[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig didn't take the main road, but took a random path in the same direction, hidden in the bushes.

The deeper you go, the more weeds grow.

She walked nonchalantly along the solitary, gloomy lane behind the theater in Covent Garden.

It doesn't matter if you don't know the way, as long as the way is still there, you can always go out.

The cool wind blows at night, and most of the sleepiness is woken up.

In the tall bushes, the lights of the Thames can be seen faintly.

Not far away, there is a small lake surrounded by wild willow trees, and there is a faint figure in the depths of dense weeds.

Sitting on the ground, the posture is romantic.

The man was wearing a smoky gray bathrobe, leaning against an old willow.

There is also an old-fashioned classical lantern at hand.

When Ludwig approached him, he realized that he was reading a book by the light of a portable lamp.

She unconsciously lightened her steps:

"Uehara...Mr. Jiro?"

……

The lights were dim.

Foreign country.

The same man from the ancient East, under the willow tree, raised his head.

He nodded slightly and closed the book in his hand:

"Miss Ludwig."

Ludwig smiled, weighed the escape routes around him, put his hands on the hem of his skirt, and sat down beside him.

"Why are you reading in such a remote place?"

He smiled: "We are restricted in movement, and in the Covent Garden Theatre, only the church bell tower and here can see the most beautiful sunset."

Her heart skipped a beat—the piano that carried Sakuma Xiangzi's body was delivered just as the sun was about to set.

"It's so emotional... Does the sunset have any special meaning?"

She asked calmly, but Jiro Uehara just smiled.

She put her hands behind her back, turned her head to look at Uehara Jiro, and pulled up the homework:

"My oriental name and surname are Li. According to your Japanese habits, you can call me Li Chan."

Jiro Uehara: "Why 'Lee'?"

Ludwig said with a smile:

"Because I like Lao Tzu Li Er, I like it so much, I want to put my name on his surname."

"Crowned... his surname?" He hung down: "It is indeed a very beautiful thing."

The wind blew through the long hair, and the fragrance of grass and leaves wafted from a distance.

Ludwig imitated him leaning against the willow tree, tilting his head slightly, and he could see the profile of Mr. Uehara Jiro.

Just like Natsume Takashi, delicate and noble, with a strong scholarly atmosphere.

She likes men with a bookish aura.

Even though, this man just used cruel methods to kill the woman he loved so much.

She raised her head and looked at the tiny clouds in the sky illuminated by the stars.

"I've been to Japan before - the long tunnel through the county border is the Snow Country, and the sky and the earth are white."

Uehara Jiro reopened the book, turned a page, and said:

"This is the description in "Snow Country", right?"

Ludwig shrugged, without the shame of being caught:

"Well, I haven't been... I've only read Japanese novels."

"Moths die on the window sills, the white thatch blooms all over the mountains, and the black wooden roofs are covered by winter snow..."

Speaking of the vegetation in his hometown, Jiro Uehara had a faint smile on his lips:

"This is Uda River in winter, and Xiangzi is from Jing'an County... She must never have imagined that in the end, her life would end in a foreign country."

Ludwig lowered his eyes:

"Mr. Uehara Jiro, although it is a bit abrupt, I really want to know..."

She casually said:

"Who do you think killed Ms. Xiangzi Sakuma?"

Uehara Jiro's narrow and long Danfeng eyes, without waves:

"I also cared about this issue before, but now these are no longer important...Xiangzi, I don't care about these."

He said calmly:

"Remember Ye Zi in "Snow Country"? She jumped from the second floor...Because she lost her life, she gained freedom."

Ludwig paused: "Do you really believe that the freedom brought about by death is freedom?"

"Why not?"

Jiro Uehara turned another page of the book, and the sound of rubbing pages was especially obvious in the silent night:

"Wherever Xiangzi is... I'm always with her. Whether she lives or dies, that doesn't change at all."

...If he hadn't heard Shylock's reasoning before, Ludwig would really believe that he was not the one who killed him, but a man who was sadly missed by the loss of his lover.

but……

Ludwig: "The people in your troupe seem to have a good relationship. It's hard for me to imagine that someone would do such a cruel thing to someone close to him."

"People's emotions are the most unpredictable."

He sighed softly:

"Xiangzi is a very capricious person, she did something wrong - I think, probably somewhere, God wants her to make atonement."

Ludwig frowned deep in the willow shadow.

…… According to Mr. Holmes' reasoning, Jiro Uehara didn't care much about being discovered by the police as a murderer.

Because all his alibi were owned by Anna Takemura unilaterally covering up for him.

Then, how could he suggest to her so naturally and smoothly that the murderer was someone else?

Is there something hidden in the whole case?

Jiro Uehara paused for a while, then suddenly said:

"If the murderer is someone close to Xiangzi... Aren't you afraid, Miss Ludwig."

He turned his head and stared at Ludwig with black pearl eyes.

Here is the end of a secluded path where the bushes are taller than a man's head.

Such a big lake, very few people will come here.

What's more, the shadows of the trees are lush, and their position is exactly in the dark corner of the trees.

……

Jiro Uehara spoke softly:

"Because, I could be the murderer too, can't I?"

