[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Coming out of the morgue, Ludwig walked back to the other end of the street through a remote back door of the hospital, feeling as if he was reborn as a human being.

Fortunately, in the royal restaurant, Sherlock didn't break up with her indiscriminate words... She really wanted to sneer like this, and she almost said it.

If they really broke up, she would die of illness one day, die of old age, and stay alone in the morgue of the hospital.Le Shiwei knew by looking at his character that he would die early and be reborn early, so he didn't expect him to come to identify the corpse... Then wouldn't she want to live in that desolate place for a long time?

So, okay.

When this matter is over, she can still celebrate Chibi Maruko's birthday with Mr. Holmes, solve cases and fight monsters together, and vomit about Scotland Yard by the way.

……

At the moment, her hair was loose, her shirt was worn inside out, and she tied a knot at her waist—it was already a completely different style.

Since Sherlock thinks that Arisi is related to Atum, it is impossible for people to monitor St. Mary's Hospital.

Therefore, even if she left the morgue and got rid of the people who might have followed her before, she still couldn't relax.

...Very well, after another month of dating with Sherlock, she can directly apply for the US fbi qualification.

She walked into a red telephone booth next to her, dropped a coin in, and dialed the buyer's number based on her memory.

— In order to avoid recording, she pulled out the battery of the mobile phone.

The call was connected quickly, and Ludwig said quickly:

"I am the daughter of Professor Van-Ludwig, and the list has been electronically written...Can we meet? Now?"

The man over there interrupted her in a tired voice:

"Sorry...Little Vichy, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it anymore."

Ludwig paused:

"Why? We have already agreed on the price, sir, and the manuscript is absolutely complete."

"I have full confidence in the professor and your quality, but it's not about the manuscript."

The man took a deep breath:

"I don't want to hide it from you, little Vichy, an important paper I published in a magazine is suspected of data falsification...Just now, I have received a credit card freeze notice from the bank."

……just now?

"I'm very sad...why is the bank account frozen because the thesis is suspected of being falsified?"

"Because they suspect that I have embezzled a large amount of dedicated funds for data research and development."

Suddenly he broke down and said:

"Oh, no, they're calling again... They're not suspicious at all, they have solid evidence, and I'm sure I'll be ruined this time."

There were rustling voices from his side, as if he was packing something:

"I'm afraid I have to hang up, little Vichy..."

"Wait, sir, I have a very important question—on behalf of my father."

Hearing her mention Professor Ludwig, the other side slowed down.

Ludwig clenched the phone:

"Is the evidence... true?"

Is it really suspected of fraud, or... planted?

There was silence for a while.

"The evidence is true...I have nothing to hide, because even God can't help me escape the crime this time."

……

Ludwig hung up the phone in a daze.

...She shouldn't have doubted Sherlock.

But in the royal restaurant, he looked at her mobile phone, and the chat records between her and the buyer were also on it, and the time when the data falsification of this gentleman's thesis was exposed... was too coincidental.

Ludwig pressed his temple.

Now is not the time to think about this... Her plane ticket has already been booked, and the plane at eleven o'clock in the evening, there are still two and a half hours left, and she is short of payment.

Sell ​​a house?is there time?

Ludwig thought for a while, but couldn't think of the name of the resident downstairs, so he had to call the property's phone number.

The call was answered by the security guard at the door.

After hearing her reason for coming, the security guard at the door said briskly:

"Sell a house? I advise you not to bother. Our area is the planning area of ​​the Louvre Square, which has been included in the scope of demolition... Strange to say, there was no such statement before, and it was suddenly issued at noon today. document."

……this afternoon?

Why such a coincidence?

At that time, she had just met An He not long ago, and she was talking about Egypt... She hadn't had time to tell Sherlock that she needed to borrow money to go to Egypt.

The person who knew she wanted to go to Egypt and dissuaded her at the time... was An He.

……

Ludwig slowly pushed open the door of the phone booth.

It was almost dark, and the street lamps on the street were turned on one by one.

Sherlock does it with Mycroft, Atum does it with knives and bombs.

