My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

A few people chatted casually in the lounge. Seeing that Laiburn was in a bad state, Adlia didn't say anything about the fake engagement, thinking about when to talk to Jazz again—— Before Kauf said this matter, she didn't know about it, but after mentioning CAM, she immediately understood the other party's intention.

But before leaving, Laiburn suddenly turned back to her and asked, "Will you leave?"

Adelia was stunned.

So Laiburn repeated earnestly: "I mean, your clinic, your hard work is here, the equipment and operating room have just been completed, the nurses have just been trained, Joanna has not yet been able to replace you, you plan to Do you keep working here, or leave?"

It was hard for him to deny that there was still some hope in his heart.

This also hit the point of hesitation in Adelia's heart. She felt that even if she returned to London, she might not have a place for her—whether it was in the hospital or by his side.As for my aunt, Mycroft has always told her that she is still alive, and it is not a bad idea to pick up Kent after the matter is resolved.

Before she could answer, Leiben suddenly remembered something: "Ah, I still have something to do when I go back, you can think about it again!"

He put on his hat and took a hasty farewell.

"You don't want to go back to London." Sherlock said suddenly after Layburn left.

Adelia's eyes were a little evasive: "It's just that what he said is right, this side has just started on the right track, maybe not so fast."

"Ha," he laughed abruptly, and spontaneously sat down on the sofa in the lounge, "So, McCoff knows you're alive, Mrs. Hudson knows you're alive, and even Brad knows you're alive—only I have no idea?"

Adlia muttered, "Smith and Stilton don't know either."

Watson felt that he might have strayed into the scene of some strange ethical story, and his always ruthless roommate was questioning him repeatedly about his feelings.

"Then I should be happy," he said in a tone that couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or what it meant, "and now I'm forced to learn that you're going to be engaged to someone who doesn't care about you, and he still calls you Rhea, Adele Ya."

Adlia didn't know why the topic suddenly jumped here.

Watson didn't know why he was standing here.

Watson: "Well, I was wondering, how about I leave room for the two of you?"

"No need!" Sherlock vetoed, "After all, we have to talk about business."

Watson looked at Adelia, whose expression had returned to indifference, and the detective who had suddenly lost his temper. He didn't know what to do for a while, so he really thought it might be better to chase him out to comfort the lovelorn boy.

Adelia said in a blunt tone: "In that case, you can go back to London, just as McCoff said that many deployments can only be advanced after you go back."

Watson: If Holmes treats women like this, then he seems to understand why they broke up.

"Adelia!" Sherlock looked at her incredulously, but was dumbfounded when he saw her expression the next second.

She avoided his gaze, sat on another single sofa, and picked up her notebook casually.

"You sit here." He said.

"No," she replied, "I'm just a client after all."

There was an awkward silence in the room.

Watson felt like his head was about to explode: "How about I just leave?"

This time it was Adelia who denied it. She showed an expression that only existed on the operating table, and she seemed to have returned to her indifferent and inhuman appearance: "No need, as he said, it's all business."

She flipped through the book, and really started to talk about the business: "First of all, Dr. Watson, you should know something about the organ transplant case Holmes participated in five years ago?"

Watson looked at his roommate: "Well, I read the record you wrote."

"Then I'll just say that the pastor's assistant, Sam, whose full name is Sam Conceto, escaped from prison after being arrested, and is still working under the professor after that, but not all in England. More than a year ago, he received another assignment from the professor and invited me to participate in their great cause, but he and Moran didn't like the cause, so they decided to get rid of me."

"I roughly guessed what Moriarty was thinking. He wanted to keep his own brain." Adelia quickly raised the corners of her lips and smiled, and then put it down again. "After the fire, Conceto left the UK again. , didn’t come back until a month ago, he always thought I was not dead, what a coincidence, he heard the news that we had an appendix operation here, so he came alone, and then killed him by mistake, telling McCaw My husband, Mycroft sent Brad to help deal with this matter, pretending to fall off a cliff, and then perfunctory. But the line about Conceto in Mycroft's hand was broken."

"Then from the news from Moran and Conceto, we can confirm that Moriarty has now expanded the scale of organ transplantation. The current core figure is Dr. Richard, but his team may be at least ten. The problem now is that their trajectories have been elusive, and Richard is not easy to track. We don’t know the place where they operated. By the way, Richard is very sought after by the nobles. He successfully gave patients After blood transfusion, at least on the surface, he is a good personal doctor."

"I don't have any more news about them in Kent." Adlia closed her notebook and put it on the table. El Pudo, he is a blackmailer, selling some information by the way."

Watson did not dare to sit next to Sherlock, that seat was probably reserved for his girlfriend—er, or, ex-girlfriend.Although the faces of both sides were frosty at the moment, Watson was sure that neither of them had any personal concerns.