Ludwig looked back at him, his brain froze for a moment.

After a while, she smiled slightly, raised her chin, and said forcefully:

"Why should I be afraid? From a philosophical point of view, the thing that is not certain is that there is nothing."

She raised her eyebrows:

"So even if you kill me in the next second, it will be the next second, and the next second does not exist, and it cannot affect my decision in the last second."

Thanks to the fallacy of the great philosopher Li Sanque...

She couldn't say that she couldn't help but strike up a conversation because he looked like Natsume Takashi...

And...criminal minds and so on, it's really itchy.

Jiro Uehara lowered his eyes, held a pencil in one hand, and drew a sentence on the book.

Ludwig approached Uehara Jiro: "Is this... the original Spanish book?"

"Well, I bought it from a nearby bookstore."

Uehara Jiro touched the title page of the book, where the title was printed in gold.

"At that time, when I saw the title of this book on the bookshelf, it was as if I saw the final ending of my own life."

... the final outcome?

Ludwig read the title again, trying to make out the familiar letters:

"Laspersonascaen? ... I don't speak Spanish well, what does that mean?"

Uehara Jiro just opened his mouth, but failed to give an explanation.

Because, Ludwig's shoulder was suddenly grasped forcefully.

Immediately afterwards, Sherlock's indifferent tone sounded behind her:

"I was looking for you for 57 minutes and [-] seconds, but you are... chatting with someone?"

"How did you come?"

Ludwig was startled: "The interrogation is over?"

"I said it will be over soon."

"You clearly said that there is still half an hour before the end."

Sherlock turned his head to look at the mist floating in the shade:

"Time can be infinitely compressed - you should tell me you're sleepy, then we'll be out."

He added with a deadpan expression:

"Also, this way you don't have to say you're sleepy and leave me alone in the interrogation room and then waste time here in the middle of the night talking back-to-back about the ending of your life."

Ludwig: "..."

I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes spoke too quickly. She heard him blablabla before she could catch a word.

She stood up, patted the grass clippings on her skirt, turned to Mr. Jiro Uehara and said:

"Someone is here to pick me up...so goodbye, Mr. Jiro Uehara."

Uehara Jiro raised his head, his eyes were calm, and the shimmering waves reflected in his eyes.

After a while, he bid farewell lightly:

"Goodbye, Miss Ludwig."

……

Ludwig and Sherlock walked side by side on the path, their footsteps rarely in unison.

After they turned around the willow forest, Ludwig saw an expression similar to "angry" on Sherlock's face for the first time.

"Vichy."

There was no expression on his face, his tone was blunt, almost indifferent:

"I don't speculate without sufficient evidence, so when I say 'he is very likely to be the murderer', it means that he must be the murderer."

Ludwig nodded: "Of course I believe, so?"

"so?"

Sherlock quickened his pace and walked in front of her, giving a mocking "ha".

"So he is the murderer, at least one of the murderers... Judging from the pinch marks on the identification photo, he pinched Sakuma Saiko for at least 15 minutes—until she stopped struggling completely."

Sherlock's tone was unbelievably soft, almost twice as fast as he usually speaks:

"And after that, he threw Sakuma's head on the glass, and the sharp glass almost pierced the dead man's brainstem..."

Ludwig: "I already knew that..."

Sherlock turned so suddenly that Ludwig almost ran into his arms.

"...You know? You know but meet him alone in a quiet place, talking and laughing?...Should I praise you for using all your brains on blind courage?"

"I just met him by chance, not alone."

Ludwig frowned, then smiled:

"Don't be angry, sir, I promise, I haven't disclosed any information that shouldn't be disclosed, and it will definitely not affect you, and I still have important discoveries..."

It was just her smile, which was quickly frozen by the icy look on Sherlock's face:

"Won't it affect me? No, Vichy, you have already affected me."

Under his calm tone, there is a dangerous undercurrent:

"With the experience of killing the first time, the second time will be much easier. As long as you show a little clue, he may push you into the lake, or strangle you like Sakuma Shouko..."

Having said that, he suddenly stopped talking, his chest heaved obviously, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Ludwig was also stunned.

Slowly, she reacted:

"Are you, worried about me?"

Sherlock turned around, with his back to her, half of his side face was inhumanly indifferent:

"Of course I'm not worried about you, I'm just ashamed of the low-level mistakes you made..."

"It's better not to worry about me, because then I can talk straight."

Ludwig interrupted him:

"Sir, I have considered what you said before I greeted him... I have my own judgment. Even if IQ is not as good as yours, I can at least be responsible for my own life."

Ludwig took two steps forward, beside him:

"First, I didn't affect the case, so it's not negligent of duty. Second, you are not my family member, nor my boyfriend. Whether I live or die is my own business—what is your position for accusing me?" ?”

From... what standpoint?

Sherlock's hands were in his pockets.

In the palm, the emerald earrings that can't be covered with heat, are icy and cool against the skin, leaving imprints due to the strength of the grip.

Ludwig continued quietly:

"I thought you understood this feeling—knowing the danger, you still couldn't help walking over it...Mr. Holmes, don't you yourself?"