[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock put down his pocket magnifying glass and said casually:

"Because she has only been to my room and a study so far... After she finishes reading all my study, material room, laboratory and anatomy room, we can move back."

Lestrade: "...believe me, she won't want to see these things."

Sherlock didn't continue this topic, he took the bloody piece of paper on the table, and said suddenly:

"99."

Lestrade: "What?"

Sherlock stood up and put on his coat:

"They planned to murder 99 children as sacrifices, symbolizing that there were nine pharaohs in the first and second dynasties of Egypt... There are fifteen places in London that meet the requirements for sacrifice, and they planted bombs in these fifteen places, Random detonation..."

Lestrade's face was serious:

"This is really a group of lunatics, have you found the specific detonation time? Sherlock... Sherlock?"

Sherlock ignored him, his eyes looked at the road outside the glass window, as if he was attracted by something, and he couldn't hear Lestrade's question at all.

Lestrade followed and looked out the window.

On the sidewalk lined with white roses, Ludwig was coming out of the door next door in a hurry.

Lestrade understands:

"Vichy is here too? This is just right, love gives you strength, and you have been absent-minded when dealing with the case for the past two days... Where are you going?"

Sherlock looked out the window, buttoned the first button of his shirt, and walked out without a word.

Ludwig walked out of Erich's apartment, walking faster and faster.

——"You mean Ai Ruixi? No, he doesn't rent a house here. He bought this apartment a week ago, but he hasn't come back to live in it... When I went through the property rights procedures, I saw that there was another apartment under his name. A villa, I should go back to live there."

……

No, he doesn't live in that villa, and that villa has been given to a strange old man he met early in the morning.

Where did Erich go?

If she was the only one who came to this world, she could explain it because of the deviation of space and time.

But now, Duan Anhe is Ai Ruixi, so there is no way to explain what happened to her with probability theory alone.

She hurried across the sidewalk, almost running, wanted to go to the street to take a taxi, wanted to see her little brother as soon as possible, and asked him what was going on.

The people around her passed by like flowing water, talking, smiling, and greeting each other... She couldn't see or hear them.

His hands were suddenly held.

She was caught off guard, staggered, and almost fell, but in the next second, she was hugged firmly.

Sherlock waited for her to maintain her balance before letting her go, with a dissatisfied tone:

"You just passed by me just now... I thought that in your etiquette system, when acquaintances meet, they should at least say hello."

Ludwig stared at him blankly, and opened his mouth:

"Holmes... sir?"

"If you don't recognize your spouse after one night, I don't mind reintroducing myself..."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a low voice:

"My name is Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective in the world...unfortunately, it is your current partner."

"Sorry, I was in a hurry just now."

Ludwig lowered his eyes, raised his head again, and looked at him with a pair of black and white eyes:

"I'm fine...but Mr. Erich seems to have an accident, I want to go and have a look."

Sherlock paused:

"Erishi? Is that the cafe owner who gave you a birthday present?"

"Ah."

Sherlock looked at her face carefully, was silent for a while, and suddenly said:

"Why is your face so pale? Your fingers are trembling... Vichy, this is not the expression you would have when facing a friend you only met a few times."

His tone was light, and he couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations:

"In your pale life, there are only two people who can move you - of course he will not be your French friend, so let me guess, all your abnormal behavior now is because you finally found out that he is Your long-lost... firstlove?"

... Sherlock Holmes knows it all.

Ludwig was not surprised when Sherlock accurately revealed Erich's identity. Her boyfriend was the best observer in the world, and she didn't want to hide anything.

"Well, he is," she said frankly.

Unexpected honesty... Sherlock looked at her inscrutablely, but didn't speak.

Ludwig's heart is cold now, but because of Sherlock's expression, he couldn't help but smile:

"Don't look at me like that, it was my teenage years, sir, he was very important to me, very very important, but I'm not here to rekindle an old relationship...I promise."

She habitually wanted to hug her arm, but forgot that Sherlock was still holding her.

Her fingers brushed his slender, cold fingertips.

For a moment, Ludwig really wanted to hold those slender and broad palms, grab those always cold fingers, and put them in his pocket.

But the idea passed in a flash and was not put into practice.

"I'll explain it to you, but I'm afraid it's not a good time, and the street is not a good place."

Ludwig put down his hands and put away his smile:

"I'll explain it to you when I get back, okay?"

She looked at Sherlock's face again, with a cold and indifferent expression, like hard ice, as if nothing in the world could move him.

He can always pack his emotions well, and he can always choose to do the most rational thing.

not like her.

Even if you try your best to be calm and self-sufficient, you will only be in chaos when you meet old people and things in your hometown.

……

She used to like Duan Anhe.

But this belated liking is just the shallowest part of their relationship.

Her name is An He's mother and mother, and An He's father and uncle. She has had dinner at An He's house for several years, and she knows his house as well as her own.

During the Chinese New Year, when grandpa gave her the New Year's money, he would definitely give Duan Anhe a share, because Duan Anhe was the grandson of his natal family in exchange for a box of precious chess records.