Excluding Sherlock, in her limited sphere of contact, the only powerful organization that can force developers to issue documents is Atum and his followers.

Sherlock has been telling her...Anhe is a fictional memory, and Erich is a conspiracy.

When evidence rules out all else, what remains is the truth, even when it seems impossible.

……

Ludwig put down his shirt and tore off his hair tie—unable to meet the buyer, her disguise was no longer necessary.

I don't know where she went, but the people around her gradually increased, as if she had walked to a certain commercial street.

The lampposts of the street lamps are black.

The small round street lamps are like balls of light floating in mid-air.

She was walking on the street, standing in the crowd, and people passed her like ghostly shadows.

……lie.

She likes spicy food, not sweet.

……lie.

Grandparents, girlfriends, An He, and... Mom and Dad.

……lie.

When everything she thinks is a lie...then what is true about her?Experience is blank, what is that, formed her now?

The water source is drawn, where does the water flow come from?

……

Not far away, someone was playing the piano, without any rules, like a black and white piano key, a slap was pressed down as soon as it was pressed.

The piano... who's playing the piano?

Ludwig raised his head in bewilderment.

In front is a French cafe. A young mother is holding her baby and sitting by the piano by the floor-to-ceiling windows. She has milky white curtains and long chestnut-colored hair. She has a demure posture and a German face. She teaches the baby to play notes one by one. .

The original pianist stood aside and watched with a smile.

……

It was like a flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, instantly illuminating the twisted boulders and tangled bushes on the wasteland.

Yes, the piano—she still has a piano.

Memories can be made up, love can be made up...but how to explain, she can play the piano?

……

Ludwig took out the mobile phone from his pocket and installed the battery board after a few times.

There were only two numbers stored in the phone, she paused and dialed the first one.

The call was connected almost immediately.

But she held the phone and didn't know what to say.

The other side was also silent for a second, and then his deep voice came:

"Someone on your right is talking about dessert discounts, and the sound of the vehicle's engine starting is neat and continuous, which means that you are at a traffic light intersection, and it is a commercial street, the location of St. Mary's General Hospital... Are you on Queen's Avenue? From St. Mary's Hospital You have to go around the entire hospital from the gate to Queen's Road, you can't run so fast, you went through the basement...you went to the morgue?"

Sherlock paused:

"Oh, Vichy, are you bored enough to visit the mortuary? The scale there is too small. If you want to visit the corpse, you should find me..."

... Her boyfriend's area is really distorted.

Ludwig held his forehead:

"I have something very important to tell you... where are you?"

The child's chaotic piano sound came and passed into the communication signal between the two.

Sherlock was silent for a while, then said:

"Baker Street."

……

Baker Street.

I haven't been here for several days, and when I walk in again, there is a strange feeling of strangeness.

Mrs. Hudson is still not there, probably until Atum is settled, Sherlock will not be willing to let this old man with poor legs and feet come back. The poor old man probably didn't know why he suddenly went to Greece for vacation.

Protective in disguise, strong, cold, and awkward... Typical Sherlock's way.

Ludwig quickly ran up to the second floor.

Pushing open the door, she could see Sherlock sitting there under the warm yellow light of Baker Street, slowly cleaning his violin, behind him were large dark red flowers - that was the wallpaper she had chosen.

He does everything with great efficiency, except when it comes to his violin.

Ludwig walked up to him, squatted down, and put his hands on his knees.

Sherlock didn't stop what he was doing, but said lightly:

"Although I have already deduced it, in order to show respect for you... what do you want to tell me?"

Just as Ludwig was about to smile at him, he got stuck in the middle of his words.

She put away the corners of her mouth that hadn't had time to raise:

"You know what I want to tell you?"

……

Rich lights, rich patterns, and... her black and rich eyes.

It's like... the rich aroma of coffee.

Sherlock looked at her, his expression unchanged:

"When I was on the phone with you, the sound of a piano came from the phone...so you want to tell me that you have found evidence that can prove that you have not been implanted with consciousness, and that is your familiarity with the piano."

