[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock tore off a piece of gauze and wrapped it around Ludwig's calf.

Afterwards, he said reservedly: "It all depends on how sincere she is..."

"she"?

Hey, what's going on, shouldn't it be "he"?

Ludwig froze for a moment, but she reacted immediately.

——Mr. Holmes hasn't discovered his sexual orientation yet!

There is no rush for this kind of thing, take your time.Even if he is not gay, under her subtle influence, Mr. Holmes will always bend.

This is the world of rotten girls - when she faces a man she can associate with, subconsciously, this man already belongs to another man.

Although most normal people are absolutely unable to comprehend the rotten girl's brain supplement all the time——

Learn from the west?Isn't that a danmei drama in which master and apprentice np plus 72 forms of humans and beasts?

Buddha smiled?Isn't it love at first sight between Sakyamuni and Venerable Kassapa?

... As for the bloody revolution in Paris, it must be because the love of Chinese papers cannot transcend class status, and those who can't get you have to destroy your dynasty!

...With this kind of powerful brain supplement, even if Watson has not appeared, even if Holmes is still a straight man.

In Ludwig's eyes, they were already together.

She blinked. "Sincere?—as much sincerity as there is water in the Thames."

There was no fluctuation in Sherlock's tone: "Really."

Ludwig: "And there is also the loyalty and firmness of steel."

Sherlock glanced at her lightly:

"That is to be determined."

Ludwig beat the killer, and she looked directly at Sherlock seriously.

At this moment, all Ludwig's shattered integrity turned into the starlight in the lake of her eyes:

"It doesn't belong to anyone, it belongs to you completely."

...Ludwig determined that this kind of declaration of loyalty as a dog is Mr. Holmes' sure weapon.

Judging from Sherlock's behavior when Dr. Watson got married, the Sherlock Holmes cat is so possessive of people or things that are divided into his territory.

Just to tell the world directly——

This person is mine!

You can't see it!Can't think about it!Don't even touch it!

... Ludwig was about to be blushed by such arrogance.

Mr. Holmes is so cute, he must be a boy!

……

Sure enough, this time, Sherlock gradually stopped his movements.

But it was only for a short time, and immediately after that, he bandaged up at a faster speed than before.

...is it still useless?

Ludwig lowered her eyes in disappointment, and just when she decided that the matter of breaking Mr. Holmes would take a long time, she suddenly heard Sherlock's voice coming from her head.

He said flatly:

"forever?"

The starlight that had just been extinguished in Ludwig's eyes suddenly lit up again.

It looked like he had just experienced disappointment, but because of his words, hope was rekindled.

So, on a night in April full of cherry blossoms and hyacinths, Ludwig made a solemn promise in place of John Watson, who had not been known to hide in a corner of the world so far.

"……forever."

……

There was a two-second pause.

A gust of wind blows, the soft branches rustle and rub against each other.

The petals of Kazuki fell one after another, on the chair, on the hair, and... on the soft shoe made of Sherlock sheepskin.

For the first time in his life, Sherlock carefully considered his tone before speaking.

——It should be just right, neither too easy nor too blunt for her.

So ever.

April 27, 37, [-]:[-] p.m. London time.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, after spending two seconds considering his tone.

He spat out coldly, the most thought-provoking word in his ups and downs and magnificent life.

"……Um."

……

……Um.

Mr. Holmes, if there is a next time, you'd better not think about it.

With your IQ, after deliberating for a long time, you came up with an "hmm"?

If this is really a confession, you will definitely fall in love quickly after falling in love.

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

--"……Ok."

……

The world's only consulting detective's cog of fate, because of a terrible misunderstanding, finally "clicked" on this April night full of flowers and starry sky, and was abolished.

from this moment.

All Miss Ludwig's objects are not Mr. Holmes' nympho behavior.

Including, but not limited to, making eye contact with the owner of the coffee shop across the street.

All will be regarded by Mr. Holmes as violating the promise of "loyalty and firmness", and will be dealt with seriously and not leniently.

