My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Without further ado, the three of them split up.Adelia and Sherlock drove poor Miss Christie downstairs, and stuffed her in a large gray sack.Adlia was almost sweating: "If it's packed in a sack, can't Hopkins or me stay in it?"

"Then you have to make sure that the inspection is not discovered," Sherlock said in a low voice, "you'll have to carry it out later, don't you understand?"

Adelia felt more and more that it was a mistake for her to get involved.But the arrow had to be fired, Dr. Wilson and a little thief who was not valued, of course the physical work belonged to Tom.Understanding is understanding, she still gave him an angry look: "I understand very well, Mr. Wilson."

Sherlock gave a low laugh, and then spoke again in Wilson's voice: "Then we're all ready, Tom."

—— Be a ghost, at least your face will not pass the test.

Adelia never thought that she would have to prove her manhood by carrying a [-]-pound woman. She wanted to be carried by the princess, but after thinking about it, it didn't fit Tom's personality, so she could only silently ask Tom in her heart. The poor lady apologized and swung the man on her shoulders not so tenderly.

She swore she heard Sherlock's jeer.

"Let's go Wilson," she said gruffly, "the big man doesn't have that much time to wait for us."

The coachman was a very thin man, and after a cursory glance at it, Adelia felt that after giving Tom the word "rat-headed roe-eyed," the coachman could not find an adjective.The coachman looked at them slyly, and said under his breath, "What are you doing here?"

"For the great research." Adlia replied in a rough voice.

The coachman lifted the curtain for them.Adelia couldn't bear this person for a moment. Although she had the habit of exercising, she rarely engaged in heavy physical labor.She tried her best to throw people up a little softly, not forgetting her character setting-a lowly thief, with a hand for Sherlock.

Sherlock probably could see that she was going to run out of strength, so he gave him a weak hand.Adelia breathed a sigh of relief, and got into the car by herself. Before getting in the car, she looked back. The lights of the villa had already been turned off. I don't know if they had sent a signal to connect it.

The driver didn't ask anything, just drove the carriage silently and left.

After walking for a few minutes, Sherlock opened the curtain and looked back, the moonlight outside came in, cold and gentle.

Adlia imitated Sherlock's actions and wanted to lift the curtain to look back, but found that the curtain was closed, guessing that she didn't want them to guess the destination.She wanted to continue to sit face to face with Sherlock with a sack between them, but she rarely had the desire to communicate, and she didn't want to let the driver outside hear her.

Fortunately, Sherlock didn't know whether he was going to come over to talk to her, or he saw Adlia's entanglement, and took the initiative to sit next to her.

"Green followed behind, riding a bicycle. He still didn't leave Hopkins behind, and let Hopkins follow him. It's not too stupid." The two sat on the side, and it seemed a bit crowded, his The voice was almost close to her ears.

"Won't it be discovered?" Adelia also asked in a low voice.

"Bad tracking, but it's enough to deal with this coachman."

It seemed that the road conditions were not very good. The carriage bumped suddenly, and Adlia was about to fall on the people around her. Fortunately, she held on in time, and quickly grabbed the sack containing Christie.

She slowed down and asked again, "How did you open the window?"

"Wilson" showed a Sherlock Holmes smile again: "I brought a knife, it was cut."

Well, the truth is often as simple as that.Adelia was a little helpless: "Don't you have to sit over there to see where you are going now?"

"It's obviously going in the direction of the East District," Sherlock didn't care. "It's useless to look at this road now, and this car is so good that even Green can keep up."

The sound of horseshoes, the sound of wheels, and the darkness made Adlia feel some discomfort. Those sounds were amplified in her ears, and the discomfort caused by the clothes was also multiplied.Not so fast anyway, she pulled down the collar.

"You didn't change your shirt?" Sherlock noticed her movement.

"I think it's too uncomfortable." Adelia also imitated him, talking in his ear, deliberately put the clothes next to him, and slightly expressed her dissatisfaction.

He laughed softly.

Adelia was secretly annoyed that she did something that was not in line with her usual habits today, and forcibly changed the subject: "What will we see next?"

