[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig: ... How many times have you blocked Mr. Holmes today?

Crazy - it's none of my business!Boss, do you have bad eyesight? You pointed the gun at the wrong person!

"Yes, but you shouldn't fucking say it, because the people who tell the truth are usually the ones who are going to die."

The fake boss smiled crookedly:

"Want to save your fucking girlfriend? Then, just fucking do what I say."

Ludwig was going crazy, but she wasn't nervous at all. She even took the time to catch the fake boss's language problems... Your fucking girlfriend?

So, is it your girlfriend or his mother's girlfriend?

Language education is very important, the relationship is too confusing.

How strange it was that she wasn't nervous—with an Austrian Glock with double magazines pointed at her temple, she wasn't frightened at all.

Sherlock Holmes always solves everything.

Although there are dangers everywhere around him, and he will die at any time.

In one day, her life was more exciting than the sum of her previous ten years. She was a target twice.

but……

It was because the person standing beside her was Sherlock Holmes, the smartest detective in the world, that she was so calm and not worried.

... Come on, with this Reichenbach hero by her side, what else does she have to worry about?

……

Sherlock looked at the black muzzle pointing at Ludwig, his expression remained motionless:

"Austrian Glock pistol, classic plastic frame, double magazine, but very stable..."

He smiled slightly: "...so you will never miss the shot - what do you want me to do?"

"Put your hands up, get the fuck out of that door, quick!"

Sherlock raised his hands obediently, and when he passed by Ludwig, he did not forget to say:

"Take the medicine."

Ludwig: "..."

How much obsession do you have with this medicine...

Sherlock raised his hand and obediently walked to the door of the inner room.

The fake boss of the pharmacy: "Hold your hands up and turn your back!"

Sherlock glanced at Ludwig, then looked at the ground calmly.

Then, he raised his hands without any worries... and turned around?

Ludwig: Don't, don't just turn around like this...

Hey, what did you mean by looking at the ground just now? Her IQ is in a hurry, and she can't understand it. Please do it again!

After Sherlock turned around, the fake pharmacy owner slowly, slowly, moved to the medicine rack next to the cash register.

——It was the shelf that Sherlock bent over specially before, not knowing what the rustling was doing.

The fake pharmacy boss reached into the shelf lightly, and took out another pistol from a box of anti-allergy medicine.

Ludwig: Damn it!

The fake boss of the pharmacy gave Ludwig a fierce look, with a gun still pointed at her head, the muzzle of the gun dangling dangerously, threatening her to keep silent.

And his other hand, holding the pistol he just took out, aimed at the back of Sherlock's head.

Ludwig was still debating whether to sound a reminder.

But after noticing where the fake pharmacy owner had pulled out the pistol, she calmly shut up.

——Pray for you, poor man, dare to point a gun at the man of the Holmes family, in the delusion of a golden headshot.

...Too naive, aren't you afraid of being blown up?

This kind of sense of sight that has already predicted the ending, don't be too cool.

Sure enough, the next second, Sherlock spoke slowly.

"Well, don't you know that your shadow keeps reflecting on the window? If you're going to do a double shot, I want to remind you—"

He paused here, raised his hands, turned his head, and blinked at Ludwig.

Double shot?

Is the fake owner of the pharmacy really planning to shoot?

Oh Doc! !

Reminiscent of Sherlock looking at the movement of the ground before.

There was a "bling" in Ludwig's mind, and he had an epiphany.

In the next second, her foot slipped and she fell down immediately.

At the same second as she fell, the fake boss of the pharmacy pulled the trigger with both hands at the same time.

"Oh!"

The bullet barely passed over Ludwig's head and hit the shelf behind him.

The medicines on the shelves fell down one after another.

Ludwig was lying among the messy medicines, a bottle of vitamins fell belatedly, white pills splashed on her face.

Just as she was in shock, she put her hands on her heart and let out a long breath.

Fake Boss, pulled the trigger with both hands, and she heard the gears turning.

However, there was only one shot.

So... Mr. Holmes was all right... though she knew he would be all right.

But...it's great that he's okay.