……

Hearing Sherlock's soft and short "hmm", Ludwig smiled slightly and lowered his eyes.

On the surface, her actions are so shy and demure (fog).

But in fact, Ludwig was just trying to cover up the green light in her eyes, which was like a wolf and a tiger.

She let out a long wolf howl in her heart——

Mr. Holmes' destiny is indeed Dr. Watson!

Just by listening to the description, Mr. Holmes has already been taken down. Dr. Watson is so domineering!

Please cover!Please hug your thigh!Please accept Xiaosheng's basket of tea eggs!

When the fateful love comes, doctor, please don't throw down this boring piece of the Sherlock Holmes family carelessly!

Come baby! Don't be shy!

……

Dear classmate Yahweh, this pair of men and women have too much brains, and they have filled their incompetence. Please ignore it, okay~

5 minutes later.

Ludwig finally crawled out of the pit of obscenity.

Then she was shocked.

"F...Mr. Holmes, I'm only scratched, scratched! That's all! Are you going to mummify me?"

Sherlock frowned deeply at Ludwig's suspicion of his medical professionalism:

"The purpose of wrapping the mummy is to isolate all the air, so as to suffocate most of the aerobic bacteria, and I obviously left a gap for you..."

Then he stopped.

Because... the leg in his hand is indeed similar to a mummy.

It was still a mummy with fractures during his lifetime, and he was wrapped up again after his death...

The experience of new things is always fascinating.

Inexplicably greedy for the touch of living skin on the fingertips.

So wrap it up, wrap it up more...

He pursed his lips and turned his head calmly:

"In addition to the hemostatic effect, it can also keep you warm...the latter is a gift from friendship."

Ludwig was blinded by Sherlock's audacity - your whole family is keeping warm!

"……thanks."

"You're welcome."

The two walked side by side on the sidewalk filled with small bouquets of flowers.

Ludwig dragged a mummified leg and walked vigorously.

She pushed her hair to the middle, trying to hide her face—why are there so many people hanging out in bars at night in London?It's really embarrassing, okay?

"I think you did it on purpose. You took it apart when you got back...does your mother know you're messing around like this?"

"Speaking of my mother."

Sherlock turned his head to look at the flashing neon signs on the street, and seemed to be very interested in the signboard with the entire binary code as the background.

"You've already seen her today... Oh, how unprofessional, there are a total of one thousand, 310 and four binary numbers on this signboard, but they've been wrong since the third digit."

"Even if you directly multiply the horizontal columns by the vertical columns, it will take several seconds to calculate how many numbers are on the entire signboard. How did you manage to calculate it at a glance..."

Ludwig suddenly realized what Sherlock had just said:

"Wait, what are you talking about? Have I met your mother?"

She was greatly frightened:

"time and location?"

"Wilweijia Western Restaurant, after you refused to be my personal assistant for no reason..."

Ludwig was out of anger when he heard this:

"Pay attention to the words you use, sir. It's normal that I don't want to be your assistant. What's wrong?"

Sherlock ignored her:

"... When you pushed the chair away and walked to the corner of the stairs, the woman you met... My mother likes to visit her restaurant pretending to be a customer."

He thought for a while, and added: "Of course, she's always been there, and she's always been sitting at the best observation point—including when you threatened to scratch me to death and forced me to cut a table of steaks."

"...I've lost all hope of my own image."

Ludwig silently covered his face:

"Also, even if I really scratch you to death, you deserve it."

Sherlock is noncommittal:

"Judging from the current situation, whether you want to be my personal assistant is no longer important-so, this topic is no longer worth talking about."

— because we have formed a new relationship, far closer than a personal assistant.

That's what Sherlock didn't say.

But Ludwig obviously didn't think so.

"With a mortgage of [-] pounds from you, do I still have the qualification to 'think about it'?"

She folded her arms, in disbelief:

"I still think it's unscientific. How could your mother not have caught my attention just because of your physique that comes with a spotlight!"

