[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

The biggest advantage of Europe is that each country is very small. For the same distance, the people of Qinghai just drove from Datong County to Qilian County, without even leaving the province. Europeans can already proudly say that I have traveled all over the world.

——This is absolutely cheating.

A small country does not understand the pain of a vast territory, just like the day does not understand the darkness of night.

Two hours later, Ludwig was wearing a thin kimono-style tangled flower jacket, with long bare legs kicking black motorcycle boots, and Sherlock was walking out of the gate of Saint-Lachale train station in France.

At the train station at one o'clock in the morning, there was no one there.

Mr. Holmes, who was dressed in a white shirt and black suit and a black coat, from hair to leather shoes with a sense of abstinence, glanced at his girlfriend and said coldly:

"You're wearing too short."

Ms. Ludwig, who has always pursued the intertwining of tradition and modernity and perfectly embodies the French bold style in dressing, let out a "hehe":

"You're wearing too thick."

Sherlock: "..."

Well, the question was well-documented and he couldn't refute it.

They got into a taxi and the driver said in a non-standard Cockney accent mixed with French:

", where are we going?"

——?lady?

The driver is blind.

The first two words are French, which is convenient for passengers to choose their own language - this is also the benefit of a small country in Europe. Even if French and English are not in the same language family, many words are still in common, so even taxi drivers can easily master the three. foreign language.

But unfortunately, the driver met Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't express any objection to the sentence "", just said in a light tone: "nolosé."

This is Spanish.

Ludwig: "..."

driver:"……"

You are so childish, Mr. Holmes.

Both Spanish and French are Latin languages, but obviously, Mr. Driver is not sensitive to Spanish, at least he didn't react right away.

Ludwig was rolling the vegetable salad he just bought at the gate of the train station into slices of buttered bread. Seeing that Sherlock didn't mean to explain at all, he could only say to the driver:

"Sorry, he said he didn't know... what?"

She suddenly turned around:

"You do not know?"

Sherlock rightly said:

"That's the password that Professor Ludwig left for you. Obviously, this involves some memories and experiences that only you father and daughter have in common..."

He looked at Ludwig:

"And I don't know anything about it - you never talk to me about yourself, I even need to sneak into your house to find out about your past."

……

In fact, this is not all.

Aside from keeping her mouth shut about her past, his girlfriend apparently had no interest in his family or personal history.

He took her home, and Sherlock Holmes had his laboratory, study and collection room in the Second Manor, but she never asked.

She adhered to the principle of not asking, not visiting, and not being curious. Even the information about his parents was only answered when he "inadvertently" brought it up.

——The social avoidant personality caused by separation anxiety disorder, the troubles are highlighted at this time.

……

"What do two adults talk about in the past? It's too naive, let's put this question aside."

Ludwig wrapped the bread in a paper bag, a little grumpy from his lack of energy:

"You lied to me, sir, you told me that you have figured it out, if you know that you have no idea..."

"...you wouldn't come to France with me in the middle of the night."

Sherlock said quietly:

"That's why I did this... I tried to discuss clues with you many times, but you rejected them without exception. If you hadn't insisted on slowing down, I wouldn't have made such a move."

...So, it's still her fault?

Sherlock thought for a while, and added:

"Besides, you also said that you don't need me, you only need Hypnos."

Ludwig: "..."

Very good, she just finished the exam when the troublemaker came.

The driver interrupted them and said in French: "Madam, are you going or not?"

"Go, of course, why don't you go, you go around the Seine River twice, two times is not enough to go around three times, wait for this gentleman to figure out the result."

driver:"……"

It's 02:30 in the morning, and these two are going for a... ride in the Seine?

Ludwig roughly stuffed the rolled vegetable sandwich into Sherlock's hands:

"Also, I'm not madam, I'm miss."

Sherlock: "The title doesn't matter...why give me a sandwich?"

"Because I was pulled out by you as soon as I changed my clothes, and I didn't have time to get my phone and wallet... And after careful calculation, you haven't eaten for nearly two days."

He never ate much for breakfast, hadn't eaten all day today, hadn't eaten dinner yesterday, and had barely eaten at noon yesterday because of her hot sauce and mustard prank.

...Perhaps what he should worry about ten years later is not her complaints, but stomach cancer.

Ludwig said calmly:

"To sum up, if you starve to death on the main road in France, I have to steal the dead person's wallet to take a taxi home...too embarrassing."

"..." Sherlock took a bite and frowned: "I don't like this brand of French salad, you know it, but you forgot."

Ludwig: "..."

She looked up at the top of the taxi, wondering why she could still talk to Sherlock calmly:

"Sorry, my fault."

...She was wrong in that she shouldn't have come out with Sherlock in the middle of the night!

Sherlock reluctantly took another bite of the sandwich:

"Glad that you're finally aware of your growing neglect and indifference to me of late, even though you've spent enough time flying around the world five times."

Ludwig: "..."

Why did she break up without breaking up?Do you still have a chance now?

……

In the silent night, the engine roared, and the car drove forward quickly.

There are lights on both sides, which are bright, but the front is covered in shadows, like a huge, dark cave.

"I don't remember my father or what he was like...I don't even remember what he looked like."

Ludwig looked at the night view of the Seine outside the window:

"I'm afraid I can't give you a clue."

"To judge a person's character is not just relying on memory, the style of his clothes, the style of his cufflinks, the food he likes, and the books he usually reads... The external performance is an integral part of personality."

