[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig put the key in the lock, not showing any surprise at the news.

Sherlock pressed his hand on her hand that opened the door, and said lightly:

"This lady is meticulous and professional. I investigated the moving history of the residents on your entire floor within three generations, and analyzed the behavior patterns of all of them before I found her... Is this your reaction?"

... The old lady upstairs has always been on her list of suspects, which is no surprise.

No, it's not just her, the teacher at the school, the classmates who greet you in the corridor, the uncle who sells ice cream on the street, the waiter in the coffee shop... Of course, including the neighbors you meet on the stairs.

She was not suspicious of the lady.

She doubts everyone.

Because as soon as she walked out of her apartment, the feeling of being watched was like a cold snake wrapped around her hands and feet, fear and shadows in the dark, like a shadow.

……

Ludwig couldn't turn the key, so he had to give up:

"You're awesome, you're smart, you're a genius...and if you won't let me open the door, get ready to cuddle with me at the door until dark."

"... Your compliments are less and less lacking in originality and sincerity."

Sherlock didn't let go of her hand, but frowned:

"You have used these three adjectives last Wednesday at 38pm, Thursday at [-]am, and last night at [-]:[-]pm."

Ludwig almost went crazy:

"...Who forced it? Let go, I don't want to block the door!"

Why is it difficult for her baby teeth to open her own door? This is unscientific!

Sherlock pursed his lips:

"You can change your mind before you open the door. We can choose a nice French restaurant for lunch, or go straight back to England for lunch...Old John is obviously not used to supermarkets, otherwise he wouldn't be back now."

Ludwig sighed:

"Sir, if you don't let go, I will think that you are anxious... Are you afraid of entering other people's homes?"

"It's not that I'm afraid of going into other people's homes, it's that they're afraid of me."

Sherlock said quickly:

"Because once you open the door in front of me, it means that you have exposed all your privacy and secrets to my eyes-this is an extremely risky move that can arouse your subconscious defenses. "

And the psychological defense...

Her attitude towards him has been too much psychological defense from the beginning to the end-not just against her, but her subconscious habit.

Defenses are hard to break once enabled, and he doesn't want more.

……

Sherlock pursed his lips:

"So you still have a chance to go back on your word now. No one has ever invited me to their house as a guest. You don't have to be the first one."

Ludwig was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled:

"I think you made a mistake."

--Lonely.

Genius is indeed a lonely existence.

She winked at Sherlock:

"You think you are here as a guest? Don't be naive, as my boyfriend, you are here to help me fix the light bulb."

Sherlock: "...sorry, repairing a light bulb is too basic and beyond my competence."

"..."

Ludwig ignored him and continued:

"And as your co-living roommate and girlfriend, I'm already fully transparent in front of you, and I don't care to be more transparent."

——What's more, he's already gone in, hasn't he?

Is the privacy that has been repeatedly exposed still considered privacy?

……

With a "click", she turned the door lock:

"And I appreciate you—for not revealing all my secrets to your face."

"gratitude?"

Sherlock watched her open the door without blinking:

"I don't like that word...why grateful?"

The black door was opened, and everything in the apartment was clearly displayed in front of them.

Very simple layout, white curtains, white tablecloths, white sofa... It can be seen that his little girlfriend didn't bother to take care of it at all, because white is not her style, she is not so simple and low-key.

See what Baker Street has become.

Mrs. Hudson will be crying when she comes back.

……

Ludwig didn't change his shoes, he just stepped in:

"Have you ever seen the tabloids? Most men read Playboy not The Times. They like headlines. They like twisted facts to get people's attention. They pay attention to the fact that celebrities have nothing to hide. privacy."

The apartment was clean, and the electrical appliances were not even turned off. It didn't look like no one had lived in it for nearly half a year.

As usual, Ludwig went to the refrigerator and took three bottles of mineral water that had not expired:

"People don't speak, not because they are good at keeping quiet, but because they don't know anything. Whenever they know something about their parents, they will unconsciously add fuel and spread it... They call this 'gossip'."

Sherlock walked to the living room bookshelf, which he was already familiar with.

