[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

After the ceremony, there was nothing to talk about. Anhe had very few friends in this world, and among the people who came, many were customers of the cafe.

The mourning hall is also still black.

Ludwig sent away Ann and Mrs. Ananci, the object of presenting the house, and said to Mr. Holmes who had been standing behind her bored:

"The people in the funeral home are so rigid. If I die, please remember to decorate my mourning hall in pink."

She is especially talkative today.

Sherlock: "Deliberately talking too much is a sign of avoiding pain, Vichy."

"I didn't escape the pain, I'm telling you seriously... Remember not to put white roses next to the urn, but a table of pink y."

Ludwig moved his limp legs.

Her head is still groggy from the drugs:

"I know you don't know what this is. Let me give you some friendly science. This is a British cat born in Japan in [-]."

"..."

Sherlock said firmly:

"I won't remember."

After everyone had left, William Shakespeare walked up to Ludwig, looking very haggard, almost a size lost from his huge body.

He stretched out his fat hands and hugged Ludwig:

"I'm sorry... so sorry that, as his only friend, I wasn't by his side in his last moments."

He lay on her shoulder, weeping uncontrollably.

Soybean-sized tears fell one by one on her long black dress.

... Ludwig felt that letting this bear-like man lie on her shoulder and cry for another minute, her skirt would be wrung out with water.

But she didn't avoid it, she just reached out and hugged his sensual shoulder:

"this is not your fault."

"May I use your two steps to speak?"

He took a crumpled handkerchief out of his pocket and twisted his nose, making a sound like the roar of a steam engine:

"Erixi thought he would never see you again, so he told me some things, and I haven't seen him since I was in prison, so I will tell you what he said as his last words."

Ludwig glanced at Sherlock.

And he was looking down at her.

……

She said to Shakespeare:

"I don't have to avoid this gentleman, he is my current boyfriend, Sherlock Fu..."

"No, no, you don't need to introduce him, I know his name is Sherlock Holmes."

Shakespeare stared at Sherlock:

"In prison, I couldn't say anything, but when this gentleman appeared, it took only a minute to find out the loopholes of the police... So I was released, and I am very grateful to him."

Although Shakespeare's tone emphasized Sherlock's help to him, from the way he looked at Sherlock, Ludwig did not find the slightest "grateful" existence.

She turned her head and looked at Sherlock's chin:

"Sir, what's the matter?"

Sherlock doesn't seem to be thinking about it at all:

"His case was run by Lestrade, obviously Scotland Yard couldn't see through the clues that Atum deliberately left behind. I cleared him... Atum did use his ship to transport human offal, but he himself Don't know anything about it."

He seemed to have finished the matter.

From Sherlock's point of view, the matter is indeed over.

But it doesn't take a brain to know that what happened between them must be more than that.

……

Ludwig looked at Sherlock without moving.

Under her gaze, Sherlock had to speak again:

"Although he did not sell organs, he secretly smuggled Chinese Shang Dynasty antiques and ancient corpses. Now that the Chinese embassy has submitted an application to the British government, he will face huge compensation."

He frowned:

"But this has nothing to do with our case... He hid it well, and no one knew about it except his wife."

——It turns out that this is the truth of Shakespeare's previous sentence "sell everything".

Organ trafficking is not murder, you only need to go to jail, but selling ancient corpses and antiques is a very serious crime in China, and cultural relics from before the Zhou Dynasty are even punishable by death.

There was no way they could execute an Englishman, but the compensation would be staggering.

……

"That's right, my daughter and I will be in debt for the rest of our lives. I beg him not to tell the truth. I am willing to spend 20 years in prison on the charge of organ trafficking to atone for my sins. I only hope that my little Amaranta will not be affected... ...she is, she is innocent, isn't she?"

Shakespeare looked coldly:

"But no matter how much I begged, he was unmoved. Miss, I really don't understand why you want to be with such a hard-hearted person. I can introduce you to a lot of good guys..."

Feeling the increasing invisible pressure behind him, Ludwig quickly interrupted Shakespeare:

"We digress, now tell me what Erich wants to tell me?"

