[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Last night, when she met Jiro Uehara, what Jiro Uehara said was like typefaces sinking in the bottom of the water.

When she wants to salvage them, verbatim, re-present.

——"Do you still remember Ye Zi in "Snow Country"? She jumped from the second floor...Because of losing her life, she gained freedom."

—— "No matter where Xiangzi is... I will always be with her. Whether she lives or dies, this will not change at all."

...and his solemn, somewhat unusual farewell when she was taken away by Sherlock—

"Goodbye, Miss Ludwig."

……

She stood up abruptly.

Constable Edgar was gone.

She rushed to the edge of the yellow line and slapped on the door of the duty room:

"Sorry, I have something very important, very important, can you let me in? I just want to find Mr. Holmes!"

The young security guard came out and shook his head pityingly at her:

"I'm not a policeman, I don't have this authority... Please don't embarrass me."

"... Then do you have a mobile phone? I want to borrow your mobile phone to make a call."

The young security guard smiled: "This is fine."

Ludwig took the phone and was about to edit the text message when he froze.

She doesn't have the number of her roommate, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Nor did she have Inspector Lestrade's number.

In this world, she doesn't have... anyone's number.

Ludwig stood outside the yellow line, as if in a daze.

But in the next second, with clear eyes, she returned the phone to the young security guard.

"Thank you, suddenly no more."

The brain has never been so clear.

Every sentence of Uehara Jiro, like a photographed picture, passed through his brain frame by frame.

——"At that time, when I saw the title of this book on the bookshelf, it was as if I saw the final ending of my own life."

The final ending of his life - the title of the book?What title?

...Laspersonascaen.

Ludwig immediately stopped the security guard: "Wait, do you speak Spanish? Laspersonascaen...do you know what it means?"

The security guard said in surprise: "Just a little bit, Laspersonascaen... seems to mean 'a person who fell from a height'."

Ludwig was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and ran away.

Jiro Uehara... plans to commit suicide.

She had never run so fast, not even when she was running for her life.

I don't feel out of breath, I don't feel tired.

The potential of the muscles exploded at this moment, incredible.

While running, her brain was still spinning rapidly.

——Location, where would Jiro Uehara choose to commit suicide?

What she had said to Mr. Holmes last night—

"He said that in the theater, only here and the clock tower can see the sunset."

...is the clock tower.

Out of breath, Ludwig climbed to the top of the twelve-story bell tower, and saw Jiro Uehara, wearing an all-black bathrobe, sitting on the carved armrest beside the Roman column.

One leg dangled dangerously in the air, his back resting against a Roman column.

The white pigeon stopped by his slender hand, was startled by Ludwig's sound again, and flew away.

Behind him is the bloody sunset.

Beside him is the big church bell, silently, waiting to ring at the wedding or funeral.

Hearing the noise, Uehara Jiro turned his head lightly, and saw Ludwig who was holding on to the door frame and almost collapsed from exhaustion.

His long and narrow eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Ludwig held his knee, feeling the wound on his leg open again.

She gasped and said:

"Schmidt committed suicide by jumping into the sea, not because Sakuma was playing with his feelings, but because Sakuma told him...the person she really loves is a woman, and Schmidt couldn't accept this blow..."

Ludwig took a step forward and finally calmed down his breathing:

"...Schmidt's death is not your fault, nor is it Sakuma's fault...Mr. Uehara Jiro, one death is enough, you don't have to pay your life for it."

Uehara Jiro was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly.

"You misunderstood, I never blamed Xiangzi...I will never blame her."

He turned his head to look at the setting sun in the sky, his soft black hair that reached to his ears was dyed red by the setting sun.

"I just want to end her pain... and end my pain, that's all."

He smiled... an easy smile that Ludwig had never seen before.

"The shackles of the scorn of the world are like a cage. She will never be free, and I will never be able to get her..."

He sighed, holding his black silver-clad cigarette case in one hand, opening and closing the lid habitually with his thumb, over and over again.

"Now that she is dead, I will follow her... We are all free... I promised her that no matter when, where, and where, I will always be with her."

Ludwig looked at Uehara Jiro's face:

"Love may not be the only thing that can make people free... Think about it, if you die, you will never be able to eat salmon slices..."

Jiro Uehara held a Marlboro between his fingertips.

But he didn't smoke, he just stared at the red light, watching the shredded tobacco gradually curl up and burn to ashes.

"Every sunset is memorable, I'm afraid of death... I should have told you all this sooner."

He said frankly:

"But I just thought, before the end of my life, I can have a little more time to see the world again... Sorry."

Ludwig: "Don't apologize to me... But Xiangzi Sakuma doesn't love you, are you really sure that she wants to stay in the same world as you?"

She said cruelly, but she couldn't care less about that much.

"With all due respect, if you really want her to be happier in that world... you should survive and wait for the opportunity to kill Anna Takemura and send Anna Takemura to accompany her..."

Jiro Uehara: "..."

After a while, he laughed softly.

On the fingertips, a piece of gray soot withered:

"I finally have one thing to ask you..."