They practiced the same copybook and ate with bowls and chopsticks with the same pattern... When they were two or three years old, the two dolls placed two small chairs at the door, under the pagoda tree flowers, and wrote brush calligraphy opposite each other.

When she was twelve or thirteen years old, she forced Duan Anhe to agree to be her maid of honor...

Now, how many years have passed?Thinking about it again, there is actually some taste like a world away.

Even if they can't be together in the end... When she gets married, Duan Anhe will still send her off as a brother and give her a congratulatory speech.

Anhe... Anhe...

He is the little brother she grew up with, her lifelong best friend, and her relative...

Now, her little brother was missing and was about to die... How could she not go to him when she heard that he was dying?

……

Ludwig turned around and waved, and a chubby red taxi stopped in front of her.

Sherlock frowned, took two steps forward, and wanted to say something more.

Lestrade's hand was on his shoulder, holding him.

He probably just ran down from upstairs, his breathing was still chaotic, and his face was serious:

"I know you want to follow... and I know she looks a little bad, but don't forget, Sherlock, there are 99 children behind you with bombs buried under you."

Sherlock watched as Ludwig got into the red taxi, the engine started and the car started.

Her face was hidden in the dark glass of the car window, gradually disappearing as the angle and light changed.

"child?"

He took Lestrade's hand away indifferently, and stretched out his hand to hail another taxi:

"What do those children have to do with me?"

Lestrade stroked his forehead and pressed Sherlock's raised arm:

"She said she was fine, and she also confessed to you who she was looking for... I will add two police officers to follow her all the way, okay? She has two trackers you installed on her, and nothing will happen to her, I ensure."

Sherlock was unmoved, and a taxi pulled up beside them:

"Your man? Oh, Lestrade."

He opened the car door mockingly, wanting to step in:

"If I trust your people, I should not trust myself."

"Sherlock!"

Lestrade stretched out a foot to jam the car door, with a dignified expression:

"You don't care about the lives of those children, but don't you care about Vichy's opinion? Maybe she just went to buy a coffee and came back... If she knows that you gave up the lives of 99 children for her, what will she think?"

Sherlock paused as he closed the door.

After a while, he said softly:

"Lestrade, she is not something you can use to threaten me."

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief:

"But it does work, doesn't it?"

Sherlock got out of the car with a blank expression. The driver was amused by the drama of the two men, cursed, let go of the clutch, and walked away.

Sherlock walked to the place where he had held Ludwig before, squatted down, and picked up a small dark blue velvet box from the ground.

Lestrade also squatted down: "Can we go and dismantle the bomb first... What is this?"

Sherlock didn't speak, he paused, his slender fingers picked lightly, and the lock buckle "clicked", and it opened.

Deep and shallow sunlight penetrated through his fingers and shone on the cufflinks in the middle of the velvet.

His gray eyes were illuminated by the light refracted from the gray gem.

The gray stone is crystal clear, and the grains deposited in the gem are like the deep and shallow algae in the lake.

A tiny silvery bird perched on a branch, head slightly down, gazing at its own reflection in a gray pool of water.

...is her style, 80.00% of the economic considerations, there are always appropriate artistic pursuits.

But this one seems... More expensive than what she usually buys.

The clarity of this gray gemstone was very high, and when the sun set just now, he could clearly see the starlight falling on the palm of his hand, the six legs of the star line were all straight.

It's already top-notch.

...But his little girlfriend, does she not plan to spend money on food for a year?

Or has she finally decided to really exercise her girlfriend's rights and use his credit card?

Sherlock narrowed his eyes suddenly, turned his fingers, and carefully removed the delicate cuff from the velvet cushion.

On the back of the cuffs, close to the edge of the gemstone setting, a thin line of French is engraved in the most inconspicuous place, and it is easy to miss if you don't look carefully.

——"The second gift-handsome Miss ll to beautiful Mr. Sh".

"..."

Pretty Mr. Sh?

Sherlock frowned at the wrong order of adjectives on the cufflinks, and then raised the corners of his lips.

Faintly, unobtrusively, just a slight upward hook, Sherlock's indifferent expression seemed to be opened by something.

...This is the second gift, so what is the first gift?

For Sherlock Holmes, the unique and expensive consulting detective who stands at the top of the world's IQ pyramid, this kind of reasoning is no brainer.

He stood up, put the cuff-links back in the velvet case, put them in his trousers pocket, and said to Lestrade with a cheerful expression:

"Where's the kid? Where's the bomb? Shall we go now?"

Lestrade held his forehead again, feeling sincere concern for the 99 dying children today:

"You said the 99 children, you said the bomb, you haven't had time to explain it to me... how would I know where it is?"

Ludwig sat in the car with his fingers crossed on his knees, motionless.

Rows of buildings outside the window dazzled the eyes like flowing water, forming rivers of different colors.

The sign of China Street appeared in front, the arched door like a gate, and the surrounding shops began to use a lot of wood and red...Suddenly, she thought that she was just studying for a holiday and was on her way home to get lucky money for the New Year.

The driver stopped the car: "China Street is here."