[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, before the destruction of the earth, made Miss Ludwig a dinner.

... This is of course impossible.

You can blast the solar system, but you can't blast Sherlock into the kitchen.

He was able to come and ask her to eat, which was already a spectacle of the sun appearing simultaneously from southeast to north... You know, she was the only one who forced Sherlock to eat.

Ludwig sat at the dining table in the Baker Street apartment, in front of him was grilled cod fillets, sweet potatoes baked with cheese, tomato pasta, and delicate cheese desserts.

In the brand-new bar, John, the old butler of Holmes for several generations, is using old-fashioned balances and weights to accurately measure the weight of each piece of candy.

God save the queen.

Old John saves Baker Street.

Sensing Ludwig's long gaze, Old John raised his head and smiled at Ludwig:

"Little madam, if you stare at me like this again, the little master will probably fire me."

Ludwig watched how he used the weights—except for the two largest ones, he held the other seven weights under his fingertips, and those small silver nuggets shuttled nimbly through his fingertips, making people dazzled .

“itis amazing.”

Ludwig's book spread out on the table was still open, but her eyes were completely attracted by the handsome old man, and she said in admiration:

"Mr. Steward, you are simply omnipotent, this is simply magic..."

Sherlock took the last cod fillet from her plate as usual, and said flatly:

"Growing age will lead to weakening of hormone secretion, so even if you add favor to him, it is impossible for you...at least the reproductive system is not equal."

Ludwig: "..."

She looked at the empty cod plate in front of her, stood up, brought the whole plate of spaghetti in front of Sherlock, and poured it onto her own plate.

The noodles were still rolled on the fork, Sherlock who suddenly couldn't find the plate: "..."

He lowered his eyes: "I don't understand what exam needs to be studied so hard."

Ludwig ate the noodles with one hand and flipped through the book with the other:

"I don't understand either, if you didn't apply for Cambridge... Wait, jump out of the infinitesimal concept, and the first and last ratio and limit, and quote the mathematician of the series method..."

She took out her mobile phone and was just about to look it up in the encyclopedia when Sherlock said calmly:

"It's Lagrange."

Ludwig paused while checking the information:

"... When did you learn logic?"

Sherlock's tone was casual:

"When you're extremely bored."

Ludwig stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly turned the book to the first few pages:

"Infinite difference means the disappearance of both ends of the ratio as a quantity, so what remains?"

Sherlock didn't even have time to think:

"The ratio of the quantities at both ends."

Ludwig picked up a book again and turned to the page he had circled:

"If the second Native man is telling the truth, then only one Native man is a politician. The second Native man is telling the truth, therefore, only one Native man is a politician... What kind of argument is that?"

"Definitely premise."

Sherlock replied without thinking, then he frowned:

"Oh, have the French graduation exams regressed to such a staid state?"

Ludwig suddenly stood up and walked towards his room:

"No, the exam is not rigid, it's just that I'm used to studying with the rigid method of reciting."

Sherlock stared at her back...

He must make her rip that pencil out of her hair.

The tone is still lazy:

"This would explain why your memory and comprehension are above average, but your creativity is still lacking..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ludwig staggering out of the room with a stack of books that could drown her own.

Sherlock: "..."

Ludwig put the book on the dining table:

"I was so stupid two days ago. A mobile encyclopedia was beside me. I didn't know how to use it... Sir, do you know anything about mathematics?"

"Have."

Sherlock gracefully slits the tail of a shrimp with a table knife:

"But it's very limited, and it's one of those subjects that I would consider useless."

"...Your 'very limited', what kind of limited method is it?"

"I haven't calculated it specifically, so I can't give you an answer."

"On this point, Old John can answer you, little madam."

Old John poked his head out from the bar. At this moment, he had processed all the candies into Sherlock's standard style, and the weight was accurate to two decimal places.

He said respectfully but kindly:

"I remember that when the little master was nine years old, he did a cute prank on a math test paper that his brother gave him—it was a postgraduate entrance test paper for the School of Mathematics at Oxford University."

Ludwig: "..."

Sherlock processed the shrimp tail into a perfect triangle, forked a piece of dipping sauce, and said casually:

"Really? It seems that their level is not very good."

Ludwig: "..."

How did she manage to stay under the same roof with Sherlock for so long without her IQ being crushed to death?

But in the end, I was saved, and many professional questions could not be answered on the Internet.

Ludwig pulled the stool over to Mr. Holmes, without a bookmark, but turned to the exact page she didn't know:

"I can't solve this problem. Is there a transformation missing? Do I need to add a vector to it?"

Her head was bent under his chin, and as long as he lowered his head slightly, the profile of his face could touch her heart.

...Of course he would not make such an unreserved move.

He just raised his hand slightly when she was concentrating on the topic, and gently... pulled the pencil from her hair.

