[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Even though when the mummy taught her how to use the revolver, she already knew that this man was not an enemy and had no malicious intentions, but at this moment she was shocked by the real identity of this person.

The mummy in the Louvre lived upstairs from her... old woman?

The old lady took off her cumbersome black floor-length gown, revealing the tight shorts underneath.From the face, she is more than 70 years old, but her figure is still well maintained, and her waist is even slender.

"I dressed up as a mummy to divert the attention of those stupid security guards in the Louvre. If you inherited your father's intelligence, you should have discovered that there are three entrances to this secret room, one of which is under the Louvre parking lot."

No, she didn't notice it at all.

Ludwig silently kept up with her brisk pace—this lady didn't seem to have the shambling old look of last time.

"Dia is too timid, so once the haunted rumors spread, he can only stop the construction plan of the Louvre underground shopping mall."

Ludwig frowned: "Dia? Madame..."

"Dia is the current curator of the Louvre, and used to be a postman for your grandfather for a while."

The old woman stopped and turned around.

She looked deeply at Ludwig, opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but changed her mind the moment she spoke:

"You don't have to call me madam, you should call me...you should call me Mrs. Ludwig."

Madame Ludwig?

Ludwig followed, and his motorcycle boots stepped on the stone-paved ground, making a sound like a horseshoe.

Both sides of the tunnel are also carved with exquisite patterns, but it is no longer Napoleon's memorabilia, but various flowers.

Daisies, roses, herbs, and... hydrangeas?

Why did this Japanese favorite flower appear in Napoleon's secret room?

"Mrs. Ludwig, did you make the lever device on the dome?"

"You are exactly the same as your father in this regard. Three out of ten sentences are probing...Of course I did it. Although my doctorate is in history, I am best at physics, just like your father's most Good at cryptography."

Mrs. Ludwig turned around and stared at the wall, stroking it inch by inch with her fingers, and suddenly said:

"The password Camilla left for you, what's the last one?"

The password Uncle Camilla left for her?

Ludwig frowned: "Isn't that the password that Professor Ludwig left for me?"

Mrs. Ludwig's stroking fingers stopped.

Professor Ludwig?

She was silent for a long time, then said softly:

"That's Papa, Vichy."

Ludwig didn't say anything, just quietly waiting for her answer.

Mrs. Ludwig didn't bother with this question any more:

"Your father would never give you such a dangerous thing. He only made the first half of the code, all the way to the glass pyramid. There are words for you on it."

She put her ear against the wall, as if feeling the veins of the wind in the stone.

Viewed from the side, her eyes are extremely beautiful and youthful.

In addition to the wrinkles and gray hair on her face, her eyes are like the purest obsidian in Egypt, hidden under long eyelashes:

"And your good Uncle Camilla added a hint to your father's password, intending to lure you here and give you what your father guarded with his life."

Something to protect with life?

Ludwig said:

"The last password is 'ferryman'."

"Ferryman? Ferryman? Oh, he likes to come up with such homonyms and puns. Ferryman, passsoul, then there is nothing wrong with it. The things are hidden in this area."

pass soul.

Pass by where souls are buried.

— Another pun, "where the souls are buried" refers not only to Westminster Abbey, but also to the place where their own bones are laid.

Mrs. Ludwig knocked on the wall and murmured:

"According to the distance between the Egyptian sacrificial objects and the main tomb, things should be hidden in..."

chapped.

"...Hiding here."

Mrs. Ludwig smiled contentedly, and pulled a small chisel out of her leg as if by magic.

chapped.

"Tell you a secret of living underground. Next time you climb down the sewer, you must remember to bring a chisel..."

Ludwig looked in the direction of the round altar where they came... She seemed to hear something?

"What the hell are you hiding here?"

"That's a big thing. It's related to what Napoleon got when he imitated Alexander and went to Egypt to ask for the oracle."

oracle?

Speaking of the oracle, Yatum gave Sherlock one, which is the oracle obtained by copying Alexander.

"But that's not a prophecy or something, but something with great power, beyond people's existing cognition."

Mrs. Ludwig hooked her lips, stared at the wall for a second, and suddenly raised the chisel and dropped it in a ferocious gesture.

Ludwig: "..."

Why does this picture look familiar?

Suddenly, she saw herself cutting the fish... In Sherlock's eyes, is this how she cooks?