"..."

After a brief shock, Ludwig blinked slowly:

"You know... I can play the piano?"

"You did hide this matter very well... I almost ignored it."

Sherlock looked at her calmly:

"You don't have a book about piano at home, you never took piano lessons...but when Mycroft kidnapped you to drink tea, you sat opposite him, facing the monitor, finger The rhythm of the beating is regular, and you play "Toccata in D Minor" unconsciously... This video is still backed up to this day."

- "Toccata in D minor".

The first piece of Bahid she learned was a grand religious polyphony, listening to it when she was nervous would calm her down.

But she didn't know that when she was nervous, she would play this song unconsciously.

……

"How long have you been observing me, Mr. Holmes, I am... flattered."

Ludwig was referring to that time on the banks of the Thames, when Sherlock took her to play "Old France", she asked him when he learned the piano, and he replied——

"I just learned... the exact time is probably the day you were kidnapped by my brother to drink tea."

It turns out...she was exposed so early.

She thought that before her girlfriend, she was at least Sherlock's roommate, or a little more, a half friend. After all, it was too abrupt to upgrade directly from a stranger to a girlfriend.

But now, it seems that there is no difference between her at that time and the cases that Sherlock usually takes over... No, there is no difference now either.

……

Sherlock wiped the last string and put the violin aside.

"I'm done talking...you can ask your questions now."

"I don't have any doubts... If you knew that I could play the piano, you must have ruled this out."

She finds it ridiculous, a little bit like laughing, a little... gain and lose.

"Such a complex system of music theory, such a complex system of memory...Sir, I don't quite understand why I can learn piano in my dreams?"

"In a dream, the brain can only manifest what it has recorded in real life, and cannot create new things."

Sherlock's tone remained calm, like... like a psychiatrist, facing his patient.

Slowly, calmly, cruelly... unfold the truth page by page.

"In your dream, don't you sit by a piano and learn the piano? The difference is that in reality, people who have never learned the piano cannot provide themselves with real music theory knowledge, while someone has added a complete sheet music."

On his usual cold and haughty face, this expression of patient explanation rarely appeared.

"Of course you can play one for me to prove your superb skills, which is definitely not something you can get in your dreams... But I can be sure that your fingering is unfamiliar and your fingers are stiff."

Ludwig froze, speechless.

... She had no way to refute.

Li Weixi can play the piano.

But because Li Weixi was afraid that his identity would be suspected, Ludwig's fingers had never been practiced.

……

"Because the standard piano fingering is played with fingertips, piano players will have more fine lines on their fingertips than ordinary people... You don't have these, Vichy, after discovering that you know music theory for no reason , I have done a similar experiment, and the audio played by volunteers implanted with piano knowledge is still stored on my hard drive."

Ludwig didn't listen to him very seriously, she just looked at his face and smiled slightly.

...his lighted face, so handsome, like a perfect, cold sculpture on a base of Greek marble.

She dropped her hands from Sherlock's lap and stood up:

"I have nothing more to say, sir . . . you've said it all for me."

... She originally thought that as long as she could prove that Erich was innocent, and then apply for a loan from her boyfriend's wallet, at least she would not be rejected.

She went to the door and held the handle, feeling very tired:

"I have something to do... Good night, sir."

Sherlock watched her back closely, sat on the sofa, and did not move:

"Where do you want to borrow money next? Sell the house? Or your friend Le Shiwei? Then I advise you not to go."

His voice was low, with the color of dusk.

The orange light slanted down on the floor-to-ceiling curtains and smeared on his marble-like profile:

"Because...that friend of yours doesn't exist."

Ludwig's hand on the doorknob froze.

She turned her face slightly and opened her eyes wide.

……What is he saying?

"As I said, your problem is far more than simply being implanted with memory. It is passive and has nothing to do with your own psychological state.

Sherlock pursed his lips, and only at this moment did he show any emotional fluctuations - his fingers clenched.

"But this one is different... Vichy, you have very serious paranoia, do you know that?"