[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

It's still the same narrow passageway, the same crooked big characters, and the same fat pig-like boss sitting upright opposite the Qinglong Baihu sign.

...the only Duan Anhe she knows and her friend here is the big fat man in Chinatown, William Shakespeare.

Behind him are rows of antiques, and between the antiques, there are lucky cats and Chinese tea. Ludwig even saw a box of milk with Chinese characters.

Shakespeare heard the noise, looked up from the thick ledger, and put on a pair of rimless eyes comically.

"Look who's coming, beautiful French lady, have you come to buy honey again?"

He greeted her warmly, but unlike the first time he met, he greeted her warmly and hugged her:

"Honey is on the last row of shelves, next to the Chinese Qing Dynasty inkstone..."

Ludwig interrupted him:

"Sorry, sir, I'm not here to buy things... I know you and Erich are very familiar, old friends for many years, do you know where he went?"

She bit her lip, and under the light, her black eyes looked at Shakespeare without blinking:

"I can't find him now, I can't find him anywhere."

Shakespeare put away his smile and still sat on the chair without moving.

He looked at Ludwig carefully for a while from above the glasses with no lenses, and finally spoke:

"I do know where he is and he's on his way back."

"The way back?"

Shakespeare took off his glasses and spread his hands:

"Maybe I don't want to make the beautiful lady sad, but what should I do? Erich told me to keep silent before leaving."

Ludwig smiled, tightened his palms, and looked calmly:

"You won't be so obedient. If you don't want me to know where he is, you can just tell me that you don't know."

Shakespeare wagged his fat fingers mysteriously:

"Because I like to whet people's appetites... It's the same as my usual business psychology. The more customers are eager to use it, the less I will not sell it."

Ludwig smiled again, leaning against the antique shelf next to him, crossing his arms:

"But I know now that you do, and if you don't tell me, I'll just sit in your shop and go nowhere."

Shakespeare laughed too:

"Then I'll put you on the shelf and put a price tag on it for sale...Miss, I sell everything here."

"Put me on the shelf for sale, and I'll just squat on the shelf and wait."

Ludwig said without hesitation:

"Some people say that Erich is dying. As his only friend, I can always wait until you go to the funeral... You still broke your vows, so what's the difference between breaking early and breaking late?"

Shakespeare stared at Ludwig for a long time:

"You are as shameless as that little bastard Erich."

Ludwig laughed again:

"No, no, you are wrong, he is a real gentleman... I am much more shameless than him, you don't want to see it."

Shakespeare looked at her dejectedly: "Aside from where he is now, I can only answer one question for you."

One is one, one is two.

Ludwig was silent for a while:

"Someone said...he was dying. Do you know about this? This is a joke. The last time I saw him, he was still healthy."

Shakespeare imitated her tone and said cheerfully:

"No, no, he is indeed dying... That's why I just said that he is on his way back."

……

Ludwig looked at Shakespeare's unshaven face and opened his mouth.

No sound came out.

She turned around, put her hand over her neck, and tried to utter a syllable, but only cold air came out of her throat.

Ludwig held on to the antique shelf beside him, trying his best to stabilize the trembling of his fingertips, but he couldn't stop.

...Death, what does the word death mean?

Why is everyone saying that Duan Anhe is going to die?

……

Shakespeare looked at her thin back sympathetically:

"You don't look well...do you need some water?"

He asked Ludwig if he wanted water, but he was still sitting firmly on the chair, and he didn't seem to pour water at all.

Ludwig turned back, shook his head, and dug his fingernails into his throat, trying to make a sound.

Shakespeare shrugged:

"Don't be too hard on yourself, it's just a choke, and you'll be fine in a while... If you pinch the bones in your neck like this, you will be injured. After all, people are going to die, right? For the dead, it's earlier And later, there is no difference."

He suddenly smiled, with a sly look on his dark and fat face:

"Friendly reminder, this sentence was said by Erich himself... just when he told me that he would not live for a week."

……

The lights are just too harsh.

Ludwig closed his eyes, reached out and wiped his face, but did not touch the tears.

"If...if, he's going to die."

She looked at Shakespeare calmly, and found that she could finally make a sound normally:

"Then, please at least, let me see him one last time."

Shakespeare laughed:

"Even if you point three guns at me, it's useless. In this crazy world, I only love my wife Satya and my friend Erich... As a man with 100% loyalty, I will never violate A friend's last words."

He sat on the chair, looked at Ludwig motionlessly, and faced each other in silence.

Only suddenly, his expression froze, as if he had heard something terrible.

Afterwards, Shakespeare slowly lowered his head, put on his glasses again, picked up a pen, and began to write in the old-fashioned Chinese "four volumes of clear notes" account book.

Ludwig thought he was still refusing, and was about to say something more, when he heard him say reluctantly:

He raised his head and opened the folds of his face towards Ludwig. One second he was stubborn and refused to tell her An He's whereabouts, but the next second, he suddenly changed his attitude:

"A person like me who is 100% loyal will never tell you that Erich is currently living in Room No. 30 from the left on the seventh floor of the fifth internal medicine building of St. Mary's Hospital in London... It's useless to be beautiful, let's give up."

