[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig was in a mess in the wind.

She forgot that she was still wearing a shoe on one foot, and just stepped on the floor directly.

Watson hasn't even come out yet, who is so hard-pressed to be in love with Sherlock?

Although Ludwig has always firmly believed that Fuhua will definitely push him for life.

But be sensible, even if Dr. Watson appears, he is still a fresh meat now, with no medical skills or marksmanship.

More importantly, there is no loyalty, firmness and fearlessness in times of danger that have been tempered from military life.

Such Watson, I'm afraid he can't impress Sherlock, who is already a bit high-functioning and anti-social.

Could it be Inspector Lestrade, then?

... No, plot, please spare Inspector Lestrade.

Every once in a while, Inspector Lestrade has to endure a "Sherlock-style" baptism at the scene of the crime.

Asking him to be his lifelong partner, spending 24 hours with Sherlock... he would cut his life in half.

Who else?Could it be Officer Donovan?

... No, that's not as good as Officer Edgar, at least Officer Edgar has fair complexion.

Can't imagine Officer Donovan and Sherlock kissing...that's a piece of milk chocolate that hasn't had time to mix.

Ludwig racked her brains, and then... she thought in horror of someone she absolutely should not have thought of.

It must be because her brain was still in a dormant state in the early morning.

Otherwise, it couldn't explain why the answer she finally got was so eclectic, which could be called horrifying and weird.

When she found nothing, the words Uehara Jiro said before his death popped up in her mind.

——"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..."

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

No, stop!Must stop!

She must not have woken up to have such a terrible idea! !

Ludwig A: "When a person is about to die, his words are good. Judging from the current situation, Mr. Holmes is definitely true love for you."

Ludwig B: "The first floor is really humorous, ah ha ha ha ha ha ha."

She took a deep breath.

"Mr. Holmes, I have a serious question for you. Please answer it seriously."

Sherlock looked up.

Ludwig met those gray gem-like eyes, and couldn't help swallowing nervously.

"The reason why you can't concentrate is not because of... me?"

Sherlock's expression at that moment was like suddenly seeing a group of glacial mammoths rushing into the room.

Then he lowered his head slightly and looked at the book, Ludwig couldn't see his expression clearly.

I can only see that he belongs to the three-dimensional facial features of Europeans, and half of his face is hidden in the thin light of the morning:

"Uncontrollable emotions are self-destructive, and I cherish reason - don't overestimate your influence on me, Vichy."

Do you want to remind her, or... want to remind yourself?

His tone was light and unobtrusive:

"It is only possible, and only allowed, to float up and down within a controllable range - just like a goldfish can never swim out of a fish tank."

…Yes, relationships require control, not indulgence.

His rationality, his emotions, have been moving forward slowly according to the track he has set.

His self-control is so strong that even the most unpredictable love in the world can only grow within his tolerance.

He always thought that he was invincible.

The accident happened at the moment when she almost fell from the twelfth floor.

Mr. Holmes was extremely unwilling to admit it... At that moment, reason disappeared and hormones took advantage of it.

Completely, completely, took control of his brain.

... This is a shame, absolutely, not allowed, to happen again.

After that accident, he re-examined his fortress. Under his strict precautions, how could Ludwig distract him again, even so distracted that he couldn't do experiments?

……

Ludwig looked at the ceiling, trying not to make his urge to roll his eyes too obvious:

"So, except for the priests in the West and the monks in the East, almost everyone in the world is in a state of self-destruction?"

"Is not it?"

He sneered indifferently:

"Allowing the hormones to take full control of the central nervous system is a big factor in their brain dullness."

Ludwig: "So?"

Sherlock took a deep look at her:

"So, at least as long as I'm not crazy, all feelings, including love, should be within my control."

"Forget it, even if there is no self-destruction in the whole world, only you, Mr. Holmes, the Thames River will not stop flowing."

