[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock lowered his eyes.

"That's something you have to consider later, as long as you are willing to face up to the fact that your old lover doesn't exist... Believe me, I have absolute certainty to cure you."

He was wearing a delicate suit, which was out of place with the group of brightly dressed high school students behind him.

But it seems that I didn't hear those noisy voices at all:

"Mycroft's laboratory has done similar experiments with adult volunteers, and it has been proved that even when the individual personality is complete, large-scale memory implantation and extraction are still feasible, as long as you continue to emphasize self-authority It will cause personality splits and imbalances... Of course, the premise of healing is that you trust me enough."

……

"You made me believe you...then do you believe me?"

She looked directly at Sherlock:

"You tell me... have you ever, just a little bit, let go of your logic and trust me?"

She raised her head... black eyes, black hair, pale face, just so small.

She repeated:

"Do you believe me?"

Sherlock was silent longer this time.

"Of course I believe you."

He said softly:

"But ... I believe more in evidence, facts, and truth."

……

—Yes, this is Sherlock Holmes.

Emotions cannot shake him. He has always judged everything in the world with his lightning-like reason, and his will is as firm as steel.

……

"Well, just pretend that my memories are all fake."

She loosened his sleeves slowly.

"Just treat my past, my background, my surname... just pretend that these are all fabricated, all lies."

She heard herself say:

"Then let me verify it myself, okay? If I beg you now... If I beg you now, will you let me go to Egypt?"

Another long silence.

And, after a long silence, Sherlock said: "Vichy...I'm afraid it won't work."

He paused, and spoke again under Ludwig's gaze:

"This is due to various considerations... Even I have to admit that Yatum is a very powerful opponent. Mycroft has not yet found out how big his sphere of influence is in the Suez Canal area, and he I have already flown to Russia this morning to discuss the oil issue, and I have no time to take care of this side... If I go to Egypt with you now, the only one left in London who will solve the case is Scotland Yard."

His faint eyes fell on her face:

"The people in the cabinet can only talk about finance and waging war. I don't expect their currency-corrupted brains to be able to deal with criminal geniuses like Yatum. As for you... if you insist on going to Egypt, maybe next time I see you , I'm afraid your face has become the same as my only friend."

His only friend is Mr. Skull.

……

Atum, Atum again.

Even if Putin goes to a striptease, it is impossible for An He to have anything to do with terrorists.

But what to do?She couldn't produce any evidence.

……

"If it was someone else, I would try harder... But you are Sherlock Holmes, I don't think I can change what you have made up your mind to."

Ludwig smiled:

"But it's okay...have you finished asking the previous question?"

She leaned on the back of the chair, as if she had been tense for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

... Even if what he said was not the answer she wanted, she was still relieved.

It is always better for a stone to be set than to hang over your head.

"If I'm done asking, I'm going back to the hospital... You won't give me 'just right' persuasion, will you?"

There was nothing unusual in Sherlock's deep voice:

"Of course not...but I remember you just said that you don't care if you don't see him a few times before you die."

"I care now."

Ludwig put the notebook on the table back into his shirt pocket.

The second hand of the wall clock turned round and round, which made her upset.

It was like the countdown to the exam, but she suddenly discovered that she still hadn't done most of the essay questions.

If you don't do it, it will be too late.

……

Ludwig stood up and repeated:

"Have you finished asking? We have nothing to say after we have finished asking."

Sherlock looked at her suddenly indifferent profile:

"Aren't you going home? Are you going to the hospital?"

"Where else can I go if I don't go to the hospital?"

Ludwig was walking towards the gate.

When she heard Sherlock's words, she stopped, turned around, and smiled slowly:

"I want to go to Egypt...but, will you let me?"

……

Seeing that Ludwig was leaving, the waitress with a very low corset came over with a tray and bent over to collect her dishes.

The charming curve extends all the way from the neckline, extending to the deeper depths of the daydream.

Ludwig didn't look back, opened the door and walked out.

Sherlock looked out the window, picked up the cup on the table, and took a light sip.

After sipping, he frowned again.

—he forgot it was milk, stupid mistake.

The young and beautiful waiter showed Sherlock a smile that was neither indifferent nor reserved:

"Sir, do you need anything else?"

Sherlock put down the milk, pushed the cup farther, and frowned:

"unnecessary."

...his little girlfriend didn't wait for the red light to pass, but hurried across the road, almost running to St. Mary's Hospital.

