[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

If I admit, I yearn for a life full of ups and downs and excitement, and I yearn for a dangerous road that could kill me at any time...

Well, we are the same people.

……

"So, your accusation against me is really..." Inexplicable.

But this sentence, Ludwig stopped in the middle of speaking.

She looked down Sherlock's pant legs.

The sides of his shoes, which were always smooth, were stained with grass clippings and mud, and a few strands of yarn were also caught on the expensive suit pants.

……

There was no trace of her leaving along the avenue at the door, and the strength of the weed fibers being bent showed that she went to a secluded place where no one was.

He didn't find the person he was looking for, and she wasn't where she should be.

For a second, the counterattack methods of all the murderers who were cornered and cornered began to turn in their minds since the Middle Ages.

The path is too curved and the trees obscure the view.

So he hurried through the shortcut covered by bushes, and finally at the end of a winding path, beside the dark lake, he saw a vivid figure that made him unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

……

Ludwig opened his eyes wide and looked at the subtle mess on Sherlock's body. For a moment, his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember all the stories about Sherlock Holmes.

Then, there was a long silence.

Calm, rational, and never stop for any emotion... She has been worshiping since she was seven or eight years old, the Reichenbach hero Sherlock Holmes.

From the illustrated version, to the full translation, and then to the original English version.

There was a part of the indifferent and firm image on the altar like a clay sculpture, in her mind, like a sand table that had lost moisture and weathered, it collapsed bit by bit and turned into dust.

...Fuck, this image collapse is the same as the gold crash in [-]!You can't get it back even if you fish it!

Mr. Drama, have all the stocks you bought dived?The leading actor is ooc!

Probably because she was silent for too long, Sherlock waited for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Too much?"

Ludwig raised his head in a daze: "What?"

Sherlock, walking in front of her, glanced back, frowning at the look on her face:

"The sentence you didn't finish just now, what's wrong with my accusation against you?"

Mottled tree shadows fell unevenly on his indifferent face, and his smoky irises, in the ambiguous light and shadow, seemed to be floating in haze.

Ludwig stared blankly at his face, and suddenly smiled.

It is like honeysuckle flowers blooming in winter, and like water flowing slowly in the sun, shining with golden light.

"...It's so touching."

Because I feel at last that you are a living being, not just a pale name on a page, but a grumpy, conceited Sherlock Holmes who looks for her when she's gone.

Hearing the unexpected answer, Sherlock subconsciously tightened his hands in his pockets.

He looked forward and said in a cold and awkward tone:

"The logic is too confusing, this is not what you meant to say - it doesn't match your previous accusation against me."

"I like this kind of divine logic, and my accusation is not wrong. You have no right to say that about me...I said, you are not in a hurry to reincarnate, can't you go slower?"

Ludwig tugged on the sleeve of Sherlock's coat, motioning him to walk slowly, just revealing his shirt cuffs inside.

...Hey, where are the buttons?Why did the button of the shirt fall off?

Sherlock didn't speak, and walked faster, exuding the aura of "stay away from strangers".

Ludwig looked at Sherlock's loose cuffs, and was silent for two seconds, before he had time to think about it, those thoughts that were ups and downs in his heart trotted to keep up with his footsteps.

She reached out and poked Sherlock's back: "Hey, are you really angry? My words are a bit heavy, I said..."

Before the word "sorry" could be uttered, Sherlock turned his head quickly and said in surprise: "The stupid thing is that you are not me, it is your large area of ​​brain damage that needs to be repaired urgently, why should I be angry?"

Ludwig: "..."

She took a deep breath, resisted the urge to turn her head away, and poked Sherlock's back again, but this time it was slightly harder, and she poked it with the tip of her nail.

"Would you like to hear it or not, I'm just a bit territorial, not targeting you... You will come to me, which is beyond my expectation... I said, can you walk slower!"

Ludwig finally couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled hard with his hand, Sherlock couldn't stop the car for a moment, so Mr. Holmes was honored...with his shoulders half exposed.

Sherlock stopped, half of his coat slipping off his arm.He turned his head slowly, looking at Ludwig with a righteous face.

Confident Ludwig: "So what I want to say is... thank you for coming to me, you are really a good British roommate, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock pulled up his coat, adjusted his neckline, and said delicately, "This is how you express your gratitude?"

"...You don't have to be too moved."

Ludwig smiled slightly:

"I've always been so warm and understanding."

Sherlock couldn't bear to look, turned and left.

However, he slowed down so that Ludwig could follow him more easily.

As he walked, he said lightly:

"Beforehand, I have no expectations for your observation skills... Didn't you say that you made important discoveries, what did you discover?"

"Two points...but I haven't studied criminal psychology, so it may not be accurate."

Ludwig's expression became solemn:

"Number one, the piano was delivered to the Covent Garden Theater at dusk... It's probably not a coincidence that sunset has special meaning for Jiro Uehara."

Sherlock frowned: "Sunset?"

"I always feel that Uehara Jiro likes to give special meaning to the details in his life... This may be a sequela of acting too much."

Ludwig stepped on the thick fallen leaves on the ground, and the small semicircular leaves creaked under his feet.

There are always some trees that like to lose their hair like crazy in spring, such as Chinese camphor trees.

