My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Seeing Adelia with a veil at first glance, Ossella was startled: "Is it me?"

Sherlock was still wearing overalls, but his demeanor told Osera that this might not be a simple worker. He stood behind Adlia with a possessive attitude.

Adlia stabilized her voice, trying to make herself the same as usual: "It's not easy to fix the messy hair, it's not convenient."

Ossella trembled uncomfortably: "Can you straighten your tongue and speak, I have goosebumps all over my body."

He looked at Sherlock suspiciously: "Is this your dreaming detective?"

Adelia didn't dare to make a sound, only the hat shook invisibly, maybe she nodded.

Sherlock offered to extend his hand: "Sherlock Holmes, consult the detective."

Ossella looked again, and then stretched out his hand: "You look really embarrassed, Morante Ossella, just call me Doctor Ossella."

Then he turned to Adelia and handed her the letter: "By the way, both Layburn and Watson are still waiting at the clinic, I suggest you have a good chat with Layburn, our clinic and his father's investment Woolen cloth."

There was a narrow smile in the elder's eyes, and after seeing Sherlock's thoughtful gaze, he restrained himself, returned to his usual serious appearance, bid farewell and left.

Adlia took off her hat and shook the letter: "Shall we read it together?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Can I read?"

Adelia looked at the letter in her hand: "Anyway, it's from your brother."

After she opened it neatly, she was sure that McCoff really expected that the two of them might read the letter together.

[I'm very sorry, I have a lot of things to think about in front of me, and I even did some things that offend my privacy.

After Miss Hudson's second letter was ignored, I got it and used it to do business with CAM, exchanged a message, deployed in a hurry, did not have time to ask for consent, I apologize in advance.But to increase my leverage.Miss Hudson, please provide me with a few more.

I discussed with Sir Brackenstadt and spread the news on a small scale that Heston will be engaged to his son Leyburn in one month, and then handed over the love letter to CAM in exchange for the location of their operation.After that, CAM may come to blackmail you, I hope you are ready.The specific deployment will be discussed after Sherlock returns to London. ]

Adelia originally read it aloud, but after seeing the second paragraph, she silently silenced it, which instead attracted Sherlock's attention. After he took the letter and read it hastily, his face became very ugly—— Clearly, he was reminded of his brother's ambiguous remarks before he left London: what he'd be interested in in CAM, and what about bachelorettes - the latter especially made him look bad.

"Mycroft never says superfluous words." Sherlock seemed to be praising his brother, but he couldn't tell how much displeasure was in his words, "It's just nonsense!"

He fumbled in his pocket to take out the cigarette case, but when he lit the cigarette, he saw the girl in front of him again.

Unexpectedly, she didn't stop her, but silently looked aside, pretending she didn't see it.

So everything that I talked about with Mycroft at that time came to my mind.He took the cigarette away, put his left hand on her cheek, and forced her not to look away.

Her voice was stuck in her throat, and she didn't say anything, but he held her hand, and pressed her hand to his chest as he did when he kissed for the first time, to let her understand—there was still something because of her. And clamor.

Then he kissed it softly, lighter than dew on a blade of grass.

"Watson said a lot of nonsense, describing how many suitors you have," his throat rolled, "and presumed that I am not interested in these topics, half of the talk, and half of it."

The kiss was over, but he was still very close to her, raised his head and leaned forward on tiptoe, and she fell into his arms again, getting his kiss - this distance is simply more exciting than a kiss Anxious, but his hand was still on the back of her neck, rubbing it gently one after another, it was so itchy that she wanted to curl up.

Her eyes flickered and slowly fogged up.

"There are no suitors," she whispered, "I'm almost frightening, people say I'm a butcher who cuts open his stomach."

Hearing her soft tone of anger and resentment, he laughed instead: "Well, that just matches my weird reputation."

He took another sip of his candy, got her an embarrassed look, and pushed him away to sit back in front of the vanity mirror.He took her comb, and behind her, combed her hair carefully and carefully.

Her hair has grown a lot, because it is always coiled, it naturally brings out some gentle curls, and when she lifts it up slightly, she can see the white and delicate nape of her neck - obviously he often sees her when her hair is short, but At this moment it has a different meaning.

"Why did you stop suddenly?" She asked knowingly.

"My disguise has not yet involved women," he replied.

In the mirror, she looked at him narrowly: "Then do you want to study?"

Sherlock shrugged: "I probably haven't reached this point in my career, but I would like to do your hair once in a while."

So the narrow smile turned back to embarrassment—Adelia sat forward to prevent him from touching her hair, and curled her hair in a muffled voice.

Watson and Layburn wait in a waiting room at the Othella Clinic.

Layburn's expression was heartbreaking. He grew up under the doting of his parents, and he was not very good at hiding his expression. His voice seemed to be about to cry, but he tried his best to maintain his composure: "I actually know that she doesn't like I, I mean, the lover kind."

