[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Mrs. Folsom said in surprise: "Stone?"

Ludwig smiled sheepishly:

"Just now I saw a lot of beautiful stones piled up in the corner of this floor. What are they used for? If it is convenient, can I take some and put them in potted plants?"

"Oh, that one."

Mrs. Folsom was very enthusiastic:

"Yes—of course, but only rocks, which John dug himself from the beach over there."

She said nervously:

"These stones were originally intended to be used as a background wall, but young people are so busy with work that John has no time... those naughty children have almost transported half of the stones away, and I am afraid they will bother John to dig again. once."

Ludwig and Sherlock looked at each other, and Ludwig asked:

"Really? Why is it reduced?"

"It was taken by children to play. Boys always like to throw these things around. They will decrease a little every day, especially the day before yesterday."

Mrs. Folsom recalled:

"The night before yesterday, when I opened the door, I found out that a whole bag was missing."

Sherlock said: "The night before... Are you sure you remember the time correctly?"

"I'm sure, I accidentally poured oil on the small stone pile before, so I took the oil-stained part out to dry, and then I found it."

Mrs. Folsom said kindly:

"Speaking of which, it's the wheat oil I made myself, with berry seed juice in it, and I can't find a second one—if you need it, I'll send you some next time."

When they first arrived at the scene of the crime, Mr. Holmes noticed that the stones at Lestrade's feet were stained with oil.

They were all right!

Give a thumbs up to Mr. Detective Sherlock Holmes!

Sherlock said gratefully:

"Thank you so much—Vichy, when did we move here? We never realized that we have such a generous and warm neighbor."

Ludwig played with him dumbly.

She thought for a moment with a headache, her voice complaining, like a real girlfriend scolding her boyfriend:

"There are so many things about moving, and you don't care, I'm doing it alone... How can I remember when we moved here?"

Mrs. Folsom smiled and said:

"I remember very clearly that you moved here half a month ago."

Sherlock said in surprise: "Half a month ago? I thought you hadn't seen us!"

Mrs. Folsom: "It's true that I haven't seen you. It was a short man who moved things here. Was it the movers you hired?"

Ludwig's eyes lit up: A short man?Nine out of ten of these are the murderer's assistants!

In the troupe, except for Anna Takemura and Xiangzi Sakuma, everyone else is a man—is there any man who is short in stature?

Mrs. Folsom said meaningfully: "Young people nowadays don't like to move around too much. Young couples should go out more to cultivate their relationship..."

The white-haired old man blinked slyly:

"...Moreover, exercise is very important, and it will also help the child's birth in the future."

Ludwig: ...we were boyfriend and girlfriend just now, why did they suddenly become husband and wife?

... and children?whose child?

Mr. Holmes, do you intend to reincarnate yourself?

Sherlock listened carefully to Mrs. Folsom's words, and nodded in agreement.

He glanced at Ludwig and said slowly:

"We are planning to do this. I have told her many times that too loose waist muscles will not be conducive to a smooth delivery-I will urge her more in the future."

Ludwig picked up the British dark pastry dish on the coffee table that she had just sworn she would never touch, and silently took a bite.

— Cherish your innocence and don't talk.

Sherlock continued:

"Also, do you remember how tall that man was?"

Mrs. Folsom doesn't know so:

"Why, don't you know? It's definitely not more than five feet tall, with hair reaching to the ears, wearing a mask and sunglasses, it's weird."

Ludwig frowned—there is absolutely no man under five feet in the troupe.

...Could it be that the assistant is someone outside the troupe?

After getting the desired information, Sherlock stood up and said indifferently.

"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am, we are very touched, but we have something to do, and I'm afraid we have to go."

Putting away the thoughtfulness and humility in his words, he strode out without looking at Mrs. Folsom, who had been chatting happily with her for a second.

Mrs. Folsom put down the glass in bewilderment: "What's wrong with him?"

Ludwig: "...uh, maybe... frequent urination? - Sorry, prostate problems, he often does."

Mrs. Folsom said in surprise: "I'm sorry...but this problem needs to be treated early - don't push him too much, men always pay special attention to this problem, and no one is perfect."

Ludwig smiled weakly at Mrs. Folsom, fully expressing a woman's strength and sorrow.

She glanced at the back of Sherlock who had already walked to the door, and sighed heavily.

Then, whispered firmly:

"...Thank you...Although he always feels inferior because of this, please believe that I will not leave him because of this."

……

Ludwig waved his hand, turned around, swept the weak expression on his face, blinked happily, and followed Sherlock's footsteps.

……

Who said that only Mr. Holmes can hack her?

Mom, the serf turns over and sings!The people are the masters of the house!US imperialism will one day be attacked!

She is finally proud today!

