[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock has this ability. When he is silent, people think that he should speak, and when he speaks, people think that he should shut up.

She thought silently - tell you I'm sleepy?

No, I’ve actually said it before, more than once.

It's just that you never noticed it.

For example, sometimes I have already cut the ingredients, but you have to go out to eat.

For example, I just tidy up the room, and you mess it up the next second.

Another example, I have already said that I want to eat salmon sashimi, you still don't care to order hollandaise sauce and bisque.

……

I've said it so many times, so many times, and I don't want to repeat it.

Because of all this, you have never, never noticed it.

But she wouldn't say it so directly, she just smiled slightly, looked at the sky and said:

"The starry sky is beautiful, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock paused: "It's just atmospheric refraction, their principle is the same as that of dust shining in the air..."

"...I want to eat small cumin mushrooms tomorrow."

"Morning?"

"noon."

He reluctantly said, "Acceptable."

"Mr. Holmes..."

He interrupted her with a frown: "Vixi, as a cohabitant and a personal assistant, don't you think the form of surname plus honorific title is too long?"

"So what do you want me to call you? Sherlock? Or... Sherry?"

Ludwig couldn't help shivering:

"Forgive me...you should let me call you Mr. Holmes, my nerves are not so strong."

With his pockets in his pocket, Sherlock walked half a step behind Ludwig:

"I call you Vichy, according to the principle of reciprocity in the theory of human behavior, you should call me..."

Ludwig interrupted him as if he hadn't heard:

"We're going to the 24-hour convenience store later. There's no coffee tomorrow morning."

Sherlock: "Vichy, I'm talking about titles."

Ludwig didn't respond: "...and no more spaghetti."

Sherlock: "Call."

Ludwig turned his head to look at the street lights on the side of the road.

"White coffee? Black coffee?"

"... black coffee."

As a result, when Ludwig came out of the convenience store, in addition to coffee and pasta, he also bought pork, flour, yellow bud white, shiitake mushrooms and other things in large and small packages.

Sherlock stood waiting for her in front of the convenience store.

He looked at the things in Ludwig's hands, and said with disgust: "Beef is acceptable, why buy pork?"

"You are not a Muslim, why can't you eat pork?"

"Are you going to make pork chops? That's not a good idea."

"No, I plan to make dumplings, stuffed with mushrooms, cabbage and pork."

"Vichy, you are a Frenchman, why are you so obsessed with Chinese food? I only eat Chinese food..."

Ludwig interrupted him: "You are also British, why are you so obsessed with not eating British food? Sorry, if you don't like food, you can only go out to eat alone tomorrow night... Come on, take it. "

She forcefully stuffed two bags into Sherlock, without any displeasure on his face: "Are you still angry about the assistant?"

Ludwig said in surprise: "Of course I'm still angry... Don't you think I'm not angry anymore?"

"I've cut thirteen steaks."

Ludwig shrugged and smiled meaningfully:

"This is to teach you a lesson. Women hold grudges..."

So, dear Mr. Holmes, when you meet a good man in the future, please be sure to hold him firmly.

The light stretched her figure obliquely.

And Sherlock was standing in the deserted streets of London at midnight, for the first time in 20 years, carrying two huge plastic bags in his hands.

Ludwig was walking, and when he turned his head...huh?

Where is Mr. Holmes?

Oh, Mr. Holmes is across the street... eh?

How did he run across the street?

Sherlock walks into a... 24-hour convenience drugstore?

Ludwig hurried across the empty road and followed in for no apparent reason.

"……are you sick?"

"No."

Sherlock squinted his eyes and searched for what he wanted alphabetically on the medicine shelf, looking very unaccustomed to the chaotic arrangement of pharmacies.

Ludwig felt that he should rarely come to such an unprofessional place as a convenience pharmacy.

Do people need to come to the pharmacy?People have family doctors!

No...Mr. Holmes is already a doctor himself, and he is still an enhanced version. If you ask me who has better medical knowledge in London, ordinary doctors can't compare with him.

Sherlock quickly flicked through the names of various medicines, but found nothing.

He paused, as if he didn't know what to do next, so he shifted his gaze to Ludwig.

