[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

St Mary's Hospital.

She stood two steps away from An He's hospital bed, on the cold floor, the sun was just a faint and clear light in the layers of clouds outside the window.

The birds were still chirping, and there were gray doves standing on the opposite roof, on the spire of the black cross.

She still didn't walk over... After standing there for an unknown amount of time, the soles of her feet and palms became cold. She walked out of the ward slowly and sat on a chair by the door.

……

It's so far away from the sea...but she seems to be able to hear the sound of waves hitting the rocks.

It seems like... a long, long time ago.

At that time, An He was not yet an adult, and published a Japanese translation of her grandfather's name, and secretly took her to Bohai with the author's remuneration.

They are standing on the deck of the Galaxy Prince ship, the Bohai Sea and the Pacific Ocean are connected as one, the sea breeze is blowing from the far side of the ocean, the waves are beating against the reef, and the seagulls are flying from the top of the huge sail to the blue sea horizon.

And An He stood beside her, smiling slightly, watching her yelling unsteadily, the hem of her white shirt being blown up by the wind, quietly resting her chin.

His black eyes reflected the sea and her.

Like, packed into the whole world.

……

"He's gone in the end... It's a shame God didn't take care of him, isn't it?"

Someone was talking beside him, an old voice, Ludwig heard it, but he didn't move or speak.

When a bottle of water was handed to her, she tilted her head slightly.

It was an old doctor with glasses and a long beard. He looked a little rough, but his voice was very kind.

"I heard that someone came to take him away, so I came to have a look."

He walked up to Ludwig and sat down beside her:

"Erishi is my patient and my best friend. He is brilliant and a complete gentleman... I can't help but want to be friends with him, but in terms of age, he is enough for me to be my grandson."

The old doctor took a sip of water:

"I originally planned that if there was no family member to preside over his funeral, I, a bad old man, would come forward... After all, a person always needs a funeral to end his life decently."

Ludwig opened the bottle cap, not knowing what to say, so he remained silent.

"He had symptoms of organ failure a long time ago, and he has been refusing to go to the hospital. This time, William and I tricked him into getting into the car and sent him here...but his life span was only extended by one week. Not sure if I'm doing the right thing."

The old doctor smiled at her:

"But now I'm sure I was right because... you showed up."

Ludwig paused when he opened the bottle cap.

She turned her head and stared blankly at the old doctor's mottled side face.

Hear him speak slowly:

"I know he has been looking for a girl. He traveled all over the world for her, opened a coffee shop for her, and built a villa full of orchids for her."

The old doctor blinked:

"Now I need to confirm your identity, in case someone pretends to be a family member and claim the corpse... Child, do you like orchids?"

……

The gray-fronted pigeon on the opposite spire looked around for a while, then fluttered away.

...that villa, she saw it.

Holding the water bottle, Ludwig took a long time before speaking:

"I like it... I like it very much."

"I was joking just now, my dear child. I have already confirmed your identity... because of the wedding dress on your body, he designed it very early and changed it many times. I am deeply impressed."

The old doctor laughed, his blue eyes narrowed into a line:

"I think he loves you...he loves you very, very much."

……

Ludwig opened the water bottle, looked at the silent profile of An He lying on the bed, and took a sip.

His hands were a little unsteady.

The thin stream of water flowed down her neck and slowly slid into the silk neckline, leaving a dark water stain.

"But there is one thing I can't understand. He loved you so much, and he died alone because of you...but you didn't even have a tear. This is not an equal emotion."

The old man said slowly:

"Why don't you cry for him?"

...why doesn't she cry?

Ludwig puts down the water bottle:

"Why should I cry? If he lived, I would suffer for his pain. If he lived, I would mourn for his sorrow... But now, he is dead."

Her voice was as soft as a snowflake.

And the fire has already been lit, just wait a little longer... That thin six-petal snowflake will turn into water, turn into steam, dissipate in the air, and never find a trace again.