It's really hard for him.

"Do you know the Rosetta Stone?"

"The opportunity for Shang Boliang to decipher hieroglyphs, the Rosetta Stone?"

"That's it. Your father and I completed the missing part of the Rosetta Stone and found a sentence in it that read 'The names of the gods are hidden from men.'"

...the names of the gods?

Why is this combination so familiar?

And listening to the tone of this "Mrs. Ludwig", "I and your father are complete", it seems that she is the only right-hand man of my father's research in Egypt.

So, what about Ludwig's real mother?

Mrs. Ludwig has carved out a small hole in the wall, and they can already see the corner of the box, with traces of ancient and ornate carvings.

"This is what Napoleon got from Egypt, and it is the real treasure guarded by this secret room. Those fakes outside are just a cover-up."

The old Mrs. Ludwig chiseled the wall with the skill and energy of a young man:

"It's a black necklace with fourteen gods engraved on it..."

——Crack.

"and many more."

Ludwig suddenly pressed Mrs. Ludwig's hand:

"Did you hear anything?"

Mrs. Ludwig frowned: "What is that sound?"

The two were silent for a while, and the sound of rubbing stones from 100 meters away became more obvious.

...Crack.

...Crack.

This time both of them heard clearly.

It was the sound of flint and steel rubbing against each other.

Mrs. Ludwig suddenly threw away the chisel in her hand:

"He intends to blow up this secret room! Oh, God, what the Church is looking for is hidden here, how could he blow up the secret room? The door locks on all sides can only be opened from the outside, so he himself will die."

She stood up and murmured:

"Those people in the church must have rebelled."

——The text message that Sherlock received at the Pompidou Center a few minutes ago finally reached them in another way.

Mrs. Ludwig stood up, grabbed Ludwig and ran forward:

"It's a two-story tunnel, unfortunately both floors are buried with liquid bombs... oh, are you hurt? We need to run faster, hope his flint gets wet."

The long hair blocked the blood on the back of the head, and in the dark tunnel, even if the blood flowed on one end, the black and red intertwined could not be distinguished clearly.

"It's not serious."

Ludwig quickened his pace and said clearly:

"We have to run out of the tunnel...do you know where the exit is?"

Liquid bombs are too sensitive, and copper has good thermal conductivity. Even a little spark on the flint can detonate the huge copper pipe buried above their heads.

Heat and flames will sweep through everything, washing away all secrets and life buried here.

Whether guilty or innocent.

...Thousands of calculations, she did not calculate that Atum would really win the war between him and Sherlock by committing suicide in such a tragic way.

The old woman took her hand and looked at her gently and calmly:

"I know there's another place... come with me."

Another drain.

Ludwig stood there, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand to push the iron rail of the drain, but couldn't push it away, groped for a while, and said:

"There's a hidden lock here."

Mrs. Ludwig stood aside:

"I can't pick a lock, can you?"

"I will, but..."

But she has no tools.

what to do?What to do without tools?

——Crack.

From the depths of the tunnel, the sound of flint rubbing against each other was like the urging sound of death.

She didn't know when the flint would be lit.

It may be 1 minute later, or it may be the next second.

Ludwig felt her fingers tremble a little, but she managed to calm herself down.

There must be a way... there must be a way.

and many more.

That Lu Rover classmate she and Sherlock met in the middle of the night gave her a gift... that is, a hairpin.

A slender, hair clip that doubles as a lockpicking tool.

……

Ludwig immediately pulled out the hairpin with rhinestones on one end from his trousers. The hairpin was pointed at the other end. It was originally used to part the hair, but now it came in handy.

Mrs. Ludwig's face looked a little pale in the darkness, she paused, and suddenly said:

"Vichy, do you remember your mother?"

Ludwig was sticking the end of the barrette into the keyhole, and said vaguely:

"I don't remember very clearly."

Mrs. Ludwig was silent for a moment:

"It's not your fault, it's because we can't protect you... We were so focused on keeping the shocking secrets of Napoleon's oracle, the ancient and powerful power, but we forgot that you in France are within their reach ..."

Her calm voice echoed in the darkness.

A bit old, but not like the tone of an old man:

"Your father betrayed the church, and the church made it a sacrifice... We owe you too much, do you blame us?"

——Crack.