After Ludwig left.

Shakespeare was still keeping accounts, three red light spots slowly moved out from the shadow of his messy hair, passed over his body, passed over his eyes, paused in his pupils for a while, and disappeared up.

He finished the last few digits of the line impassively.

The old-fashioned radio on the table suddenly "clicked" and automatically released the FM snowflake sound, hissing hoarsely.

Then the radio stopped on a certain frequency.

A male voice, as indifferent as a railway station announcer, said in a flat voice:

"My master wants me to convey it to you. He admires your loyalty of 'three guns are useless' and your reckless stupidity. We will properly arrange your wife... Before the game is over, please keep healthy."

……

Shakespeare held the pen, paused for a while, and slowly put the pen on the table.

He grabs his tangled hair that he hasn't washed in a week—his wife, Satya, is away, and he often forgets about personal cleanliness.

gun?die?

No, he came back from the war, he was never afraid of this.

only……

When I was talking to that little French girl just now, those scary people used small laser lights to cast a projection of a photo on the wall behind her.

It was his wife, who was tied to a hard wooden chair, with a cloth strip stuffed around her mouth, and a dark gun was inserted into her long dark hair.

He shouldn't have revealed the address of Ai Ruixi's hospital... If someone kidnapped Satya just to let him reveal Ai Ruixi's information to this French girl, it must not be as simple as he saw on the surface.

...How to choose between a friend's last words and his wife's safety?

……

Shakespeare stood up suddenly, put the radio on the edge of the table, took out a fishing rod from the side, and pushed it lightly like a snooker ball.

The snowflakes stopped, and the old crumbling radio dropped.

This time, it finally fell apart.

"Satya..."

Shakespeare returned to his seat and sat silently at the table for a long time before he held his head and said softly to the air:

"Satya... Satya."

St Mary's Hospital downstairs.

Ludwig had already circled the hall twice, and the doctors and nurses who came and went had seen too many people like her, and passed her indifferently.

Closer to nostalgia is more timid, it is true at all.

The phone vibrated, and Ludwig took it out to check, it turned out to be Sherlock's... After he gave her the phone, this was the first time he sent her a text message.

"Location? sh"

Ludwig quickly replied, "St. Mary's Hospital."

After thinking about it, he sent another sentence: "I will go back by myself."

Outside the gate, London was still sunny half an hour ago, but now it is gradually turning cloudy.

A little girl walked over with a bouquet of lilies in her hand, with long pale golden hair in two braids.

Ludwig looked at her in surprise: "Do you want me to buy your flowers?"

The little girl shook her head, her face was pale, and she said in a low voice:

"It's for you... It's a flower my mother gave me, but it's too heavy for me to carry. My mother said I was very sick."

Ludwig looked at her thin and thin figure and frowned: "Where's your mother?"

"Mom just left, I can't find her, and I can't find the doctor."

She raised her little face:

"I'll give you the flowers, and I'll wait for Dad here."

Ludwig looked at her transparent ears, pale lips, and small, thin face.

She silently took the large bunch of lilies, lowered her head and kissed the little girl's face:

"Thank you."

What is there to be afraid of, no matter whether he will die or not, people will always see him... Even if An He is really seriously ill and dying, wouldn't she help him preside over the funeral?

People in their family, even if they died of illness, would sing like Zhuangzi and be happy.

Ludwig did not take the elevator and slowly climbed to the seventh floor.

There are three rooms No.30 from the left.

She adjusted her breath and pushed open the door.

This is a VIP ward for a single person, with floor-to-ceiling windows installed, the room is bright and clean, there is a lonely small plate on the head of the bed, there are several colorful stones in the small plate, and an empty vase beside it.

The half-light and half-sleeping sunlight is like a tulle.

Erich was half leaning on the hospital bed, his chestnut-colored hair made his face even paler.

A thin youth, a thin figure... shrouded in that thin layer of sunlight, so bright that it is about to disappear.

He looked at the book unhurriedly, studying it word by word.

Pages of paper were slowly and gently turned over in his hands.

……

She stared at him blankly.

The flowers in her hand were so heavy that she couldn't hold them with one hand, so she used two hands to hold them.

... Never at a moment has she realized so clearly that the man in front of her, the little brother she grew up with, is about to... die.

When Duan Anhe heard the sound of the door opening, he didn't look up, but said lightly:

"Excuse me, just put your lunch on the desk."

He speaks standard French.

Ludwig paused for a while, then walked to his bed, took apart the lilies, and put them one by one into the empty glass vase.

Duan Anhe raised his head after not hearing anyone answer for a long time.

Then his calm eyes froze.

Ludwig straightened the branches of the lily, looked at him and smiled, and said in French:

"What's your expression, so disappointed? Am I much prettier than the standard hospital lunch?"

Duan Anhe blinked.

Slowly, slowly... His slender eyes gradually filled with a layer of sunlight, which was clear and penetrating, and the corners of his mouth also curled up.

"It's just a little bit unexpected..."

He covered his forehead in disbelief, and smiled for a while:

"How did you know I was here?"