Shakespeare's eyes returned to Ludwig.

"Erici wants to tell you three things."

He sighed heavily:

"The first one, except for the shares of the shop, he transferred to me, and he gave you all other properties, and asked me to tell you that this was originally prepared by him for you. If you don't accept it, these properties will lose their owners. Adrift without support."

Ludwig stood there without speaking.

An He's ashes are on her right, a small black jar, standing silently in front of the statue of the suffering god.

A ray of sunlight shines through the open doors of the auditorium on the white roses.

He was as quiet as a shadow, as usual.

Property transfer takes time to go through the formalities... How long ago did he start planning these things for her?

……

"The second thing, about the birthday present he gave you. He asked me to emphasize to you that this is the last thing he gave you, no matter what, please keep it safe. He also said that life will always come to an end, and there is nothing you can do about it At this time, please go and see his gift, it is as if he is standing in front of you."

……Gift?

The past two days are too busy, she hasn't had time to open it yet... But why did she mention the gift again?

Ludwig froze for a moment:

"Of course, he doesn't have to worry about that."

This is strange.

She has never discarded the presents he gave her, even if it was a small thing he made of straw, she said she disliked it, and would carefully put it into the box.

He knew this, so why did he keep talking to her about keeping the gift?

It is simply wanting to keep the last trace of oneself in the world.

Or... ulterior motives?

……

"The third thing is optional. Erich didn't take it very seriously when he told me. But since he said it, I think I have the obligation to convey it——have you ever asked him for a book on Japanese literature? one?"

……book list?

She knew exactly what books An He was reading every day, and there was no need to ask for the book list.

But she reacted quickly, turned her back to Sherlock and said:

"Of course, I mentioned it once."

"He said, if you still go to my store to buy things in the future, let me tell you that his favorite Japanese writer is Junichi Watanabe, but this writer's writing style has not been honed yet, if he is given another five years , his work will surprise you.”

Shakespeare wiped his eyes:

"I really can't understand your thoughts. At the end of your life, you are actually talking about Japanese literature. Shouldn't you open a bottle of pure vodka and howl until dawn?"

...Let's not talk about Shakespeare, she can't understand it now.

Because Anhe's favorite Japanese writer is not Watanabe Junichi at all, but Tsushima Shushi.

Moreover, Watanabe Junichi's peak work was published in [-], and there has never been a work so classic since then.

It's impossible for An He not to know this, why do he still say that Junichi Watanabe's peak will be in five years?

……

Ludwig turned his back to Sherlock, frowning slightly where Sherlock couldn't see.

Anhe's urn stood quietly in the center of the white roses.

Be quiet and be quiet.

……

You didn't speak, you didn't say a word.

But what on earth do you want to tell me?

……

Puzzled in my heart, on the surface, Ludwig still said to Shakespeare:

"Thank you for passing on his words."

"As his loyal friend, I also want to give you a piece of advice."

He glanced at Sherlock behind her, and said:

"The partner you choose undoubtedly has unparalleled wisdom and extremely powerful means, but he also has a heart made of iron... With all due respect, he can't see people's pain at all, all he can see is truth and logic."

……

It was an accident that Sherlock Holmes would help him clear his name.

It was just because he happened to see him when he went to the prison to deal with other affairs, and found a flaw by the way, so he rescued him by the way...and drove him into a deeper abyss.

He went to prison to interrogate an old gray-haired woman, said to be of French nationality, who was interrogated in England for some unknown reason.

He looked at the nearly 70-year-old man, standing indifferently in the cold and chaotic prison, but under his intensive interrogation step by step, his most painful memories were revealed layer by layer.

Crashed, hysterical, in pain.

…Finally, everything is said.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he knew what they were doing--driving the prisoner to a psychological breakdown, which is a common police tactic.

But no one can do it as cleanly and indifferently as he does.

Generally, the police would either take a break or change shifts, but he interrogated a 70-year-old man for nearly [-] hours alone.

