[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig: ...Damn it, what happened in less than an hour before!

She just drank a cup of tea and ate a pastry that made her want to die... Why did all the murderers run out!

Didn't Mr. Holmes chat with the old lady about the housework, the house cat and the furniture, didn't he just measure the footprints?

When and how did you find the clue?

Sure enough, her and Mr. Holmes' brains were out of sync.

……

"We're leaving, what are you still standing there for?"

Sherlock put his BlackBerry back in his coat pocket:

"Lestrade just texted to say that he found that the piano was filled with rocks, and he couldn't wait to tell me about his big progress—it's just a pity that we have already found this conclusion."

He added bluntly:

"We not only found the stone, but also found the source of the stone, not only found the source, but also locked the suspect."

Ludwig looked numb: "No, it's not us, only you found out... I don't know anything."

Sherlock said reassuringly, "It's not your fault, I understand."

"...Don't say comforting words if you don't have the talent to comfort, I'm tired of listening."

Ludwig waved his hand:

"Also, please explain. Both Mr. Jiro Uehara and Anna Takemura have alibi. When Xiangzi Sakuma died, Mr. Jiro Uehara was eating supper...could it be his second personality who killed him?"

"This is where it gets trickiest."

Sherlock said enthusiastically:

"This is the perfect alibi! If there is no problem with the proof, then it must be..."

Just when he was about to say something crucial, Sherlock's pocket suddenly vibrated with a "ding".

Immediately afterwards, there was another "ding" vibration.

Sherlock took out his phone and glanced at it.

There was a series of text messages on the phone, probably because Sherlock hadn't noticed it before.

One was from Lestrade, solemnly stating that they had found something suspicious in an apartment in Birmingham.

And several others, all come from a number that is unique in the whole of the UK, all of which are zeros.

"Mom is crying, please go home for convenience. MY"

"Mom appreciates your little girlfriend, especially when she threatens to scratch you to death - and says it's been her wish for a long time. MY"

"By the way, mine too. MY"

……

The last one was just sent by this number:

"Mom is still crying, please go home for convenience - for the British government. MY"

……

Sherlock put the phone back in his pocket calmly.

Probably because of the strange expression on his face, Ludwig couldn't help asking:

"Any questions?"

"No, no problem...everything is fine."

Sherlock turned his head, gave her a subtle look, and added:

"It's just a worthless text from Lestrade... He's finally found this place."

He sneered:

"Fortunately, the criminals in London are not very smart. Otherwise, with the efficiency of Scotland Yard, the rate of birth of newborns would definitely not be as fast as the death rate of their parents."

"...Come on, Mr. Holmes, perhaps he is just eager to get your approval..."

Ludwig turned his head and whispered in a voice only he could hear:

"...how humble and cautious he is, craving for love and affirmation from you..."

Sherlock turned around again with a strange expression: "What are you talking about? Longing for love?"

Mr. Holmes heard it!Is your automatic filter malfunctioning? !

"...I mean, the Commonwealth government's incentives are so backward that the officers are kind of horny...oh no, that's not what I meant..."

Ludwig paused, and changed the subject decisively and quickly:

"I'm sleepy sir, can we go home at the next stop?"

……go home?

That is impossible.

Ten p.m., Covent Garden Theatre.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Anna Takemura sat on the chair with a tired expression, her beautiful face looked haggard.

Ludwig lay on the table like a dog and whispered: "I don't understand why I can't go home and sleep..."

"What I can say, I have already said, I don't know... I just listened to her and pretended that she stayed in Birmingham and did not leave. I am innocent."

Sherlock paused: "What happened to that letter?"

Anna Takemura opened her eyes wide: "How do you know about the letter?"

Lestrade was not surprised: "He knows everything except the exact time when the solar system exploded."

Sherlock was unmoved, still staring at Anna Takemura: "Letter."

Anna Takemura covered her mouth, then let it go, looking terrified:

"I didn't say it because I thought it had nothing to do with the teacher's death, not because I wanted to hide it."

Lestrade said seriously: "Miss Takemura, it is the police's job to judge whether something has anything to do with the case and whether it is worth pursuing."

Anna Takemura straightened her hair and spoke.

"The thing is like this."

Sherlock said impatiently: "We want you to state events rather than tell stories, and this kind of atmosphere-building opening is unnecessary."

Sherlock is still kind of scary when his face is blank...

Anna Takemura was obviously frightened by Sherlock, and she cried without continuing to speak a few sentences, and even doubled the speed of her speech.

Lestrade gave Sherlock a thumbs up under the table.

Ludwig: Mr. Holmes is really merciless...

Sure enough, tenderness is reserved for Little Peanut.

"The letter was given to the teacher by Mr. Chuanshan, when we were still in the hotel."

