My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Since Sherlock's letter allowed Watson to suspend the investigation, Watson went to the Osera Clinic every day as a matter of course. I have to say that the communication between colleagues is always pleasant, especially when the two talents and In contrast to the hard-working doctors, Watson couldn't help but reflect on whether he had neglected to improve his medical skills, worked harder, and forgot the purpose of coming here many times.

What surprised him the most was that the women here were completely different from those in London. They had a kind of admiration for Heston. Nurses and female workers showed the same desire for knowledge and work.Heston will give a class once a week or two to teach them some basic clinical knowledge. They are very active and learn well.Heston even brought a female student, Joanna, who was said to have been a maid at the Grange Manor, and now she can even occasionally act as Osera's assistant.

But what puzzled Watson was that occasionally when Dr. Hurston looked at him, he would show some expressions that were close to envy, or maybe a little bit disappointed?But when he looked back, they all disappeared.

On this day, he came to the Ossella clinic early in the morning as usual. Ossella hadn't gotten up yet, but Hurston had already started working.Watson had heard that she had not been sleeping very well, so she got up early in the morning to work most of the time.It was the same day, with a young and fashionable lady sitting across from her, babbling about her troubles—not just physically, but more emotionally.

As a surgeon, it is very rare to be patient with such cumbersome medical symptoms.Watson judged that he met the female doctor's eyes from behind the screen, and understood the meaning of the other's desire to escape without hindrance.

So he cleared his throat and knocked on the door.

The lady's complaints stopped abruptly.

The female doctor, who seemed not to be bothered by feelings, finally had time to interject: "Miss Sutherland, you haven't understood what I mean: he doesn't tell you his address, he doesn't tell you his job, even if he has many reasons, I just think It is a manifestation of insincerity and insincerity, let me say that all your symptoms can be resolved by breaking up."

She who said these words seemed too cold and heartless, but she still gave the patient a friendly smile.

"I've made an appointment with Dr. Watson to discuss a difficult case. If you have nothing else to do, please come back." Hurston sent Miss Sutherland to the door, and made a gentle gesture of invitation. "I have some female nurses here. They are very lively and enthusiastic, and if you have something you can't figure out, they are willing to communicate with you."

After sending Miss Sutherland away, Hurston turned to Watson, her smile relaxed and replaced it with a helpless tiredness: "Your arrival has saved me, otherwise I would not have been able to pick out from her dense narration. Take a break and ask her to leave."

She breathed a long sigh of relief: "Physicians are like this. In addition to prescribing medicines, they have to provide all kinds of psychological counseling. As for me, I can't get rid of the work of internal medicine for the time being."

Watson couldn't help laughing: "I think your patience is more than I imagined."

Hurston showed an indescribable expression, walked to the sink and washed his hands: "Maybe I have been troubled by emotions, so I want to hear what other people's troubles are like."

"Really? That's really beyond my expectation," Watson laughed out loud, "I thought you'd already cultivated the ability to be ruthless."

He didn't know, the doctor in front of him thought to himself, if she really told her troubles, he might be shocked.

It is not an excuse to say that discussing the case is not all. There is indeed another patient in the Osera Clinic who may need gallbladder removal. The patient himself is still in London and has not arrived, but the summary of the medical records compiled by the other hospital has arrived.

Hurston opened the door and gave Watson his seat. He dragged another chair and talked with Watson while waiting for the patient who came to see him today.

Watson once again lamented that he was really willing to have a professional exchange with such a doctor. She never considered the patient's identity and personality when talking about the disease, and she could always grasp the main points of the case at a glance, and she could extract it from the simplest description. information, which made him think of his roommate again.

"There's still a piece of paper in here—it's stuck in the envelope." Watson realized suddenly, and handed the envelope back to Heston.

Only then did Hurston realize that he touched the envelope carefully and opened the letter, his face seemed to stiffen suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Watson asked with concern.

It took Hurston a while to react, and she smiled as usual: "I didn't expect this patient to be treated by my...old acquaintance, no wonder it was recommended to me."

She put the letter into her pocket.

When they talked again afterwards, Hurston seemed a little absent-minded.Perhaps because of staying with the detective for a long time, Watson developed a keen intuition—there must be something wrong with that letter, but it is not convenient for him to pry into the other party's privacy.

"I remembered that I still have some personal matters to deal with today." Hurston suddenly remembered something, "Othera is due to come in a while, can you trouble me to watch for a while until Othera arrives?"

Watson was sure that the female doctor in front of him was a little out of his mind: "Of course - do you need my help?"

Hurston quickly raised the corner of his mouth to smile and put it down quickly - it has to be said that in Watson's eyes, this is a very Sherlock Holmes smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Watson," she said mildly. "It's a private matter."

After that, she hurried out the door.

Watson just sat down and was about to go through the case again, but at this moment the door was suddenly pushed open with a slight creak.

Watson looked up and saw a big, unfamiliar worker in a beret.

"Dr. Hurston happened to be busy, what do you need?"

To his surprise, the worker opened his mouth with a very familiar voice: "Where's her letter?"

"Holmes?"

"Now is not the time to worry about this, have you seen her letter?" Sherlock said in a very urgent tone.

Watson racked his brains and could only recall: "I really didn't notice, that letter was sealed..."

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, "did she go out with a gun?"

