[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

France, Gare Saint-Lachale.

"Although when you put on this German-made dress, I can already guess what you want to do in France."

When Shylock and Ludwig came out of the Hall of Columns side by side, he said:

"But I still don't understand why you have to come at nine o'clock tonight."

"I also don't understand why you have to wait until nine when we could have started at seven."

Ludwig was walking on Sherlock's right, with his hand in his coat pocket, wearing a graffitied painter's hat.

"And what I can't understand is..."

She pulled out the hand that was in Sherlock's pocket, pulling out Sherlock's hand along the way.

It wasn't her intention.

On the hands of the two, a black handcuff was visible, which happened to cuff their wrists together.

"...As a legal citizen, why should I wear this kind of thing with you?"

There were not many people at the gate of the station at nine o'clock, but it was not empty. Many people had already noticed their closely connected wrists.

And Sherlock didn't intend to answer at all, he just stood on the side of the road, waiting for a taxi that happened to pass by.

The French are lazy.

Don't expect them to work well after the sun goes down, so they figure it will be a while before they get a taxi.

……

Ludwig laughed mockingly:

"Mr. Holmes, does your brother know that you have such a fetish?"

A security guard came over and said in French:

"Miss, do you need help?"

Ludwig waved his hand impatiently:

"Didn't you see that we were sm? Consensual sexual abuse is legal, so don't interrupt."

Guard: "..."

Sherlock: "..."

His little girlfriend has always been very talented in self-deception, and now she has improved.

The guard gave Sherlock a meaningful look, and walked away slowly.

Not only understanding, but also... sympathy in those eyes.

Ludwig's Queen's aura was too strong for a moment, and Sherlock deliberately restrained his aura after locking Ludwig in order not to have a confrontation with her... He probably thought that Sherlock was the one who was smacked.

……

Wearing handcuffs was indeed too high-profile. After a brief moment of anger, Ludwig kept his face sullen and didn't speak, but continued to put his hands in Sherlock's pockets.

Sherlock took her cold fingers naturally...he didn't need to explain because he knew she wouldn't be angry for long.

If he pissed her off for too long, she'd probably just walk away instead of being cynical here.

He could already imagine that if she really left, she would say confidently when she was chased back by him:

"Life is short, and man is innocent of seeking pleasure and liberty, even in defiance of the law, pain, and his own life."

——So she may escape anytime and anywhere, and she must lock the door when she goes out.

"You're wearing too short."

Sherlock glanced at her, with no emotion on his calm face:

"You don't have many clothes in your closet, but you can create shorter records every time."

"Of course I can't compare to your three cabinets of identical white shirts...and where is it short?"

Ludwig kicked his leg.

After basking in the sun, her spirits improved a lot:

"I'm obviously wearing trousers."

"Your left leg is indeed wearing it, but the pants on your right leg eloped with your socks."

"..."

She had bought the dress in Germany, and after she realized her stalker was in Germany, she posed as a nightclub dancer and went to Sweden.

She doesn't have many clothes, each one has a story, and each one is reluctant to throw away.

This dress has been with her through that late-night escape. In terms of texture, it is indeed quite...hot.

But she was going to see her father... It's only when a bad girl sees her father that she feels something, doesn't she?

……

Ludwig smiled slightly, and stretched his bare long white legs lazily:

"So now you can selectively filter."

Sherlock: "..."

Ludwig may not be the most beautiful and stunning, but she does know how to use her strengths very well.

Not far away, there were already two German men waiting for the bus looking this way.

Wait... German men?

And the clothes on her were made in Germany, and the style was quite different from usual.

……

Sherlock suddenly opened the door of a private car that was slowly parked on the side of the road, and Ludwig was pushed in by Sherlock before Ludwig could react.

Ludwig was shocked:

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Sherlock sat down beside her, and smiled at her:

"Sorry, the air outside is so stale."

Ludwig: "..."

The air in places where the evening wind blows is not good. Is the air in the car better?

At this time-

"God heard my voice."

The young boy in the driver's seat turned his head and narrowed his eyes happily:

"Hey, Vicky, we meet again."

Ludwig: "... Cervantes?"

In fact, every time Ludwig said this name, he wanted to add: "Hey, how is your Don Quixote?"

"Judging by the smell of perfume in your car, you've had three girls of different skin colors in the backseat of your car this week, and you prefer the black one because she smells the most on the leather seat, but I need to warn you She may have contagious inflammation."

Sherlock was still staring at the German man outside the window, with a casual tone:

"Finally, please go to the Louvre at your convenience, we are in a hurry."

Ludwig: "..." Is this using her classmate as a driver?Fortunately, she is not familiar with her classmates.

Cervantes: "..."

He turned his head and smiled at Ludwig:

"Are you still together?"

"I'm afraid so."

"That's it."

Cervantes started the engine and smiled gracefully:

"For your sake, I won't beat him up for now."

Ludwig: "..."

Mr. Holmes's arrogant temperament like the French Revolution is really not old.

