[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Anna Takemura carefully considered her words this time before she spoke:

"Mr. Kawayama is very fond of haiku, and Mr. Sakuma also likes it very much. They especially like Mr. Matsuo Basho's haiku."

Lestrade asked Sherlock in a low voice, "Matsuo Basho? Is it a kind of plantain?"

Sherlock: "It's not Basho, it's a man named Basho, a haikushi in the Edo period, known in the East as a haiku sage—but sorry, I don't think the sage of Eastern literature has even a straw in his head. "

Lestrade: "... I'm discussing literature with Sherlock Holmes? ... Oh God, this is so fantastical, can I share it with Mycroft?"

Sherlock drew out the tone sarcastically:

"No, he obviously knew about it before you did. Believe me, even the desk at Scotland Yard is Mycroft's eyeliner."

Lestrade: "..."

And when Ludwig heard "Matsuo Basho", he silently... sprayed.

Emma, ​​Matsuo Basho?

Is it Matsuo Basho who wrote the "Old Friends Don't Come and Get Up" that have been passed down through the ages, and "The Frog Jumped into the Pond with a Plop"?

She was very interested in the opera of the legendary woman Xiangzi Sakuma, but now... she suddenly didn't want to listen to it.

You must not laugh!

Anna Takemura's eyes were still wet, but she smiled slightly:

"The teacher often reads the poems written by those great poets in ancient Japan... This is the source of her inspiration. She often said that people who have not learned music will not love poems."

Ludwig, who had calmed down:

No, you are wrong, Mr. Holmes is also a genius in music, but he has no love for literature at all.

—Of course, it’s better for him not to love.

He would frighten her to death just by flipping through Japanese literature now and then.

Lestrade: "You were by Sakuma's side at the time, did you notice anything unusual about that letter, did Sakuma's reaction differ from usual?"

Anna Takemura: "It's not the same. The letter only contains Mr. Matsuo Basho's famous line... under the tree shredded pork, on the vegetable soup, cherry blossom petals falling."

Lestrade: "..."

Ludwig: "...poof."

Mom, I'm sorry, I still laughed...

Lestrade asked Sherlock in a low voice with a serious expression:

"Given that your current literary accomplishments are extraordinary...do you understand what this poem about shredded pork and vegetable soup and cherry blossoms is trying to express?"

Sherlock was expressionless: "No, I didn't understand at all."

Lestrade: "I'm glad there's something you don't understand at all... Vichy, do you know what that means?"

I?Of course I know, isn't it just to show the life of the Iga people, and it's all written in the book.

But on the face of it, Ludwig was just innocent and said:

"Maybe the person who wrote the poem was hungry? But because too many cherry blossoms floated into the soup and couldn't drink it, so I felt so depressed?"

Lestrade: "... Please be serious, I just want to know if this poem has anything to do with this case."

This time, Sherlock said with certainty, "No."

...The content of their conversation was so amusing, but in the eyes of Anna Takemura, who couldn't hear the content, it was just a few police officers with cold faces who had a serious conversation.

So, at least on the surface, she was nervous.

"Hold... sorry, is there something wrong with this poem?"

"There's nothing wrong with poetry."

Lestrade didn't ask Sherlock why, but directly believed his conclusion.

"Do you have any impression of the paper used to write a letter? Is there a time limit for the exchange of letters between them..."

"Is this one?"

Sherlock interrupted Lestrade, directly pulled out a piece of paper from his coat pocket, threw it aside and spread it on the table.

Ludwig opened his eyes slightly in surprise——

Was it not the score which Mr. Holmes had studied this evening, when he and she were in the taxi to Birmingham?

There was an ink mark like a plum blossom next to the score, which she remembered very well.

……

but now……

Eh?

What about the sheet music?Where did the sheet music go?

Why are there only a few lines of poetry left on the letter paper?

Lestrade: "Isn't this locked in the temporary evidence room? How did you get it, Sherlock?! I specially changed the lock with the latest structure! Whoever locked the door today stood up..."

"Don't look for it, the door is locked."

Sherlock said flatly:

"It's just the same as having no locks-you have been working on collecting all kinds of locks, and those collections you carefully put in the office, I can open eleven in ten seconds."