Ludwig rolled his eyes towards the sky:

"I'm afraid there have been uncontrollable accidents in your life, otherwise, how can you explain your current... state of being out of control?"

Sherlock was silent for a second.

"That doesn't mean that I've been defeated by emotion... because judging from your IQ, I really don't think you have the value to make me an exception."

So, while he calmly refuted "the possibility of Sherlock being deprived of reason by love"...

Ludwig is still struggling with "he definitely isn't true love for me".

...The continuation of the misunderstanding, the twists and turns of fate.

It's a really sad story.

Ludwig let out a long sigh of relief.

Hearing Sherlock's deep contempt for her IQ, she wasn't angry at all, she just felt that she was fine.

But before she could finish her breath, Sherlock turned his face slightly and said with some embarrassment:

"But given the relationship we have, it's one of the possible scenarios ... because I haven't had time to rule it out yet."

This is really a sudden situation... Ludwig got stuck in his throat.

relation?what relationship?Roommate relationship?

...So, Sherlock is destined to fall in love with his roommate, without John Watson, just use her to make up the number?

If it must be a roommate...Mr. Plot, have you forgotten Mrs. Hudson by Daming Lake?

Ludwig felt that her current expression was too stiff, so she adjusted her muscles slightly, trying not to care too much about it:

"Really? So is it me? I suddenly feel that my sense of existence has greatly improved."

Sherlock stared at her for two seconds, then turned to face her sideways, and said coldly:

"It's not confirmed yet, I said, I just haven't had time to think about whether to rule it out."

"Please think quickly... Be sure to speed up your brain to three hundred miles. This is more important than the case."

Ludwig's fingers were so tangled that he almost played "Bumblebee March" on the sofa.

"I still want to go back and catch up on sleep. I will definitely not be able to fall asleep before you come to the result of your thinking."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ludwig felt that she seemed to see the corner of Sherlock's mouth slightly raised, very slightly.

"Sorry, my brain keeps going three hundred miles even when I'm not thinking about the goal."

After that moment of delusion, his expression was as cold as ever:

"Honestly, I always thought that being able to establish a 'long-term companionship and mutual non-legal ownership relationship' with you has exceeded my bottom line."

The bottom line has been crossed.

Sanity has been shaken.

So he can no longer retreat, no more concessions can be made.

He has an above-average sensitivity to danger—one step back, and there is nothing to be done.

His slender legs rested on the coffee table, without shoes, and his posture was loose.

... long-term companionship and non-legal ownership relationship with each other?

...What the hell is this relationship!I beg Mr. Holmes not to drag the definition!

Has Robin Li struggled out of his small apartment of a few square meters in Zhongguancun?I can’t Baidu at this time, it’s too frustrating.

Sherlock looked at the book in his hand, and after pouring a touch of cold water just right, he did not forget to comfort his little girlfriend:

"Succumb to the stupidity of sex hormones, double the stupidity...I never thought I'd be in love with a woman before."

——So you've let me make an exception for you, be content.

... Mr. Holmes, are you sure this is consolation?

And what Ludwig thought was—would Mr. Holmes not dare to say "I always thought so", "I have never been so before"?

She had given up trying to test Sherlock's mind in such a direct way, so she simply took off the other shoe and sat next to Sherlock.

While speaking, Sherlock had finished flipping through the thick and brick-like "Moore's Poems", and began to flip through "Verlaine".

Ludwig sat cross-legged next to him: "Mr. Holmes, what do you think after reading Verlaine's poem?"

He turned wearily to the next page:

"If Verlaine spent his whole life writing these things, it would be more valuable than donating himself to the dissection room."

Surely one should not expect Mr. Holmes to have a good opinion of literature.

"Speaking of which, Verlaine is also gay. His love affair with Percy is still talked about to this day."

Ludwig's eyes lit up: "If you see any resonance in his poems, please remember to tell me."

"Resonance? Oh, Vichy, that's illogical."