Watson, who has only been married for less than a year, doesn't know how to comfort him: "Uh, actually, there is a little... entanglement between them? Sometimes it may be that the time of your appearance is not so suitable, and it's not that you are not good enough."

"You don't know, when I met her, I was a big fat man over 200 pounds, and I even went to [-] pounds," he recalled that time, bitter and sweet in his heart, "Then I always eat I was dizzy and flustered before, but I could get better after eating something, and my parents always said that I might eat less and need more supplements."

Watson was silent and silent.

"She happened to stay at our house during that time to recuperate, and she stopped when she heard about it," he recalled that time, and couldn't help smiling, "She asked my parents if I had diabetes, and then asked my parents in detail. Asked about my symptoms, I can't remember, but she told me very clearly that if I don't lose weight, I may get diabetes and already have some prodromal symptoms."

His expression slowly became melancholy and gentle:

"I hated her very much at the time, and I don't know how to convince my parents to force me to eat her recipes every day, run, and do some strange exercises.

"When I was the most tired, I lay on the bed at night, wishing I could chew on the bed board.

"She was not in good health at the time, and I was always unconvinced, but she also accompanied me at the time. I ran, and she followed by bicycle-you don't know how many wonderful words she has, what is the most beautiful guy in Kent, what Just shut up and move your legs, what kind of goddess is waiting for me in front, it's a mess.

"I was really annoyed by her, forcing me to eat recipes and exercise every day.

"But I really lost weight, and I didn't have hypoglycemia, and I began to slowly discover the joy of exercise, the natural joy."

He breathed deeply, and she was like the sunny air in the forest.

"You have great perseverance," Watson simply marveled. Judging from his current appearance, he couldn't see his previous appearance at all. "I mean, it's really not easy."

Layburn smiled shyly: "At that time, she called me chubby and laughed at me every day. I said, 'Your small body, I can hammer you into the Thames with one punch', and she said, that No, she managed to climb out of the Thames alive."

"Actually, maybe you can try to see the outside world," Watson hinted euphemistically. Although he felt that this guy might seem more reliable than his roommate, he also saw his roommate lose his mind when he saw it with his own eyes. Will hinder friends, "I mean, you have a lot of money and a handsome face, so there must be many suitors who really love you."

Layburn's smile faded like this: "I—"

The door opened suddenly, and it was the person they were talking about, the girl he liked, and her arms were naturally wrapped around another person's arm, as if she had done it a thousand times, and what broke the gentleman's heart even more was that she saw There was no taboo or guilty look at him at all, she never felt his love.

Watson coughed lightly. The female doctor in front of her had crooked eyebrows, she was extremely gentle and lovely, and swept away the cold and decadent impression when she first met—maybe love really has magic power.In his heart, he blesses his friends and feels sorry for the friends he just met.

"I thought, Dr. Hurston, you might need to introduce yourself again?" Watson laughed.

Adelia looked at Sherlock, and then said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I didn't deliberately hide it, but the timing is not right."

She let go of Sherlock's arm.

"Adelia Hudson, also a former resident of 221B Adrian Hudson," she held out her hand, "former researcher, now a doctor."

"And my dead girlfriend." Sherlock added slowly as he watched the two shake hands.

Although he didn't look at himself, Layburn knew that this sentence was probably meant for himself.

Adlia turned to Layburn: "Is Fatty a little scared, I'm sorry to bring you into it-I'm afraid Sir didn't tell you the reason why I came to Kent."

Her eyes were full of apology, but it made him feel even more uncomfortable. He forced himself to smile: "I heard from my father that you encountered some dangers before, and I thought it was over."

Adlia didn't think too much about it. Layburn has always been a little sentimental. She patted him on the back comfortingly, just like the encouragement he had given him before when he was out of breath and refused to get up from the practice: "Okay , don't worry about me too much," she smiled, "I still have a big detective here who has accepted my commission."

Sherlock's eyes fixed on her hand, and suddenly felt that she was missing some markers, such as rings.Hearing that he was mentioned, he raised his eyebrows, and looked at this love rival who posed no threat and was particularly obtrusive.

"Should be," he said.

The author says:

Hypoglycemia before meals may be a precursor to diabetes, indicating that the peak of insulin secretion is ahead of schedule.When blood sugar is below diagnostic criteria but above normal, it is possible to control it with diet and exercise.Here is mainly the family history of Xiaopang Mode, and the judgment of ADR is that diet and exercise are obviously related, and it is a precursor, so it is controlled by changing the lifestyle.A more idealized case.

How do you feel when you meet again and you are directly in the status of an old couple (not

Fu: One ring short (thoughtful)

adr: I want to see women's clothing (violent words

感谢在2022-01-1521:23:43~2022-01-1623:21:24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 grenade: 1 Ravenclaw Mary;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Little Dongdong, Wang Qiqi and Benqi 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：3つの団子67瓶；Simon8瓶；大包整多两笼5瓶；小橘子、入梦难醒1瓶；

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