[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

What should one say when one meets a ghost?

For these creatures from another world, from people's oral traditions and ancient myths, to these our dead relatives, there should always be some greetings.

Like, hello, have you eaten, the weather is nice, or...are you hungry?

Let alone the last one.

But this kind of stupid thing has indeed been done, and Le Shiwei is one of them.

In an ancient Greek haunted house in France, he once said a sentence in English that broke through the lower limit to a French headless female ghost who jumped out suddenly, trying to pretend to be an Englishman to discredit the Holy Great Britain, but in the end he humiliated the Chinese.

What he said was:

"What'?...Damn it! Don't come here!"

……

I have said so many times, when other countries are ashamed, don't speak Chinese.

Compared with Le Shiwei's deeds, Ludwig feels that her life is already funny enough, and there is no need to self-destruct.

She went up to the side of the square along the small crimson streets, along which were planted rows of Caucasus fir trees, which shed their leaves in spring and summer, and the small round leaves, half red and half green, fell to the ground, Small green leaves have grown on the branches.

The apartment she lives in is hidden behind the clumps of green branches, and is located in a duplex building with the appearance of a castle.

The duplex building is quite old, and it still has old-fashioned walls.

There is also a hall downstairs, surrounded by huge Roman columns, depicting statues of dull-looking gods.

Lisa, played by Sophie Marceau in "The Phantom of the Louvre", was once in this hall, pushing her bicycle out alone.

The screenwriter called the heroine Lisa with a deep meaning. Before reading the introduction of this movie, Ludwig had already guessed that either the heroine was called Lisa or the hero was called Monra—and Leonardo Dale - There is a reason for the lisa of Mona Lisa in Finch's works.

Both women share the same name with the Egyptian goddess Isis.

Isis, god of female fertility.

Sherlock called her the god in charge of female vitality, which is also true. In religious interpretation, "vitality" and "fecundity" are almost equivalent concepts.

This kind of ancient building has a very high foundation, and you have to climb seven steps to get to the door of the complex building. In addition, there is a semi-underground parking lot. Although she lives on the first floor, she is concerned about the overall terrain. As far as the Louvre Square is concerned, she is no different from living on the third floor.

Instead of going back to her apartment, she walked towards the corner of the garage first.

If she remembered the plot of "The Phantom of the Louvre" correctly, at the beginning of the plot, her building should have been connected to the Louvre.

There is an underground shopping mall not far away, and there is an underground garage here. The underground is already full of holes.

In the movie, the construction team accidentally knocked down the wall, connected the apartment and the basement of the Louvre, and brought the Egyptian royal family, who had been dead for thousands of years, a chance to return to the world.

--Construction team?

This area was originally not part of the scope of construction, because until the repair project of the Louvre Square began, there was no authorized renovation agreement handed over to these residents. Where did the construction team come from?

She caused it.

That was when An He had an accident. She wanted to buy a house to raise money, so she called the security guard downstairs, but she heard the security guard say——

"Sell a house? I advise you not to bother. Our area is the planning area of ​​the Louvre Square, which has been included in the scope of demolition... Strange to say, there was no such statement before, and it was suddenly issued at noon today. document."

……

At that time, she had already ruled out the possibility of Sherlock doing this, because the timing was not right.

Apart from Sherlock, the only person she can doubt, and the only person who has such supernatural powers, is Atum.

Whether he wanted her to doubt Ann or whether he wanted her to lure Sherlock to Egypt... whatever his reasons, he did it anyway.

This frightened her more than the haunting of the Louvre itself.

Ludwig stood in front of the half-person-high doorway. The collapsed stones had not been taken away, and they were scattered on the ground. In the doorway, huge construction pipes and unmoved equipment could be vaguely seen.

The road that has been dug, from underground to surface, from dark places to darker places.

—From the dead to the living.

How ridiculous it is that the French smashed their own wall at the behest of an Englishman, connecting two places that should not be connected.

The two branches that shouldn't overlap are intricately intertwined.

The wall in "The Phantom of the Louvre" and "Sherlock Holmes" has been broken through.

Like this wall in front of her.

……

"The Phantom of the Louvre" did not have a happy ending. The characters in it became insane one after another, talked nonsense, and finally died as a mummified corpse.

In reality, no one has died yet.But someone always dies.

If someone who should not be here appears...if his name is Sherlock Holmes.

So, who will die in the end?

The cold wind poured in from the entrance of the cave, and the dark corridor had no end in sight.

Ludwig didn't look at the broken stones again, turned around and walked quickly...and almost ran at the end.

