[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

She looked at Sherlock in horror:

Eh?So what's going on?What did she want to say just now?

Sherlock pulled her to the edge of the bench and sat down on her shoulders.

The bench sits at the end of a small alley, facing a Japanese tavern made of bamboo.

The tavern has probably been open for many years, and there are cherry blossoms planted at the entrance of the store. The flowers and leaves are flourishing, and they are three to four meters high.

The crown of the tree is like a large pink cloud, and the branches are tied with Japanese red wishing sticks, and the cloth strips are tied with knots, like small red butterflies.

The characters above include Japanese and English, but most of them are words that Ludwig cannot distinguish,

These people from all over the world, using different languages, recall past lovers and wait for future love.

Sherlock then also sat down, holding Ludwig with one hand, opening the plastic bag with the other, and looking for something inside:

"So, in addition to the original transportation time, the transportation vehicle stopped here for an hour and a half...Congratulations, your 'sunset' is correct."

Ludwig pressed on the chair by Sherlock:

"No, that's not what I want to ask. What I want to ask now is—can you let go of your hand?"

Sherlock looked at the tightly clasped hands of the two on the bench covered with petals, paused for a moment, and then calmly let go.

"I was thinking about something else just now, I forgot."

Ludwig went crazy: "What do you want to hold my hand!"

Sherlock took out the medicine they had just bought with their lives from the plastic bag, and opened the package.

His gray eyes glanced at the instructions, and he frowned.

"It's dexamethasone...reluctantly."

"Please answer my question, how many times have you picked me up today? The whole Scotland Yard will think I'm your girlfriend!"

The back of the bench was tangled with ivy, and Ludwig tore his hair irritably, and pulled out an ivy leaf:

"Mr. Holmes, do you hear me? I'm not worrying about myself..."

If you are misunderstood to like a certain woman, the consequences will be serious!John Watson, Mensao with a sense of justice, how can he be friends with you!

In that case, Mr. Holmes, you will be a bachelor for life!As a rotten drama with integrity, "Sherlock" will not give you a second chance!

Sherlock couldn't understand how much Ludwig cared about this matter.

"We only held hands three times today... and I found that holding your hand helps me think."

The evening wind blew slowly, and Ludwig's long hair was slightly raised and fell gently on the back of his hand.

Clumps of purple hyacinths swaying in the wind at the entrance of the Japanese tavern.

Ludwig looked at the blooming hyacinths, and said very unsightly:

"...This is a very bad habit, Mr. Holmes, if you can't change it, may I trouble you to hold your right hand with your left hand?"

Sherlock said strangely:

"Why is it so troublesome? From the average data, the straight-line distance from your hand to me is closer than my left and right hands."

Ludwig: "...So it was my fault, sorry, I will definitely be careful not to get too close to you in the future."

The corner of Sherlock's mouth raised slightly:

"Besides, because I don't like to be disturbed when I'm thinking, you are considered my girlfriend, which is not a loss to me, but relieves a lot of trouble."

He looked up:

"There are always some weird female police officers in Scotland Yard who will suddenly appear in front of me and say something weird - at least they didn't show up when you were around me."

Ludwig was about to growl—

Regardless of whether Holmes in the original book is gay or not.

"Detective Sherlock" is recognized as a corrupt drama all over the world!

So you are not a heterosexual at all! !

With such obvious facts in front of you, Mr. Holmes is so stupid that he has not discovered his sexuality until now! !

……

Sherlock unwrapped both the gauze and the alcohol.

"leg."

Ludwig immersed in complaints: "Huh?"

leg?what legs?

Ham, pork leg, or chicken leg?

Is Mr. Holmes hungry?

Ludwig was at a loss until Sherlock's deep and magnetic voice came:

"When Johnny was chasing us this morning, you fell. In order to prevent scar hyperplasia, you need to take necessary anti-inflammatory measures."

Ludwig blinked—Mr. Holmes was concerned about the scar on her leg?

