[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

If a person who has never learned vocal music suddenly makes a gorgeous high note after a simple groping, we call it——

Miracle.

And when Miss Ludwig Double, who can't drive at all, drove the dangerous and dangerous Kaixia Highway for the first time, all Sherlock wanted to say was——

"Oh, no ma'am, that's not how the steering wheel is gripped... You've made a full circle and a half to the left, now you only need to go back half a circle... That's the gas pedal, not the brakes, if you keep accelerating, tomorrow's newspaper headline will be Elopement Falling Cliff..."

Sherlock rested his forehead.

In his magnificent life, he had never encountered such a headache.

Yes, he has a headache.

All kinds of bizarre murders can't move him, opponents with outstanding IQ can't disrupt his thinking, and his god-like brother can at most cause him some troubles, but they can never shake his reason.

But at this moment, he actually had a headache because of a little girl.

"When we first left Buckingham Palace, your car was driving very steadily, but now it's getting more and more chaotic..."

He stopped her frenzied attempt to overtake in a sharp turn just in time:

"Your level is not up to this point, please drive seriously, ma'am."

"I'm serious, William."

Ludwig looked forward and smiled:

"I'm just experimenting with the effects that different combinations can bring, and I have a measure."

"Your 'scale' is a bit wide."

Sherlock's hand didn't let go from her wrist, preventing her from leaping across the Grand Canyon on a whim:

"To be honest, I prefer mental extreme sports to physical extreme sports..."

"But I like physical extreme sports... In the South Pacific, those primitive tribes tied vines to their legs, jumped off a high wooden frame, and stuck their heads upside down... into the sand."

Her eyes sparkle:

"Modern people don't do that, and now people go racing."

Her current expression is like that of an ancient soldier seeing a good horse. Human beings' pursuit of mounts and speed has been the same since ancient times.

...Why didn't she know that a car is such a good thing before?

Ludwig stroked the steering wheel, felt the leather under his fingertips, and said softly:

"I like this."

"It's tanned full-grain cowhide, and from its texture, it's Charolais cattle from the Midwest of France."

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft's leather steering wheel:

"If you like, you can replace the carpet at home with this kind of cowhide, but I'm afraid the smell will be a bit strong..."

"No, William, I mean the car."

On a long straight, Ludwig let go of his arms and let the car move forward:

"I've decided, I don't want to buy a house anymore, I want to buy a sports car first!"

"Do you plan to buy a house?"

Sherlock looked at her slowly and asked:

"Where to buy?"

"New Zealand, France, Brazil, Russia...anywhere."

The sky is clear blue, with faint clouds gathering ripples.

It's the clouds in May.

Clear, white, soft.

Ludwig opened the window all the way and took a deep breath of the valley air...they had driven a long way.

"When I come to a place and feel that this place is enough for me to stay for it, then I will stay."

New Zealand, France, Brazil, Russia... no UK.

Sherlock turned his head and looked ahead, and said lightly:

"You want to buy a house by yourself, have you discussed it with your husband?"

"my husband?"

Ludwig didn't react immediately:

"Who?"

Sherlock: "...If my memory serves me correctly, the only man who can be your husband should be called Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, William, travel is such a personal matter, and it is at the same level of confidentiality as credit card passwords, how can it be shown to others casually."

Ludwig waved his hand:

"It is enough for him to participate in my love and part of my life. I will say hello to him before leaving."

If she didn't want to turn the trip into a one-day trip to an exotic murder case, she might as well have reservations about Sherlock's plan to travel around the world for two in November.

And she's already a lot better than Sherlock.

He dragged her to get married without even saying hello.

Sherlock was silent for a while:

"If you don't plan to discuss all this with him, and you don't plan to compromise, how are you going to deal with disagreements?"

"Well, that's a problem, people have to compromise more or less in relationships, 30.00%, 60.00%...or men and women who are in love, they compromise more than 90.00%."

Ludwig narrowed his eyes, the wind whistling past his ears.

Such a fast speed gives people the illusion of suffocation and flying.

It seems that in the next second, the car will give birth to wings and take off into the sky.

……

"But the word 'compromise' doesn't fit Sherlock at all... There is no middle number for him, only zero and one hundred percent. For example, if he disagrees with my going to India, and I think he is more important than Egypt, then No need to discuss, I will listen to him."

This is one hundred percent.

Of course, there is another situation that she didn't mention.

If she felt that something was more important than him, then her stats would be zero... such as the time at the Louvre.

That is, there are no compromises, only choices.

Ludwig smiled slightly:

"Sherlock is unique, isn't he?"

……

Sherlock lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

However, before he could respond, he heard Ludwig say again:

"So on the matter of marriage, my choice is zero percent, no possibility, never agree, no matter how much they spent, and no matter how many things Mycroft ordered his female secretary to do."

Marriage is not in her life plan. As for how much Mycroft will lose... Hey, which shipping law tells you that if you ship the goods to the door of the other party's company before the contract is signed, the other company must accept and pay for your freight Pay the bill?

Don't adults take responsibility for things they do?

Although she faintly felt that it would not be Mycroft who would make herself lose.

She said with a smile:

"I'm going to put potassium cyanide in his coffee...he's dead."

Sherlock: "..."

The clouds in the sky slowly gather, and the clouds all over the sky are like waves.

And the blue sky under the waves is like an endless sea.

The wind blowing in from the window carried the breath of pines in May. Ludwig squinted his eyes and felt it for a while, then suddenly said:

"William, did you hear anything?"

It seems to be... advertising speakers?

"Congratulations, you finally heard it, but it wasn't an advertising horn, it was a police call, and it started 42 seconds ago."

Sherlock said quietly:

"Whereas I have kidnapped Buckingham Palace's only bride for half a century and dove the entire British Cabinet."