The waitress hadn't left yet, she followed his gaze and looked out the window, but Ludwig's figure was already hidden behind the stacked houses.

Sherlock was still looking out the window.

The corners of her slender eyes were raised, and she was full of flair: "Girlfriend?"

Sherlock finally looked back.

It's just that his eyes only stayed on her for a second, then he turned his head away again:

"If you want to play the role of an aristocratic guest waiter, you should remove the orange blossom aftertones from your body, and if you want people to confuse you as an aristocrat and a fashion editor, you should change a pair of bracelets... because there is no r will wear such a bracelet that is not convenient for typing."

He looked out the window - Ludwig was out of sight.

"But in fact, you are neither of the three identities."

He looked away and said casually:

"You have powder on your inner ear because you're trying to cover up a slight red mark from being pressed there, and only one ear has it, which means you've been wearing tiny earphones for a long time...they sent you?"

The waitress looked at his side face and laughed, her voice was as gentle and comfortable as water.

"You guessed wrong sir, I have never been appointed by man or... God. I come only because I want to come."

Her hands were rough from washing dishes.

Sherlock glanced at it—bad make-up.

"You have created a lot of confusing features on your body. There are only three reasons for this behavior. First, it made me unable to guess your identity. Second, I guessed your identity wrong. Third...caused me attention."

He picked up his cell phone and wrote a text message, but he didn't send it.

"If it's the last reason...then all I can say is, you didn't succeed."

Her long dark brown hair fell behind her ears and curled like waves.

"What should I do? You guessed wrong again."

She held out a finger and placed it on her lips.

Just a slight change in movement reveals a bit of temptation:

"Why can't I just want to test you? The legendary Sherlock Holmes, his wisdom is more impressive than his wealth... It's a pity that I was caught by a woman, because you don't look like a legend so smart."

She chuckled softly:

"I went back and forth in front of you three times, but you didn't see my identity until just now."

Sherlock stared at the unsent text, as if struggling like never before.

After a while, he said indifferently:

"That's because you can't arouse my interest... There is no need to pay attention to the disguise that can be seen through in a second."

What's more, all his attention was on his little girlfriend at that time.

Her attitude this time seemed to be reinforced by casting molten iron. No matter how strict his logic was, no matter how shaken her heart was, she refused to believe him.

… It is a serious malfeasance to have your trust in your employer-partner shaken.

In their verbal communication agreement, they clearly promised "steel-like loyalty and firmness".

……

Sherlock stared at the phone screen for a long time.

Finally, he made up his mind and pressed the "send" button.

……

Sherlock ignored the beautiful waitress, put his phone back in his coat pocket, and glanced out the window again.

She still hasn't eaten anything today.

Perhaps the hospital should offer visitors a midnight snack.

……

The waitress looked at the man's slightly lowered, indifferent profile.

...can't arouse his interest?

This statement was... so new to her.

She has worked in many places, high-end, low-end, ordinary, dangerous... so many that she can't remember.

But I have never seen such a man who is both tempting and dangerous at the same time.

——prey.

Love, a game for men and women.

It is nothing more than this man loving that woman, or this woman loving that man.

——boring.

Even without eyes, it can be seen that this man loves that girl just now... Aprodite hides the look of his lover in his eyes, no matter how well a man conceals it, his eyes cannot be hidden.

🇧🇷

……

God said, let the serpent tease the woman, and let the woman tease the man.

……

She softened her voice. Her Greek blood gave her a deep face, and even wearing the waiter's clothes could not hide her curvy figure.

"A headache, isn't it? Sir, I think you need to chill her a bit, because once she's convinced you're crazy about her, you go from pearls to grit."

She didn't give up because of this gentleman's indifference, and pressed a note under Sherlock's cup while arranging the dishes.

——Of course she believes that there are loyal men in the world.

However, she also believes that there is no loyal man in the world.

……

"No woman will like a man who is too infatuated. Men are more attractive because of proper indulgence-this rule applies to all women."

She smiled softly, straightened up, and said to the man who had only glanced at her so far:

"I'm waiting for your call... I know you will definitely call me."

Her smile, was more than beautiful...it was pearls.

She was wearing the cheap overalls of the waiter, but she shone like a pearl with a luxurious brilliance.

...the tone is so firm.

Her smile widens like ripples on water:

"Remember my name, I'm Irene... Irene Edler."