"He has no sorrow, no reluctance, no pain... He is so calm, so why should I cry?"

The old doctor looked at the nails that had sunk deeply into her palm.

...one more step away.

"Even so, please at least...don't forget him."

The old man stood up, walked across from her, squatted down, and fixed his eyes on hers:

"He has been looking for you for so long, but he hasn't even seen you for the last time. I think he must have a lot to say to you."

... That's right, she and An He haven't even seen each other for the last time.

"The dead are always lonelier because of the forgetfulness of the living. Please don't forget him, never forget him."

Ludwig stared blankly into his blue eyes, his thoughts seemed to be drawn into the blue vortex.

Is that the eye, is that...the sea.

The azure waters coming from the Pacific Ocean, the seagulls and juveniles on the deck.

The old man's low tone, like a cold stream of water, flowed into his heart:

"Please engrave him in your heart, don't let him be so cold, please miss him like he misses you..."

……

"You don't need to remind me of this."

Suddenly hurried footsteps came from the corridor, interrupting the old doctor's words.

Sherlock came down the corridor, his coat lifted behind him.

As he walked, he said coldly:

"The temperature of a person is due to the incomplete use of metabolism in material transportation, and no matter how powerful thoughts are, it is impossible to make the cells work again... With all due respect, it is an unnecessary emotion."

The old doctor glanced at Sherlock and said to Ludwig:

"You're wearing a wedding dress designed by Erich. I thought you were a couple or a fiancé... so this one is?"

Just as Ludwig opened his mouth, his words were quickly interrupted by Sherlock.

He stood still in front of Ludwig and said calmly:

"Then it's a pity that you read it wrong. She and him are not in a relationship, nor are they a fiancée... She is my fiancée."

Ludwig: "..."

"Is it?"

The old doctor smiled and stood up:

"Emotions are the most unpredictable thing. You don't know where she will flow in the next second. Even if you know, you can't do anything... you can't do anything."

He turned his back to Ludwig, his posture was stooped, but suddenly he showed a big smile to Sherlock.

Frivolous, arrogant, disdainful.

Wrinkles were evident on his face, but that smile seemed to jump out of those mottled wrinkles... Like peeling a fresh orange from a rotten orange peel, it was extremely discordant.

He put his hands in the pockets of his coat, opened his mouth slightly, and made a mouth shape.

——Wu, can, do, force.

……

Sherlock remained motionless, as he had expected, watching him put away his smile and return to the expression of a real old man, and slowly walked away along the corridor.

He just looked at Ludwig.

The long wedding dress hangs all the way to the ground, her coiled hair is scattered because of running, her face is covered by the long black hair, and she looks even paler with a small handful.

He said softly:

"Your leg is bleeding."

Ludwig looked at his legs.

That was when I was riding a motorcycle and rubbed against the wall... The first time I ride a motorcycle, there will always be a little accident.

"The wound and the clothes are stuck together, so it's not easy to tear it off...I'll talk about it when I go back."

After saying this sentence, the two were silent for a long time.

After a while, Sherlock spoke again, this is what he had prepared on the way:

"I'm very sad that he died, at least on the surface, he was a nice guy, God should have put him in his apartment instead of the basement..."

He frowned:

"But God doesn't exist. Skip this... I mean, although all organic matter will eventually decompose into soil, or be burned into residue...but as the predecessor of residue, he will at least leave you Made a deep impression, and it is very indelible, about which I..."

Ludwig finally couldn't bear to interrupt him.

She stretched out a finger and pressed it on Sherlock's thin lips:

"……To shut up."

Sherlock paused, but didn't reach out to take her fingers away.

He maintained this position, put his lips against her cold fingers and said:

"I'm just trying to comfort..."

Ludwig withdrew his hand:

"Then you'd better not comfort yourself."

Looking at her messy hair, Sherlock was silent for a while, and seemed to have given up on "comforting".

After all, this is not his area.

"Then let's... talk about something else."

