[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

——Do you want to count?

Sherlock looked at his tightly held hand with an unfathomable expression.But this time, he kept silent.

From a buyer's market to a seller's market, the relationship between supply and demand has changed, and sellers will naturally have to raise their own value, which she understands.

Anyway, they already had the first time, even if she didn't exchange, they would have the second and third time.

A little bit is a little bit.

So Ludwig put Sherlock's hand next to his face, rubbed it gently, and asked again:

"Do you want to count?"

"..."

This is Sherlock who choked on her slight change from front to back.

And the unanimous voice of the lackeys behind Mycroft is - "Too shameless!"

As for Mycroft, he just stroked his chin, with the same inscrutable look on his face as Sherlock.

Unless he says it out loud, no one knows what the British government is thinking.

……

And the table side at 221b Baker Street.

Sherlock felt the delicate skin slide across the back of his hand.

He turned his head and said coldly:

"If you show complete sincerity, I can reluctantly accept..."

Sincerity?

Ludwig immediately said:

"The next time you tie my hands with your shirt, I will never struggle, fully cooperate and cater."

... If this little wild cat, who is more independent than everything else, will be obediently bound by him as she said, wearing his white, slightly baggy shirt, lying on the dark blue almond sheet, black Long hair made a bed...

And she retracted her paws, completely obeying, obeying, and obeying...

Sherlock didn't hesitate for a second: "Deal."

Using such a simple chemical experiment to win such a big concession from her, Sherlock felt that it was a lot of money.

As for the little wordplay in her sentences...

Of course he can do it.

Ludwig withdrew her hand while smiling, she could finally start the big meal in front of her without any fear, and she didn't have to worry about not having anything to eat tomorrow after eating today.

... As for her promise?

She played a little word game.

Hey, she just said she doesn't struggle when tied...but she didn't say she'd let him tie her, did she?

As for whether "before tying" can struggle...

Did she say it?Did you say it?

……

After the agreement was reached, both of them thought they got what they wanted. One ate breakfast contentedly, and the other watched his girlfriend eat breakfast contentedly.

This story tells us that when you meet someone who is obviously smarter than yourself, don't pretend to be smart.

……

After breakfast, under the insistence of Mr. Holmes, Miss Ludwig dragged her sick body to help him finish the paperwork that he disdained to do, and then she was sent to bed to continue to recuperate.

Regarding this matter, they had the following conversation——

Ludwig: "I'm the patient!"

Sherlock: "It's convenient, please organize the file on the left side of the fireplace."

Ludwig: "You can't do this to me!"

Sherlock: "Please tidy up if it's inconvenient."

Ludwig (chin raised queenly): "I'll run out of coffee tomorrow."

Sherlock (putting away the book lightly): "Reduce the amount of breakfast tomorrow."

"..."

So Queen Ludwig obediently went to sort out the paperwork.

It took a long time for her to realize that she was trading her body for Sherlock's breakfast, but when did she say she would do it tonight?

Don't make up your own mind, hey!

Every day, Miss Ludwig's gimmicks against Mr. Holmes were diminishing by the acceleration formula.

……

And after Ludwig fell asleep, Sherlock finally picked up the phone and sent a text message to his dear brother:

"The remnants of Yatum's party are located in Algeria. sh"

In less than a second, the text message has returned:

"It's important to discuss, open the door. mh"

"Help yourself.sh"

This time, Mycroft's text messages came after a while.

Then the door opened.

Because in Sherlock's mobile phone, there was a text message with two words added quietly——

"We need to discuss the wedding, open the door. mh"

Mycroft sat on the sofa in Baker Street, without coffee, not even a glass of water.

I am afraid that only in Baker Street can the British government receive such slights.

He watched Sherlock quietly open the door of his room, looked at it quietly for a while, then closed the door and walked over.

Mycroft: "Is she asleep?"

Sherlock said flatly: "I thought it could be deduced."

"indeed."

Mycroft nodded:

"And I can also infer that you need to check every 10 minutes to see if she is breathing, and you can't even close your eyes because of fear at night."

"It's 15 minutes."

Sherlock sat down opposite him, and did not deny Mycroft's word "fear":

"And my concern is not limited to whether she is alive, but also whether she is in the room - Baker Street is on the second floor, she can escape easily by tying the quilt and bed sheet together."

"So you calculated the fastest she could do it all, 15 minutes?"

Mycroft poured himself a glass of water, and handed one to Sherlock at the same time:

"I have to say, you're getting a little nervous, Sherlock."

"I don't think so."

"Yesterday, after two hours of fun and love, you designed the latest monitoring device overnight... Even my people can't get close, and she has no chance of running out."

"I also thought it was impossible for her to hide from me under my nose, lie, act, and leave me alone in the empty Louvre... I also thought it was impossible for her to leave me."

Sherlock picked up the water glass, but didn't drink it:

"But she did."

Mycroft pondered for a moment, then took a small film from his trousers pocket.

"This is the film left by Yatum. I didn't want to give it to you, because it clearly shows the detailed process of your little girlfriend's injury. But even I have to admit that your little girlfriend was alone in the Louvre. The adaptability and reasoning ability displayed in the adventure game are much better than when they are with you."

He pushed the film in front of Sherlock:

"She discovered the fact that her father worshiped Catholicism almost at the same time as you, which is impossible in normal times."

Sherlock stared at the coffee cup in his hand, the clear water made tiny ripples.

"I thought you were here to discuss the wedding with me."

"The bride is also an important part of the wedding, Sherlock. I don't think a bride needs to be chained before the wedding, and Baker Street's escape prevention measures are simply the best in the world."

