[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ten thirty in the evening, Covent Garden Theatre, makeshift interrogation room.

Lestrade: "Sherlock, is your date okay? According to the forensic report just received, the cause of death of the deceased Satoko Sakuma was suffocation, plus a head impact—the entire brainstem was smashed."

Ludwig: ... Brainstem, she seems to have heard some terrible misunderstanding?

Even if it's a date, it's Mr. Holmes' No.1 personality and the second personality dating, okay?

Sherlock didn't mean to retort at all, but said impatiently: "Why did you stop? Go on."

Lestrade: ...I stopped because your little girlfriend looked at me so resentfully...

He continued: "The time of death was around eleven o'clock the night before yesterday - Leibo and Anna Takemura were in Birmingham at that time, there is no possibility of committing the crime, ruled out... and Jiro Uehara, Tsubaki Watanabe, and baritone Kawayama Sukesuke , was getting together for supper at that time."

what! !

Ludwig's eyes lit up, and she glanced at Sherlock proudly:

"So, does Mr. Jiro Uehara have an alibi?"

Sherlock reacted coldly to the matter, as if the alibi of the murderer he had just identified was also expected by him and could not shake his judgment.

"Yes."

Lestrade covered his forehead with a headache, and threw the documents sent by the forensic science department on the table.

"England's forensic interrogation and review process is so cumbersome! Why don't the police have the right to do pathological autopsies!"

The usually calm Lestrade walked up and down the interrogation room irritably, throwing a fit at the wall.

"In this way, we can at least know earlier that what we did before was a waste of time. Each of them has an alibi, and no one has the possibility of committing the crime!"

Sherlock sat calmly in his chair, his legs relaxed and his hands clasped:

"Quiet, Lestrade, you are wasting your time complaining now."

He said lightly:

"Also, as I suggested earlier, you can hand over the corpses to me before the forensic doctor comes, and I can cut them open and sew them up as if they were alive."

Ludwig muses:

"Is it possible that it was a group crime? Detective, are you sure that Mr. Uehara didn't leave during the supper?"

Lestrade: "No one is leaving, and there is no possibility of a group crime-the place where they eat supper is monitored and the whole process is filmed."

He said wearily: "In addition to these people, there are five people in the troupe. I have sent people to interrogate them-but there is little hope, because these five people have been excluded from the beginning because they have no motive for committing crimes."

Sherlock suddenly said, "Are you sure Anna Takemura was in Birmingham?"

Lestrade: "Of course... Sherlock, Scotland Yard is not just for nothing, we have already contacted the Birmingham Police Department to confirm this - Anna Takemura did leave the hotel the night before, but she came back before eleven o'clock gone."

Sherlock sat on the chair and turned in a circle. When the circle stopped, he had already pulled out the route map from London to Birmingham and back from the depths of his brain:

"From London to Birmingham, take a taxi and take the M1 or M6 highway. It takes one and a half hours to drive at full speed... It takes one hour and two ten minutes to take the train... No, there is a shorter way, turn into the farm, and it only takes four and ten minutes .”

Lestrade: "Sherlock, when Xiangzi Sakuma was killed, Anna Takemura had already returned to the hotel...Even if she came to London and returned to Birmingham that night, it doesn't mean anything, she can't be the murderer. "

Sherlock touched his fingertips, and after a few seconds, he said:

"Before I actually touched the dead body, anything was possible."

The middle-aged police officer, who had been staying on the monitoring and control desk at the side, was busy sorting out the documents. Hearing this, he raised his head:

"There's always someone who likes to talk big, even if he's not sure."

Ludwig was completely angered by the repeated cynicism of the middle-aged police officer today.

Before she could see Sherlock's reaction, she blurted out the retort:

"That's better than someone who can't even utter nonsense, isn't it? Mr. Holmes has saved, and will save, more lives than the whole of Scotland Yard."

She said with a smile:

"Speaking of which, you still have room for improvement—I'm optimistic about you, come on."

The middle-aged police officer frowned and looked at Lestrade: "Who is this lady?"

Lestrade: "She is..."

Just when Lestrade was puzzled and didn't know how to introduce Ludwig, he heard Sherlock's calm voice:

"She's mine."

"..."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock who suddenly spoke in surprise.

Sherlock was looking at Ludwig's profile without blinking.

His face was still calm and unwavering, which was extremely disproportionate to his deep and focused eyes.

The sentence just now was not so much a declaration, but more like his subconscious maintenance.

Although it was subconscious, he obviously didn't intend to take it back, because the next second, he added lightly:

"So here, all the privileges I enjoy, she also enjoys."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock with his mouth wide open, realizing that he had just glanced over coldly, and subconsciously said:

"Ah, of course...of course."

The middle-aged police officer let out a sigh from his chest, lowered his head and continued to organize his video and document evidence, and ignored them.

In English, "she is my person" and "she is with me" are the same way of saying.