...It's just that she seems to have forgotten that there is a saying in this world, which is called misfortune comes from the mouth, and it is called the cycle of cause and effect.

This is a very empty room.

Next door to Mrs. Folsom's house, it was previously thought by Sherlock to be the place where the stone was hidden in advance.

The walls are only roughly powdered, the floor is not tiled, and the only chandelier on the ceiling is waiting for work.

Some small stones were packed in a paper bag, the bag fell to the ground, the bag was loosened, and small stones were scattered everywhere.

The short man that Mrs. Folsom mentioned probably also had oil stains on his shoes, and there were a few solitary footprints lying on the ground inconspicuously.

……

Sherlock smiled happily:

"Sure enough, this case was premeditated—the person who secretly assisted him rented this room half a month ago in order to collect stones from Mrs. Folsom's house."

Ludwig: "I can't understand, renting a house just to collect stones? Where are stones, why do you have to go to such trouble?"

Sherlock sighed: "If you keep trying to get answers from me, then you're never going to get any better - use your eyes, Vichy."

"What do I want to grow up for? Eat?"

Ludwig looked around the room, expressing that she found nothing with her eyes:

"And in front of you, whether I use my eyes or not, the result is the same—both eyes are black."

Sherlock presumably felt she was hopeless, and was no longer obsessed with letting her think for herself:

"...The assistant obviously understands the murderer's pursuit of perfection. He not only understands it, but also respects it—so he dare not use ordinary stones. It would destroy the beauty of the murderer's pursuit."

He knelt down, picked up a stone on the ground and handed it to Ludwig:

"See what's different?"

Ludwig also squatted down: "...it's too dark to see clearly."

As soon as the words fell, a small, orange beam of light shone from the bottom up from Sherlock's other hand.

Sherlock held up the phone, half of his face was covered by the light, and his gray eyes seemed to be shimmering because of the light.

Only then did Ludwig realize that the two were too close, Sherlock's nose was almost on the side of her face.

She leaned back uncomfortably.

Sherlock's tone was light: "If you have a mobile phone, you don't have to bother... So next time I suggest you buy a mobile phone, please don't refuse, because the rejection is invalid."

He hit the beam on the stone.

"now what?"

Ludwig looked at Sherlock's slightly flooded side face under the light of the flashlight in surprise.

I didn't feel it just now, but now it's very obvious.

Mr. Holmes is... helping her sort out her thoughts?

Moreover, his speaking speed was also rarely slowed down.

Although you don't distinguish carefully, you can't hear it at all.

Thanks to the personal guidance of the great detective Sherlock Holmes, Ludwig moved his fingers a little nervously:

"Well, the stone... the stone is a little green, and the texture is very beautiful... wait, green?"

She had a flash of inspiration: "...does it have something to do with Sakuma Saiko's emerald?"

"That's right, the composition of this stone is similar to that of Egyptian turquoise, but it has more impurities. It is not a variety that can be found everywhere. It must have taken some trouble for the assistant to find it here."

The phone spun around on Sherlock's nimble fingers, and the flash dimmed:

"Sakuma Shoko gave Anna Takemura emeralds, one string per person, and asked Anna Takemura not to take them off."

Ludwig touched his nose: "Why do you feel so ambiguous?"

His deep voice sounded in the dark room.

"It's not that I think, maybe, it's just ambiguous."

"..."

Ludwig was horrified, and she said in disbelief:

"You mean Anna Takemura and Aoko Sakuma... have an affair?"

Sherlock turned his head impatiently:

"Isn't this always obvious? I thought Lestrade was the only one who didn't see that Sakuma never rides in a car in the rain because..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because his eyes suddenly froze on the wooden door frame.

He maintained a half-squat position, and reached out to touch the door frame at this height.

The hem of the coat fell to the ground, covered with a thin layer of dust.

He turned on the flash of the phone again, stretched out a finger, and carefully inspected the door frame from top to bottom, narrowing his sharp eyes.

Then he pushed Ludwig's leg away—that's right, grabbed her ankle directly, and moved her leg aside.

Ludwig: ...and no longer wear skirts when he comes out to solve crimes. Mr. Holmes is a hooligan regardless of the occasion.

What's even more frightening is that this hooligan doesn't even know he's being a hooligan.

He took out a handkerchief from his overcoat, stained it with a little dust from the floor, wrapped it up carefully, and put it in his pocket.

Ludwig was itchy, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of disturbing his train of thought.

Sherlock stood up, threw the mobile phone to Ludwig, took out a small silver ruler from the other coat pocket, walked to the center of the room, and half-kneeled on the ground to measure something by the light from the window.

Although there was another person beside him, he did not speak, and asked Ludwig to hold the flashlight for him.

——As if, whenever he really fell into thinking, he was always alone.

