[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

This sentence was vague, but Ludwig understood it.

The duel of wisdom needs to stand at the same height to be exciting. Since Sherlock Holmes has the entire British government behind him, he must have an equal force to play.

It seems that they have really known each other for a long time.

True love is always cultivated by time.

……

When they were not talking, they could hear the gurgling of water coming from the other side of the wall.

That's the Seine.

She walked a long way to this secret room, which seemed to be close to the Seine.

……

Ludwig raised his head and scanned the empty dome.

In the center of the dome is the huge dome, big enough to accommodate a carriage, and on the dome is an image of Napoleon riding a horse beside the Egyptian pyramid, wearing Napoleon's classic three-cornered hat-here should have been a picture of God's first time. Touching the mural of Adam's finger, here it is replaced by Napoleon himself.

It seems that this is also a man who wants to become a god.

Affected by Mycroft's habit of installing cameras all the time, when she looked at a portrait, the first thing she looked at was the eyes of the portrait.

--Eye?

Napoleon's eyes are brown here.

And actually, what color were Napoleon's eyes?

"Actually, I'm curious about one more thing."

Ludwig stared at the roof, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth:

"The only one you want to deal with is Sherlock. You should kill me now and go out to find him. Why are you still entangled with me here?"

"Oh, it seems that the camera was discovered by you."

Atum covers her eyes:

"Don't look up, don't let him see your eyes... This video is the last memorial you left for Sherlock, and your eyes are too attractive to him. Look at him without blinking, and the pain he's going through is all the more painful."

Ludwig was covered by him, and suddenly sank in the darkness.

But she smiled:

"No wonder you always want me to cry. It turns out that you have to cry to die... What a bad idea."

"When Sherlock personally appeared in the underground casino for you, I knew you were Sherlock's most important person... As long as I can hold you, it is equivalent to holding Sherlock."

Atum smiled softly:

"The self-destruction of the body is so boring, this video is my gift to him... Let him watch you cry, break down, and finally lie in my arms and die, beautiful eyes closed forever, blood To drain, to lose breath...how wonderful."

"But I still don't understand."

Ludwig didn't struggle at all, obediently said under Atum's restraint:

"How do you know I'm coming alone? If Sherlock comes with me, your plan will fail."

"No, I didn't know you would come alone... To be honest, I'm a little surprised, women are always more used to hiding behind men."

Atum frowned, then expanded:

"It would be even better if Sherlock came. I prepared a golden cage for him, so that he can sit in the cage and watch the live version."

Ludwig: "..."

I'm also surprised that you are so wicked.

She asked this question not without purpose, at least she confirmed two things——

Atum didn't know about "The Phantom of the Louvre", otherwise he wouldn't know why she came alone.

She'd always wondered what the chains on the coffin were for—and now she knew that there was a cage hidden in the dome.

Because it is open on all sides, only the mushroom cover can hide things.

A black and white photo appeared in front of her eyes... It was Sherlock's gift to him in the Louvre Square, her birth photo, and the only family photo.

A father with messy hair and a quiet and beautiful mother.

They hugged Ludwig as a baby and wept with joy at her birth.

……

"Crying bitterly, having a nervous breakdown?"

Ludwig reached out and removed Atum's hand covering her eyes.

Her dark eyes opened, and her long lashes fluttered slightly—there was no panic in them.

"What can I do? You tried so hard to tell me a story about an orphan whose father hated his mother, but I was unmoved, let alone broke down and cried... How are you going to make me cry next? "

"Yes, what should I do?"

He said with a smile:

"I didn't intend to do this, some things are too cruel for little girls to hear, but..."

Atum put his fingertips in the corners of her eyes.

It was so close to her eyeball that it was only a millimeter away from piercing it into her eye.

Ludwig was stiff and motionless, afraid that if he moved, the finger would slide into her eyes from the corner of her eyes.

After all, the image of him scooping out the black eyeball with a fork is still vivid.

……

"...but I miss your tears."

His tone is like emotion, with the echo of the aria in the play:

"When you burn Erishi, the body of your imaginary ex-boyfriend, they slide down your cheeks like pearls... why be stubborn? You are the most beautiful when you are crying, so fragile that it completely arouses men desire."

Yatum said regretfully, and his fingertips followed the traces of tears that did not exist on her face, and gently slid to her chin:

"I dare to use all the bombs here to bet that when Sherlock faced your tears, there must have been a strong impulse from the deepest part of his body, clamoring to press you under him and take it for himself."