Sherlock put down the book and frowned, looking very incomprehensible:

"Homosexuality is not just as hormonally controlled as bisexual is, it's also somewhat genetically controlled... there's zero chance that I would resonate."

Ludwig: "That may not be true, Mr. Holmes. The truth is often unexpected."

"There is a theory of emotional projection in psychoanalysis..."

Sherlock said flatly:

"If you think I'm gay without any basis, then there's a good chance that it's your own mental projection that you're actually gay."

……

How can I tell you this?

Do you want me to say that, in fact, everything is because of the bad taste of the British crew in another space, your sexual orientation is like a wild horse, going further and further on the same-sex road of no return?

Ludwig resolutely avoided this topic, and turned his attention to the book in Sherlock's hand.

...So she didn't notice that Sherlock's eyes suddenly became sharper and deeper under her attitude of avoiding talking.

Ludwig looked at the collection of poems in Sherlock's hand, and said with some hesitation:

"Actually, there is another way. I'm not sure if it's useful to you, but at least it's more useful than you flipping through books here."

His tone was light, not interested: "What method?"

Her expression was tangled, she couldn't help wiping her face, and put it down again:

"I'll say something to you...no other meaning, just for experiment, if you don't have any touch..."

Then, it indirectly proves that you have no feelings for me.

Roundabout tactics.

"Then, it proves that it's not because of me that you are out of your mind."

Sherlock looked at her with tides in his beautiful gray eyes.

His lips moved, but he didn't speak.

"If you don't speak, you agree by default."

Ludwig sat up straight and turned Sherlock's shoulders as if he was dying.

She must figure out this problem today, otherwise she will be so entangled that she can't eat breakfast.

"Come on, close your eyes now."

Sherlock didn't speak, nor did he close his eyes.

"...Forget it, that's it."

Ludwig did not expect Mr. Holmes to obediently follow her steps.

Her voice was originally soft, like the sugar strands elongated in the sunlight when a master in a felt hat in an alley made candied haws.

At this moment, she lowered her voice, as if immersed in a dream:

"Now, think of me."

Two seconds later—

"It's unreasonable, Vichy, you are right in front of my eyes, I can see you as soon as I open my eyes, why do I need to fantasize about your face in my mind?"

His emotionless gaze swept across her face lightly:

"That's what hypochondriacs do."

He puts extra emphasis on "doing nothing."

Ludwig was very upset that the atmosphere that had just been brewing was interrupted:

"You are already high-functioning and anti-social, you don't care about one more paranoia."

She was only half joking:

"And I wouldn't be surprised if you got paranoid or schizophrenic someday."

Sherlock raised his crossed fingers on his legs slightly, but paused for a moment.

"It's all curable...I mean, whether it's high-functioning sociopaths, paranoia, schizophrenia."

He pursed his lips:

"Also, I don't have to fantasize about you...you are here."

"I know I'm here."

Ludwig rolled his eyes tenderly in his heart:

"But this is not the point. The point is that although you are confident in your self-control, in fact, you haven't excluded me from distracting you, have you?"

Sherlock looked straight at Ludwig, her calm face reflected in her inorganic jewel-like eyes.

She spoke calmly and eloquently, but she calmed down the tiny nervousness - she thought she was hiding it well, but in his eyes, it was already exposed.

After a few seconds, he said softly: "It's time to start...I'm already thinking about it."

...Emma, ​​please Mr. Holmes not to stare at her, is she big?

"Can you look in the other direction?"

"No."

"Ok."

She closed her eyes, unable to bear Sherlock's straight gaze.

Although she knew that the concentration and thoroughness in that gaze was just Sherlock's instinct.

She closed her eyes, raised her face slightly, her eyelashes were like a fading shadow in the morning light.

No need to think, no need to recall, these verses are familiar and blurted out.

Her low voice resounded in the silent room, with a journey from life that echoed to this day——

"I love you."