[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

She put her hand on the back of his hand and held it weakly. The cold touch of her fingertips was like the soft petals of a rose flower.

……

A group of British high school students probably came to celebrate their graduation, wearing kko egg trench coats, Finnish brands, or carrying red bus bags.

The boys walked to discuss travel arrangements for the holidays, while the girls, surrounded by boys, discussed perfumes, clothing brands and exam results.

The noisy entry of such a large crowd interrupted their conversation.

After they passed by, Sherlock spoke again:

"Egypt is not the Vatican, Vichy, it is the largest country in Northeast Africa... Rivers, deserts, swamps, and 8000 million people crowded like ants."

The corner of his mouth curved into a mocking arc:

"You know what you're looking for? You know where to start? No, you don't have a clue, you just naively think that going out will relieve your guilt..."

……no idea?

No, she's not clueless.

When An He mentioned the necklace of the Fourteen Gods to her, for a brief second, she was stunned by the sudden picture in her mind.

Something vaguely flashed through her mind so fast that she couldn't catch it.

But suddenly realized... the necklace with the engraved name should be black.

The black stone is engraved with densely packed, painting-like characters, as big as a thumb, with beetle wings on both sides, and the cold green-gold luster of the beetle shell.

...she knew what she was looking for, though she didn't know why she was so sure.

It is an unwarranted sense of certainty.

It's like when you have a dream and you completely forget what it was about, but when you see a familiar scene, you're sure it was there in your dream...even though you don't remember the rest of the dream.

... She must have seen similar necklaces somewhere before.

An Hehui's organ failure was by no means an accident.

And all these puzzles... maybe when she set foot on the land of Egypt, she would remember everything.

……

She smiled at Sherlock:

"You're right about one thing. I really can't just sit back and watch his death. Even if it's only a ten-thousandth possibility, I want to fight for it...I promise I'll be careful, okay?"

……

The tip of the silent wall clock, moving through a slight angle.

...She leaned forward slightly, frozen in that posture, holding his pale and slender fingers, waiting for him to let go.

But he still didn't say a word.

……

The smile on Ludwig's face disappeared bit by bit.

Slowly, she took her hand away from Sherlock's.

……

"what do you mean?"

Ludwig's face turned cold:

"I will ask your opinion out of respect for you, but this does not mean that you have the right to interfere with my actions."

"Interference? No, Vichy, I don't think you know what real 'interference' looks like."

Sherlock said softly:

"What I'm doing now is at most helping you analyze... because it's obvious that you have been dazzled by the sudden death and self-righteous feelings."

"Analysis? Your analysis method is really strange."

Ludwig made a mocking "ha":

"Put me in a western restaurant. It doesn't matter whether we cooperate or not. Anyway, the hospital is run by your family, and Scotland Yard is also run by your family. You need as much sodium barbital hydrochloride as you want, right?"

Sherlock frowned:

"It is pentothiobarbital sodium... hydrochloric acid drugs did not significantly block the chemical transmission of nerve receptors and the positive and negative exchange of sodium and potassium ions on the nerve chain through sodium ion channels."

"...This is not the point!"

Ludwig almost went crazy:

"The point is that you are busy saving the world every day, but you don't allow me to save a person? Sir, you are a bit too much. I just want to go to Egypt, not to blow up the Capitol."

"...Excessive?"

Sherlock said quietly:

"I'm afraid you don't know how powerful they are. If you are going to be forced to live in the Fayoum cemetery with [-] mummies before you get off the plane...then, I advise you to sit down and accept This 'excessive'."

……

... They, they again.

"That question is out of the question, sir."

Ludwig looked up at the ceiling of the western restaurant and rubbed his temples.

...she has been rubbing her temples more and more recently.

"Because I don't think Erich has anything to do with them, and I don't think my memory is fake... But none of us can convince anyone, what should we do?"

Sherlock is noncommittal:

"It depends on when you are convinced by me."

Ludwig sighed:

"Then it's impossible...or we have a fight? Who wins and listens to whom?"

"..."

Sherlock glanced at her thin frame with a strange expression:

"...I don't think that's a fair approach."

"Too."