Ludwig: "..."

strong urge?deep in the body?Pressure. Under the body?make it their own?

... still clamoring?

Are you sure it's about Sherlock, not the evil emperor or something?

Atum smiled slightly:

"Don't show such an expression. When it comes to connecting hearts, no one understands him better than me. I am the same person as him, but it's a pity that he was stumbled by you."

Ludwig was silent, as if sarcastic.

Yatum didn't mind either, he patted her on the head:

"But that's okay, if you don't cry now, you will soon."

She still didn't speak, and the thoughts that were interrupted by Atum came back again, and stopped on Atum's "ex-boyfriend in your imagination".

This sentence is exactly the same as what Sherlock once said.

Then the problem is coming.

The fact that she might be imbued with memory was closely guarded, and with Mycroft and Sherlock around, it was impossible for Atum to take advantage of any loopholes.

If the truth is as she always insisted, why would Yatum know that An He is her "imaginary ex-boyfriend"?

Under this layer of analysis, the most likely answer is——

"Oh, of course it's because Erich is mine. He told me everything, even the fact that you thought you were from China... Otherwise, how would I know so much under Sherlock's tight control?"

Yatum approached her and smiled happily:

"This is the last truth I'm going to tell you... Your beloved ex-boyfriend cheated on you, he's mine."

Today's Yatum has changed a young and soft face, looking like a 20-year-old boy.

The look is also similar.

His expression now is innocent and innocent:

"I created a little memory for you, and you believed it was true. I gave a man who fit your imagination, and you couldn't wait to pounce on it, and turned to suspect the current boyfriend who gave everything for you without any evidence. ..."

He suddenly pinched Ludwig's wrist and pushed her back hard.

Ludwig's upper body fell on her father's coffin, and her long black hair was scattered:

"This is you - dirty and stupid human beings, who use stubbornness and stupidity to trip up a smart man again and again, and turn a criminal genius into a dog of Scotland Yard."

She had been hit once before, and now Atum pinned her to the bumps of the wires, compressing the nerves in her spine.

Ludwig couldn't help but bend down in pain, but couldn't.

She has a gun behind her, but she can't take it out.

Her long hair was scattered over her face, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

"I just used a small trick to break your trust...I'm sorry, Sherlock stopped you from seeing Erich for the last time, not out of jealousy, but to save you—although He was really jealous."

Atum smiled, leaning over her face with his hands on her sides:

"Originally my plan couldn't be implemented so smoothly, but jealousy made Sherlock lose his judgment—he had already found out that something was wrong with Shakespeare's organ trafficking, but he chose to ignore it, because he wanted too much to get your ex-lover from you. Erased from my mind."

He raised one hand and slowly pushed aside the long hair covering her face:

"Eresh was a capable follower, and I deeply regret that I had to let him go before God called him."

—Go ahead of God's call?

What does it mean?

Ludwig, who was still calm before, slowly grasped the wooden coffin behind him after hearing this sentence.

The cold metal of the lid was grinding the bones in her wrists.

Blood oozing from the skin, she didn't realize it, just said softly:

"What did you do to him?"

"A little injection of medicine accelerated his death... He was loyal to Amon-Ra, and he was willing to dedicate himself to our great cause."

He said nonchalantly:

"But even without me, he will die, sooner or later."

Medicine injection.

Ludwig remembered that the moment she stepped into the ward, the cold sunshine fell on him, like a veil.

And the young doctor in a white coat was pulling out the needle from An He's pale arm.

……

It turned out that he didn't just die on a cold hospital bed in a foreign country.

It turned out that he died due to a conspiracy that had nothing to do with him... It turned out that because of her, he couldn't even die peacefully and calmly.

It turned out that he died of murder.

……

Anhe, Anhe.

……

"Look, you're going to cry."

Atum smiled happily, brushing his fingers over the corners of her reddened eyes.

"Parents are always no match for lovers, and new lovers are always no match for old ones. This kind of thing is not worth blaming... It's just that you said that when Sherlock saw the last video you left him, you were actually crying for another man, What would you think?"

Ludwig lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were motionless, as if they were still.

"My Juliet, do you hate me now? I said you'd make me cry, and I said we were natural enemies... I never make a mistake."

Atum waited for a moment, smiling, but she remained silent.

He frowned:

"Why do not you speak?"

Ludwig stared blankly at Napoleon riding a horse on the dome, and his long black hair fell loosely on the coffin of her father Professor Ludwig.

She lay there quietly.

After a long time, he said coldly:

"Yatum, you're messing with me."