"Chuan Shan? That baritone with mild enteritis and extensive plastic surgery?"

Anna Takemura: "It's true that Mr. Kawayama is a baritone, but he also sings soprano. He played the leading male Pinkerton in the play. He is a very popular new opera star in Japan, but his life is corrupt, enteritis, plastic surgery and so on... ..."

"The one standing next to you at noon."

"Ah, it's him..."

Sherlock confirmed his identity: "In the hotel in Birmingham, who does Chuanshan share a room with?"

"It seems...it's Teacher Uehara Jiro."

Sherlock smiled slightly: "Go on."

"Mr. Kawayama often sends letters to the teacher, which will include some haikus that Mr. Kawayama has read recently... I remember that the teacher read it for a long time that day."

Lestrade: "Haiku?"

Sherlock: "A Japanese genre of poetry, the seventeen-tone classical short poem."

Both Ludwig and Lestrade were shocked.

But Ludwig was shocked in her heart - she couldn't act like she knew Sherlock very well, that would be a big flaw.

And Lestrade spoke directly from her heart:

"Sherlock, you actually started studying literature?!"

Sherlock: "I didn't do any research. I just spent 10 minutes studying Japanese social literature while having dinner and taking the bus, and memorized some of its most classic works by the way."

He pursed his lips, looking a little annoyed:

"But I'll delete these oriental lines when I fix the problem—it's completely illogical, unbearable, and takes up too much space in my brain."

……

If Ludwig could keep calm, she would definitely make a complaint - that is Japanese haiku is too weird, don't count the whole East, thank you.

However, at this moment, Ludwig couldn't laugh anymore.

Not only could she not laugh, she also felt cold on the soles of her feet.

……

Japanese social literature?

Why did Mr. Holmes suddenly study social literature?

She suddenly remembered the conversation she had with Mr. Holmes this morning.

——"I'm sure, you haven't been to Japan."

How did she answer it?

——"It's true that I haven't been there, but I have read some Japanese literature books."

——"Modern Japanese literature tends to be social literature, and describes the current social situation in detail..."

……

Ludwig watched the interrogation calmly, with tiny beads of sweat on his palms forming layer after layer.

How to do how to do?

It was just a guess before, but now she was absolutely sure that she was suspected by Mr. Holmes.

What should she do?explain?

No, that would only make the explanation more chaotic. Sherlock will inevitably catch the loopholes in her words layer by layer, and then analyze them in detail, and then find more problems.

So, pretend to casually mention your love for Japanese culture to reassure Mr. Holmes?

No, let alone whether I have the acting skills, I can fool Sherlock Holmes, who has ranked No. 1 in observation and acuity in the world for centuries.

Her bigger obstacle is... Come on, Japanese matcha is Chinese sun-dried green leaves, and Japanese clogs come from Wei and Jin... She is so upset, how can she express her love for Japanese culture?

Do you want to expose yourself properly?

Ludwig bit his lip unconsciously.

...It's so ridiculous, she didn't commit a crime, why should she cover up like a criminal?

Thinking of this, Ludwig suddenly calmed down.

That's right.

So what if she wasn't the original Ludwig-Ludwig?

So what if Mr. Holmes suspected her?

— She did not commit a crime, and he has no evidence.

Even if Sherlock's IQ is so high that he finds out the evidence, will anyone believe it?Believe it, there is no threat to her.

Don't forget, this is not the [-]th century and there is no such thing as witch burning.

……

Ludwig calmly wiped his sweaty palms on the expensive hollow lace little black dress Sherlock had just given him.

But even so, one more thing is worse than one less thing, and we must be more cautious in the future.

Ludwig tapped his fingers again and again, his eyes still looking at the tearful Anna Takemura in the middle of the interrogation room.

And in her mind, she has sorted out everything that happened after she came to Baker Street.

After sorting it out, he carefully recalled his travels before coming to Baker Street and various situations of skipping classes.

Then I found that, except for the occasional trip to the bar with fake documents, she was really a high school student with a monotonous life, very few friends, and an extremely normal high school student.

...In this way, it should be no problem, right?

She thought uncertainly, and a little irritatedly changed directions and crossed her legs.

……

Sherlock didn't seem to be paying attention to Ludwig at all.

His eyes were on Anna Takemura, and his attention was on Anna Takemura who was being interrogated.

He didn't look at Ludwig, not even out of the corner of his eye.

He just used his sense of hearing, his sense of touch, and his fingers on the table to feel the vibrations caused by Ludwig's finger tapping.

—the way she expressed her emotions at that time.

Her emotions ranged from anxiety when she heard him say "Japanese social literature", to deep thought, and then to calmness.

He collected the information he wanted with aplomb.

And when Ludwig sorted out his memories, he quietly recorded a certain frequency.