……

"—Turn off the flame carefully."

Sherlock turned around alive, with no bullet holes or blood in his face.

Still too handsome to look directly at.

He landed a nice side kick that hit him in the head before the fake pharmacy boss could react.

He looked relaxed, but he was so fierce that he beat the fake boss to the ground.

Ludwig, who was still lying on the ground because his legs were weak, witnessed the whole process from bottom to top.

——Damn it!When you go back next time, be sure to ask Mr. Holmes where he bought his pants!

As a pair of tailored trousers, with such a large movement, it didn't crack at all!

It is simply a must for being handsome!

I can't imagine Mr. Sherlock Holmes's beautiful roundabout kick, half of his pants were torn...

... Well, this is not the point.

No matter how amazing Sherlock's deductive reasoning method is, he would never know how many unreliable things were turning in Ludwig's mind in that short moment just now.

He stepped on the chest of the fake boss.

Fake Boss: "Aw——!!!!"

Ludwig silently turned his face away.

……Can not bear to look……

"I was going to tell you that the gun was off, but obviously you didn't intend to listen to it. Honestly, this was your biggest mistake today."

The fake boss spat out a bloody tooth with difficulty:

"I don't fucking understand, that gun...is obviously good..."

Sherlock tilted his head innocently, and gracefully stepped on his face:

"It worked fine until I got stuck on its rifle."

…So that’s why Mr. Holmes dawdled in front of the counter just now, blocked by his coat?

Emma, ​​how cool to have a roommate who is as witty as a dog!

Ludwig's eyes were full of blingbling little stars, and he completely forgot that all her extraordinary encounters were brought about by Sherlock.

Fake Boss: "...I can't move anymore, can you fucking remove your fucking shoe from my face?"

Sherlock said calmly: "No—but, since the electronic eyes in this area happen to be broken, I have to ask you a question. If you answer truthfully, I will not call the police."

Fake Boss: "Say the fuck! I'll give you a fucking answer! As long as you don't fucking call the fucking police!"

Sherlock didn't lift his foot this time, he just continued to gracefully use the toe of the black leather shoe on his mouth - to grind it.

Ludwig, who had already got up and happened to see this scene: "..."

Sherlock's beauty, coupled with the pig-like visual impact of the fake boss in the pharmacy, constitutes a strong visual sense of heavy taste SM training...

...Mr. Holmes, don't do this, Dr. Watson will faint in the toilet.

……

Sherlock: "Given that you've been wandering the streets for the last few days in preparation for the kidnapping, did you notice, at what time yesterday, a large private delivery van appeared on this road?"

"Then what the hell is that?!—————"

Sherlock stomped on his nose mercilessly.

The face of the fake boss is now a bloody mess.

"I'm thinking! I'm thinking! Stop fucking trying!"

He saw Sherlock move his knee impatiently again, and said in horror.

"Freight truck...Freight truck...Where did the fucking freight truck appear...Oh, I remembered, yesterday morning! That's right, it was yesterday morning!"

Sherlock shined on his face, and made another kick in the door.

Fake Boss: "Ohhhhhhhhh!!"

Sherlock took out his phone: "Sorry, slippery feet."

Fake Boss: "..."

"Sorry, I forgot to describe the appearance of the valuables transport truck to you just now—at least a dozen trucks pass by this road every day, how did you judge out of thin air that the one I was looking for appeared in the morning?"

Sherlock looked at the fake boss like he was looking at a slug:

"Now I can describe it to you...it's a red and white truck with hand-painted banners on the body, and it's dedicated to transporting large musical instruments. It's very obvious."

He showed a kind smile to the fake boss kidnapper who was like a dog on the ground:

"For the sake of your bone health, stop trying to lie to me because it won't work."

……

"We really don't call the police?"

After Sherlock tied the fake boss to the shelf, Ludwig walked out of the store and turned to Sherlock who was admiring his binding masterpiece.

"Why call the police?"

Sherlock took a syringe bag and wrapped it in his hand, then picked up the rag on the table and stuffed it into the false boss's mouth.

Fake Boss: "...uh."