She ran to the door of Le Shiwei before stopping, supported the wall to take a breath, then lifted the carpet, and found the one of her own from among the keys all over the place.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to knock on the dark door in front of her. After all, Le Shiwei is the only person in the world who knows the plot of "The Phantom of the Louvre" besides her. It is good to sort out the details together. She can't guarantee anything I remember everything clearly.

She was about to knock down, but suddenly stopped.

Le Shiwei has the habit of putting shoes by the door and stairs.

But there was nothing on the stairs except for an empty shadow of moonlight.

he is not at home.Where did he go so late?

This is the second time, the last time she came back from the French graduation exam, she didn't see Le Shiwei's shoes either.

She wrote him several letters, but those letters were like a sea of ​​mud cows, without any news.

She quietly called him a lot, and after each call, she quietly deleted the call log.

But he didn't answer letters or calls. The days when the two of them were lying on the sofa eating potato chips and watching horror movies together seemed to be gone forever.

Because his person and his traces disappeared as if they had evaporated from the world.

--disappear?

No, this is ridiculous.

There will be traces when you are alive, and there will be corpses when you die. How can a living person disappear out of thin air?

Ludwig turned around and stood in the dark corridor for a while, with the cold moonlight shining on her, she silently opened the lock of her apartment.

The apartment was spotless as always, presumably just cleaned today.

She threw the coffee she stole from Mortimer's shop on the sofa, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it, took a sip, and then fell down on the carpet in front of the sofa, the mineral water gurgling It flowed all over the place.

……How to do?

Large oil paintings hang on the walls.She could recognize herself in "The Phantom of the Louvre", mostly because of the dark black landscape that appeared many times in the movie.

After sitting on the ground for nearly a minute, Ludwig finally stood up.She had to find a way to hold Sherlock back, otherwise Sherlock would be suspicious if she never showed up.

……How to do?

She walked to the refrigerator. The contents of the refrigerator were simple, mineral water, canned fish, Japanese sake, iced rum, French low-alcohol red wine, and mead.

……Mead?mineral water?

Ludwig took these two items out of the refrigerator and weighed them in his hands... If she could come back alive, and if Sherlock didn't plan to break up with her angrily, this was her last measure of self-preservation.

It's all up to you, okay?

Ludwig took the stolen coffee again and walked out onto her little pure white balcony.

There is a potted plant on the balcony, with dark green leaves and red flowers.

The Louvre Square is so close to her home.

The lights are dimmed everywhere. France in the early morning is not a brightly lit city. She restrained herself and became silent. She hid the history in the darkness and remained silent.

The huge square was empty.

660 The large pyramid composed of six pieces of glass is like a huge crystal inlaid in the center of the square, reflecting the soft and dim light.

And next to the pyramid stands Sherlock Holmes—this is an existence that is more dazzling than the crystal pyramid. People will feel sorry for the collapse of the glass pyramid, but they will not be sad.

But when Sherlock Holmes collapsed, the citizens of London took to the streets holding banners and weeping bitterly.

The wind blew away the layers of clouds.

The moon, which had just been hidden, now showed its face again.

Ludwig reached for the mineral water he had set aside.

But the moment she picked up the mineral water and raised her eyes, the water bottle fell from her hand, hit the ground, rolled around, and stopped moving.

Ludwig opened his eyes wide.

Her balcony is facing the corridor of the exhibition hall of the Oriental Pavilion of the Louvre, facing the countless windows with round arches like tombstones.

But at this moment, in the glass of one of the windows, by moonlight, Ludwig clearly saw a black face with two hole-like eyes.

--mummy.

No, not right.

That's not the face, that's the mask, and as long as you don't see the face, you can't be sure of anything.

An ownerless ghost wandering in the Louvre, unable to find its way back.

It was wearing a black black iron mask and a long black long suit, looking at her coldly through a piece of glass, a long street, and the sparse branches of Caucasus fir trees.

……

Sherlock puts her things on the right and his own on the left.Helen said to Prince Paris, even if the world sees you as left, I see you as right.

Now, on her left is the dead man who haunted her for ten years, and on her right is Sherlock Holmes.

With his hands in his coat pockets, he was slender and casual.

The long moonlight intertwined with the underground lights.

And he stood in the center of the light, under the huge moon, raised his head slightly, and looked towards her.

……

She was screaming and she knew it.

But she didn't make any sound.

She cannot make a sound.

Since the square, her Wikipedia has seen her.

……

She couldn't insist on atheism, there was a person hiding behind that mask, there were no ghosts in the world...she didn't dare to say that.

If there is no ghost in the world, then what is she?

She could feel her chest, and at one point a great panic erupted, and she kept running, but the desire to run had never been stronger.