"For that, she also took a big hit today, she's never been ignored in public before."

Sherlock also found it incomprehensible:

"Especially, in order to create a 'romantic' encounter with you today, she even asked the housekeeper to deliver her favorite dress to the Willway Jiaxi restaurant at a speed of 120 yards...but you obviously didn't notice it at all she."

Ludwig: ...Is there something wrong with her language understanding system, or has Mr. Holmes just used a language she doesn't understand at all?

Why she finds baby teeth incomprehensible!

"Did you make a mistake?"

Ludwig said messily:

"Your mother doesn't know me at all, why did you want to, ah, specially change a dress to make with me, um, meet by chance?"

"I think it's because of nervousness."

Sherlock's deep voice is mixed in the cool night wind:

"After all, this is the first time she saw me taking a woman to eat western food, and she should have obtained your information in some way."

The "some way" here naturally refers to Mycroft.

However, since Vichy hadn't told him that Mycroft had found her, she hadn't mentioned how big a reward she had turned down, just so she wouldn't spy on him.

Even without half a second of hesitation, she directly defined the conversation with Mycroft as "something that has nothing to do with Sherlock".

So, out of a delicate mood, when Sherlock had to mention Mycroft, he subconsciously replaced his brother with "some way".

If Ludwig knew Sherlock's tangled and awkward thoughts, he would turn his head silently——

Mr. Holmes, your brain is really too big.

I refuse to spy on you, but because I don't want to cause trouble.

Moreover, Xiaosheng has already forgotten about this matter in the Pacific Ocean.

……

At this moment, Ludwig had only one thought in his mind.

...Damn it, Mrs. Holmes doesn't think she is Mr. Holmes' girlfriend, does she?The channel opened is wrong!

If time could go back to the moment when she and Mrs. Holmes passed by, she would definitely hold her hand sincerely and sincerely, and say to her——

Your son is very good, but I'm really not your son's girlfriend, because our gender is not suitable...

……

Forget it, she dare not...

So Ludwig pinned his hopes on Shylock:

"Aren't you going to explain?"

Sherlock's eyes fell on Ludwig's expectant face, and his handsome eyebrows frowned——

No, her expression is wrong.

Even Mary, who was habitually cheating, showed great enthusiasm for meeting Lestrade's parents when she fell in love with Lestrade.

Although he didn't understand this kind of enthusiasm, he knew it without thinking about it, and it shouldn't be Ludwig's expression—as if he had seen a ghost.

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

There is no music, just pure vibration, if you don't feel it carefully, you won't notice it at all.

But because the two were walking very close, Ludwig keenly felt the hum from the left.

"SMS, sir, is there any progress in the case?"

"Do not."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and turned back quickly.

Almost at the same time he pressed "Reply", a new text message sounded again, this time two in a row.

He smiled slightly, and with extremely rare patience, he also replied two consecutively.

Then he put his phone back, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked two steps in front of Ludwig.

Sherlock turned to face Ludwig in a classical spinning posture, and said in a rather good mood:

"Someone is offering a free meal, interested?"

Ludwig's eyes lit up.

"Of course, I can't be more interested."

……

In Sherlock's pocket, the screen of the mobile phone has not yet completely dimmed, and there are vaguely glowing fluorescent fonts, all of which come from that very tall, all zero number.

And the last three were just what Sherlock received and replied to.

——"Dad also wants to see her, family gathering on weekends. MH"

- "It depends. SH"

—— "So...you really promised her? MH"

——"Why not? SH"

This time, Sherlock obviously replied very quickly, almost as soon as he received it, he sent it out.

The time is the same down to the seconds.

At the end of the clause, the raised question mark, one can imagine the slightly raised corners of Sherlock's mouth when he sent this text message.

……

——"Serious? MH"

- "Serious. SH"

——"Love? MH"

- "What is that? SH"

……

Looking at the gate of 221B Baker Street from a distance, Ludwig stretched long.

"It's been a long day, sir, isn't it?"