Ludwig was taken aback by Sherlock's inscrutable gaze.

"Don't look at me like that... I'm not a teller."

She looked back at Sherlock in bewilderment.

Suddenly, there was a "ding" in his brain, and Ludwig was so lucky that he understood what Sherlock meant.

She covered her face: "... Mr. Holmes, you don't know how to buy medicine in the pharmacy, do you?"

Sherlock's slender fingers tapped on the counter:

"Too inefficient way to obtain materials, I don't need to learn."

He said coldly: "And today was just an accident, it was too late... If there were other people buying medicine here, this situation would not have happened."

"Well, I understand. It turns out that when you buy things on the street, you always follow the gourds and paint the gourds. You learn and sell now... um..."

Ludwig was lying on the glass cabinet where the medicines were placed, his whole body shaking like a chaff sieve.

Sherlock turned his head angrily:

"If you laugh enough."

"Ah, ah, sorry hahaha...you are so cute...that..."

Ludwig raised his head, still covering his stomach with one hand, expressing that it was hard to hold back the laughter.

Then, she solved the problem of Sherlock Holmes, who stands at the top of human IQ, in a second.

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"Boss, buy medicine."

The boss was dozing off on the little red velvet armchair in the middle, when Ludwig howled and jumped up in shock.

His fat body squeezed through the middle of the container with difficulty, and said angrily:

"When you buy medicine at night, have your brains been taken away by the fuck?"

Ludwig: "..."

She wanted to say, what kind of shop do you open at night?Did the brain get the fuck away too?

But she wisely did not make such a beating behavior.

The shop owner leaned over the counter like an iron tower.

"What do you want, fucking say, finish talking, fucking go."

Ludwig: "..."

It hurts self-esteem!

Although standing next to Sherlock, who is so handsome, can't highlight her beauty at all, but...she is definitely a beauty, okay?

Treating me so coldly, you will definitely be fucked tonight!Uncle!

Sherlock didn't care about the boss's bad attitude at all.

He just squinted his eyes, bent down, and looked for something on the small shelf under the cash register.

It was a row of double-sided shelves with only one layer of partitions in the middle. The cashiers in the counter and the customers outside the counter could all get the items on the shelves.

The height is just to the waist of a person, and the shelves are full of anti-allergy medicine boxes the size of a palm.

On the surface, Sherlock was just scanning the pill boxes with his eyes, but from Ludwig's perspective, she could clearly see that Sherlock's hands were moving.

...Ludwig suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

The pharmacy owner said impatiently, "What the hell do you want?"

Sherlock's coat blocked his movements.

He straightened up nonchalantly, putting his hands in his pockets:

"Cyclopentyl perhydrophenanthrene derivatives, please provide all the varieties you can provide..."

Ludwig: "..."

The brutal boss: "..."

He frowned: "Since the composition ratio of finished medicines on the market is too outdated, with little effect and great side effects, I can only prepare it myself."

The latter sentence was addressed to Ludwig.

Ludwig stood aside with folded arms, thinking about a serious question——

Would she like to remind Mr. Holmes kindly-this is a convenience drug store, not the Oxford University Institute of Chemistry?

...Forget it, seeing Mr. Holmes and the pharmacy owner staring at each other, I feel inexplicably happy~

Since the boss didn't answer, Sherlock witty found that the other party didn't understand what he was saying at all.

Perhaps the things to buy are really important, he explained patiently:

"I assumed you had at least a modicum of expertise, so didn't take your narrow knowledge into account."

He changed to an explanation that he thought was easier to understand:

"To be precise...a fused tetracyclic compound composed of three six-carbon cyclohexanes and one five-carbon ring, the groups connected to their carbon skeletons can be..."

Ludwig: Kneel to Mr. Holmes!

He has found the crux of the problem, but he has not found the right solution at all!

Sir, it is God's grace that you are alive till now...

……

The pharmacy owner rolled his eyes skyward and roughly interrupted Sherlock's precise explanation.

"Are you fucking here to find fault, boy."

Sherlock said quietly:

"If your memory is fine, I'm here to find cyclopentyl perhydrophenanthrene derivatives."