"...kidnapping?"

Ludwig blinked:

"That's not right. Mycroft should know I kidnapped you."

"Of course he does."

And he also knew that this was not a bride kidnapping incident at all.

Because it was the groom who kidnapped the bride.

……

"But such rhetoric cannot legally dispatch the Scotland Yard police. He has always been good at using the resources at hand to avoid losses caused by accidental risks."

Admitting that it was his younger brother who took the bride away, he would inevitably have to apologize to the royal family and the cabinet... Mycroft would never do such a loss-making business.

But if it is stated that this is a kidnapping case, he is a victim.

With a big reversal of identity, not only does not need to take responsibility, but also can get comfort and compensation for the ineffectiveness of the person in charge of guarding.

As for the scene where Ludwig performed at the doorman at Buckingham Palace...

Obviously, it was the result of the criminals holding the knife against the bride and coercing her.

……

"Did you forget that Lestrade is still the acting head of Scotland Yard now? That's because the former head has a strong background, and Mycroft has been looking for his flaws. Your escaped marriage can just be used by him."

Sherlock said lightly:

"I assure you that when you see Lestrade again, he will be a full-fledged Inspector of Scotland Yard."

Since then, the last bastion of the British police has also been acquired by Holmes' eldest son.

……

Ludwig paused for a while, and finally figured out the twists and turns inside.

"So Mycroft will benefit from my escape from marriage once?"

"Of course he will benefit from it."

Sherlock rightly said:

"In this world, apart from death and irreversible gum atrophy, everything will turn around. As long as it is used in a proper way, it can become a tool for benefit."

"..."

This kind of busy heart to make wedding clothes for others is really tiring.

The shouting of the police behind him was getting closer and closer. From the rearview mirror, Lestrade could already see half of his body leaning out from the sunroof of the car, holding up the horn and saying something loudly.

"The microphone quality of your British police needs to be improved."

The wind was too loud, and Ludwig heard vaguely:

"What is he saying?"

"Don't worry about the microphone, according to Lestrade's behavior, he will never chase after him foolishly, he will definitely arrange for a car to intercept him from the front...Although this is also very stupid."

Ludwig: "..."

Some wax for Inspector Lestrade.

Sure enough, before William's words were finished, Ludwig saw two small black spots appear on the road ahead.

"There is an outflank behind, an interception in front, and a cliff next to it..."

William raised the corners of his mouth and turned to look at Ludwig's side face:

"What are you going to do?"

Apart from jumping off the cliff, the only way she had left was to be intercepted by Lestrade and call him.

What else is there to do?

Against the wind, Ludwig narrowed his eyes:

"William, have you seen Headwordd?"

headwordd...headword d.

I'm sorry that her elementary school English teacher died early, and she didn't teach translation well.

"...This kind of completely illogical title is obviously out of my reading range."

Sherlock had an ominous premonition:

"What do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?"

Ludwig looked up and smiled.

Then, she stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

Sherlock: "..."

Hey, do you like drag racing?

Have you ever played drift?

Can you play it?

——All of this has to be tried to know.

Ludwig's steering wheel turned sharply to the right, and the tires squealed harshly. The black car on the other side couldn't dodge it, and it also made a sharp turn. The two cars almost passed by.

But the other side was not so lucky. Ludwig's right car door directly brushed against the protruding rock on the mountain, and a long mark was drawn on the exquisite black body.

Due to poor technique.

"Ah oh."

Ludwig glanced at the scratch in the rearview mirror indifferently:

"Looks like I'm going to have another job fixing cars for Mycroft."

William stared at the second car driving ahead again:

"Haven't you thought about asking your husband to pay you?"

"Husband? This is the loss caused by my mistake. What does it have to do with him?"

Ludwig stabilized the car:

"And he's not my husband yet thanks."

"Even so, you shouldn't play with your life."

William's tone was a little cold:

"This is on the edge of a cliff, and your actions just now are likely to kill you."

She didn't need to take such risks at all.

All she had to do was stop and call Lestrade on his cell phone, and he would come.

After that, she can travel wherever she wants...he will be her best guide.

But she just doesn't.

He took the same habit for himself, but when it appeared on her, it became an eyesore.

……

"I won't die. If I feel that I can't control it, I will stop. Willfulness and adventure are not too much as long as they are within the scale."

Ludwig smiled:

"As for accidents... I might be hit by a car while walking on the street, not to mention, what's the point of walking on a road without any danger?"

The second car was getting closer, Ludwig held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes sparkled:

"William, I might crash this time, are you ready?"

Sherlock: "..."

It seems that his young wife has great enthusiasm for the matter of crashing.

Lestrade wouldn't block them the same way twice.

The second time, he will definitely surround her back and forth... With her current skills, she will definitely not be able to avoid it.

She also discovered this, so she said "this time I may crash the car".

but……

If she doesn't want to stop, don't stop.

It's not a compromise, it's a choice.

In contrast, there are always more important things, so there is no need to worry about how much to give, or how much to retreat.

It's either one shot or two, or... one hundred percent.

……

Lestrade's car behind and the car coming ahead formed a corner. Seeing that Ludwig was about to step on the brakes with nowhere to go, Sherlock suddenly reached out and held the steering wheel.

This time he's completely relaxed.

Because of this, Ludwig was able to see a small gray cuff button being buttoned on the cuff of William's shirt.

The shiny little buttons flashed past her eyes like shooting stars passing through her eyes.

The gray stone is crystal clear, and the grains deposited in the gem are like the deep and shallow algae in the lake.

A tiny silvery bird perched on a branch, head slightly down, gazing at its own reflection in a gray pool of water.

This is……

Isn't this the cufflinks she bought for her family, Mr. Holmes, by saving a year's meal money?