"Mycroft asked me to go back because of intelligence," Sherlock said calmly, "I'm afraid he knows the place where their operation was performed, and he wants me to go back and discuss the method of sneaking in."

"What Mycroft probably meant was that I was engaged to Layburn to create some publicity. In this way, the letter you didn't receive in his hand will have a price. If I can get a few more letters, he will pay for it." We can negotiate the terms and get the address out." Adelia was silent for a moment, "As for the rest, it's nothing more than Milverton's door-to-door extortion and asking me to give money to make the engagement go smoothly, but the engagement is just a fake engagement, so I will not be affected, and if it goes well, I can take away his lair."

"Your brain is brilliant," Sherlock mocked, "Mycroft just said a few words, and you understand everything?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid you guessed more than me." She replied.

"I'm just guessing, for example, Mycroft's plan is to return to London and separate from you temporarily." Sherlock looked at her firmly, "Also, you don't need to write any more, you still have Lots of letters wanting to be sent to me."

Watson: Are you talking about business?

He felt a toothache and wanted to push the door out.

Fortunately, someone came to rescue him.

"Please come in." Adlia said coldly.

Joanna was a little surprised when she saw a strange man when she entered the door, but she was not restrained, nor did she intend to inquire: "There is a patient with appendicitis, Dr. Othella asked me to ask if you want to come on stage."

Appendectomy has just started to develop not long ago, and she hasn't done a few in the past few years. Adelia doesn't dare to guarantee that she can do it perfectly, let alone hand it over to others.

She glanced at Sherlock, who didn't respond with his eyes.

"I'll go see the patient first." She stood up, her gaze once again passing over the detective, "you can just stay here."

She paused: "Joanna, pack up and help me today."

Then she suddenly remembered that she was going to hand Sherlock the letter asking her out, but Sherlock turned his head and didn't look at her, so she passed it to Watson, then took the white coat from behind the door, and gave them a little She nodded, turned around and left, as if the moment she put on her white clothes, she put her personal feelings behind her.

"She doesn't believe that Layburn has something wrong with her." Sherlock said slowly.

"Young men's admiration is not considered malicious." Watson tried to struggle, and then got the detective's stare.

"If she had become her friend, she wouldn't think about these things." He said vaguely, but Watson didn't understand.

Sherlock is very clear about Adlia's psychology. If there is any change in the relationship of a half-acquainted friend, like Brad, she will always be able to detect the distance at the first time, but if she has become a friend, she will never Don't consider the sense of distance, and don't worry about the deterioration of friendship.

That's how he captured her.

The detective took the letter from Watson with some displeasure.

"The plain envelope is from St. Barome's Hospital, which you and I are familiar with." He slowly stroked the surface of the envelope, carefully studied the handwriting, and then took out the letter paper. "This page of case discussion is obviously the same as the envelope." The same source, in order to make her believe that it is a patient referred from the hospital, this handwriting has been deliberately forged, and several letters reflect different writing habits--the content, you and she have both evaluated it, a very professional case, the inscription management Chad, a common name, no wonder she didn't catch it at first."

Watson watched his roommate turn his head and seemed to forget his feelings again, and felt that the two were perfectly matched.

"The second letter is the one you missed—Watson, I think even you can see that it's inappropriate." Sherlock held the paper over and over again, and then held the magnifying glass. What, "Read it again and let me listen."

He passed the letter paper to Watson.

Watson took the letter and glanced up and down:

[Dear Mr Adrian Hudson, or Ms Rhea Hudson,

Glad to hear that you are shining again, your tenacious vitality is admirable.We have no reason to deny an excellent doctor from joining our team, so we are writing to you again.For specific matters, I will explain to you where the old man fell.See the letter as soon as possible, I am always paying attention to you.

Your old friend, M]

"This handwriting is different from Richard's before, and it seems that the whole thing is skewed to the left." Watson turned over and over again, but didn't see any more inappropriateness. "Always paying attention means being followed?"

He tried to apply Holmes' method, but without seeming success.

Sherlock took the letter back: "Obviously, the handwriting was also deliberately covered up. As you said, it was skewed to the left. The paper is very thin and cheap, so Adlia didn't notice it immediately. This paper is very close to the prescription slip that used to be at Parker's Clinic, which also suggests that it may come from the hospital-of course, you and I both know that it does not belong to St. Barome's Hospital."

"But you see, the letter is sent from St. Barome's Hospital," he raised the corner of his mouth. "I'm afraid that Dr. Richard doesn't want to reveal his real address, but he has some acquaintances in the hospital, enough to forge such an address." A letter, such a case. Ha, I think I know my direction."

The author says:

Two calm people quarrel (not

Lao Fu still cares about being concealed. He actually knows that ADR always keeps him a little unhappy.

It's hard for Watson:

Watson: You translate and translate for me, what tm is called business! ?

Old Fu was furious: Okay, you Laiburn, you actually want to copy my strategy to chase ADR?

One hundred chapters spread flowers!

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