[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock came out of the dark underground research institute, the hem of the windbreaker followed his firm steps, lifted, fell, lifted, and was about to fall——

"Hey, can you walk slowly? If you show off your long legs to me in this way again, I will..."

Ludwig was out of breath—and grabbed Sherlock's coat hem.

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and his eyes were unpredictable:

"How about you?"

"I……"

Just as Ludwig opened his mouth, Sherlock lowered his head slightly, with a finger on his lips:

"Let me see what other ways you haven't threatened me - milk? Oh, that's corny, Vichy. Gay pictures? No, you can't threaten me now that I have Your photo."

Sherlock shook the phone at her.

Yes, he took a nasty candid photo of her, and her gay-poster threats have since been useless.

In Ludwig's eyes, his face without emotion clearly said: "Oh, you can't do anything to me".

—No way?

Ludwig let go of the corner of his clothes, straightened up, looked around, and suddenly tiptoed the ground under his toes.

"Sir, what is this?"

Sherlock stared at her warily:

"If you don't even know the road drain."

Ludwig suddenly understood and said:

"Oh... so it's the drain."

She squatted down, and suddenly quickly put her hand over the drain—then, she let go.

Something like a card fell into the grate of the drain with lightning speed.

"..."

Sherlock stared blankly at the drain:

"...I didn't see you take anything from your wallet, when did you take out my ID card?"

"While you were concentrating on 'Leonora', I just wanted to see what your ID photo looks like... It's so boring, your ID photo isn't ugly."

Ludwig straightened up regretfully, and patted Sherlock on the shoulder with a smile:

"It's okay, it's okay, isn't it just a new ID card? The Commonwealth government can get it done in minutes."

Sherlock: "..."

She took two steps forward, then suddenly turned around and flicked her pants pocket carelessly:

"By the way, when you start walking, remember to control the starting speed and don't walk too fast-you still have your passport in your wallet."

"..."

A taxi happened to pass by the side of the road, and the unlucky taxi driver stopped in front of Sherlock's outstretched arms, not knowing what fate he was about to face.

The two got into the car.

Driver: "Where are you going, sir and madam?"

Ludwig: "Am I so old? Please give me a wink, Mr. Driver. You call Ma'am again, and I will puncture your car tire when I get out of the car."

driver:"……"

Sherlock closes the car door:

"He just called out the facts he observed honestly, you don't have to be so irritable."

Ludwig: "I'm cranky when I'm sleepy, and I haven't had my period yet."

"...Your menstrual period has been as long as eight days and seventeen hours."

Sherlock said quietly:

"If it's not over yet, it can only mean that you should go to the hospital."

Ludwig: "..."

Driver: "...so where the hell are we going?"

Sherlock: "If it's not troublesome, please run along the Seine River at ten o'clock, and then turn around at six o'clock, thank you."

driver:"……"

"Oh, also, my modal particles are just to follow the cumbersome etiquette of ordinary earthlings, you don't have to care."

He paused, and added:

"Actually, if you find it troublesome, please go this way."

driver:"……"

Who will tell him what alien planet these two people came from!

"At this stop, we got the key from Leonora."

Ludwig looked out the window and said:

"But I still don't know, how did you find this one among so many names related to Beethoven?"

Sherlock watched her put the key back into her trousers pocket:

"Because real musicians don't have the leisure time and hobbies to write letters to their idols in such a chaotic shop, and the people who write these letters are mostly tourists who don't understand music."

"It is."

Ludwig nodded, looking thoughtful:

"For real musicians, like me, I would write a ditty to Beethoven to express my love - after all, musicians should be paid respects to musicians."

"..."

Sherlock glanced at Ludwig:

"It's been so disrespectful that I didn't realize I was sitting next to a musician for so long."

Ludwig had no pressure: "You have bad eyesight, I know that."

Sherlock: "..."

The car drove quickly past rows of ancient domed buildings on the banks of the Seine.The French love lilacs, and since the time of Napoleon, they have planted patches of lilacs by the river.

Lilacs are in bloom in May.

And so purple and white lilacs, like a purple mist shrouded in light, stretched all along the Seine.

……

In the car, Sherlock continued:

"And these people who have no or rough knowledge of music, their understanding of Beethoven is mostly limited to the well-known masterpieces such as "Symphony of Destiny" or "Pastoral Symphony". Few of them have heard his not-so-famous opera "Philippines". Del Rio."

"So they don't even know."

Ludwig leaned against the car window, tilting his head to watch the lilacs pass by:

"Fidelio, originally called Leonora."

Sherlock looked at her: "Generally so."

"But...I mean but."

Ludwig turned his head:

"What if this is indeed just a letter left by someone who knows Beethoven well? How do you rule out this possibility?"

