[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

——"You are piled up with lies in the world, and the task of a detective is to find the truth in the lies."

When Ludwig came back, Sherlock was alone in Baker Street.

The sun was almost setting, and he sat in the silhouette of the sun, motionless, like a sculpture.

"..."

The greeting she was about to say was suppressed by her, and Ludwig locked the door lightly, walked to the bar, and placed the ingredients by the sink one by one without making a sound——When Sherlock - When Holmes is quiet, it means he is thinking.

Do not bother idlers.

But her thoughtfulness doesn't seem to go over well with some big cat curled up on the couch.

Before she took out the cabbage that she had finally paid for, she heard a carnivorous wild animal on the sofa lazily say:

"Hello, wig."

Ludwig was startled by his sudden voice:

"k."

"I don't have a knighthood. It's inappropriate to call me sir. Your English details need to be improved."

Sherlock said casually:

"So, you're back?"

Ludwig took the cleaned vegetables from the supermarket out of the plastic wrap, and smiled when he heard what Sherlock said:

"What are you talking about? Am I not coming back?"

"That's impossible to say."

He picked up the water glass on the coffee table and slowly drank the last sip:

"My girlfriend is keen to challenge the limits of human beings. She plans to hike from the Alps to Azerbaijan in November when the mountains are covered by heavy snow. She plans to go to Oymia, which is only 350 kilometers away from the Arctic Circle, and the lowest temperature is only more than minus 70 degrees. Kang Dongyong..."

Ludwig: "...People are young and ignorant, sir, can you stop mentioning these things?"

But Sherlock ignored her, and just continued:

"I never doubted that if I blinked an eye, she would be hunting elephants in Africa."

"...I think it would be more appropriate for an elephant to hunt me down."

Ludwig walked up to Sherlock and knelt down:

"There's something wrong with you today."

The position where Sherlock was sitting was backlit, and the light stretched obliquely from behind him to lengthen the space. Half of his face was shrouded in darkness, as if he had also become one of the thousands of shadows.

"Because I solved a case today."

Ludwig: "Wouldn't that be nice?"

"It's really good. I have pieced together most of the puzzle before, and the conclusion I came to was beyond my expectations... In order to prove it, I need a witness. This is the last piece of the puzzle."

He looked at her and said softly:

"And today, this witness appeared."

Witnesses showed up, confirmed his suspicions, confirmed his conclusions, but still...unexpectedly.

long silence.

"Isn't that great?"

Ludwig suddenly smiled slightly:

"Rules are cruel, language is frivolous, and truth is... elusive."

She squatted in front of him, resting her hands on his knees:

"They thought you were chasing the truth, but I thought you were chasing the puzzle, sir. The obvious truth is boring to you, and you love the elusive and the unexpected."

Sherlock looked at her.

He was against the light, while she was facing the light.

As a result, her entire face was enveloped in that incomparable golden light, and the shadows of her long eyelashes fell under her eyes like a small fan.

She knew what he was talking about.

It's just that they don't know it.

……

"So, sir, this is the truth."

She smiled softly, stood up, and took a step back.

Her voice was as soft as a leaf falling to the ground and being picked up by the wind again:

"You love puzzles, you love the unexpected, you love the unpredictable...you love me."

……

Dinner certainly wasn't Sherlock's cooking.

Just when she took out her DSLR calf head and planned to film Sherlock's cooking, the event of a comet hitting the earth, from beginning to end, Old John suddenly arrived in time and brought them good wine and dishes.

Ludwig: "Sir, you agreed that you will cook."

"Of course I keep my word."

Sherlock smiled slightly:

"If you want me to cook, I'll cook for you."

Old John: "Oh, little lady, don't you like Old John's workmanship?"

The industrious and upright old butler expresses his loss perfectly:

"If you don't like it, I will remove these dishes."

Ludwig: "...No, of course I like it, please stay, we'll have this for dinner."

……

As a result, Mr. Holmes once again won a big victory in the right to be in charge of the kitchen.

