[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig stood there.

It's not cold in London in May, but she somehow felt the chill rising from the soles of her feet... little by little, spreading to her fingertips.

drug?

The damage caused by psychotropic drugs to the nervous system is irreversible. Even if it is targeted at certain criminals, this is an extreme violation of human rights and is expressly prohibited in the Criminal Procedure Law.

...so what is this?Power is politics?Or girlfriend treatment?

She sat down slowly.

……

He beckoned, and the waiter came forward.

"There is Japanese food here, do you want salmon? Or some warm milk... your favorite?"

Ludwig didn't even look at the salmon, he just glanced out the window.

...the sun is almost setting.

"No, what do you want to say, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Looking at her indifferent side face, Sherlock pursed his lips tightly:

"You didn't eat anything but breakfast today... I wouldn't have put sodium thiobarbital in the salmon broth."

"If something didn't happen, you can't provide evidence. How can you prove that you can't do it?"

She looked at the clock on the wall.

The hour hand passed another 5 minutes when they were just talking:

"I'm sorry that I also started to tell you the evidence. Erich is fake, and my childhood memories are fake... I'm afraid that if I don't tell you the evidence, I will find out that my gender is also fake in the next second. In fact, I It's a man."

"..."

So the waiter removed the barely touched lamb chops and coffee, and replaced them with salmon and two cups, one cold and one warm...milk?

If it were normal, Ludwig would definitely take a picture of Mr. Holmes drinking milk on his own initiative.

But now...

"If you really don't want to answer, let's do it another way... stop trying to lie because it won't work."

Sherlock didn't even touch the glass of milk.

He just sat there, his expression hard to tell whether he was tense or relaxed.

"I ask you to answer, you don't need to think, you just need to say the answer you first reacted... If you think it's ok, we'll start."

Does she think it's okay to start?What if she thinks it's not possible?

He didn't give her the right to refuse at all.

……

Ludwig smiled mockingly:

"You'd better ask quickly... because every minute I sit here, I'm wasting Erich's life."

……

Sherlock's deep eyes fell on her, and he didn't speak for at least two seconds.

Then, he spoke indifferently:

"Then I'll start... Do you think you are Ludwig?"

Ludwig: "No."

"Do you think you are French?"

"No."

"You think you're an oriental?"

"Yes."

"China, Japan?"

"……China."

Sure enough, in Uehara Jiro's case, he had already begun to suspect her.

...How stupid is she to think that since witches are not burned in this world, she needn't be afraid?

Don't forget that besides witches, there is another kind of people who are incompatible with normal people.

Those people are called neurotics.

……

"When will you arrive in France?"

"[-]."

"Where was Ludwig then?"

"died."

"How do you think she died?"

"do not know."

... This is also what Ludwig finds strange.

There was plenty of food in the refrigerator. There were no injuries on her body, and murder was ruled out. There was no trace of water on the ground, so she couldn't have drowned. She searched the entire apartment and found no sleeping pills or other drugs.

...So, how did the real Ludwig die?

……

"You saw her dead?"

"No."

"How do you know she's dead?"

"Corpse spots."

Sherlock's fingers tightened slightly.

But he didn't even pause, just looked at her without blinking, and continued to ask:

"Corpse spots on your body?"

"Yes."

"Where did you see it?"

"In the mirror."

"Did you see a doctor?"

"No."

"Why don't you go to the doctor?"

"Don't dare."

Sherlock looked into her eyes, she was very calm, as if waking up to find that her body was covered with corpse spots, it was not unusual.

"You think Erich is your neighbor in China?"

"Yes."

"He admits that he is your neighbor in China?"

"Yes."

"What is your address in China?"

Ludwig didn't hesitate at all:

"Shanghai."

... Of course she doesn't live in Shanghai.

However, when she was preparing for piano competitions around the world, she lived in Shanghai for a long time and was taught by an old pianist who retired to Shanghai.

An He has been with her all the time... She didn't lie, did she?Mr. Holmes only asked for the address, which was indeed where they had once lived.

To be honest, it's opportunistic... But, even if she tells the truth, what's the point?The more she was forced to tell the truth, the less she wanted to tell the truth.

She'd never have proof, and without proof, he wouldn't believe it.

……

"Your favorite instrument?"

...Why did you suddenly jump to the musical instrument?Ludwig froze for a moment, but still quickly replied:

"piano."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Dark green."