She suddenly felt bad all over:

"...No, no, not at all, it's scarred now."

Sherlock glanced down:

"Indeed, but when you dealt with the kidnapper just now, it split again. Is your pain nerve as rusted as your brain? — leg."

Ludwig snatched the scar cream from him and complained:

"I'll come by myself...you dragged me to sit in the wind at night for such a trivial matter? If you want to say it earlier, there is medicine in Lestrade's place."

Sherlock withdrew his suddenly empty hand:

"I wanted to say it earlier... If you hadn't refused to be my personal assistant, the wound would have been dealt with long ago."

"I suddenly want to celebrate, because of my great presence... I can make you forget what you wanted to do."

Ludwig said jokingly, not taking Sherlock's words seriously.

She looked down at the scar on her calf, and was immediately frightened.

Not only was a large piece of skin deeply scratched by the gravel, she was also kicked severely by the gloomy man before she fell down.

As a result, his leg was bruised, purple, and bloody. Although it didn't hurt very much, it looked terrifying.

"Why is it so serious, is it really bleeding again? I think I have seen fibroblasts and granulation tissue hyperplasia..."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows because of the relatively professional terms in Ludwig's mouth: "I remember that there were no options for biology or medical nursing in your high school courses."

Ludwig: "...Although my medical knowledge is far inferior to yours, it is still enough for daily use."

Mr. Holmes is really contemptuous of people, when she was a high school biology student in her previous life?

Emma, ​​do you know how difficult the Chinese high school biology competition has become?

When they were freshmen in high school, they had already started to study "Modern Molecular Biology" from Fudan University...

……

Although she said it seriously, she just squeezed out the ointment and dabbed it on her legs casually. The alcohol gauze didn't do anything, so she handed the bottle back to Sherlock. She didn't look like she was afraid of scars.

"All right."

Sherlock took the medicine bottle without a word, then pulled Ludwig's leg over Ludwig's leg and placed it on his lap without a word.

Ludwig: "...I'm wearing a short skirt, Mr. Holmes, you are acting like a hooligan."

"Compared to repeated infections, hooliganism is a trivial matter."

Ludwig looked at the warm picture in front of him in confusion, unable to adapt:

"You should return to normal... It feels too weird to be cared about by Sherlock Holmes."

"I just don't want to be seen as abusing the assistant. If your leg is not handled properly, it is easy to get inflamed, so you can't come to the crime scene tomorrow."

Ludwig: ...This is much more normal. Mr. Holmes is really gentle and considerate in order to prolong her "service life".

Sherlock didn't look up, dipped alcohol in a cotton swab, and rubbed it on Ludwig's open wound.

His eyes are so focused.

Ludwig almost thought that she had turned into a mayfly creature in Sherlock's culture medium.

In order not to lose everything, Ludwig simply put both feet on the bench, one leg was resting on Sherlock's lap, the other leg was curled up, and her chin rested on her lap.

The aroma of pink and white cherry blossoms permeates the surroundings.

Long green vines hang down from the cherry trees, and the gaps between the leaves are shining, which is the light from afar.

The vagabond artist passed by with his guitar in his arms, plucking the strings of the guitar, making a lonely and distant ding-dong sound from his hometown.

"It's unbelievable."

Ludwig blinked.

"Sherlock Holmes is healing my wound...Hiss, take it easy, it hurts."

Sherlock twitched his lips:

"Judging from the degree of repeated oxidation at the edge, your wound has opened at least four times today-I didn't hear you screaming for pain."

Ludwig hugged his knees, quietly watching Sherlock skillfully help her with the wound.

"That's because I had such a thrilling day that I barely noticed the leg injury."

A few pink and white petals were blown off by the wind, and landed on her black lace skirt and Sherlock's curly black hair.

She flicked it away.

"Mr. Holmes, has anyone ever said that you are handsome when you are serious?"

"A little bit?"