……

An identical ring, with such an obvious flaw, she should have discovered it long ago.

But she ignored this flaw, because this fake ring is still useful to her.

If it's useful, keep it, if it's useless, throw it away without hesitation... His little girlfriend always brings out the spirit of crossing rivers and tearing down bridges to the extreme.

He stopped forcing her to take medicine, Atum disappeared, and the ring didn't work.

That's why she hid in her room majestically this morning, seemingly behind her back, but in fact she blatantly threw away the imitation ring.

That was her reminding him that something was wrong here.

And she deliberately came back late today to give him time to deal with this strange problem.

……

After being fed by the old butler, Sherlock sat in his armchair, staring unblinkingly into the void.

It looked like he was just in a daze.

But every detail of the case clearly appeared in his mind.

Her nightmares, tunnels, searches, nystagmus, flowers in her dreams, murals in Napoleon's secret room... and the last words that the cafe owner asked Shakespeare to bring to her.

Interlocking.

It's like one car of a train is buckled by another car.

Just wait for the train conductor to pull down the hand brake, and the whistle sounds... the train starts.

……

The phone in his pants pocket vibrated.

Sherlock took out the phone, and there was only a short sentence on it——

"No body. mh"

After an unbearable silence.

Sherlock sent a text message out:

"Wedding advance.sh"

……

Ludwig went to the bar and made himself a pot of coffee:

"You look unusual, sir. What's the matter?"

"A little thing."

Sherlock's fingers tapped on the phone, and then he threw the phone back into his pocket:

"From the sequence of your actions, you're only going to pour your own cup of coffee?"

"Congratulations, you got it."

Ludwig leaned against the bar and smiled slightly:

"I just think you need to move when the time is right, like make yourself a pot of coffee or something."

But, uncharacteristically, Sherlock didn't offer a long-winded refutation of her claims.

He just stared at her, as if he had made great determination:

"There's something I need to tell you."

"From your expression, it seems that this matter is not simple."

"It's really not simple. To be honest, this matter has a lot to do with the two of us. Although it will not cause substantial changes to our current lives, changes in name are inevitable. If something happens tonight and tomorrow, you Unexpected things, please be sure to keep a calm and clear mind..."

Ludwig took out a cup and poured Sherlock a cup of coffee.

What a gracious gesture.

She quietly dropped a spoonful of white lenses from the jar.

Sherlock's speech speed practice was stuck in the middle, and he stared at Ludwig's movements:

"This is the third time you've added salt to my coffee. It's useless to be sneaky again, because I've seen it."

"Who is sneaking around? I am clearly aboveboard."

Ludwig put the coffee in front of Sherlock, and raised the corners of his lips:

"Life needs more possibilities."

Sherlock: "..."

So, never hesitate to speculate on Miss Ludwig's "virtuousness" with the worst malice.

Sherlock paused, picking up his coffee.

It is not too much to add salt to coffee. In some regions, coffee is originally eaten with salt.

"...To sum up, there will be a swearing-in ceremony related to you tomorrow, and you have to go through a formality. No matter what happens, please maintain a calm mood. Too much joy or too much anger will make the plan fail, so..."

His words did not go on.

A sip of coffee was in his mouth, but due to the slight difference in taste, he couldn't swallow it down.

What she puts in her coffee is not table salt.

Ludwig looked at him with a smile:

"So? Do you swallow it, or swallow it, or swallow it?"

"..."

Of course Sherlock would choose to swallow it.

"I'm sorry that I can no longer indulge your pranks, Miss Ludwig."

He put down the coffee cup with a cold expression:

"It's boring for you to put vinegar in my coffee, but this time you put vinegar in my coffee."

□□, non-toxic and odorless.

It's just... so salty.

"This is not a prank, sir, it can promote the balance of your sodium ions and potassium ions, and the neurotransmission chain will be more sensitive. I did this little test out of good intentions."

Tentative?

"From the time I replaced the salt with meth to the time I put meth into your coffee cup, I showed more than a little flaw, but you didn't feel it at all."

