[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

After Erin Edler left.

Sherlock stood up nonchalantly.

And just when he was about to leave, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the milk glass on the table.

After a long time, he removed the cup, picked up the note with the phone number under the cup, and glanced lightly.

Then, throw the note into the trash can.

……

There are loyal men in the world.

However, there are no faithful men.

……Is it?

Ludwig walked into St. Mary's Hospital, but did not go to Anhe's ward.

She hurried through the hospital lobby, climbed to the fifth floor on foot, but suddenly changed direction.

She passed Duan Anhe's ward, her footsteps paused, but without even a glance, she went straight into an elevator at the end of the corridor.

...don't look, don't stop.

Once the weak feelings reach out to her, she is afraid that she will do what An He said... don't fight for anything, what are you fighting for?It's good to accompany him through the last time quietly.

……

While pressing the button on the elevator, she silently read the mobile phone number of the buyer who contacted her.

The buyer was a student of her father, a serious paleontologist, who followed her father in Egypt to take X-rays of mummies to study the changes in the calcium structure of their teeth over thousands of years.

He had come to see her on her ninth birthday, a gentleman who had hurried across the Mediterranean to England to bring her a lock of Pharaoh's hair that Ludwig's father had smuggled out on expeditions.

The lock of hair was sealed in turpentine, and the turpentine was packed in a dark green locket.

...How unreliable Van Ludwig is to think that a nine-year-old girl would like the pharaoh's hair.

But the existence of Ludwig's father is still beneficial, at least after she released the book and notebook resale information, his students contacted her immediately.

With this relationship, the business will be much smoother.

……

Yes, she lied to Sherlock...she was still going to Egypt, she had to go to Egypt.

Or this is not a lie, at best it is "avoiding the important and taking the light".

She said she came to the hospital... she did come to St. Mary's.

She never said she wasn't going to Egypt, did she?She just "just right" misled her boyfriend.

...Of course, whether she can be misleading or not is another matter. In terms of observation and IQ, she has no chance of winning against Sherlock.

She can only gamble on luck.

Because, no matter how absurd it sounds, this is the only clue she found to save Anhe.

Interrogation and probing, lies and misleading.

...Very well, if you want to be Mr. Holmes' girlfriend, please bring all the skills of Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

……

The elevator went down to the first floor and stopped.

Ludwig stepped out of the elevator, and the cold and damp air from the underground rushed towards his face.

There are lights installed on the top of the wall, and there is only one light every few meters. It is a huge underground passage, dark.

The stagnant air and the silent walls seem to be able to hear the sound of electric current in the lamp tube.

... She had no choice but to come up with this method.

Sherlock can always find her specific location. The whole London, the streets and alleys, are full of homeless people taken care of by the Holmes family.

She didn't know if any of these bums was following her--that sounds really crazy, doesn't it?But since there is a brother Mai who will arrange electronic eyes and spies everywhere in Baker Street to monitor his own brother, Sherlock is used to using these methods, she is not surprised.

Women who are used to luxury goods will talk about Vacheron Constantin in the same way we talk about Chinese cabbage.

Similarly, in the eyes of a man accustomed to power, the things he did were nothing more than "little moves" out of concern.

... The men in the Holmes family are good at everything, but they need to be trained.

Facing Sherlock Holmes, one cannot be too cautious, right?

In most cases, no one will take this elevator, and no one will take this road... Her anti-reconnaissance ability is almost zero, and only in places where there are no people can she be sure that no one is following her.

……in case.

No one will come here, unless someone dies again.

The living do not walk with the dead, so naturally they cannot take the same elevator with the dead.

That's right... This elevator is a special channel for transporting the dead in the hospital.

And this basement is the mortuary.

……

There are doors one after another on both sides of the tunnel. There are glass windows on the doors, and you can see the refrigerators one by one inside the doors.

There are people everywhere, but there is no human breath, and all the dead are silent.

... She couldn't imagine what An He looked like lying here.

Ludwig hurried through the rooms where the corpses were stored without stopping.

Her face was calm, but her footsteps were getting faster and faster.

She's not scared...she's not scared at all.

... What is there to be afraid of?

These are people who, days, hours, or minutes ago, were able to smile, eat, and talk on the phone.

They are lying here now, their bodies are cold and lifeless, but there are still people who love them in the bright place above the ground.

What's more, when it comes to being afraid, it's because they are afraid of her, okay?

She came back from the dead... If she has the ability, let's give it a try.

