent Some people in the county were sent by me to distinguish between friends and foes before fighting."

"Ha, then your instructions are quite clear." Sherlock smiled briefly, as if laughing at why he had hope again.Confirming again that the other party had nothing more to say, he simply turned and left.

The author says:

Reunion failed x2

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In the next chapter, Lao Fu must go to Kent (clench fist

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