He always conducts experiments alone, and always sorts out the case alone.

It was rare for him to let Ludwig intervene in his work, for example, last time he asked her to transcribe Caesar's hidden cipher - it was also because there were other purposes and she didn't really need her help.

Although, he has been emphasizing that she is his personal assistant.

Ludwig was full of questions, but he wisely didn't interrupt him. He just walked over consciously, holding up his mobile phone, and lighting the floor for Sherlock.

Sensing an extra beam of light around him, Sherlock raised his head and looked at Ludwig questioningly.

Ludwig smiled at him unnaturally:

"I just think, the light is so dark, you're looking so hard...I mean..."

She shrugged and found a perfect excuse for her unreasonable distress:

"...Anyway, I'm your personal assistant now, aren't I?"

... I am paid, sir, don't forget that you just promised this morning that if I become your assistant, not only will the rent be free, but you can also swipe your card at will~

I suddenly feel that Mr. Holmes' assistant is really a wonderful job~

Sherlock's eyes flickered.

Then he lowered his head, as if inadvertently, and picked up the previous explanation that he forgot to finish because he was interrupted by a new clue:

"In addition to the bracelet, the ring Trapiz that Sakuma Xiangzi carries with her is also a kind of emerald-she has a special liking for emeralds, but she behaves very low-key."

Ludwig recalled the photos of Sakuma Xiangzi that he saw in the morning.

In those photos, apart from the emerald bracelet on Sakuma's hand, none of the other jewelry is emerald.

"exactly."

In London at night, the empty room was a bit cold, Ludwig lit up with one hand, and hugged himself with the other, meditating:

"She will only choose emeralds for jewelry with commemorative value-so, this preference will not be known to people who do not know her well."

She smiled wryly:

"What to do, I was shaken by you - now I also begin to think that the murderer is Mr. Uehara Jiro."

Sherlock looked up mockingly and said:

"Congratulations, you finally found the right direction—fortunately, it didn't take long, and spring hasn't passed yet."

Ludwig: "..."

Mr. Holmes, you are too vengeful... Don't you just disagree with your reasoning?So, as for?

He continued indifferently: "Also, Japan doesn't have the habit of adding 'Mr.' after people, so you don't have to use the honorific title for Jiro Uehara every time."

Ludwig: "..."

Mr. Holmes has pondered this question more than once... So, why is this!

Due to lack of vitamin A, she has a little bit of night blindness. After getting closer, she realized that Sherlock was measuring a few footprints on the ground.

Then she gets excited.

——Remember Conan Doyle's "A Study in Scarlet"?

In it, judging a person's height from the distance between footprints is a classic formula that Sherlock Holmes is famous for all over the world!

Suddenly, I feel that my roommate is so tall!

But before she finished her excitement, Sherlock had already stood up, his sharp eyes scanned the walls and the floor again, and after making sure that there were no clues missing in the entire room, he spoke:

"Vichy, take a picture."

Ludwig immediately clicked twice, then handed the phone to Sherlock.

With her hands behind her back, she winked at Sherlock:

"So, sir, explain to your roommate Ludwig what you just discovered?"

Sherlock gave her a cold look:

"My roommate, Ludwig, was by my side the whole time, and never knew what I found?"

Ludwig: "...Actually, I didn't know what you brought me to Birmingham until you explained..."

Without an explanation, he grabbed her hand and ran across the Covent Garden Theatre.

She didn't even have time to think, how could she have a chance to know?

She sighed:

"Speaking of this, for your own good, you should explain our relationship with the inspector when you go back... His misunderstanding is a bit big. This matter is very serious and will affect your lifelong happiness..."

Sherlock completely ignored Ludwig's last words.

Ludwig has always felt that Sherlock has such a heaven-defying function——

He hears everything, but his brain automatically filters it.

When these languages ​​pass through the language area in the cerebral cortex, they have already spontaneously eliminated irrelevant information.

But this sentence is very important!What if Watson comes and misunderstands that you are heterosexual!

……

Sherlock and Ludwig walked out of the apartment door one after the other:

"It's not that you don't think, you don't observe."

Ludwig smiled indifferently:

"With you by my side, my observations are simply superfluous... Then tell me, my dear, what exactly did you discover just now?"

"Dear" is a very common address in the West, and in Ludwig's obviously joking tone, this is nothing at all.

However, under this very common title, Mr. Holmes is arrogant.

This time he made great progress and resisted turning his head, but after glancing at Ludwig, he cast his gaze straight ahead.

Then, for the sake of this "dear", he reluctantly opened his mouth:

"The discovery just now is...the murderer's assistant, a woman."

His eyes, in the darkness, gleamed like springs under the moon.

"And, this woman's name is Anna Takemura."