[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig was taken aback:

"No, I didn't hint at you."

Sherlock took a sip of coffee:

"It's fine if you don't have one, because I can't find the necessity of 'proposing marriage' at all—we can get married directly."

"..."

Ludwig rubbed his temples:

"Indeed, I simply don't know why people have been obsessed with the cumbersome procedure of proposing for thousands of years... In fact, even marriage can be avoided."

She said calmly:

"Like a matrilineal society, you can mate directly, and you don't even need to know who the father of the child is. How simple, efficient and convenient... society is really regressing."

Sherlock looked at her for a moment, and said firmly:

"You're being sarcastic."

Ludwig smiled slightly:

"You heard me wrong, these words come from the heart, completely from the heart... We don't need to get married because, really, it's such a waste of life."

Sherlock frowned again:

"But getting married can share property...so I don't have to spend time managing my credit cards."

"..."

Is this what Sherlock Holmes got married for?

For someone to help him manage his credit cards?

Ludwig sighed:

"I'm running out of time now, so you should ask your questions... I'm afraid that if I continue talking with you about getting married, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Sherlock looked at her cold expression, and changed the subject tactfully:

"So, when did you meet?"

"Since childhood."

"Where did he live before?"

……

This question is not easy to be confused... The real Ludwig had never met Erich before this, so how should she answer?

But she had promised him that she would confess...even though she was a mess herself right now.

Ludwig bit his lip and said:

"He lives next door to me."

Sherlock looked at her calmly, but took every slight expression of her into his mind, and analyzed it in detail.

Her demeanor and tone at the moment did not seem to be lying.

In other words, another memory that shouldn't exist actually exists in her mind.

……

Sherlock glanced at the phone again.

Ludwig bit his lip again, struggling a bit, but he still spoke:

"Sir, I... can I borrow some money from you?"

When Sherlock heard that she wanted to borrow money, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said happily:

"Did you spend all your money? What did you buy?"

... Bought you a cufflink, but I'm not going to give it to you now, you liar.

There is always an occasion for celebration in giving presents, but Mr. Holmes' death on the [-]rd of May has passed.

So, the next holiday...May [-]th, Chibi Maruko's birthday?

On such a memorable day, give this cufflink to Mr. Holmes and celebrate together.

……

Hey, why do I always feel that the style of painting is not right.

……

Ludwig blinked:

"I didn't buy anything, I just ran out of money... I may not go back to live in these two days."

Sherlock was silent for a while:

"You're going to stay in the hospital and take care of your ex-lover?"

"We have never been together, he is not my old lover..."

Sherlock crossed his hands, put them on the table, and refused without any room for discussion:

"I can ask Old John to send someone to take care of him, they are the most professional, and you are so clumsy that you can't even master the ratio of coffee to water... The correct ratio is 22.2593, and you have been fluctuating around 20."

... clumsy?

Very well, Mr. Holmes, you shall have no more coffee.

Who in the world other than Sherlock Holmes needs to brew coffee to four decimal places?

……

But when asking for help from others, Ludwig still... smiled gently:

"I didn't want to stay in the hospital, I wanted to go to Egypt overnight... I don't know how to explain this to you, but I always feel that I can still save him, and the answer lies in Egypt."

give up?Embrace death?

People are all mortal... Just because people are all mortal, when is it not good to die, why do you have to embrace death when you have not lived enough?

As long as there is still a chance of being alive, there is no such thing as "giving up" in her dictionary.

If he doesn't want to survive in embarrassment...

Then he will wait for her here, let her help him survive.

……

"Oh, Vichy, he told you that the reason for his organ failure was the poor water quality of the Nile River or the high UV index in Egypt?"

Sherlock said sarcastically:

"And what's even more unbelievable is that you actually believed it... Have your judgment and observation skills been kidnapped together?"

"..."

Ludwig put down his coffee cup:

"Just pretend I'm going on a three-day trip to Egypt... Do you want to borrow it?"

"What if your old lover dies within three days?"

……died?

If An He dies...

……

There was no intense emotion, her tone was extremely flat, at most a little...tired.

"If, I didn't find a solution...he died in the end."

The reflection like coffee milk swayed round and round along the mouth of the cup.

Such a faint light made her eyes hurt.

"Then I'll collect his body and preside over his funeral... The worst is just like this. We've spent enough time together, and I don't care about seeing each other less before I die."

……

Sherlock put the phone on the table.

He leaned back on the chair, looked at Ludwig for a long time, narrowed his eyes, as if he was weighing something.