Sherlock tilted his head to make sure that the pus on the edge of the wound was cleaned up:

"Forgive me for not agreeing with your wording. From the perspective of objective statistics, the adverbs of degree most people use when they say this to me are much stronger than 'somewhat'."

"..."

Ludwig turned his head:

"... So what if he's handsome, it's not like he doesn't have a girlfriend."

"That's because I don't need too cumbersome accessories."

"You don't want to be too cumbersome accessory? Do you think your girlfriend is a cumbersome accessory?"

Ludwig suddenly came alive:

"So how about something that's not cumbersome? Are there any height requirements? Is there a minimum standard for IQ? If you say..."

She snapped her fingers and counted like chicken blood:

"...If there is a person who can solve cases with you, reason with you, provide you with inspiration every day, don't disturb you when you think, clean the room for you, make coffee for you, and iron your shirts for you, He also has a certain amount of medical knowledge, although not as much as you, but enough..."

After Ludwig finished listing, he poked Sherlock's shoulder with his finger:

"Don't you think this kind of life is worth looking forward to? If there is such a person who really wants to spend his life with you, would you accept it?"

The music of the vagabonds gradually faded away.

When Sherlock heard Ludwig's words, the movements of his hands gradually stopped.

The cherry blossoms in April are so grand.

Small pink flowers, small and small, are densely next to each other, piled up on the branches like snowflakes, and spread on the stone roads in the alleys that no one cleans.

London's night skies have never been so clear.

The starry sky is like a curtain, and the Milky Way hangs down from the other end of the vast expanse of the sky.

……

Sherlock raised his head and looked at Ludwig deeply, as if confirming the purpose of what she said.

Half of Sherlock's pale face was hidden by the turned up collar of his black coat.

The interweaving of white and black, and the gray eyes like glazed glass create a suffocating sex appeal.

It's a pity that Ludwig was so immersed in his gossip that he didn't notice Sherlock's sexiness at all.

... This is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that she was completely unaware of the difference in the understanding of the passage between the two of them.

If Ludwig hadn't mentioned his dog-like medical knowledge before saying this, maybe Sherlock wouldn't have misunderstood so thoroughly.

Because there is still a medical knowledge bug.

——But the problem is, she just said so godlike that her medical knowledge is adequate...

...So, she thought, she was talking about Watson.

But the truth that Sherlock understands has been twisted like a twist, and she has been twisted to two extremes that cannot be beaten...

"Not only will you make coffee and iron your shirt, but you will also make breakfast, lunch and dinner for you."

Shirt ironing to be determined, but coffee and three meals, whichever version of Dr. Watson has done.

Ludwig looked at Sherlock with bright eyes:

"Hey, what do you mean by not talking? Can you give me an accurate word? If there is such a... person who falls in love with you, do you accept it?"

Ludwig swallowed the word "male" that he almost blurted out, and touched his chest... It was dangerous.

Probably her gaze was too hot.

Sherlock lowered his head unnaturally, avoiding Ludwig's expectant gaze.

He slowly spread the ointment in the palm of his hand, and spread it evenly on Ludwig's calf.

The skin in the palm of the hand is smooth and delicate, with a warm touch.

——It was a novel experience, he had never had such close contact with a living person.

All the corpses that have been in contact with him, some have old skin, some have hairy legs-of course, there are also beautiful and pale women's legs.

But without exception, they are all ice-cold, unlike the one under my hand - with a little more force, I can feel the steady beating of the pulse.

——She solved the case together with him, although the time was not long, but there will be a longer time in the future.

She reasoned with him, although always wrong.

She provides him with inspiration every day, and she is consciously quiet when he is thinking, and will not disturb him.

She helped him clean the room, she made coffee for him, and she also has some medical knowledge... Although it can only be regarded as a basic understanding, it is definitely not enough.

……

Just now the girl's question is still in my ears.

——"If such a person fell in love with you, would you accept it?"

The floral fragrance that is close at hand is the fragrance of small pink and white flowers.

The fragrance is so strong that it seems to have penetrated the skin and lingered in the chest cavity.