Ludwig nodded:

"Your face is so beautiful, I definitely can't bear to do it, it's too bad."

"..."

"But I really can't delay, sir."

Ludwig sat up straight, tapping his legs unconsciously with his fingers.

Her unconscious movements when she was nervous...even though she didn't know how nervous she was right now.

"If I don't listen to you and insist on going to Egypt... what will happen?"

Sherlock said lightly:

"There will be no consequences. In order to avoid you accusing me of depriving you of your civil rights, I will not prevent you from doing anything, nor will I deprive you of any rights...but I will give just enough persuasion."

... just the right persuasion?Sherlock actually knows the word "just right"?

"for example?"

Sherlock looked at her:

"For example, today's flight to Cairo was canceled due to political risks in the Middle East...or to be more mild, the plane you were on was forced to land in France due to turbulence."

"..."

He frowned:

"But it's too troublesome...I still have to bring you back from France."

"..."

... This is really "just right" persuasion.

Political risks, airflow issues, these are irresistible factors... Who can say that he interfered with her autonomy of behavior?

Well done, Mr. Holmes.

……

The waitress with a very low neckline came over again, this time instead of wiping the table or handling the dried flowers on the table, she put a few delicate small plates on the table:

"Your dessert...the dishes have been served, please use it slowly."

Her voice is so sweet and clear, like the imitation pearl bracelet on her hand, big round pearls collide with each other.

For this trip, the waitress specially modified her makeup. Under the thick eyeliner and slender eyelashes, her eyes were flowing and charming.

A rare and exquisite beauty.

It's a pity that the two people at the dinner table were confronting each other, and no one noticed her.

One is not interested in women, and the other is not interested in people at all.

A stunner wasted in vain.

……

The waitress smiled slightly, she didn't mean to be shocked at all, and went down again with the plate.

……

Ludwig stared at the original wood grains on the table, finding it difficult to sneer.

"You know what? I've always believed in you, sir."

She said slowly:

"No matter how shocking your conclusions are, no matter how unusual your behavior is, I have never doubted...everything in the past, I believe in you..."

She picked up the glass and put it down again:

"But this time, no."

Sherlock rightly said:

"Of course you should trust me. No matter from which point of view, I should be the person you trust the most. There is no reason for this matter to be an exception, and there is no reason..."

He paused:

"...except when you meet the cafe owner."

"That's because, once I trust you, 80.00% of my life is gone, evaporated, disappeared... Then you tell me, who am I?"

Her voice is very soft, like a green leaf unfurling in the evening wind:

"Do you know why I like dark green? It's because there was a camellia planted at my door, but now you tell me that that camellia doesn't exist... Then why do I like dark green? My character, Where do my hobbies, my everything, come from?"

According to what Sherlock said, she came from China, experienced death and awakening, her memories of home, her little brother.

Is this all... hallucination?

What about her memories of The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes?

But think about it, if you use Sherlock's theory, this can also be explained, because no one in this world can prove that this book really exists, and it is not a figment of her mind.

After all, apart from these names, the plots that should appear in the novel: the four signatures, the study of blood characters, the history of adventure, the waterfall of the Resimba River... So far, none of them have appeared.

It may even be a psychological game of those religious elements-they fabricated a speculative novel in her memory, made her worship the protagonist of that book, Holmes, and thus attracted her to Baker Street.

As a result, two lines that were not intersecting originally intersected.

In this way, it also makes sense that Erich would open a cafe on Baker Street in advance.

……

Don't think about it, don't think about it anymore.

After thinking about it, even she couldn't convince herself.

Thinking about it further, how could she save An He?

How can she save someone who... doesn't exist?

……

Ludwig looked back:

"So, I can't trust you."

Sherlock looked at her, wanting to say something.

But because of her next sentence, he tightly pressed his lips together.

"Besides, if I believe you, the Erich I knew would become an illusion and no longer exist, and the one in front of me would become a conspiracy and cannot be saved... Then who will save him? He will really die. "

...the logic of this sentence is wrong.

What she meant was...Even though Erich was proven to have some kind of relationship with the Egyptian terrorists, she still refused to believe his logic because of the man's life and death.