Ludwig said blankly:

"Sorry, I won't do it for you. Even if you still plan to jump off the building, you'd better call and ask someone else first."

"you will."

He raised his head, his tone was calm and calm:

"The man who has been standing by your side and loves you deeply, he took my ring from my cigarette case - it was a token I gave to Xiangzi, and she always carried it with her."

Ludwig: "The man who loves me deeply? No, I don't know who it is. Please climb down from the handrail first and find him yourself."

"Xiangzi's ashes are in her husband's custody. How much I want to be buried with her..."

He sighed: "But I have no right to take it back."

"Why don't you have the right? There must be room for redemption!"

Looking at his dangerous posture, Ludwig felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

She couldn't help raising her voice:

"Leibo and Sakuma Xiangzi have never had an actual relationship! You can rely on this..."

"No, I don't want Xiangzi not to be at peace after death because of me."

Jiro Uehara turned his head to look at the vast sky, and his voice was so soft that it was about to disappear:

"I have written it in my suicide note, and I will wait for the ring to arrive before I can be buried... So, please be sure to tell Mr. Holmes."

Ludwig was expressionless: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid he is not the man who loves me deeply, what he loves is not human at all... So my words are invalid... You come down and ask the ring to talk to him yourself."

Jiro Uehara smiled slightly, with pity, and he didn't know if it was pity for her or Sherlock:

"Love is hidden in the eyes, there is nothing to hide, no one can hide... If you haven't seen it yet, then, be careful..."

Before he died, the corners of his mouth curled up childishly:

"I'm sure of this, because the way he looks at you is the same as the way I look at Xiangzi..."

He smiled, but sadly.

"And he will not, like me, give up his beloved woman... to others..."

Ludwig stretched out his hand with some trepidation, trying to reach him.

But he dared not go forward, fearing that it would hasten his death:

"What do you mean in the future?... I said I won't do it! You can consider suicide after explaining the matter, okay? Okay?"

"That's too late."

He sighed lowly, his body fell back, and the smoke slipped from his hand.

Opening his hands, the sky seems to be burning, and he seems to be flying.

"The world is too vast...and if I lose Xiangzi, I...lose everything."

……

The black bathrobe flashed past her eyes.

The wide robe sleeves are bulging by the wind, like black butterfly wings, passing through the burning clouds, and are torn apart by the wind.

Ludwig froze for a moment, then rushed over, stretched out his hand, and caught the silk hem of the bathrobe just in time.

However, due to inertia, his body was unable to stand steadily, and he was about to jump over the fence and fall with him.

Heavy footsteps came from behind.

She was about to be pulled over the armrest, and was suddenly embraced by a pair of strong arms, fell backwards, tightly, tightly, into her arms.

The man hugged her so tightly that she could even feel the turbulent heartbeat coming from the body behind her.

"—呵啦."

The cloth in his hand broke.

Then, there was a disconcertingly dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Ludwig leaned on the armrest and was hugged tightly by Sherlock - her eyes widened.

Eyes wide open, looking twelve floors down, the Scotland Yard officers had just pulled out the cushions and hadn't had time to deploy them.

Open your eyes wide, and look at the black, butterfly-like shadow downstairs on the [-]th floor, lying on the ground on its back without making a sound.

Pale face, tightly closed, slightly raised lips.

The last ray of sunlight before sunset came from the other side of the hill and fell on his elegant face.

His last smile also seemed to be sunk in the depths of the burning fire of the setting sun, blurred and indistinct.

And red blood slowly flowed out from his black clothes.

...She opened her eyes wide, her canthus tearing open.

In my mind, the words he said with a smile when he was interrogating Uehara Jiro for the first time echoed.

——"Xiangzi and I met when we were studying art in college. It was May of [-]."

……

In autumn, white flowers bloom on the paths piled up with golden fallen leaves.

There, wearing a black kimono and holding a volume of Whitman's poetry, he met the girl he had admired for half his life.

……

But before she could see all this clearly, her eyes were covered by a big cool hand in the next second.

Sherlock still had one arm around her waist, his body still pressed against hers.

And his heart was beating crazily at an unprecedented speed.

When he climbed to the top floor and broke in, what he saw happened to be that half of Ludwig was leaning on the handrail, precariously about to fall.

that moment...

If she falls from a twelve-story building...

——What formula should be used to calculate the bearing capacity at the moment of collision?

Acceleration due to gravity, air resistance, body and ground contact area.

Muscle endurance, bone density, and stress time of long-term inactive muscles.

... No, he can't count, he can't count.

If she falls from the twelve storeys.

Then, all values ​​are blank.

He really hugged the fresh and warm body in his arms, and subconsciously breathed a long sigh of relief.

Not wanting the girl in his arms to see more, he covered her eyes with one hand, and his lips were tightly pressed against her soft long hair.

Her body trembled slightly.

Under his fingers, her eyelashes were scratching his palm.

He hugged her tightly, without even looking at the chaotic scene under the clock tower.

Seems to have left those behind, temporary selective amnesia.

He drew his arms tighter, pressed his lips against her ears, and said in a low voice:

"this is not your fault."

……