After silence, he finally spoke:

"I'm sorry, Vichy."

Sherlock said slowly:

"I'm afraid... I can't lend you the money."

……

The porcelain coffee spoon was in his hand, and a slight coolness penetrated his palm.

Ludwig was startled, then smiled:

"Why? What I want to borrow is not a large amount... I have decided to sell the apartment in France, and I can repay the money on time..."

"It's not about money."

Sherlock sat there, speaking as sharply as his shadow:

"The question is... are you really sure that there was a man named Erich in your life, and it wasn't a lie or fabrication by someone with ulterior motives?"

……

"Lies? Fabrications?"

Ludwig repeated:

"You mean someone impersonated him? No, I'm pretty sure he's who I thought he was."

"It's not that someone impersonated him, someone fabricated him...in your mind."

Sherlock said calmly:

"A simple psychological trick...impression? That's unreliable, I only believe in evidence, and the human brain is always good at self-deception...Meet in a coffee shop, goodbye in a bar, buy honey in China Street...my investigation into him , since he appeared in your line of sight, it has already started."

He pushed the mobile phone on the table in front of her, and the screen was already lit by him.

A folder signed "Ludwig", from top to bottom, a long string, all of her information.

Each one has the exact year and date from her birth to the time she walked into Baker Street.

"Your experience from childhood to adulthood has been recorded in detail by Mycroft... Memories can be fabricated, Vichy, there has never been a person named Erich in your life, and your memories with him , is just your fantasy."

……

There were gray pigeons parked by the window, and the old man passed by, and the pigeons flew up.

Ludwig slowly stirred the coffee.

From the moment she said "he lives next door to me", she knew that she definitely couldn't hide it.

How could she hide it from Sherlock Holmes?

It's just that she didn't expect her flaws to be exposed so early.

……

"I know what you're saying, sir."

After a while, she said:

"This matter seems a little weird. It is related to... related to the impossibility theorem of space and Einstein's theory of relativity. I want to explain it clearly to you, and I must first popularize the basic ideas of Descartes, because apart from wave-particle two Imagery, your other physics knowledge is really lacking."

... Without giving Sherlock these theoretical preparations, she would never dare to say the word "time and space travel".

This is such a long series of explanations, maybe he will be caught and sent to a mental hospital.

……

But...how long will her little brother live?

Four or five days, two or three days, or... only tomorrow?

……

"But I don't have time now. If you believe me, can you lend me the money first? I'll explain it to you when I get back, okay?"

Sherlock's eyes, from beginning to end, fell on her.

His eyes were gray, but at this moment, they seemed to be flowing with thick black... as if the black in her eyes had flowed into his eyes.

"Should I praise the greatness of love, or... the blindness of love?"

His voice is low, like the twilight sinking outside the window:

"Just because his every move is similar to the man in your memory, you believe him without reservation, and are even willing to sell the only inheritance your parents left you for him..."

He suddenly smiled slightly:

"Vichy, are you sure you know this man? You know his background, his experience...including the friend he introduced to you, William Shakespeare...do you know?"

……

Of course she didn't know the identity of "Erici", but... Shakespeare?

Why the sudden mention of Shakespeare?

……

Sherlock looked at her with pity:

"He's not just a peddler of antiques... Vichy, he's a peddler, he's a peddler, to be precise, he's a peddler, he's got his parts in ice buckets, labeled them food, and they're sold openly from the docks. shipped to the Mediterranean."

……

Ludwig sat on a chair.

The fat, loyal Chinatown owner who sells shea butter honey, William Shakespeare.

A few hours ago, what he said jokingly came to mind clearly——

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

And what did she answer?

-

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

……

May is the most comfortable time in London.

But she felt that cold sweat was pouring out from the palm of her hand.

……

"Lestrade is in charge of this case. He tracked his business for nearly half a month, and finally arrested him this afternoon... not long after you left China Street."

Sherlock spoke softly:

"Do you know what these people's internal organs were used for? They were subjected to an ancient ritual to return to their original position...just with a different owner."

Ludwig didn't speak.

The coffee in the coffee cup in front of me... black, bitter, like a small swirl.

"The Egyptians believed in eternal reincarnation, and life would be resurrected again...and the premise of resurrection was that the corpse was well preserved."

He looked at her increasingly pale face with emotion, and continued:

"Those mummies in the Valley of the Kings, after thousands of years of theft and war, few of them are complete, so the internal organs of these living people were taken away by these extremist religious elements, and they were used as replacements for... the dead."

"..."