The sound of flint friction continued, indicating that Atum hadn't lit the flame yet. Ludwig devoted himself to the great cause of unlocking, and it took a long time before he replied:

"You mean my parents? It's been too long, so it's not strange."

It's not her fault, it's the real Ludwig's fault... She used to think so.

But really?

With a click, the lock unlocked.

The old woman took the hairpin from Ludwig's hand, and Ludwig stepped aside: "The height here is not very high, you step on my back first."

"My arm muscles are atrophied, and I can't support myself standing on your back... You go up first, and then pull me up."

This is also a method.

Ludwig nodded, licked away the smell of blood gushing out of his chest again, grabbed the narrow opening with both hands, and squeezed his own skeleton into it forcefully.

It's not that hard.

It just hurts.

Ludwig was lying on the drain, just about to stretch out his hand, but the old woman suddenly closed the iron fence of the drain the moment she stretched out her hand.

There was another "click".

She dropped the lock neatly with one hand.

"That's too late."

The old woman was standing under the drain, with the hairpin she had just taken from Ludwig thrown at her feet.

She looked at her through the iron fence:

"The sound of lighting has stopped...don't look for it, you don't have any lockpicking tools on you...and don't take stones, it's useless...you listen to me."

Mrs. Ludwig held the railings, her tone was still calm:

"There are always some powers in the world that people can't bear and can't explain. It will bring too much turmoil. It shouldn't appear in this world, so your father and I are willing to use our lives to keep this secret... ..."

Not far away, there was already a rumbling vibration.

It was gas that had already expanded, stirring the hard copper tube.

Fire, lit.

"I know that your father and I owe you a lot. Since you were young, you have done everything by yourself, but no one has ever praised you. I can only watch from afar but cannot tell you the truth, because in the world's perception, I Already dead... Vichy, I can't ask for your forgiveness, you have done enough, good enough... let's stop here."

Ludwig didn't look at her. She hit the keyhole of the ancient drain with a stone, but the keyhole wouldn't lock.

She gritted her teeth, and the smell of blood filled her mouth wave after wave:

"There is still time before bomb. bomb. bomb. Don't talk nonsense...give me the hairpin at your feet."

"After the bomb here explodes, it will burn the fuse of the bomb in the second layer of secret room. You only have 1 minute to run to the left. It leads to the Center Pompidou, which is the third exit..."

Ludwig stared at her dark face:

"I don't need to listen to orders from people who have nothing to do with me...Give me the hairpin at your feet, now, immediately."

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, never give up.

"No, we're not extraneous...we're not extraneous Vichy."

The old woman held her icy fingers through the railing, and finally there was a hint of despair in her tone:

"Do you know why you came back from the dead when you were seven years old?"

……

The sound of rumbling in the distance is already approaching here, and even the ground can faintly feel the vibration of the copper pipe and the stirring of the gas.

Just wait until the inner wall of the copper tube can no longer bear the pressure of the continuous expansion inside——boom.

In the darkness, Mrs. Ludwig's beautiful black eyes suddenly overflowed with tears, like a silver line drawn on the black curtain.

"I can't be a qualified mother, but I have always loved you..."

She raised her face, tears ran down her old cheeks:

"So I give you my time, my years, my life..."

There was a huge explosion. The scorching wave swept through the dark tunnel, and also made Ludwig's wide-open eyes red.

She opened her eyes wide.

She opened her eyes wide, watching the flames devour Mrs. Ludwig's gray hair, and her old but delicate face when she was young.

And devoured her black beautiful eyes.

...the same black eyes as hers.

She opened her eyes wide, watching her slipping in the flames, like a butterfly that lost its strength and became exhausted, her clenched fingers also lost their strength, and were stained with scorched black marks in the sea of ​​flames.

There was a smell of burnt flesh in the air.

Burnt breath?

No, that's not a breath...

She said she was her mother.

100 meters away, Sherlock was standing in the dark tunnel, holding his mobile phone.

There is only one sentence on the phone, which is exactly what Atum gave him in the underground casino, the second half of Alexander's prophecy.

-

"You will gain everything, but you will lose your life."

lost life.

... whose life was lost?

A thunderous explosion exploded under his feet, and even the eardrums echoed rumblingly, as if the thunder was enraged.

It seemed that he had already been told the answer.