Therefore, Ludwig was oblivious to what had just happened in the interrogation room.

She just casts a "friend enough" glance at Sherlock.

——It doesn’t feel too cool to have the backing of a local tyrant, Mr. Holmes is very loyal!

……

Seeing that Ludwig finally gave back a tearful expression of gratitude (fog) and an even more determined expression (fog) as he had expected, Sherlock turned his head in satisfaction.

"Give me a power of attorney, Lestrade, I'm going to visit the body of Miss Aoko Sakuma tomorrow."

Lestrade sighed: "Yes, although it is a bit difficult, but I will try my best... There is no other way now."

Sherlock had no interest in Lestrade's "difficulties", he drew out his voice: "Vichy~"

Vichy reflexively: "Here!"

Sherlock sat on the most comfortable chair at the table: "Anna Takemura's interrogation record tonight."

Ludwig: "The record of the interrogation is on the table, the table is on your left, and you can get the documents just by reaching out."

Sherlock was motionless, in thought mode:

"Please hurry up."

Ludwig sighed, found the interrogation record book from a stack of documents, turned to the page of Anna Takemura tonight, and handed it to Sherlock.

Sherlock scanned the interrogation notes quickly.

half an hour.

"Call out the interrogation video."

Sherlock frowned at the transcript and waved his hand aside.

The middle-aged police officer who was completely dispatched: "I'm not your subordinate, Sherlock."

Sherlock was lost in his own thoughts and ignored it.

Ludwig made an apologetic look at the middle-aged police officer.

The middle-aged police officer snorted, and called up the interrogation scene with a look of displeasure.

"Anna Takemura still has something to explain."

Sherlock stared at the screen for half a minute, then stood up suddenly.

"Call Anna Takemura over. We will be back in two hours. She needs to be interrogated again. Obviously, you haven't asked any important points."

The middle-aged police officer has been ordered by Sherlock for a day, and at this moment he finally couldn't help but said angrily in a low voice:

"The interrogation is a procedure, Sherlock! You can't just ask Scotland Yard to run errands for you!"

"Two hours isn't enough time for Scotland Yard to call a suspect?"

Sherlock said quietly:

"And I'm sending you, not Scotland Yard...Although Scotland Yard is only at the level of running errands."

He strode out.

Ludwig was still in a daze, but was suddenly pulled forward by a huge force.

shit.

...Mr. Holmes, why did you hold my hand again!

"where are we going?"

"Find what's gone."

"The thing that disappeared? The trapitz ring that the deceased lost?"

"Do not."

Sherlock's trench coat drew a sharp arc in the night.

"Go find what was supposed to be in the piano."

He was still holding Ludwig's hand with one hand, and Ludwig had long forgotten the fact that his hand was signed while running and thinking.

So, the two held hands like this, and walked through the splendid promenade of the Covent Garden Theater and the hall full of police officers, as if there was no one else around.

5 minutes later, the taxi.

Ludwig tapped his fingers on the back of the taxi, unable to understand why he appeared here.

At night, the night is dark, and the strange starlight flickers and shines at the junction of the sky and the earth.

In a taxi, I went to a completely unfamiliar city with my roommate who had just been together for more than a month.

...It's just a deep well, okay?

At this time, you should stay in your room, drink a cup of small milk tea warmly, and watch small romances.

Why on earth is she running around on the main road...

"Mr. Holmes."

Looking at the night scene passing by outside the car window, she half-jokingly said:

"I feel that every day I'm with you is dangerous—if there's a series of explosions tonight or something, please keep my life safe before you have an accident."

"Tonight, there will be no chain bombings on this road."

Sherlock operated the phone with one hand, and in the other held a sheet of music that came out of nowhere.

Ludwig didn't care about what kind of score it was, it was probably Sherlock's own composition.

Since Sherlock's violin was repaired and delivered, from time to time, he would sit on the sofa and write a ditty by himself.

Ludwig will not admit that the long, jazzy Adagio is also her favorite.

Not to mention that Sherlock's level is really high, he can be called a master, if he wants, he can directly hold a world tour concert.

Because she heard Sherlock playing the violin, she felt itchy.

His heart was itching, and he really wanted to take advantage of the darkness of night to swiftly cut off two kidneys and one liver of Mr. Holmes.

Then change into pounds and buy a piano of your own.

……

Sherlock continued:

"But it's possible tomorrow night - four bombs - if that code I received the day before yesterday wasn't a joke."

The driver in front kept his ears up: "..."

Sherlock: "Also, turn left, we don't take the highway."

Driver: "Then I don't know the way!"

Sherlock: "Didn't expect you to know - turn left, thanks."

Ludwig: "...Did you speak to Inspector Lestrade about the bomb?"

Sherlock looked at the phone and smiled easily:

"Oh, Vichy, there's no need for that. It only takes an hour to defuse the four bombs."

Ludwig: "...I know you didn't say it!"