Ludwig walked up to him and handed him the water:

"And you know it all, but say only a very small part of it... This is your talent and virtue, they are just fear and envy, sir."

Sherlock was still staring at the history books as thick as bricks on the bookshelf.

He paused for a while before opening his mouth and saying:

"I'm glad you've come to that realization, to be honest, it's a bit of a surprise to me...although your attempts to comfort me with this obvious fact are unnecessary."

He spoke quickly:

"I don't care what the goldfish think of me, their cortex is as big as a pigeon's."

——his eyes were so focused that he seemed to have taken great interest in the binding on the spine of the book.

The tsundere way of Sherlock Holmes is, as always, unremarkable.

It's like a cat facing a fish, but it just wants to prove that it eats vegetables... Isn't it boring?

Ludwig followed his gaze and looked over:

"Then pretend I haven't said anything, but if you don't mind, sir, can you get the water first before studying The Rise and Fall of Byzantium? My hands are sore."

Sherlock: "..."

He took the water and sat on the pure white sofa:

"Someone came into your apartment not long ago, after you last left France."

...Of course someone came in, didn't he himself?

But Ludwig just said lightly:

"Of course someone came in. The cleaning company comes to take care of it every two days. Otherwise, why do you think this place is so clean?"

One of the things she hated the most in the world was cleaning the house, and if it wasn't for Sherlock's dislike for outsiders to touch his things, she would hire a cleaner even if she was hungry.

Of course, most of the time, she would ask Le Shiwei to help her supervise.

Sherlock picked up a handwritten booklet from the low table and flipped through it:

"The cleaning company won't open your locked bookcase without taking away any precious items."

Ludwig was cleaning the mold for making ice cream, and he paused when he heard this.

She walked to the place where Sherlock was standing in front of the bookshelf, and looked at the "Rise and Fall of Byzantium" carefully.

Books as thick as black bricks stood on the bookshelves, and there was nothing wrong with them.

She also memorized the order in which the books were arranged, and there was nothing wrong with that.

The bookshelf hadn't been cleaned for months, and there was a barely visible layer of dust on it.

……Ash?

No, it's not ash.

……

Sherlock glanced at her:

"See it?"

"I see."

Ludwig stood in front of the bookshelf, silently:

"My apartment has an old-fashioned decoration. When the windows are closed, most of the dust in the air comes from the walls, so it is white, but the gray on the bookshelves on this floor is brown."

Someone had moved her book not long ago, and inevitably left marks on the ashes, lest she suspect that she had spilled a new layer.

As for why it can be determined "not long ago", it is very simple. If it was moved a month or more ago, there is no need to make the illusion of dust, because new dust will cover the traces.

And another information derived from this point is that the intruder is very familiar with her, at least he knows the time of her exam, because he is sure that she will return to France in May.

……

Sherlock looked at the booklet in his hand—this was his little girlfriend's list of travel plans for the next ten years, listed two years ago.

He said lightly:

"Congratulations on shortening your reflex arc by a gratifying foot, but IMHO, if you want to be more professional, you should see that the dust in your apartment itself is fine-grained dust, and the dust on this shelf is obviously coarse-grained , judging the composition from the color, the former has a high calcium oxide content..."

"Sir, I don't study chemistry."

Ludwig interrupted him expressionlessly:

"If you continue to embarrass me with chemical composition... I will embarrass you with planetary and celestial motion."

"I invited you to study chemistry with me, but you declined."

Sherlock pursed his lips:

"This is a great loss... If I were your tutor, you wouldn't have to worry about the final exam, and our lives would be much easier."

——At least she doesn't have to eat takeaway food for three days before her exam.

Ludwig said exactly what he was thinking:

"Don't worry about the final exam... Then you can lead me on the saddle and accompany you to solve the case without any scruples, right? Don't think about it, it's not dark yet."

Sherlock: "..."

Ludwig was standing by the sink, and like Baker Street, he could only see her in profile.

"The people who sneaked into my apartment were Atum and the others?"

"No, it's your stalker—leaving a trail on the ashes is such a stupid little mistake, Atum won't make it."

"But what is she here for? I don't have any valuables in my apartment."

"She didn't come here to look for valuables, but for something else."