——The Louvre Square is so close to her home.

So close, that she could escape all this, escape conspiracy, death, and blood, if only she waved to Sherlock.

She could hide in Sherlock's arms, wait for him to finish all these troublesome things, after all the storms were over, and stick her head out like an ostrich.

——"This doesn't have to be your business alone."

This is what he had said to her, just a few minutes ago.

He gave her a chance to choose, although this opportunity was not within her consideration from the beginning to the end.

Why should she drag a person from the living world into the quagmire of her death, take risks for her, and die for her?

This is her business alone.

Sherlock saves Scotland Yard, which Scotland Yard says it deserves.

Sherlock saves the world, and the world says it deserves it.

But she doesn't.

A water bottle fell to the ground in the distance, and in the empty and silent space, there was a slight, almost indistinguishable sound.

Sherlock just looked up.

Then he saw his little girlfriend standing on the white balcony and waving at him.

He said that as long as she waved, he would pick her up—is she scared?

Sherlock frowned, and just took two steps forward, when she saw her waving at him again, making a movement of rushing back.

Sherlock: "..."

This action is so rude.

Like those peasant women in gray dresses chasing ducks in the south of England.

He saw her bend down, as if picking up something from the ground, and then shook it towards him with a smile.From such a long distance, Sherlock could only vaguely distinguish that it was a bottle of water.

...Is this asking if you want to bring him water?

No, don't bother.

Sherlock watched her movements and shook his head silently.

She paused at his refusal, then bent down again, picked up the coffee beans she had stolen from the ground, and held them up in the air.

...was asking him if he wanted some coffee?

Sherlock pursed his lips.

It seemed that his little girlfriend was thirsty herself.

Well, for the sake of her being sleepy and still accompanying her all the way, Sherlock decided to be reasonable.He nodded slightly in Ludwig's direction.

So he had to wait for her to finish making the coffee.

If Mycroft knew that he was willing to wait 15 minutes longer in the windy Louvre square in the early morning because a woman wanted coffee... he would definitely use him as an excuse to drop a mountain of official duties to him. he.

So he saw his little girlfriend gleefully drop the coffee beans, squat down again, and...raise another bottle?

The wide white sleeves, like wilted butterfly wings, slid down to her elbows with her movements, revealing a white arm.

The clear moonlight shone on her body, so that arm also shone slightly under this light.

Sherlock stood there quietly, and it took him a while to realize that he should reply the message now.

He couldn't see the words on the package, but that didn't stop him from looking at his memory of her refrigerator and identifying the amber liquid.

—This is mead.

Drinking at the Louvre Square at four or five in the morning?

Oh, is his little girlfriend trying to throw a square party?This is too ridiculous to be condoned, or she'll be throwing a reception in their bedroom next time.

This time, Sherlock shook his head firmly.

So she put down everything, stood on the balcony, and gave him a vague smile.

There was a slight wind in the night, and her wide Japanese-style sleeves were lifted. The delicate flower pattern on them looked like a small cluster of cherry blossoms blooming in the dark night from a distance.

The curtains are white, the doors and windows are white, her sleeves are white, and her face is also pale.

Only her hair, hanging down to her waist like splashed ink, swayed in the breeze with her movements, and occasionally lifted a strand, catching the red iris beside her.

Long hair falling on white clothes.How familiar is this scene.

She likes to sleep with her back to him, and she doesn't seem used to having another person on the bed.

So every morning in Holmes' Second Manor, the first thing he saw when he woke up was her long hair.

It's silky, tangled, and if you don't look closely, it's like black silk.

Fill his pillow, fill his sight...until he can see nothing else.

……

Ludwig stood far away on the balcony, her hands were now empty, she felt that both sleeves were filled with wind, and even the moon was cold.

The early morning wind brushed her cheeks, like a farewell.

She gave Sherlock a final smile, and walked back into the house, not caring if he saw it or not.

She doesn't want much, 5 minutes.

There were many forks in that tunnel, she had seen the movie, she knew how to go.

But Sherlock didn't know.

So just hold Sherlock for five minutes...just five minutes and she'll disappear from his sight, and he won't be able to find her for a while.

Or never find her.

2 minute later.

Sherlock leaned against the pyramid, the cold moonlight enveloped his marble statue-like facial features, and cast a long shadow behind him.

He frowned suddenly.

His little girlfriend just asked him about three drinks, water, coffee, and mead.

This unexpected way of asking and the bad virtue of drinking and drinking regardless of the occasion are indeed in line with her usual habit of doing whatever she wants, and there is nothing strange or abnormal about it.

Strange were the three things she showed him.

……water.

……coffee.

……Mead?