[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

"Locket?"

Sherlock shook his head:

"Oh, Vichy, the eyeliner on the street in front of you is not much better than that on Baker Street. There are at least two groups of people staring at you. It is simply impossible for you to hide something as big as a locket."

Ludwig noticed a word:

"Two groups of people? Didn't you say that it was the old lady who sneaked into my apartment?"

"I just said that it was the old lady who infiltrated this time. Obviously, Yatum's organization has been watching you for many years... This can explain why you have always felt that you have been followed since you were a child."

Sherlock sat up straight and looked her in the eyes:

"How long have you been followed? Five years? Six years? Eight years? Ten years?"

Ludwig immediately turned his back to him, but it was too late, at the same moment she turned around, Sherlock's affirmative voice came:

"You've been stalked for ten years... oh, a little longer than I thought."

…It is actually quite a terrifying experience that the closest person can see through you anytime and anywhere.

It's like suddenly a basin of cold water pours down your head, and you are wearing clothes as if you are not wearing them.

But Ludwig didn't say it, she just stood by the spotless white sink, and unconsciously put the freshly cleaned dishes back in for cleaning:

"Well, sorry I lied when you first asked me, I have been stalked for ten years."

... Her tone was too calm.

She knew it all, from ten years ago.

On the other hand, she lives alone, weak, and has no one to turn to for help. The extremely insecure environment will greatly increase the incidence of persecution paranoia and autism, and increase her dependence on her family.

Especially in the absence of parents, she will beautify and elevate the image of her parents, and even try to find the image of her parents in other people, especially her partner.

The original image of her father is rooted in her mind and becomes her animus.

Be her source of... salvation.

From then on, wherever her eyes stayed, every man she kissed carried the shadow of her father.

—Integrating the theories of the two pioneers of psychoanalysis, Freud and Jung, the results he arrived at did not seem very good to him.

Now that I think about it, he and Professor Ludwig do have similarities in appearance and temperament—especially in their incomparable focus on academic research, and she also jokingly called him "" Father Holmes".

……

This problem is a bit serious.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes invisibly, and decided to record this important discovery on his hard drive memo, and talk about it later:

"Did your father send you any other presents besides the locket after he went to Egypt?"

Ludwig didn't hesitate for half a second: "No."

——No wonder she never asked him for a gift.

This can also explain why she reacted coldly after receiving the earrings he personally made for her, even though she was very happy-because his actions broke the "father's image" she had imposed on him.

……

Well, Sherlock, put the "father" question aside.

It's case solving time.

……

Sherlock sat on the sofa with a slender figure and calm eyes.

He folds his hands together, fingertips under his chin—a sign he's finally serious:

"Leaving the case aside for a moment, let's talk about your attachment style to your father - there is data that single-parent or orphaned children grow up to be more likely to choose older spouses than children from able-bodied families because they are more interested in" The subconscious craving of "father" or "mother."

He sat up straight and stared closely at Ludwig's side face:

"You're not much better off than an orphan, and in that case, is it possible that you're in love with your father... I mean, is it possible that you have an Electra complex?"

Miss Ludwig didn't react immediately: "..."

Miss Ludwig blinked: "..."

Miss Ludwig finally came to her senses: "...huh?"

Who will tell her what the hell Mr. Holmes is talking about!

Why did the topic suddenly jump from the Egyptian crypto-terrorist group to such a serious issue?

Drama Lord!The writing style is messed up!This is not a father-daughter novel!

Ludwig covered his forehead, rubbing the foam on his forehead:

"This question is too ridiculous to be worth discussing, sir... This is no longer within the scope of the normal world. Please continue to solve the case."

Sherlock was surprisingly insistent:

"No, let's put the case aside... This is a very serious issue. If you have long-term admiration for your father, it will greatly affect your future relationship..."

...she had a crush on van Ludwig?

She and Professor Ludwig haven't even met each other, okay?What is this, an impossible love that transcends the laws of time and space?

"I don't care, at all."

——Because this is fucking bullshit, okay?

"Please take your job seriously and please come back to the case, thank you."

"Oh, you can't be so casual about your own subconscious."

Sherlock frowned:

"According to Freud's theory..."

"According to Freud, sir."

Ludwig interrupted him, turning his head with the foam on his head:

"According to Freud's theory, the first cup you are holding in your hand is obviously a symbol of female genitalia, because it is sunken, and you are not drinking, but you have not put the cup down, which shows that you subconsciously have a relationship with your mother. A strong attachment complex, commonly known as the Oedipus complex..."

She raised her chin and looked at Sherlock with a half-smile:

"My dear Oedipus the Reign, if you try to explain everything with Freud, you fall into a pit—have you always loved your mother?"