After asking what he wanted, Mr. Holmes walked out of the prison without looking at the old woman slumped on the chair again.

……

"If he can't see people's pain, he won't be able to see your pain either...I've learned this very well."

Shakespeare gave her a final hug:

"As Erich's friend, I just hope... Even if you are not with Erich, you should treat yourself better."

"Thank you."

Ludwig patted him on the back:

"Although I don't agree with your words."

She straightened up, walked up a step, and stood beside An He's ashes.

And on her left is Sherlock.

"Every crime has its corresponding penalty. You have recognized the law when you have not committed a crime. There is no reason to amend it when you have committed a crime."

There she stood, her long black dress hanging down to her ankles, her eyes painted with delicate black eyeliner, making her look nothing like:

"Of course, there is no doubt that Mr. Holmes lacks a sense of social responsibility and empathy. He has always been like this. If one day he understands the emotions of goldfish, a certain British government may not have to worry about it..."

Sensing the increasingly cold sight from the left, Ludwig immediately stopped the conversation with interest, and changed the subject:

"But there is nothing wrong with what Mr. Holmes has done to you, Mr. Shakespeare, and you cannot criticize his character for this... Just imagine, if the enforcer changes the punishment at will out of sympathy, what will happen to other offenders? It is not fair of."

Shakespeare stood under the steps and was silent for a while:

"Even so, what's wrong with my little Amaranta? Why should she bear her father's fault?"

"Because she is the beneficiary."

Because of the effects of the drug, she spoke slowly:

"Do you dare to say that in the 18 years of her life, not a single necklace was derived from the proceeds of crime? Human relationships are destined, and she will be in debt to you because her father made a mistake, not pointing out the mistake. People lack empathy."

——Dare to sell Chinese national treasures, fortunately, An He doesn't know about it, and if he knows, he will spray you to death.

The Chinese are going to be buried on Chinese soil, yet they still dare to sell ancient corpses, aren't they afraid that 13 billion people will drink salt soda each?

……

Shakespeare may be loyal, loyal, like a soldier.

But obviously his contact with An He was too short, and An He would never justly blame others for his fault.

Ludwig smiled:

"I appreciate your concern, but I refuse to accept your accusation against Mr. Holmes."

……

Shakespeare is gone.

After a long time, Ludwig suddenly turned around without warning.

Sherlock was looking at her without blinking.

She blinked:

"I know I'm especially beautiful today, but you can't tell by staring at the back of my head, sir."

Sherlock leaned against the wall and looked away:

"Can we go back?"

go back?

She lowered her eyes, did not answer directly, but pressed her temples and said:

"Actually, there are loopholes in what I said just now. If it wasn't for the confusion in my mind, I could have said it more strictly."

She turned and looked directly at Sherlock:

"Taking the medicine makes me very uncomfortable, nauseating, dizzy...Can I skip the medicine tomorrow?"

Sherlock frowned:

"Vertigo? It's not because of drugs. My dosage is calculated. Your dizziness is caused by exhaustion caused by emotional trauma, and the brain is temporarily deprived of oxygen..."

"No, what I want to hear is not the reason."

She interrupts Sherlock:

"I'm just asking you... can I skip my medicine tomorrow?"

Sherlock leaned against the wall and watched her in silence for a moment.

Only then said softly:

"Vichy, psychotropic drugs and the law, are the same."

……

It's the same... They all exist to restrain people's behavior, and have established usage and dosage.

And, it cannot be changed out of sympathy.

……

Ludwig was not used to wearing high heels for a long time, and the soles of his feet felt like needles because of poor blood circulation.

After a long time, she said:

"It's okay... Even if you don't agree, there will always be a solution."

She looked at the empty hall and smiled:

"Sir, there is no one else, we can go."

"go home?"

"Do not."

Ludwig walked in front of him, holding An He's urn in one hand and skirt in the other.

She walked down the steps along the black carpet in the center of the hall.

Her hair fell down, and Sherlock walked behind her, unable to see her expression at the moment.

"I'm going to find Joe... I suddenly remembered that I still have something I haven't told her."