Mycroft put down his glass gracefully:

"Obviously you have also discovered that your girlfriend hides her strength from you. What she usually shows you is only what she wants to show you. Maybe she came to Baker Street from the beginning... and the purpose is to Use you to crack the code left by her father."

He stared at his brother closely:

"After all she's been aware of being followed for ten years, hasn't she? She said she couldn't remember, she said she was from China...but that's all she said. I thought she couldn't be fooled We, but now it seems that we may have underestimated her."

Sherlock was silent for a long time.

The sparkling water in the cup fell on his face, like a floating river flowing over his cheeks.

"I didn't say that."

After a while, he spoke softly:

"Indeed, there are too many mysteries on her body. I still don't know why she suddenly chose to abandon me. It seems that her change of mind is only in a flash... She must know something, but she doesn't want to tell me, and It’s a choice to do it alone.”

His reasoning at this point was perfectly correct, but he couldn't think of the truth—his little girlfriend thought she was in a movie.

She even thought that he was also a character in a book.

No matter how careful Sherlock's mind was and how sharp his observations, he would never have guessed this.

And Ludwig would never tell him.

……

"Sherlock, there's more than just this little thing she's hiding from you... She can't drive a motorcycle, but she successfully crossed the streets and alleys when she drove a motorcycle for the first time. Her bullets accurately penetrated you but didn't Leaving sequelae, this is not something that an untrained person can do, unless she is a genius in equipment."

Mycroft looked at his brother's calm face:

"And there are too few geniuses in the world. Apart from you and me, I haven't been able to find a third one...Yatum counts as three-quarters."

But Sherlock just smiled indifferently:

"so?"

"I'm just giving you a small, kind reminder before you get completely sucked in."

Mycroft put down his glass:

"You also noticed what she was hiding, didn't you? You doubt her origin and his feelings for you, so you are afraid that she will run away again... After all, she has left you once for no reason."

"Mycroft, you didn't experience her death, so you don't understand."

"I didn't experience it? Sherlock, I was there at the time."

Mycroft looked at him:

"You saw her die, and I saw it too. Now my scientific research team is working overtime to study the limit of human death. I have to raise my salary this Christmas."

Sherlock took a sip from his water glass now.

His posture is graceful and impeccable:

"We see all kinds of people die every day, but this is not an experience, Mycroft. Seeing death and experiencing death are two different things."

"That will have to wait until Mrs. Herras is dead."

Mycroft tapped his fingers:

"Honestly, she's the most incredible puzzle I've ever seen in my life, bar none."

……

The most incredible puzzles.

Not only for him, but also the most incredible puzzle he has ever seen in his life.

Something happened to her that he couldn't control and couldn't understand, and he was eager to find out how she came back from the dead, whether there would be sequelae, and...whether she would die again.

She must know something.

But she just kept her lips tightly shut and said nothing.

……

But in front of Mycroft, Sherlock didn't show these emotions, he just picked up his cup and took a sip:

"You are amazed, just as the Paisnians in northern Asia Minor will never know that one day the seas will rise, and birds of steel will fly through the clouds, and we will hear the sound of every cell division."

He paused.

It seems to be convincing Mycroft, and it seems to be convincing myself:

"The miracles we see today are but the science of tomorrow.

……

"For the benefit of science and of all mankind."

Mycroft raised his glass:

"It would be very generous of you to lend her to me for a week."

Sherlock: "..."

Mycroft: "You don't have to look at me like that... well, three days."

Sherlock calmly took out his phone, but Mycroft was calm and did not stop him.

Two seconds later, Sherlock:

"Congratulations, you are now at the top of the most wanted list in Spain."

"...Why Spain? You changed your style."

Sherlock is keen to make himself notorious in Iran, and according to his inertia curve, the next country should be France.

So the greeting he made in Iran was useless.

"Why do you think so?"

Sherlock rightly said:

"Given that I am soon to be married to a French woman, it would be unwise to enter into trouble with France at this time."

"...one?"

"One."

"A woman", not "a woman".

No matter how many things were questionable about her, she shot him twice at the last moment instead of letting him shield her from the flames and gunpowder smoke behind her.

From the moment they were hunted down by the Italian mafia and she locked him in the yard to fight alone, he knew that she had clearly divided responsibilities and never dragged her down.

This is not what he wants.

But also respectable enough.

……

"You are doing something very dangerous, Sherlock."

Mycroft's fingers rested lightly on his chin:

"People close to you are hard to defend against, and the only way to stop them from defecting is to turn them into people you're not close to."

"Treason? She won't have another chance."

Sherlock slowly raised the corners of his mouth:

"I won't let the same thing happen to me twice."

"If there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, there will be three. The only way is to cut the grass and root out."

Mycroft smiled:

"When you get to my age, you will find that this is the truth."

"That's out of discussion, Mycroft."

Sherlock looked at him quietly:

"She's in Baker Street and I'm not going to let her go...that's my answer."

Mycroft was silent for a while:

"Even against her will?"

In Sherlock's light tone, there was no room for negotiation:

"Even against her will."

"Allright, it seems my prophecy has come true."

When he invited his r-in-law to tea for the first time, he had already predicted that "Sherlock will probably not let you leave Baker Street".

Mycroft tapped his fingers lightly on his knee, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smile.

How to see how scheming:

"Very well, now we can discuss the issue of marriage...but before that, there is an important issue to be resolved."

Sherlock raised his eyes.

Mycroft touched his chin meaningfully:

"Sherlock, you have four days to get married...but have you proposed to her?"

Sherlock: "..."