"She carries it with her," Watson replied immediately.

"She's like this... how can she..." Sherlock wanted to take off his hat and throw it on the ground, but he didn't, he took a few deep breaths, "There are people watching at the door, listen, Watson , this matter has nothing to do with you at all, but it has a lot to do with me personally-I don’t know if you are willing to help me? I’m afraid you will encounter some danger because of this.”

"Of course there is no problem." Although Watson hadn't realized what happened, he was the first to affirm faithfully.

"Great, otherwise I...I can't face it again," he said in a very low voice, but he soon cheered up again, "Do you remember Moran? You should know what he looks like."

"I know."

Sherlock walked around behind the screen, like a real patient, and then he stuck to the window and looked out with extreme caution: "Stand at the window, Watson, can you see anyone else in the grass?" ?”

Watson stood in front of the window pretending to be natural, and said with barely moving lips: "It should not be."

"Yes—yes, the prey has gone, and the hunters should follow." Sherlock's expression was unprecedentedly tense, "Watson, I once suffered from being blinded by emotion. I must keep Calm."

But his hands trembled nervously.

"Do you remember the cliff where Conceto fell?" he asked.

"remember."

"Go to Grange Manor, Sir Brackenstow owes Mycroft a favor, go ask someone for help, you must be able to obey the command, take your gun, and go to that cliff," he spoke extremely fast, " I saw John Clay, he came out, if you see him, you can just shoot him."

Watson remembered the man, and it was recorded in Sherlock's index.He nodded solemnly to his friend, and then his friend put down his hat and went out again.

Adelia rode the carriage alone to the bottom of the cliff, then sent the coachman away, and climbed up the mountain alone.

As she climbed, she thought about how Conceto died under her gun. She took up the gun and threatened her wrongdoers, and shot and wounded the criminal's thigh, but killing people was the first time. .

She knew that even if she went to court, she might be acting in self-defense, but she didn't cross the barrier in her heart. Now that she picked up the gun, she still has lingering fears.

Looking from a distance, the mountains are rolling and rolling, with fresh greenery, and the trees are lush, but she doesn't know what is sheltered under the shade.

Holding the hem of her skirt, she walked to the edge of the cliff, where there was a gazebo, where she fought back against Conceto.

"You are very courageous, ma'am, go to the meeting alone," Moran was already sitting here waiting, he wiped the air | gun in his hand, and said in a leisurely tone, "If you weren't on the side of boring kindness, I couldn't Appreciate you more."

"Then I may still need to thank you for your compliment." Adelia said calmly.

The next second, Moran suddenly jumped up, pointing a gun at Adelia—Adelia remained motionless, not even changing her eyes.

"Is this the psychological quality of a doctor? It's a pity that you don't want to be used by the professor." Moran suddenly laughed and put down the gun again.

"I would like to know why the professor has always favored me. I'm just an ordinary doctor." Adelia broke out in a cold sweat, and she wondered if she could hold the butt of the gun if she needed to shoot later.

"Then you are too modest, doctor," Moran sighed, "I should have killed you directly, just like you did with Conceto, but the professor always cherishes talent, and I, for the beautiful There is always some pity for the women in my life, and it is also fate that you escaped from my snatch once."

His venomous eyes wrapped around her.

"Reval Club, it really is you." She said, and was affirmed by the other party.

"Blood transfusions, organ transplants," Adelia smiled, "What exactly does he want to do?"

"Then why don't you ask him yourself?" Moran returned the same smile, "As long as you nod, you have a companion. No one will accuse you of the cruelty of disemboweling you. On the contrary, we appreciate it very much."

"Four years ago, how many people died in that fire." Adlia said suddenly.

"I can't remember, they are all traitors, maybe there are a few." Moran yawned, "Are you sure you want to discuss such a boring thing with me?"

"I don't think you have a Dr. Richard? I think his case is well written." She said pleasantly.

"Ma'am, you should be more confident in yourself. If the professor really wants to carry out this plan, you are more suitable... Believe in yourself, you have the same blood as us."

Adlia weighed nervously, and finally, she looked behind Moran from a distance, showing a relieved smile.

"Before I surrender, there are a few things I want to ask." She looked relaxed, like talking to a friend, completely oblivious to the fact that this was the man who made her jump into the Thames.

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It was not difficult to find Adlia's whereabouts along the ruts, but the difficulty was that he had to avoid the eyes and ears of the stalkers. As far as he knew so far, Moran, John Clay, and others came for her. There are also several unidentified people in the dark.

Now he has no time to think about how she escaped, why she concealed it, and no time to think about McCoff's arrangement. There is only one thing he can think about—she can't die in front of him.

But when he climbed up the hill with difficulty and was about to draw his gun, he saw a scene that broke his heart.

She pressed the cock to her temple, and Moran stood across from her.

He didn't have time to consider whether someone was still watching him, and when he almost rushed to her side recklessly, exposing himself to the enemy - he heard a gunshot.

The author says:

Miss Sutherland is from "The Case of Identity" where her stepfather pretends to be a young man to cheat her of a dowry.

I didn't get stuck here on purpose, but the number of words has indeed arrived (.

Can write me to death (wailing

It's numb, it was past twelve o'clock when I finished writing yesterday, and the date of the manuscript box is set to tomorrow.Hurry up

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