……

In his pocket, Sherlock didn't look at the phone screen, but typed three words with great accuracy:

"Remnants of Germany.sh"

Within a second, the phone screen lit up:

"Start collecting the net. mh"

……

The car drives very slowly, but it still has to reach the destination.

But this time, Cervantes did not pull Ludwig to confess his feelings like last time, he just looked at her and smiled, and said:

"I like your clothes."

--clothing?

He held the steering wheel firmly with his hands, and the [-] pound Vacheron Constantin watch in his hand has been replaced, and now he is wearing an ordinary Japanese brand.

——Japanese brand?

Thanks to her father and Shiwei, he is quite sensitive to Japanese brands of watches.

Ludwig glanced lightly, smiled back, and said nothing.

The car drove away, but she still stood there.

Sherlock stood on the side of the street, the street lights dimly reflected on his face, along the long street, stretching all the way to the place where the stars twinkle in the sky.

He asked quietly: "What's wrong?"

Ludwig shook his head.

Questions are almost non-existent in Sherlock, and his questions are never really questions.

He asked because he already knew the answer and asked you to admit it.

……

Ludwig didn't say anything, just put his hand into Sherlock's coat pocket naturally.

And the Louvre has appeared before their eyes again.

……

She came to see the last message her father had left her.

Her mother said in Napoleon's secret room that Professor Ludwig left her with only the first half of the cipher, all the way to the glass pyramid in front of the Louvre.

Her father must have left her something.

On the ninth birthday of his only little daughter, whom he regards as a treasure, he returned to Paris, but could not show up because he was hiding everywhere, so he left a mark along the way and dragged his students to bring her a locket as a gift. Sign guide.

……

Ludwig stood in front of the Great Glass Pyramid and was silent for a while:

"Did we forget to bring the black light again?"

Sherlock said lightly:

"You said you have a black light in your apartment, and you also said that your apartment is only 15 minutes away from here, and I can accompany you back to get it."

"...don't turn over old scores, sir."

Sherlock gave her a cool look, and there was no emotion on his marble-like side face:

"What happened not long ago cannot be called old accounts."

"Well, it's all my fault."

Smelling a dangerous breath at the tip of his nose, Ludwig immediately admitted his mistake quickly:

"I will... I will try not to lie to you in the future."

as far as possible?

Sherlock was indifferent:

"Voice promises lack sincerity."

"You don't want a verbal promise?"

Ludwig frowned, pretending to be troubled:

"What should I do? I've already agreed with you to tie me up with a shirt. If you want to be more sincere... Hey, do you like handcuffs? Leather whips and candle oil in the small black house are too heavy."

Sherlock: "..."

Her voice was not loud, but the square was very quiet.

An elderly couple walking their dog happened to pass by the square and gave Sherlock a reproachful look.

This……

Whip, dark room, candle oil?

His just-adult girlfriend's reserve of knowledge in a certain aspect is indeed... amazing, and it's not limited to the few people she recommended.

And unabashedly, quite boldly.

"Oh, is this the only way you can show your sincerity? Selling yourself?"

Sherlock's expression was somewhat unpredictable:

"And they're all sold with bad promises."

"...I thought it was obvious."

Ludwig winked at Sherlock:

"In front of other men, I have two things that I can show, one is wisdom and the other is body..."

——The best way to deal with a cat that is anxious because of being abandoned in the past is to smooth its fur and smooth its fur again.

No matter how big the cat is or how high its IQ is.

"...But in front of your majestic wisdom, my IQ is directly cleared, so I can only use the latter..."

This kind of compliment in disguise, Miss Ludwig wanted as much as she wanted, it was completely immoral.

There are thousands of ways to deal with the great detective Mr. Holmes.

But with her boyfriend, Sherlock Meow, there's one way to do it all.

……

Ludwig was still worrying about the black light, and the man beside him who was full of classical temperament due to the long silence suddenly handed over a small black light flashlight with his slender fingers.

Ludwig looked at him in surprise.

"As I said, I knew what you wanted to do in France when you put on this suit."

Mr. Holmes turned his face away coldly:

"Oh, even if you put away your surprised expression, it can't cover up your too weak observation."

"..."

Ludwig turned on the black light flashlight, the soft ultraviolet light produced the Tyndall effect on the glass colloid, and the bright purple pathways scattered on the huge pyramid, which was extremely spectacular.

The light illuminated her eyes.

Her father, Professor Ludwig, spent so many ups and downs on her ninth birthday but still couldn’t tell her in person, he wrote it on the pyramid at the door of her house with a black light pen, and after every rain, Repeatedly portrayed by her mother.

ten years.

The young and brilliant scholars who did these things were all dead, and not even their bones were left in the explosion.

Most people in the world feel that the sun, moon and stars have nothing to do with them, because their own small life is already the whole world.

This idea is also correct.

But there are also some people who have devoted their lives to science, and their lives are deserted.

They gave up their lives, for the lives of more people, they gave up their children, for the children of more people.

……

Time washes away their lives like time washes away the sand.

There is only such a short sentence left, passing through those lonely and missing years, and coming to her.

-

"Princess Xixi, Dad loves you."