"Deductive reasoning is not everything, Vichy."

Sherlock smiled vaguely in the dim compartment:

"There will always be some mistakes I can't avoid - so I can only collect as many clues as possible and choose the most likely direction to think about."

...Is that so?

Sherlock makes mistakes too?

She'd never seen Sherlock do anything wrong - except when it came to her.

But he couldn't be blamed for this. What happened to her was beyond the scope of all existing theories in this world, and beyond the framework of reason—even she herself was just insisting on a belief.

……

Ludwig took out an old and quaint brass key from his pocket.

The head of the key is a small bird.

Even if she has no research on Egyptian history, she knows that this is the pattern of colorful birds that appear repeatedly in Egyptian murals.

The brass-colored bird perched on the pharaoh's scepter and looked down on the Nile with its cold ruby ​​​​eyes, year after year, as the tide rose.

Suddenly Sherlock said:

"This is the key we took out of the box?"

Ludwig said strangely:

"Of course, when I took it out, didn't you see...is there something wrong?"

Sherlock took the key from her.

He only glanced at it, held the key in front of Ludwig, and said firmly:

"The key has been exchanged—it's a copy, and your father's key has been taken."

Ludwig took back the key and looked at it carefully for a while:

"I don't see anything wrong."

"Oh, Vichy, this is copper."

Sherlock's classic "it's obvious" tone:

"This key is obviously old, because the humidity and carbon dioxide concentration in the basement is much greater than that on the ground. If it is really the key of your father's "Mortimer's Box" ten years ago, there is no reason why it should be now. The 'patina' hasn't grown yet."

copper oxide, water, and carbon dioxide.

Basic conditions for the synthesis of basic copper carbonate in natural environment.

Ludwig frowned:

"So father's code has been cracked by Atum or the old woman upstairs? But there is no reason, the locket has always been under the corner of the cabinet, and the corner of the cabinet is facing the corner of the wall, and it has never been cracked. Discover."

"The first code needs a locket to be cracked, and the second code does not need a locket."

Sherlock said quickly:

"Because the first code is hidden in the shop signboard, your father only needs to remember the order of the shop signs on that street to make the code."

Ludwig raised his head:

"But this one, my father needs to deposit the key in that box, so he has to show up..."

"Yes."

Sherlock's eyes are in the darkness, as if flowing with real water:

"I dare say that they have been monitoring your father's every move since ten years ago."

……

"That's a consolation—at least I'm not the only one being watched."

Ludwig was silent for a while, then turned to look out the window:

"But fortunately, my father's jewelry box hidden deep in the maze should require both a key and a password to open it. They only have the key..."

"No, Vichy, it's 'So they only have the key.'"

Sherlock's eyes are stern, which makes him look more like a marble statue:

"Now they have both the key and the combination."

"..."

Ludwig suddenly remembered that when she found Cattelan, she said to Sherlock a few meters away——

"Sir, is this password 1251442132?"

In France, she was watched all the time, day and night, whenever she went out.

She knows that.

But when Sherlock was around, she forgot.

It was her who announced the password openly.

……

Ludwig rubbed his face:

"Sorry...it was my negligence."

"It's not your negligence, it's unavoidable."

Sherlock looked at her pale face - ever since the cafe owner's accident, her face hadn't recovered.

"If we want to find the password, we must go to Hugo Avenue...and as long as we walk to Hugo Avenue, you don't need to call out, as long as your eyes stay on a signboard for two seconds, Atum will able to find the password."

"I confirmed once again that the brains of the two of you are indeed different from mine-fortunately, it is you and not me that Atum loves deeply."

Ludwig has a kind of emotion for the rest of his life:

"Otherwise, what kind of situation will I be crushed by his love?"

Sherlock: "...love?"

Ludwig shrugged:

"Don't pay attention to these details... so, how do we find the 'ferryman' or 'river' next?"

Does the river refer to the Seine?There is only such a famous river in France, or it may be that there are really no rivers that are famous.

"Next step?"

Sherlock raised the corner of his lips:

"I already have a clue about the next step - the river the ferryman ferried, I thought it was the Seine."

Ludwig frowned: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not... Oh, Vichy, this is your father."

"But this is too straightforward, it doesn't fit my father's style of writing questions, right?"

Ludwig said enthusiastically:

"To be honest, I've always wondered how the doctoral students he led before survived. Didn't they really get killed by him?"

"...Obviously they were not killed, otherwise they wouldn't have concocted fake papers and embezzled scientific research funds."

Sherlock looked up out the window.

Not far away, the inconspicuous black cross stands under the dark blue sky.

"The river doesn't mean the river - it means Westminster Abbey."