"Who knows, gunmen, mad scientists, maybe there will be cops and gangsters fighting," he could still joke at this time, "I was too lazy to correct Green's plan, but he barely figured it out and knew it well." Personal tip-off, let Hopkins follow."

Adelia was a little flustered in her heart, perhaps because she was getting close, she looked at his face carefully again, and thought of an important question: "I gave him the little lamp, do you have any other lighting? "

Sherlock was a little puzzled: "The match is in your pocket."

... So this person is addicted to putting things on her?Adelia wanted to complain, but couldn't say it out. She touched the pocket of her trousers and there was a box of matches, but there were not many. Forget it, that's it.

Just, in order not to implicate her by revealing her identity.She's not such a nosy person.

"Are you willing to believe me?" She sighed, her voice very soft.

In the darkness, Sherlock's face showed some confusion, but he nodded without hesitation.

"Sit over there."

The two moved to the side of the car curtain that was destroyed by Sherlock.Adelia drew the curtain aside for Sherlock to hold it down a little, so that some light could be borrowed.

"Turn around, don't move." Adelia said succinctly.

She didn't have much time, so she took advantage of the moonlight to gently pinch his chin, looked around slightly, and quickly made a decision.Take the pen out of your pants pocket.

The pen looks like an ordinary charcoal pencil, but in fact, she asked her friend Smith to help her find it. One end is for shadows and the other end is for highlighting. She carries it with her everywhere. masculine.

The long-term disguise and the designer's training made her very familiar with the adjustment of light and shadow.When Sherlock and Wilson stood together just now, many adjustment details flashed through her mind: her roommate had a typical aquiline nose, which was very sharp. Delia's eyes were a little too rough.

She focused on his face, because of the bumps of the car, she had to gently support his face with one hand to avoid shaking. In order to see clearly, she didn't care about the distance.

Her hands are steady and fast, like a meticulous painting, without hesitation in every stroke.But the movement is so light, so light that it is doubtful whether it is really colored.

She didn't notice that Sherlock subconsciously held his breath.

In the dark, she paints quickly based on her feeling and experience. This kind of disguise in the dark should not be too entangled. She would rather use a little less color than paint too heavily. She can only light a match later to adjust the details.

In the darkness, they were so close, he could see her so clearly.

"Light a match." Adelia walked a little away from him and took out a small brush.

Sherlock struck a match silently, the light was very weak.

The left hand is still holding the chin slightly, and the right hand is holding the tool.Gently sweeping away the slightly heavy marks just now, and gently exerting force with her fingers, the man turned his head slightly as if he understood her meaning, and gave her a suitable angle.

The first match is about to burn out.

Sherlock didn't make a sound, and calmly lit the next match, and then directly extinguished the spark that was about to burn his fingers with his bare hands.

Adelia didn't pay attention to his movements, and her palms were almost sweating. Such light was not suitable for makeup, let alone such a difficult movement of pretending to be someone else.Fortunately, she is proficient in business, at least there is no abnormality under the light of matches.

The last match burned out.

Her fingers left his face, and the distance between them opened slightly.

She belatedly realized that the distance just now was a little too close, and wondered if he would mind.

But what he thought was that he could see her so clearly in the dim light.

He wanted to ask her why she did this, why she was suddenly willing to help her pretend.But he seemed to understand some meaning again, and kept silent about it.

His fingertips were hot and numb, he twirled his fingers without saying a word.

The curtain was lowered, and the carriage fell into darkness again.

Maybe it was a little more relaxed, and Adlia let out a breath, trying to get rid of all the tension, and felt a little motion sickness belatedly.Fortunately, perhaps part of her weight was handed over to the person beside her, which stabilized her somewhat.

There was another jolt, and she seemed to be grabbing something in her hand.

The author says:

I really love this episode!Ah, I don't know if I can write the feeling of approaching without ambiguity in the danger.Hey hey.

Adelia: Although I got very close and even touched my face, I didn't have any extravagant thoughts, shaking my hands crazily.JPG

I don't know if matches can be seen clearly, but the moon outside is very bright and beautiful, and Lao Fu also scratched the window paper to leak light.Um.

Lao Fu started to put things into Adlia's clothes crazily.

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: (·v·) and 45395255!Meme-3-

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

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