...The combination method without aesthetic feeling is too annoying.

Her long black hair broke free from its shackles and fell loose, sliding across his fingers, drawing a black arc under the warm yellow light.

He reached out to support it in time, and slowly put her long hair behind her, on the snow-white shirt... while she was still asking algebra questions, unaware.

"You don't need to add vectors, your mistake is that you did row and column transformation at the same time..."

Sherlock stuffed the pencil into his trouser pocket, without any fluctuation in his tone:

"You can only choose one, otherwise it will change its nature."

"So that's how it is..."

……

The meal made by Old John was barely touched, but judging from the current situation, it was difficult for his little master and little lady to finish the meal properly.

……

three hours later.

The British dishes on the table are still steaming hot. Of course, Mr. Great Britain’s almighty butler has a way to keep the dishes anytime, anywhere as if they were just put on the table.

So far, he has repaired all the "non-standard" places in Baker Street. Although the meal has been repeated many times, Old John has no intention of interrupting the conversation between the two.

... When was the last time the little master showed such patience?

Oh, that was 20 years ago.

For a full ten months, the little master was nestled in the old lady's small womb with such great patience, waiting to give birth.

……

Old John re-wiped the already spotless apartment - including the mistress's room, of course, although he was a little surprised that the mistress and mistress slept separately.

But the Holmes family is full of eccentricities, isn't it?

And the other side of the apartment.

The teacher-student play between Mr. Holmes and Miss Ludwig is still in progress.

Ludwig rested his chin in one hand, held the pen in the other, and the pen tip scratched across the black lead:

"Where are the ascending fiber projection regions of noradrenergic neurons?"

Sherlock took her pen-holding hand and drew several circles on the neurological diagram of her book:

"Here, the hippocampus and the amygdala at the end of it...and here, the cerebral cortex and the whole limbic system."

Ludwig saw the smallest circle drawn inside:

"Thank you for the wiki... The amygdala controls the body's emotional response to new and strange things. What role does the coeruleus coeruleus play here?"

She read the page quickly.

But she waited for a while, and Sherlock behind her didn't answer any questions as he had done for the whole three hours, and answered quickly.

She raised her head slightly - her current posture with Sherlock made it possible for her to see Sherlock's face as soon as she looked up.

Sherlock was looking down at her.

His eyes are unpredictable.

Ludwig sat up straight unconsciously:

"What's wrong with you sir? The coeruleus is the most stressful part of the central nervous system. I thought they were related... Am I wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with the blue spot...the problem is, you just called me wiki."

Sherlock looked down at him with a calm tone:

"Wiki is obviously a nickname for a man, and you subconsciously called his name when you asked me a question, which shows that you were very close, he is very knowledgeable, you are used to him answering your questions, and it is very likely that you are talking to me We are now in similar conditions..."

He said lightly:

"You have a certain dependence on him. This can't be a relationship that can be achieved within a few days. If you don't deal with people in your school, then you know them when you travel, and the country you travel the longest is Spain, the pronunciation of wiki also conforms to the characteristics of Spanish names..."

"..."

Ludwig covered his forehead:

"Wait...you wait, sir..."

But Sherlock didn't "wait", but continued to say quickly in an unwavering tone:

"Is he a man you know in Spain? A bar? A beach vacation? A travel companion? A one-night stand? Oh... Vichy, don't show this expression, it's just a normal reasoning, you don't have to be so nervous."

...Who is so nervous?

Ludwig opened his mouth:

"No, sir, I didn't—"

"Oh, you don't have to rush to deny it."

Sherlock interrupted her and gave her a friendly smile, he was a standard magnanimous boyfriend:

"Everyone has a past. I can understand that. During the long journey, people will always indulge in indulgence, indulge in desire, and put themselves under the embarrassing control of hormones..."

He tapped his fingers on the body of the pen, emphatically repeating "I can understand":

"I can understand... I don't mind that you've had a lot of one-night stands with all kinds of men, women, or men and women you met on your travels..."

Ludwig: "..."

She can still accept men... But why are there women?and men and women?

"We're just talking about the facts. Obviously, Mr. Wiki has brought you not only physical effects, but also cultural and spiritual aspects. This is extremely dangerous. Let's talk about him and see what he has done. , so that you can still keep in mind during the intense review process..."

He said something later, but Ludwig couldn't notice it anymore.

She lay on the table, buried her head in her arms, and was so tired that she didn't want to say a word.

In fact, most of Sherlock's reasoning about the wiki is correct.

She relies heavily on wiki, wiki is very knowledgeable, there is almost nothing in the world that wiki does not know, wiki is indeed a nickname, the full name is wikipedia.

But how should she tell Sherlock... This is just her casual joke, wikipedia is not a man at all.

wikipedia - Wikipedia.