"You see, he buys books because the titles correspond to his own life, he picks the Casablanca lily because the flowers represent 'death', 'silent love' and 'May'...and he picks this remote place to read , because you can see the sunset here.”

Sherlock tilted his head: "Is this what he told you?"

Ludwig stroked his chin with his index finger:

"Well, he said that in the theater only the clock tower and the sunset can be seen from here..."

Sherlock said quietly: "Do you still remember when that German pianist named Schmidt committed suicide by jumping into the sea?"

Ludwig: "Not at all, but if you ask... at sunset?"

Sherlock paused, apparently the two of them didn't think of a point:

"It was half a month ago——Anna Takemura rented the house half a month ago, and Schmidt committed suicide by jumping into the sea half a month ago...I have asked Lestrade to negotiate with the German government to search for Schmidt The photocopies will be available tomorrow."

"You mean, you think Schmidt's suicide by jumping into the sea has something to do with Sakuma Saiko's murder?"

Ludwig felt that IQ was not enough.

"But what does that have to do with 'sunset'?"

"Don't you even check the data? ... Oh, I forgot, you insist on not using mobile phones and computers, and pursuing a primitive life without signal."

Sherlock gave an "oh" and said without hesitation:

"I'll buy you a cell phone after finishing this case—it's a must."

Ludwig was too lazy to argue with Sherlock on this topic: "Schmidt's relationship with Sunset, sir."

"Schmidt's famous song is Sonnenuntergang, an old-fashioned metric work-if your reasoning is verified, it can prove that Schmidt's death has something to do with this murder."

He looked at Ludwig's confused face, and unconsciously added:

"Sonnenuntergang - German, sunset - but 'sunset' is still only your guesswork, and until you find evidence to support it, you can't say anything."

"I know."

Ludwig nodded knowingly:

"As for the second point...it's not that I don't believe you, but I still think that Jiro Uehara is not the murderer."

Sherlock reached out and pulled away a low branch above his head that blocked his way: "No, he's the murderer."

Ludwig sneaked under his arm sensitively: "When I was talking to him, he said this..."

She thought about it carefully:

"...he said, 'I was concerned about this before, but it doesn't matter anymore, Xiangzi doesn't care about it'."

Ludwig said: "If he is the murderer, and if you said that you don't care about being found out, why do you imply to me that the murderer is someone else?"

Sherlock pursed his lips: "Is this the original sentence?"

Ludwig: "Of course, you have to trust my memory."

"A good word?"

"That's a good word."

Sherlock was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I said something when we turned the third turn... What do you think of this sentence?"

Ludwig was inexplicable: "How can I remember what you said so much?"

On such a crooked path, she even forgot where the third bend was, so how could she remember what Sherlock said?

Sherlock grimaced and said nothing.

Ludwig: "Slow down! Slow down! Just now I wanted to praise you for your excellent speed, why are you walking fast again?"

Sherlock was silent for a while, before speaking firmly: "I can only tell you this, your second reasoning is basically correct, but Jiro Uehara is still the murderer."

Ludwig trotted all the way to keep up with Sherlock:

"If my reasoning is correct, how could Uehara Jiro be the murderer? It's impossible for him not to know that he is the murderer."

Sherlock said coldly: "There are only so many explanations...every one of my explanations is charged. Since you always fill your limited brain capacity with some irrelevant words, I decided to take back your free rights temporarily. "

Ludwig: "..."

How did she provoke him again?Dare Mr. Holmes' girlish heart not to turn around so much!

Following Sherlock's footsteps, they walked out of the winding path and came to the brightly lit but silent main road.

On the dark blue, velvet and satin-like sky, there are many stars, as if someone accidentally knocked over a fluorescent powder box.

The huge Mulberry signboard is still on, and there are a variety of men's and women's bags in the window, and the dolls with dull eyes are dressed in bright clothes and stand on the wool carpet sprinkled with small pearls.

Ludwig involuntarily slowed down—end of April, beginning of May, her birthday was approaching.

Her birthday is not important, what is important is that it means that Le Shiwei's birthday is coming soon - their birthdays, coincidentally, are on the same day.

Should she think about what gift to buy for Le Shiwei?

——Meow meow, it costs money again, Le Shiwei, why did you have to be born?What a waste of national GDP.

"Do you want to buy this bag?"

While she was staring at the window in a daze, a low and melodious voice suddenly came from behind.Mr. Holmes, who had already walked to the front, turned his head and found that his roommate was lost again, so he had to turn back again.

Ludwig looked up to see Sherlock's face reflected in the window.

He bent down slightly to look at the bags placed in the window.From Ludwig's point of view, the two faces seemed to stick together.

"No." She turned around resolutely: "I don't want to buy it at all. Although the appearance is okay, the internal quality is too bad, and the price is completely asymmetrical... I hate sheepskin."

"If you want anything, you can tell me."

Sherlock followed her with a relaxed tone:

"You are now my assistant and can use my card as you like - that's what I promised."

Ludwig's left ear is empty, and the small dark green emerald with silver threads on his right ear does not match the modern London streets.

Sherlock stared at her ear: "Of course, you can tell me other things... For example, if you are sleepy and want to go back, don't tell Lestrade quietly, he won't accompany you home."

Sherlock added as if remembering something again: "After all, like a spinning machine, overuse will speed up your depreciation and shorten your useful life."

Ludwig: "..."