Sherlock doesn't seem to care about this question:

"Your parents' books are still on the bookshelf in your apartment, and your father's ashtray is still on the low table, which means that you have hardly touched your parents' belongings... All you need to do is provide me with these materials .”

Ludwig paused: "Deductive reasoning?"

"Yes, deductive reasoning."

The lights on the banks of the Seine were brilliant, and the wind blowing from the river poured into the car windows, lifting his long black hair.

"I can give you a head start."

She looked out the window at night, and Sherlock looked at her profile.

"Your father knows five languages, French, English, Chinese, Hebrew, and hieroglyphs, because there are photocopies of hieroglyphic manuscripts on the bookshelf, and books in the original Chinese language. He is proficient in history and religion, and has knowledge of mathematics and cryptography. dabbling—of course, he obviously studies those two subjects as history, because he inserts books of this kind among the history books."

Ludwig rested his chin, neither speaking nor surprised.

—Hey, he's Sherlock Holmes, of course he's not just going to her house for a meal.

Sherlock continued:

"Beyond that, he's rebellious and maverick - his library includes nearly every religion in the world except God, the god that's at the top of the list right now. He loves sweets and you still have his candy box , in a low drawer. As a professor, he likes no serious decorations, as can be seen from his watch."

……surface?

"The one you put on the shelf, Japanese brand, cheap, colorful, with cat ears, quite childish..."

Ludwig interrupted him:

"Sorry, that's Chisato Tsumori's watch from Japan. It's not childish at all. Please call it personality."

She raised her head and saw Sherlock's gaze was reflected on the window glass, overlapping with the river lights outside the window.

Cold, complicated... She couldn't understand it.

She lowered her eyes.

"Okay, personality... I tentatively understand that he has a special preference for cats."

Sherlock said reluctantly, apparently not agreeing with Professor Ludwig's aesthetics:

"This is not all about your father. You feel it more deeply than I do. Think about everything around you, Vichy... and then think about the three landmarks to hell in the Grimm's fairy tales."

Ludwig frowned:

"You mean the fountain, the apple, the river... or the ferryman on the river?"

"It depends on the little secret between you and your father—what your father liked, and what you liked when you were a child."

Sherlock took out his mobile phone from his pocket and smiled slightly at Ludwig:

"Vichy, this is a riddle your father left for you at the age of nine. If you can't solve it after doubling your age, you can go directly to Scotland Yard to be Lestrade's assistant."

Ludwig: "..."

Is there something that Ludwig likes, and Ludwig's father also likes it?

"literature."

Ludwig suddenly said:

"Ludwig and her father...sorry, my father and I both like literature."

Sherlock frowned:

"But there are no purely literary books on the shelves."

"Because I sold it."

Ludwig touched her chin with her hand—this action always reminded her of Detective Conan.

Well, I beg Conan-kun for some inspiration.

"When I was eight years old, Uncle Mikala forgot to send me money for a long time. At that time, I was in a hurry to pay the tuition fees, so I sold all the literature books that could be sold-I originally wanted to put professional books together. Sell ​​it, but the professional book market is not big.”

Her tone was very light, and she did not mention that she had developed a strong self-loathing when selling books.

People in their family are addicted to books. People can lie on the ground, but books are not.

As a scholar, she actually sold her books to make a living—she would be drowned by the spittle of her friends.

Sherlock looked at her, but didn't answer.

Even without deductive reasoning, he knew that selling books was not so easy for her... It seemed that his little girlfriend's childhood was much more difficult than he imagined.

"My father bought two sets of those books. One is a collector's edition for him to read, and the other is an illustrated edition for Luther...to me."

Because every illustrated book has traces of being flipped through, she can be sure that the real Ludwig also likes literature.

——It's the same as her.

Ludwig was lost in thought and didn't notice Sherlock's eyes:

"I remember that among the books I sold at the time, Balzac had eighteen, Hicks two, Colm two, Roche three, Styron three, a bunch of memoirs... and Vic Multi-Hugo essays on poetry and fiction add up to about..."

She looked up:

"230 eight books... Hugo alone, there are 230 eight books."

230 eight volumes, from the collections of Professor Ludwig's various publishing houses in various years.

This is no ordinary love.

But what does Hugo have to do with the password left by the professor?

Without being sure of that, there's no way to be sure that Hugo is the right lead.

Sherlock immediately started searching for "Victor Hugo" on his phone.

"I know that you are four-fifths illiterate in terms of literature, but don't forget that you still have me by your side."

Ludwig didn't even look at Sherlock.

The characters in Hugo's novels passed quickly in her mind.

Quasimodo, Frollo, Vinplaine, Langtner, Cosette, Fantine... Fantine?

Ludwig suddenly took Sherlock's hand:

"I found it, the character in Hugo's "Les Miserables", Cosette's mother Fantine..."

Sherlock stopped typing fast fingers:

"It just so happens that I found it too."

He raised his mobile phone, and under the faint blue light, an extremely common French word appeared - "".

, Fantine.

,fountain.

This is homonym.

And the place where Paris can relate to Hugo is...

Ludwig patted the driver in front of the seat:

"Go to Hugo Avenue at once."

The driver smiled kindly: "Miss, the Seine River has not completed one circle... You agreed to make at least two circles."

... Was this blackmailed?

Hey, the only consulting detective in the world, you have been blackmailed, do you want to deal with it?

But Ludwig obviously didn't intend to take such troublesome measures, so she just dared to say quickly before the consulting detective opened her mouth:

"Let this gentleman give you the money for two laps... No, I want several laps for several laps."

Sherlock: "..."