"As expected, the original shop owner has already escaped and called the police. The police may already be on the way...Why do we have to repeat things?"

Fake Boss: "Ugh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Ludwig: ... Then you used to call the police to coerce people?

Mr. Holmes, you are really bad...

Sherlock shook the dust on his coat: "Or, do you want to wait here and explain to a group of stupid policemen?"

"...I don't really think so."

Ludwig stood at the door of the store, waiting for Sherlock, all covered in ashes, with broken vitamin tablets stuck to his hair.

Then Sherlock walked out of the messy pharmacy, his shirt was uncluttered, so neat and tidy that he could go directly to the wedding.

...I don't want to talk to the winner in life at all, Mr. Holmes is in debt.

Sherlock: "Is the medicine still there?"

"It's all there."

Ludwig trotted to keep up with Sherlock's long legs:

"Can you explain to your roommate Ludwig, how did you find out that the pharmacy owner is fake?"

Sherlock: "No."

Ludwig: "...don't refuse so quickly, your roommate Ludwig will be very unhappy, if she is unhappy, you won't have any dumplings tomorrow."

"Mental exercise is more important than Chinese mini buns."

Sherlock said decisively:

"Also, my roommate Ludwig's eyes are going to degenerate if she doesn't use it, and her brain is going to rust if she doesn't use it."

Ludwig also felt that this problem was very serious, so she pondered for a while, and said:

"...Well, anyway, I'm sure you found out as soon as you entered the store. Before you asked for medicine, you made a small move on the gun."

"Well, then?"

Ludwig: "Then?... There is no later, I only see this."

Sherlock said quietly:

"Sorry, I said one thing wrong earlier, your brain is not 'going' to rust—your brain is already rusted."

Ludwig: "...I'm sorry to make you overestimate me, sir, did he pretend to be asleep at first, and then you found out? This is too unreliable."

Sherlock: "That's right."

"what?"

Sherlock: "When a person pretends to be asleep, the eyeballs will move unconsciously, which can be seen from the eyelids."

He put his hand next to Ludwig's eyes and waved:

"Moreover, there were too obvious signs of fighting in the pharmacy. The rabies vaccination needle was swept under the counter, and the needle was broken into two pieces. There was no dust on the broken surface, and there was blood."

"I see...why am I carrying all the things? Please carry some, too. You're welcome."

Ludwig unceremoniously pushed all the bags in his hand to Sherlock.

Sherlock didn't object or frown, and took all the bags.

Ludwig was surprised.

"You have become more and more virtuous recently, Mr. Holmes, do you want to consider helping me make breakfast tomorrow morning?"

It was Sherlock who answered her decisively: "No."

Ludwig smiled, as he had expected:

"You can't make breakfast for me, so you can always clear up my doubts——Is the truck that transports valuables that you asked later, the one that transported Sakuma Saiko's piano?"

"Yes."

Sherlock looked around and suddenly started crossing the road.

Without pausing he said:

"Judging from the delivery process found by Lestrade, Jiro Uehara only contacted one logistics company. Under normal circumstances, the delivery time from Birmingham to London only takes five hours, but this car took a whole day."

Ludwig was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice where Sherlock was going.

"So you suspect that Uehara Jiro used some kind of trick to deliberately let the car arrive at the theater a little later...why?"

Sherlock obviously didn't want to respond to such a mindless question, but he still said:

"This is the conclusion you just deduced... The sunset is of great significance to the murderer, so he deliberately extended the transportation time, just so that Sakuma Xiangzi's body can arrive at the theater just at sunset."

Ludwig stroked his chin, making a Mori Kogoro gesture:

"The fake boss of the pharmacy just said that he saw the car at three o'clock yesterday afternoon, but in fact, the car arrived at the theater at almost six o'clock, so..."

Ludwig was walking, and when he reached a bench on the side of the street, Sherlock suddenly stopped him.

"……by."

Before Ludwig could finish his sentence, he was so shocked by this change that he lost his language.

Lalala... hold your hand? !

She was pulled by the hand again!I was provoked by holding hands again! !

Was Mr. Holmes in the habit of pulling her hand?