Sherlock means something:

"Besides, just because she followed you doesn't mean she must have evil intentions towards you... I have experienced a robber who donated all the money he got from the robbery to orphans. He is the kindest person I have ever met, but he is only keen on robbery That's all."

"..."

Ludwig stared at the plate in his hand—the snow was made of porcelain on the plate, and a branch of red plum protruded obliquely from the snow.

This is a set of Japanese tableware that Le Shiwei gave her on her birthday.

"But it's still very strange... If that old woman not only followed me, but also sneaked into my apartment, shouldn't she stay away from me? Why would she take the initiative to talk to me?"

——Naturally because seeing him standing next to her, I couldn't help it.

Sherlock flipped through her plan book and answered the question:

"Are you planning to go to Georgia and Azerbaijan from the Alps this November? Oh, Vichy, the Alps have been covered with heavy snow in November. With your weak physical condition, you can only freeze to death in the mountains."

"I'm not weak, Mr.... I intended to stop by to see the snow scene in the Alps."

"Snow scene?"

Sherlock is noncommittal:

"That doesn't make a difference in the outcome... at most it's freezing to death in the mountains after you've seen the snow."

Ludwig: "..."

"Are you sure you're really writing travel plans in your head? Check this out - 'Winter Swimming in Oymyakon' - Vichy, Oymyakon is in Eastern Siberia, only 350km from the Arctic Circle , subpolar continental climate."

Sherlock frowned tightly, with an incredible expression:

"Are you sure you want to go swimming in the winter where the lowest temperature is more than minus 70 degrees?"

It's a miracle that his little girlfriend survived so much travel unharmed to this day.

Just by following this plan, she could die many times.

Ludwig: "...I'm just thinking about it in my head, don't mind."

Sherlock imitated her tone and drew out the tone:

"Don't think about it, it's not dark yet."

Ludwig: "..."

"And this one, ice skating in Reykjavik in July is impossible, although Reykjavik's latitude is high, but affected by the ocean, the temperature in July is ten degrees, you can really swim ..."

Ludwig interrupted his spout of criticism:

"Have you been to all these places?"

"Of course, it's obvious."

On the contrary, Sherlock was surprised by her question:

"My notebooks contain accents, soils, and soot from all over the world...I can't get accurate data without going to these places myself."

…you can’t be friends with winners in life because you’re being crushed every moment.

"There is a pen on the short table. If you really can't restrain the desire to complain, please write it on the side of the book. I will pay attention to it when I travel."

...with Sherlock's subwoofer, it crushes the double, it's too cruel.

"I don't think writing it down is going to help much, it's not enough to save your life."

Sherlock put the booklet aside casually, and said with some reluctance:

"I will personally accompany you through these places."

"..."

Ludwig silently held the plate in his hand.

... Sherlock wants to travel with her?

Imagine Sherlock standing at the ticket window of a small country station, with goats running beside him, saying to the conductor in the Caucasus Mountains who doesn't even speak English:

“请给我一张从北纬64°，西经21°58’到北纬62°，东经18°11’的火车票。”

——Sorry, the picture is too beautiful for her to imagine.

Sherlock added quickly:

"Of course, you don't have to show a grateful expression. I just don't want to hear you complaining that I didn't take you out on a trip one day ten years later... This drama is too stupid."

——Who the hell showed a grateful expression?

"Sir, let's change the subject. We will talk about November."

Ludwig put the plates aside neatly and waited for Old John to buy the ingredients:

"You said just now that she has other plans... What is she planning?"

Sherlock was clearly displeased with the sudden change of subject, but said:

"It's about your father... After your father went to Egypt, did he ever go back to England?"

"No."

This information was obtained from her father's paleontology student.

"Then did he ask someone to bring you anything?"

Sherlock looked at her profile:

"Anything is fine, books, snacks, dolls, birthday gifts... as long as it is from him, can you remember?"

A gift from Professor Ludwig to her?

Ludwig frowned, the water was rushing and spinning into the sewer.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide.

She remembered what Professor Ludwig had given her.

The one and only gift from my father, and at the same time too creepy and eerie to feel like a gift at all.

—That, the locket containing the Pharaoh's hair.