"I don't fucking have that! So get the fuck out of my shop before you fucking piss me off."

Ludwig: "..."

Then the problem is coming.

Tell me, how many mothers does he have?

……

However, our smart heroine would not do such a stupid thing.

So she just grabbed Sherlock deftly, and said sorry to the pharmacy owner:

"Sorry about that."

And said to Sherlock:

"Then tell me, what the hell do you want... Sorry, just brainwashed."

She waved her hand: "...What exactly do you want? The category of cyclopentyl perhydrophenanthrene derivatives is too large, and I can't tell them apart. Pick a more common one with a smaller range."

Sherlock pursed his lips and looked at Ludwig with deep eyes: "Prednisone."

Ludwig: "... I still have a little impression of that derivative. I haven't heard of this at all. Change it."

Sherlock reluctantly said: "Dexamethasone can also be used, but the effect is not as significant as prednisone."

Ludwig blinked, and finally searched for this uncommon noun from the tens of thousands of words in the high school biology competition textbook:

"Dexamethasone? For a scar? What kind of scar?"

Sherlock looked at her inscrutablely: "Scratch... When did you learn molecular biology?"

Ludwig really wanted to say, with Tian Chao’s tough subject competition system, my sister’s knowledge is so extensive that you can’t even imagine it.

Miss Ludwig, who has an unimaginably extensive knowledge, avoided the topic: "Is it serious?"

"The muscles are intact, and the dermis is moderately damaged."

"understood."

Ludwig turned his head and said to the pharmacy owner: "Please help me get some gauze, medicinal alcohol, and scar removal ointment."

"What the hell."

The boss cursed and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

"Where the hell is the alcohol?"

Ludwig: "...if I read correctly, the alcohol is on the third and fourth shelf, and the gauze and scar removal cream are in the second drawer from the left—the drawers are labeled."

The boss took all the things and said angrily: "Pay the bill! Then get the fuck out of my shop immediately!"

Ludwig: Can she slap him in the face?

...Forget it, Mr. Holmes didn't do anything, so she better not be ashamed.

Sherlock took the medicine calmly and paid the bill.

Then—he gave Ludwig everything he had.

"..."

Before Ludwig had time to resist, he heard Sherlock say to the pharmacy owner slowly:

"There is an IV needle missing in the upper left corner of the table, which is just the right size for picking the lock. Judging from the brown corduroy thread hooked to the corner of the table, the real pharmacy owner pinned the needle on his cuff when he was kidnapped by you. "

Sherlock smiled slightly:

"As far as I'm concerned, it's best not to carry out the kidnapping alone, otherwise it's easy to make mistakes—as expected, the real pharmacy owner has successfully unlocked and escaped."

Ludwig silently took half a step back.

...Mr. Holmes's case physique is really innocent. Buying a medicine can also buy a kidnapping case...

Will she be used as a moving target when she runs away now?

Forget it, it would be safer to hide behind the generous arms of Mr. Holmes...

So she silently took another step closer to Sherlock.

The boss was furious: "What the hell are you talking about? I have been here for ten years!"

Sherlock: "You have indeed stayed here for ten years, but you didn't open a pharmacy. The owner here is an old friend you are familiar with, but for some reason, you forgot your friendship and kidnapped him—"

Without pausing he said:

"Your left thumb is habitually placed on the index finger. You have been pinching cards for a long time. You are an unskilled gambler. Your eyes are blue and you haven't slept for at least 48 hours. You are anxious. Most likely, you owe money. Big gambling debts - fits your kidnapping-for-ransom motive, doesn't it?"

The fake boss of the pharmacy grinned:

"I don't get the fuck at all, what the hell are you talking about."

Sherlock: "Your hand has been stretched to the back, but the direction is off. Two centimeters to the right is your gun."

The owner of the pharmacy let out a roaring laugh. With the agility that a fat man could not have, he took a step back, bumped into the medicine shelf, quickly pulled down the curtain at the door of the store, and quickly pulled out his gun.

However, the gun was not pointed at Sherlock.

He pointed the gun at Ludwig.