"Do you like dessert?"

"like."

"Do you like coffee?"

"like."

"Your favorite person?"

"grandfather."

...Sherlock loosened his fingers and tapped on the table slowly.

But he didn't pause at all, his eyes were still fixed on his little girlfriend, and he kept asking this high-intensity questioning frequency:

"What's Ludwig's father's name?"

"Van Ludwig."

"What's Ludwig's mother's name?"

"Isabelle Caroline."

"Your favorite contemporary author?"

"Paul Auster."

"What do you think your original name was?"

After a series of questions, Ludwig blurted out before he had time to respond:

"Li Weixi."

"...Li Weixi."

Sherlock repeated lightly:

"Li Weixi...a person's name can only be called a name with the approval of the heart. In a sense, this is your real name."

"..."

Ludwig's palms were sweating slightly.

...that was his purpose.

The previous questions were just foreshadowing, just to guide her inertial consciousness, and then when her nerves relaxed, she asked the questions he really wanted to ask.

Fortunately, all he asked was her name... If he was asking about Le Shiwei, wouldn't she want to expose Le Shiwei too?

If Le Shiwei is also exposed... then he doesn't have to worry about logic, because the entire mental hospital studies logic.

Presumably her life will not be very lonely.

……

Coincidentally, next, Sherlock asked Le Shiwei, but the rhythm was obviously slowed down.

"When did you meet Serge Gainsbourg?"

Ludwig summoned 1 spirits:

"[-]."

"How do you know each other?"

"We met on the corridor."

"Why are so many people only familiar with him?"

"Because he is familiar with Beijing, China."

This is the truth, they can recognize each other, the fate lies in a national curse mixed with a non-standard Beijing accent.

"Beijing?"

Ludwig said without a pause:

"He lived in Beijing."

This is also true, Le Shiwei did study finance in Beijing.

This is not lying, she is not good at lying, she has said long ago that what she is good at has always been... Avoiding the important and taking the light.

but……

Ludwig hooked the corner of his mouth——

It was his mistake too, wasn't it?

Psychologically, the more detailed the implanted memory is, the easier it is for logical loopholes to appear, and the easier it is for the recipient's subconscious to detect.

Sherlock knew this, so he only asked her roughly her address before... This gave her the opportunity to "avoid the important and ignore the minor".

……

Sherlock sat there motionless, then suddenly changed the topic and slowed down his tone.

"Then how do you think... how did you come to France from China?"

...so the Q&A session is over?Now is the discussion period?

"Didn't you already guess it?"

Ludwig breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, he didn't dwell on Le Shiwei's issue for too long.

"Sir, can you please stop repeating the word 'do you think' over and over again, it makes me feel like a real neurotic... Implanted memories are not the same thing as true paranoia after all."

Sherlock didn't answer her:

"You said from the beginning to the end that this is a physical problem, it is Einstein's theory of space-time relativity... You also mentioned Descartes, who is a representative of dualism, talking about the dual separation of body and soul."

He looked into her eyes:

"So, you actually want to tell me that your spirit crossed space and came to another body?"

Ludwig bit his lip:

"It sounds absurd and difficult to understand... If I heard Gainsbourg say that, I would also feel that he was implanted with memory. Your suspicion is reasonable."

"No, it's not difficult to understand. Almost all religions believe in dualism. People take it for granted that the body and soul are separate...Whether it is Judaism, Christianity, or Eastern religions, they all believe that people's spirits will go after death. Another place."

He said calmly:

"It's not uncommon for you to take this theory and subconsciously use it to explain everything you can't explain - but so far people haven't been able to prove that dualism is true, and instead, biological psychology is disproving it."

"It's being overthrown? That means it hasn't been overthrown yet."

Ludwig looked at the clock on the wall again.

... It's almost seven o'clock.

She thought she was just here to have a meal with Sherlock, to tell him that she was going to Egypt, and to say a brief goodbye between lovers... She didn't expect that it would take so long.

It's seven o'clock... From six o'clock to seven o'clock, another hour has passed in An He's life.

……

"Even if it's a one-in-a-billion possibility, it's still a possibility... even if I have no way to prove it."

Ludwig stood up and held Sherlock's hand across the table::

"I have no way to prove it... But can you trust me once? Sir, this is the end of the question, okay? When I come back from Egypt, no matter what the result is, I will explain everything to you, okay?"