……

The corpse was transported here, of course it is impossible to send it back the same way. This is the ground floor of the inpatient department building. If you walk along this passage, you can probably reach the back door of the hospital.

— This is the way she was looking for.

Dim lights illuminated the pale walls.

It's really pale... The hospital decorator was afraid that people wouldn't know that it was a mortuary, and didn't know how to paint it in color.

Ludwig walked faster and faster, faster and faster, and finally broke into a trot.

...can't run, and once I run, I can't stop.

Fear is like love, don’t let go of the sluice, once you let go, you can’t stop, you have to roll like a snowball until you can’t bear the weight and get caught——

Suddenly stepped on something protruding under his feet, Ludwig lost his balance and fell to the ground.

...Say you get stuck and you get stuck?

She was wearing knee-length linen trousers, and when she fell, her knees were immediately scratched.

What tripped her was the vehicle buffer zone on the ground... The buffer zone appeared, and the exit was not far away.

Ludwig got up from the ground silently, without looking back—what if a ghost is more lively and likes to play wolf shoulders, it's okay not to look back, but if it turns around, it will be startled, what should we do?

However, as soon as she took a step, a hand was placed on her shoulder lightly and silently.

... If you say that you are shouldered, you will be shouldered?

Ludwig's body stiffened, only feeling the cold sweat dripping from his head.

Sure enough, if you come to this kind of place, you should be accompanied by your boyfriend, at least one more backup.

The thing behind spoke, a young female voice that was flat and without a trace of fluctuation:

"you are human?"

Ludwig reflexively said, "Of course not."

She didn't dare to move, her neck was stiff:

"It's all ghosts, it's all ghosts... a family."

"..."

The thing behind him let go, and his tone was still flat, as if meeting a ghost in the morgue is a common occurrence:

"Which room and locker are you from? You're back."

Ludwig: "..."

After regaining her senses, she finally realized that something was wrong - the hand that was on her shoulder just now was so warm.

The girl behind suddenly frowned, and said lightly:

"You're not quite right, it's kind of weird."

"Sorry, I made a mistake. They are all people, people... I am alive."

Ludwig turned around.

The girl behind her was probably in her twenties, her face was pale, and Ludwig became vigilant—she wasn't wearing a white coat or nursing uniform, and she wasn't from the hospital.

She breathed a sigh of relief:

"Are you an employee here?"

The girl shook her head: "I am a sick funeral director, responsible for burning the corpse."

Ludwig looked behind her: "Are you here to pull the corpse out and burn it? Just you?"

The girl shook her head again.

She walked to the morgue she had just walked out of, and closed the door with her hand: "I just came to chat with them."

Ludwig paused: "Are you here to chat with the dead...?"

The girl glanced at her, still with a blank expression: "You don't have to be afraid... They say that my brain has a problem, and I have no way to prove that I have no problem, so you can assume that what I said is false."

She pointed behind Ludwig:

"They're always wandering around because they don't want to be burned... Standing behind you is Mr Thomas, 56, who died in the early hours of last Sunday."

Ludwig looked at the girl, only feeling creepy.

...what a similar situation.

She has experienced so many incomprehensible things, but she still feels that this girl must have some neurological problems... Does Sherlock treat her the same way she treats this girl?

The girl spoke again: "Thomas has been dead for five days. I can't persuade him to accept the burning... You are more similar to him. Maybe he will listen to you. Can you persuade him for me?"

...She doesn't look like a dead person at all, thank you.

Ludwig turned around and turned his back to Mr. Thomas calmly:

"Sorry... I'm in a hurry."

The girl said slowly: "He is my friend, and he gave me fifteen ways to make cranberry biscuits... If you are willing to help me, I can write these methods to you."

"...I don't like cookies very much."

"It's a pity."

The girl's voice is like a straight line without ups and downs:

"I can help you with what I can."

... What can she ask an undertaker for?Will you get a [-]% discount on the cost of burning the body, please?

Ludwig felt that she was so stupid. She turned her head and said to a certain place of nothingness: "As long as the world does not end, your life will not disappear... It's the same whether you burn it or not. Big, don't care about these details."

The previous sentence was what the priest said at the funeral.

The last sentence... is taken from Le Shiwei's quotations, please ignore it.

The girl looked in that direction, and said flatly, "He nodded... Sure enough, it's easier to talk to a family."

……family?Who is with whose family.

She handed Ludwig a postcard, and suddenly smiled slightly:

"Our funeral home's phone number, I'm the third number, please call me if you need... I think you will call me soon."