[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

After hearing about Yunu, to Ludwig's surprise, Anna Takemura did not refute violently, but calmed down.

The panicked look disappeared from her face.

She leaned back on the chair, folded her arms, showing a somewhat lazy posture.

She looked at Ludwig with a strange arc at the corner of her mouth.

After a while, Lestrade found the voice in shock:

"You mean... Sakuma Xiangzi subconsciously regards herself as...a man?"

Unacceptable, unbelievable——Sakuma Xiangzi, such a charming beauty, her eyes are like two black pearls raised in a silver plate, and her hair is like seaweed.

If you can get her kiss, the iron tower will also fall.

There are countless people who have fallen under her singing voice, and there have always been scandals.

The passionate Carmen, the noble Anna Karenina, the innocent and kind-hearted Izu dancer—who would have expected that her inner appearance would be so embarrassing?

Sherlock broke the condensed atmosphere in the interrogation room impatiently:

"Oh, Lestrade, don't act like you haven't taken a psychology course—Gender Identity Disorder, gender identity disorder, the rate is as high as [-] in [-], and you can meet several on a street."

Lestrade: ...But they are not beauties, and their visual impact is different.

Sherlock turns to Anna Takemura:

"If my guess is correct, the moment she really confirmed her gender barrier was five years ago, when you performed "Carmen" in Thailand."

Anna Takemura smiled slightly, without any panic on her face:

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

His eyes are calm and his temperament is calm.

Compared with the previous attitude of tearing up at every turn, he was a different person.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes:

"No, you understand—in your last interrogation, you told me that Xiangzi Sakuma's expression was struggling when she asked you not to take off the bracelet—this is a subconscious psychological suggestion, and you subconsciously reject this fact."

After being reminded like this, Ludwig remembered that when Anna Takemura said this, her expression was first struggling, then ridiculed, and then indifferent.

At first, she thought that these changes in expression were due to Sherlock, but now that she thinks about it... these are her emotions towards Xiangzi Sakuma.

Sherlock turned around with big strides, and the windbreaker brushed past Ludwig's hand.

"You are a good actor, but you are not a good criminal, because you are not careful enough, and you missed two points. These two points gave me an opportunity to discover the truth."

He approached Anna Takemura step by step, his thin lips were like a blade, cutting out the truth bit by bit:

"First point, the bracelet on your hand was given to you by Sakuma Xiangzi five years ago. Second point, your so-called fiancé started dating five years ago-you don't love him, but you have always Being with him—I have to suspect that this is a cover, targeting the dead."

"Based on this? Do you judge that there is a relationship between the two?"

Anna Takemura smiled contemptuously.

She stared at Sherlock, couldn't help laughing, but lifted her skirt with one hand.

Using two fingers, lazily and alluringly, she took out a slender cigarette case wrapped around her thighs from the edge of her stockings.

The lady's Marlboro long cigarette is only a few millimeters shorter than the cigarette case.

There were only two cigarettes in the box, and it seemed that he was not very addicted to cigarettes.The slender white smoke is called the black cigarette case, which has a different kind of elegance.

Ludwig stared at the cigarette case, frowning.

She remembered.

——Isn't this the same style of cigarette case as Jiro Uehara used last time?

Anna Takemura was willing to cover up the murder for Jiro Uehara. With their relationship, there seemed to be nothing wrong with using the same cigarette case.

It's just...why does it feel like something important has been missed by her?

Lestrade coughed: "Miss, smoking is not allowed in the interrogation room."

Anna Takemura lit the female cigarette, held it between her fingertips, and leaned against the cold wooden chair, as if sitting on a sofa in a palace.

She raised her face and blew a smoke ring at Sherlock ambiguously.

Talking to Lestrade, looking at Sherlock.

"You are not qualified to tell me the rules, officer... because you have never followed the rules from the beginning to the end."

Sherlock's face was hidden in the pale blue smoke.

Being provoked and teased by Anna Takemura, the expression on his face was still rock-like, motionless.

Lestrade touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

"I understand."

Sherlock suddenly smiled.

"I always thought that because you were jealous of Sakuma Saiko's artistic talent, you kept pestering her men to gain psychological balance."

He supported the armrest of Anna Takemura's chair with both hands, and his slender body bent down.

In a normal posture, he kept a certain distance, not even touching the corner of Anna Takemura's clothes.

However, it is so sexy.

"Actually, it's not you who are pestering her man, but she is pestering yours..."

With eyes as deep as glazed glass, he looked straight at the woman who was as gorgeous as peaches and plums below him.

“…She keeps going on and on, partly to cover up her gender identity disorder — and partly because she can’t bear the intimacy of these people with you.”

Ludwig's eyes followed Sherlock's reasoning unconsciously - just like everyone else present.

Whether it's those who hate him or those who admire him.

When Sherlock turned on reasoning mode, they couldn't do anything but marvel.

In Sherlock's narration, she finally connected the scattered clues together.

Carmen, bracelets, cigarette cases, emeralds.

The deceased was involved in gossip, but he had a close and contradictory relationship with every gossip object.

In the notebook, when taking a photo with Anna Takemura, Sakuma Xiangzi had an unnatural expression.

And... At the beginning of the case, Mr. Leibo was so calm when he heard that he was cuckolded by his wife.