Ludwig folded his arms:

"Your judgment level has dropped significantly. Why? Because tomorrow's 'swearing-in ceremony' disturbed your mind? Then how dangerous this ceremony must be."

"No, this ritual is not dangerous at all."

Sherlock is noncommittal:

"Just stand there and follow the prompts and say a few words..."

Ludwig interrupted him:

"It's about the Egyptian church, isn't it?"

oath ceremony.

All she could think of was her status as a "sacrifice" in the Egyptian church.

Sherlock paused: "Yes."

He and Mycroft would use this wedding to clean up the remnants of Atum, which of course had something to do with the Egyptian Church.

"But that's not the main purpose of the oath ceremony, Vichy, that's incidental, my main purpose is..."

"No matter what your purpose is, I refuse to participate."

Ludwig smiled slowly:

"My mother died in front of me a few days ago, and I just escaped from death... Sorry, sir, I am not Spider-Man, nor is my surname Holmes. My body can't recover so quickly, and I can be like you Jump into your next adventure quickly."

She raised her arm:

"My bones are broken and still hurting, and I'm afraid I'll have to take a few days off as a personal assistant."

The sun had already set, and the windows were open, revealing a few faint stars in the sky.

"You don't need to use your arm, there will be a driving tool to pick you up."

Sherlock was silent for a moment, but his tone was very insistent:

"I promise, the ceremony is quite simple, all you need to do is change your clothes, show your face, smile, and say a few words... Leave the rest to Mycroft."

His dear brother had had all the money in his wedding, and there was no reason not to take care of it.

"Aha, here comes the wolf."

Ludwig smiled:

"Have you forgotten? You also told me that Mycroft is a small government official, and Holmes Manor is a small apartment. I went to your house later to see, oh, it's really small."

"..."

Sherlock had no choice but to resort to the tried and tested killer move:

"You are my assistant, Vichy, and I have dismissed your leave, and you are legally obliged to attend this ceremony."

"is it?"

Ludwig is now free from this threat:

"Don't force me to resign, my boss, while I'm still asking you for leave in good spirits."

"You can't quit your job."

Sherlock said firmly:

"The liquidated damages written in our contract is [-] pounds. You can't get [-] pounds even if you sell yourself."

"Did you forget? I inherited Erich's legacy."

Erich's legacy?

Sherlock sat up from the sofa at once:

"Are you going to use the money that man left you? Oh, Vichy, you have a bit of backbone. You said that you don't need that money. If you don't have enough money, you can find me. We have no shortage of cash or savings , if your consumption exceeds the upper limit, I can still apply for payment from the treasury."

His tone made sense:

"So you don't need to use the dead man's money, Vichy, let alone the things I did for Mycroft, just talking about the research and development expenses I saved for the British government over the years is enough to make you squander to death."

……

Treasury payment.

Mr. Holmes is too cool to be a friend.

……

Although talking with local tyrants is very tiring, on the surface, Ludwig still said:

"You don't need money, sir, but I do."

She folded her arms and smiled even more happily:

"I did say I didn't want to use the money, but I didn't say I couldn't borrow it."

Sherlock: "..."

People are dead, what is the difference between borrowing and using?

"I'll borrow it first, and then use my inheritance to make up for the inheritance he gave me after I die... Hey, don't look at me like that, I've been doing this since I was a child, and I don't care about doing it again."

She borrowed money from Anhe since she was a child, and she promised to pay it back with her inheritance after death.

Her shamelessness is what he got used to.

Ludwig walked to the door of his room, knocked on the door, and said to An He's ashes ring:

"Hey, Erich, would you like to lend some money to redeem your poor old friend?...Very well, he said he would borrow as much as he wanted."

Sherlock: "...Sorry, I didn't hear him."

"Of course you can't hear me."

Ludwig blinked:

"If my current boyfriend and my friend are in harmony, wouldn't I wish you happiness forever?"

Sherlock: "..."