"Don't say this during the interrogation video, you don't care I don't care."

Lestrade lowered his voice with a pale face, and said in Sherlock's ear:

"It's because of your behavior of 'opening eleven locks in ten seconds' that I broke the Liverpool child kidnapping case, but I didn't get promoted at all."

Sherlock said calmly: "Liverpool child kidnapping? Are you sure you broke the case?"

Lestrade: "..."

Anna Takemura: "I'm sorry to interrupt your discussion... May I continue to answer now?"

Lestrade: "Of course, please go ahead."

Anna Takemura: "There is a plum blossom-shaped ink stain next to the letter paper. I remember it very clearly because it was not caused by accident. This is Mr. Kawayama's mark, and it is on every letter he wrote to the teacher."

Hearing this, Sherlock abruptly interrupted the question Lestrade wanted to ask:

"Is it in all his letters, or only in his letters to the dead?"

Anna Takemura: "Nowadays, few people communicate in such an ancient way as letters. As far as I know, Mr. Chuanshan only writes letters to the teacher, because the teacher once mentioned that she likes to write letters, which is a classical and slow way of communication. ..."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "How long have they been together?"

Anna Takemura: "...Why do you ask that suddenly? They are not together. Mr. Chuanshan has his own wife, and he and the teacher are just relatively close."

Sherlock: "Did Sakuma Xiangzi ever have a male friend in college whose relationship exceeded the limit of the natural development of friendship under objective conditions?"

Ludwig was embarrassed by Sherlock's long series of attributives.

... I knelt down, please say boyfriend directly, thank you.

Anna Takemura was taken aback for a moment:

"I don't know. I was accepted as a student by the teacher after I graduated from university."

Sherlock said impatiently:

"Such an obvious lie is a waste of my time... If you really met after you graduated, then why did your singing voice in the recording practice in junior high school be exactly the same as that of the deceased?"

Anna Takemura blinked slowly:

"Why...you have my practice recordings from junior high school?"

Sherlock turned around, turned his back to the light, and quickly pressed his phone a few times.

Then he smiled insincerely:

"Sorry, although you are locked, but your folder password configuration is too low-Also, I suggest you at least install an anti-remote setting."

Ludwig silently covered his face.

Anna Takemura stood up abruptly and took a step forward:

"I'm not a criminal suspect! I have an alibi! Excuse me, do you have a search warrant for unauthorized access to my computer?"

She raised her face, looked directly at Sherlock, and sneered:

"If not, then I will sue you for invasion of privacy."

Sherlock frowned as he looked at Anna Takemura's face close at hand.

...she was too close to him.

The smell of perfume mixed with too much Peruvian balsam is unpleasant.

But instead of backing away, he just held up his phone:

"Search warrant, electronic version."

He threw the phone to Ludwig, and a beautiful and thrilling arc landed on Ludwig's lap.

"Take it and make a copy for Lestrade."

Ludwig: ... Inspector Lestrade is right next door to her, why can't he just throw it to Lestrade?

Depressed, she turned on her phone and was startled.

The search warrant is real, but it's not from the police, but... directly authorized by the Cabinet Secretary of State.

The effective time is... 1 minute ago?Could it be when Mr. Holmes turned his back to play with his mobile phone just now?

I feel that the Minister of State is very idle, so I like the work efficiency of the Commonwealth government.

……

Anna Takemura took two steps back unsteadily, and sat down on the interrogation chair:

"Yes, we are not real teachers and students."

After a while, she said wearily, giving up resistance in front of Sherlock's powerful offensive.

"She accepted me as a student, more because she wanted to use this name to help me gain popularity-we studied vocal music from a teacher when we were young, but she was more talented than me...I didn't intend to deceive the public."

She twisted her fingers together and said with some uncertainty:

"As for the 'male friends whose relationship exceeds the limit of the natural development of friendship under objective conditions' you said later, I don't quite understand—do you mean boyfriend?"

Sherlock crossed his fingers and said indifferently:

"If you think a colloquial term is more accurate than a precise definition."

Anna Takemura: "...No, Sakuma doesn't have a boyfriend, she never lacks suitors, but she's never with them."

Sherlock stared straight at Anna Takemura: "So, what about you?"