——After all, they are husband and wife, and it is impossible for Sakuma Xiangzi to hide it from Lei Bo. He knows that it is impossible for his wife to cuckold him.

only……

only……

...Mr. Holmes, do you realize that the current posture is man on top of woman!

Really, it's too ambiguous!

Can't bear it!Must pull away!

Handsome guys and beautiful women can't be more compatible, Dr. Watson, your rival in love is full of skills!

She brushed back her messy long hair, which accidentally caught the earrings on her ears.

She simply took off the small dark green jadeite earrings and threw them on the table casually.

...Hey, Mr. Holmes, what are you still doing there?for what?Waiting for someone to pull your shirt?

……

Anna Takemura raised her head, covered by the man's broad arms, looked at the handsome face of the man close at hand from bottom to top, and smiled.

"how exciting."

Her tone was admiring, but her expression was completely different.

"You have a great voice, great looks and a great body—but most importantly, a rich imagination."

She looked Sherlock up and down:

"Do you want to consider acting? I know a few friends who make movies, and I can recommend you."

Sherlock straightened up, undisturbed by her sarcasm, and continued:

"And the source of all this is that five years ago, she reversed Don Jose in "Carmen" and played a couple with you, but because of this, she made a fake show for real."

Anna Takemura brought the cigarette close to her lips, half swallowing and half spitting:

"I said, I don't understand what you're talking about... I have an obligation to cooperate with the interrogation, but I am not obliged to face accusations without evidence."

She had a leisurely look on her face, without any concealment, obviously saying to Sherlock——

You hit all the boxes, congratulations.

But unfortunately - for each of these, you have no proof.

……

She turned to Lestrade, speaking flippantly.

Ludwig almost couldn't remember how weak she was when she shed tears before she spoke.

"Judging from the tone of this gentleman, it seems that he regards me as a criminal suspect... So I must remind you, officer, that I have an alibi."

Sherlock said quietly:

"This is indeed the trickiest part, but please believe that even the most perfect technique will have flaws."

Anna Takemura crossed her slender legs, looked at Sherlock with her head tilted, and waved the cigarette in her hand indifferently.

"is it?"

……

Ludwig sat next to Lestrade and yawned sleepily.

His eyes were almost closed, but he still insisted on listening to Sherlock's interrogation one after another.

The interrogation was brilliant, and she definitely didn't want to fuck it out of boredom.

It's just that she is really tired today.If you don't go to rest, I'm afraid Mr. Holmes will carry her to the scene tomorrow.

She stood up, afraid of disturbing the interrogation, she poked Lestrade's shoulder with her finger, and whispered in his ear, "Inspector, I'm going back first."

Lestrade looked at her eyes that were flushed red from the boil, feeling a little unbearable:

"There is a door behind, you go back first...it's too late, I'll ask Donovan to see you off."

"No need, I'll go by myself."

She quietly left the seat, not wanting to disturb Sherlock.

When she had already reached the door, Sherlock suddenly stopped the continuous high-intensity interrogation:

"where are you going?"

Ludwig looked at Sherlock who would stop to solve the case in surprise:

"Go back to sleep...you don't have to worry about me, go ahead."

Sherlock raised his hand and looked at his watch, then paused:

"Wait a minute, it's over in half an hour."

Ludwig said plainly:

"Forget it, you won't rest until you figure out the case, and I can't help you much anyway, just do your own thing."

Before Sherlock could say anything else, she smiled slightly, said goodbye, opened the door and walked out.

In the interrogation room, Sherlock watched the door shut as she left.

For a second, miraculously, nothing was going through Sherlock's mind.

Then, turning his head, he said to Lestrade:

"Look at the list I sent you this afternoon. I have already used your name to ask Plains to go to an apartment in Birmingham to collect evidence..."

"...I told you not to hack into my phone system and send text messages again!"

Lestrade growled lowly, then said gravely:

"Sherlock, I know you want to follow up, but can you wait to get into a relationship and solve the case first..."

Unmoved, Sherlock turned his head absently:

"Oh, Lestrade, your salary exceeds 70.00% of the people in London, at least you can handle a case yourself..."

Lestrade lowered his voice:

"The Japanese domestic media has already begun to play up this case. We must find the murderer as soon as possible... This is also related to Mycroft, so I will help you brother, Sherlock."

"You know, it's not my concern—and he doesn't need my help with such little things."

Sherlock said indifferently, there was no room for negotiation.

He glanced again at the door that Ludwig had left, and stood up.

Anna Takemura was sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette with her head down, as if she didn't notice all this.

The middle-aged police officer, accustomed to his "irresponsible" behavior, didn't even look at him.

However, just when Lestrade had given up, Sherlock, who had already stood up, added in a low voice:

"...Tomorrow at the latest, I will give you evidence."

He hurried through the interrogation room, only took two steps, and then walked back backwards.

He picked up the emerald earrings that Ludwig dropped casually on the table, put them under the light, and stared at them for two seconds.

Afterwards, he put the lone earring into the palm of his hand and put it in his coat pocket.

Lestrade stared at Sherlock's back as he hurriedly pushed the door away.

After a while, touching his chin, he smiled softly.

The author has something to say: Matsuo Basho does not have translation problems. The Japanese nobles at that time all wrote in Chinese, and the funny comparison is just because... spoof

However, Murasaki Shikibu's "The Tale of Genji" is written in Japanese, because Murasaki Shikibu is a female paper O(∩_∩)O