His hands were in the pockets of his coat, and Ludwig's cell phone was lying in his palm. Because he held it for too long, it was already at the same temperature as his body temperature.

"The dean's wife of St. Mary's Hospital and my mother have a relationship in the salon. I have already guaranteed you through this relationship. You can take him away directly. After all, after you have completed all the documents, his face I'm afraid it won't look good..."

"Yes." Ludwig said lightly, "Thank you."

She reacted coldly... Sherlock lowered his eyes and pursed his dry lips.

He reached out and took out his mobile phone, opened it:

"There are some other things... I have contacted all the funeral homes in London. If you like one of them, we can contact them directly and carry out the funeral according to the highest standard. If you don't like the funeral customs in the UK, we can still find them Looking for French..."

He moved his fingers quickly, and sent out a text message:

"Funeral home information, immediately. sh"

A second later, all the funeral home information, contacts, and specifications and prices in London were lying on his mobile phone.

And a text message that looks elegant but is full of anger between the lines:

"Good day. By the way, I'm giving a speech, live nationwide. mh"

"..."

He decisively deleted the text message and handed the phone to Ludwig:

"The contact information is here."

Ludwig leaned back on the chair and didn't reach out to pick it up:

"I'm not going to bury him . . . but don't you want to say anything to me, sir?"

... She still didn't look at him.

From now until now, there is not a single glance.

Sherlock stood quietly in front of her, only feeling that his palms were getting cold gradually, and his chest was also a little cold.

This unscientific.

Sherlock thought calmly——

Cold hands can be explained by insufficient blood supply, lack of red blood cells to carry oxygen for aerobic respiration, resulting in a drop in temperature.

But the heart itself is blood mercury, how could it be hypoxic?

……

He stared at her silently for a while, then said softly:

"What do you want to hear?"

Ludwig smiled:

"What do you want to say?"

"..."

Sherlock clenched his hands in his coat pocket:

"I want to say a lot...but I don't have evidence, or I can't find evidence for now."

Ludwig nodded:

"for example?"

"For example, the traffic jam you encountered today... I really don't want you to meet again, but I will never use this method. Atum gave me wrong information, which is not without flaws. Under normal circumstances, I should have Find these flaws, but..."

He was speaking fast at first, but suddenly stopped, like the water suddenly got stuck in the middle of the river.

Ludwig slowly raised his eyes and saw...he was looking down at her.

There were ripples in his usually calm gray eyes.

"But because the information... is aimed at you."

His deep cello-like voice came from above her:

"I didn't see those flaws, and even if I saw them, I couldn't take the risk... So I have no choice but to prevent you from entering this hospital."

Ludwig looked at him silently for a few seconds, and said:

"That's it? Is there any more?"

Sherlock looked at her calm face - the orbicularis oculi and orbicularis muscle did not change, indicating that what he said just now did not shake her original judgment.

Doesn't the sun in London revolve around England today?The temperature in May can't be this low.

Or someone dumped a bucket of invisible ice in the hospital corridor, and now the ice melts...the melting absorbs heat and takes away the heat.

……

"I know it's hard to be convincing without evidence, and you'll doubt me within reason."

Sherlock's jaw was tense, but he just said lightly:

"But the evidence will be found, it's only a matter of time before I find them..."

"No, sir, you misunderstood, I did not suspect you."

Ludwig glanced at him...but only once, then lowered his head again.

—He is too tall.

"Why do you have such an incredulous look? Isn't it the same?"

Her long eyelashes are covered, and the earrings on her ears reveal a warm texture:

"Since I can trust Erich unconditionally without any evidence, then I can also trust you under the same circumstances—completely, without reservation."

She lowered her head, not paying attention to Sherlock's eyes:

"Of course, when I asked you if you could believe me, you said that you believed in evidence and truth more than me..."

She smiled slightly, but the smile quickly disappeared:

"But I'm not like you, I'm a little dumber than you... so I'm more human than you, isn't it?"