……

Maybe Sherlock's eyes are too direct, his plus legs are too long, his figure is too attractive, and his appearance is too explosive.

When his attention is completely on you and looking at you intently, it will always give people some kind of ambiguous illusion.

Anna Takemura was taken aback, her eyes were a little random:

"Me? Sorry, I don't understand the need for this question...I mean, it doesn't seem to be relevant to the case...Why are you asking this question?"

Ludwig looked at her pityingly.

Girl, you misunderstood.

It's not wrong that you are beautiful, but you can't stand it. This is a corrupt drama, and the gender is wrong, so it can only be cannon fodder.

……

Sherlock: "You just have to answer."

Anna Takemura: "I have a boyfriend who studies law in my hometown, and we have been together for five years."

Sherlock smelled keenly again, something Ludwig and the others couldn't.

"Five years?"

"That's right, five years, the relationship is very stable, and I'm planning to get married at the end of the year, so..."

"No, your relationship is unstable and you have no plans to get married."

Sherlock moved his crossed index finger.

"You guys had a quarrel last week about a small issue. The specific reason was that he discovered the existence of your lover, and your lover, obviously—"

His expression was neither ironic nor contemptuous:

"—More than one, one of them is Leibo, the husband of the deceased, and the other is Chuanshan, the lover of the deceased. In addition, you also have a relationship with Erlang Uehara...extraordinary."

Anna Takemura sat slumped on a chair, staring blankly at her shoes.

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth: "This can be judged from the type of cosmetics in your handbag and your dressing style-do you need me to provide evidence?"

The bewildered Lestrade immediately said, "Of course."

Before the words fell, Anna Zhucun said: "No need."

Lestrade: "..."

Anna Takemura lowered her head, her hair covering her face.

"You are terrible... so terrible..."

She murmured:

"The people who live with you... must go crazy."

……

Ludwig almost nodded and shook her in his arms - sister, you understand my suffering!To live with someone who can guess the color of your underwear from the coat you're wearing today...

Not crazy, must be my nerves are too sensitive.

She closed her eyes, gathered her messy hair, and looked much refreshed.

"That's right, I was with Lei Bo-kun...but so what? Sakuma married him only for the funds in his hands. Even if she knew that I was with Lei Bo-kun, she wouldn't be sad .”

She paused:

"Having said that, Sakuma is not a materialistic woman. On the contrary, she has dedicated everything to her singing career... Now fewer and fewer people listen to operas, and in an opera, scripts, venues, costumes, lighting, Musical instruments—all need financial support, and Sakuma has no choice.”

Sherlock: "You don't need to speak for her while smearing her, your jealousy has been completely shown on your face."

Anna Takemura: "..."

In the next second, Sherlock suddenly asked a question that caught everyone off guard:

"Has Aoko Sakuma ever confessed to you?"

Anna Takemura: "...Officer, your questions are getting more and more outrageous. This is simply a personal attack."

Lestrade was a little overwhelmed by the sudden question:

"Sherlock, what is going on?"

Ludwig also looked at him eagerly.

Sherlock glanced at the eager Ludwig, and swallowed back the "no" that almost blurted out.

He opened his mouth lightly and gave a hint:

"Rain girl."

……

I see!It turned out to be so!

Ludwig was enlightened.

Lestrade looked at Ludwig following Sherlock's gaze: "Vichy, what's going on?"

Ludwig swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Do you still remember what Tsubaki Watanabe said about the legend of the rain girl?"

Lestrade nodded: "Remember, please continue."

Ludwig organized his language, facing the eyes of the whole room, and said:

"According to Tsubaki Watanabe's narrative, Sakuma Xiangzi did not dare to ride on a rainy day because she met Amame smiling at her at the station on a rainy night 15 years ago."

She looked at Anna Takemura and said uncomfortably:

"In Japanese legends, Amame appears on a rainy day and smiles at a passing man. If the two share an umbrella, the man will live in damp forever..."

She sighed:

"Have you noticed the important point?... Yunu's smiling objects are limited to men."

The author has something to say:

About Matsuo Basho in the article, in fact, Chun Jiu likes him very much, those two poems are spoofs, Matsuo Basho is in Chinese, but someone turned it up and down on the Internet, and it got messed up.