Sherlock: "...when did you see Freud?"

"When I lived at your house, I was tired of studying and flipped through a few books. I want to know why you believe in psychoanalysis."

Ludwig put away his smile:

"But I only have one word for Floyd - bullshit."

"That means you've just flipped over roughly—oh, wipe the foam off your head, you look like a Santa Claus now."

Sherlock was noncommittal about her evaluation:

"Then let's break away from Freud and talk about you and your father..."

"Don't talk."

Ludwig had no discussion:

"Crack your case."

"The case is not important, we are just here to do some simple analysis."

Looking at her side face, Sherlock said smoothly and without pause:

"You don't have to worry about the result affecting our relationship. Although it's obviously a bit subtle, if you love me because you find your father's character traits in me..."

His words were once again stuck in the middle.

This time Ludwig threw a fork over, his tone full of warning:

"Break, your case."

"..."

Sherlock caught the dangerous fork, pursed his lips and was silent for a while.

"Okay... all right."

He clasped the fork in both hands under his chin, and stared straight ahead without moving.

It made him look like a big cat that committed suicide with a fork.

"Obviously you're dodging the question, that's a very questionable attitude ... but we can always find time to talk about it, even if it's not now."

Ludwig didn't care.

... Let her find time to talk to him about her love for her father?No, she will never have time.

……

"Then the question goes back to the locket... The target of the locket is too big, which is unreasonable. You see, I am stationed in France specially, and I don't hesitate to spend many years tracking down an underage little girl, and the scope is only one An apartment less than [-] square meters..."

He said blankly:

"Even if you hid the locket in the bricks, it should have been discovered. There's no reason why they haven't found anything after all these years."

Ludwig said lightly:

"That's not necessarily the case. The place where I put the locket is not easy to find."

"I don't intend to hit you... Before Atum took control of the organization, your self-confidence was reasonable."

Sherlock is noncommittal:

"But now? Vichy, with all due respect, no matter how many encryption methods you use, direct current detonation or internal dissolution, it is impossible to deceive Yatum..."

"No, I'm not so high-end and foreign."

Ludwig said calmly:

"I just used it as a foot of the cabinet."

Sherlock: "..."

What is the strictest protective measure in the world?

Just when everyone thought you were going to carefully protect and develop initiatives, you mixed Queen Margaret's ruby ​​with cheap sand.

Ludwig was of course unintentional.

She swears on the IQ of Mr. Holmes, she is definitely not trying to take revenge on the real Ludwig.

……

Sherlock held the locket that had been worn out and buried under the cabinet for eight years, and finally saw the light of day, with a subtle look in his eyes:

"It's very common, I can't find any mechanism, at least on the surface, there is no password."

...his girlfriend not only used the locket as a liner for the cabinet, but also permanently glued it to the foot of the cabinet.

No wonder even Atum couldn't find it, who would do this to his father's relic?Electra complex, Freud's psychoanalysis is definitely a pit.

He added:

"Of course, even if there is a code on the box, it is almost destroyed by you."

Ludwig looked at the clock on the wall:

"Don't worry, you don't need to make excuses, even if you can't crack it in the end, I won't laugh at you...Why hasn't Mr. Butler come back?"

Sherlock said casually:

"Because he's not good at going to the supermarket to do the grocery shopping ... it's said that the last time he went to the supermarket was when he was 15 and dealt with an explosion caused by my grandfather instead of eggs."

"..."

He fiddled with the locket in his hand, unable to hear any emotion:

"Of course I can crack it, it just takes time."

"So today I'm ahead of you."

Sherlock looked up and saw his girlfriend looking at him triumphantly:

"Because you don't have enough brains, do you need me to give you a friendly reminder?"

"..."

He said blankly:

"What do you want to say?"

Ludwig propped his forehead with one hand, reluctantly said:

"Since you asked the question sincerely, I will tell you mercifully..."

Sherlock continued to lower his head expressionlessly:

"Then you don't need to say it."

"...You are too cruel, sir, this may be the only chance in my life."

Ludwig pouted, and walked to Sherlock:

"Did you notice the pattern on the locket? In the middle is a dancing egyptian girl, dancing, danser, and lotus flower, surrounded by several small patterns, cup, tasse, two children, moon, mois , fish, bed, and lit are connected together to form temple—because there are two children, so e has two.”

Sherlock didn't speak, but hooked the corners of his mouth:

"continue."

"Combine the whole or part of all the words, it is a French-ple, under the temple, it must mean that he hid things under a certain temple in Egypt."

Ludwig ran to Sherlock and squatted down, holding his face, his eyes sparkling:

"How about it, isn't it amazing? Is it classic? ... Hey, what do you mean by laughing?"