[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig watched him silently for a few seconds by the light of the flashlight.

He made no secret of his interest, like a child who got the candy he wanted, full of joy.

"I said……"

Ludwig puts on his shoes slowly:

"If I hadn't confirmed that you were Sherlock Holmes, I would have thought that you would eventually become one of them."

"Who?"

"Criminal Carnival - If you put your talents to use in crime, it must be the greatest crime in the world."

He paused for a moment, his face was hidden in the shadow of the night, as if covered by a veil, and he couldn't see clearly.

"If, I mean if..."

He seemed to be watching her, and seemed to be looking elsewhere in the darkness:

"I really, like you say, use crime to fill a boring life - I can honestly understand their thinking, the usual criminal methods are full of holes and repetitive, nothing new, let alone artistic .”

He put away his disdainful expression and slowed down his speech:

"If I fell into the abyss of crime - at that time, where would you be?"

"Me? Are you kidding me?"

Ludwig stood up, walked up to him, and looked up at him:

"Of course, the farther away from you the better—I still expect to be able to travel around the world with good limbs when I am young, and to die in a warm bed when I am old."

He looked at her without speaking.

half an hour.

"So, I won't do that."

He turned around and didn't look at her again, but when he walked out of the room, he repeated a sentence lightly:

"I wouldn't do that - the cost would be too great."

Because of Sherlock's words, Ludwig stood still for a while, then remembered what he was going to do, and walked out of the room with the gift from Erich.

Sherlock was lying on the sofa full of glass shards, wood chips, and cement shards, holding a laptop and typing quickly.

...No, he wasn't lying directly on the sofa, there was a sofa pillow under his body, and the pillow under his head looked very familiar, it was...the pillow she threw to Sherlock before going to bed to drive him out of the room ?

Ludwig turned around numbly.

Her pillow, apparently, hadn't been changed in a week.

...Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who has to change the sheets every other day and never sleeps without changing the sheets, is your cleanliness dead?

No, something must be wrong.

Something bad must have happened, but she ignored it.

"I can't live here, the smell of sulfur is too strong - I think Mrs. Hudson will kill us... no, kill you."

"She won't."

Sherlock said without hesitation:

"In less than a week, this place will be restored to its original state, and Mrs. Hudson was sent to Greece for vacation by me, and she will not be back for two weeks."

"...Next time if there is such an opportunity, remember to send me on vacation together. I have wanted to go to Greece for a long time."

She tiptoed through the messy living room, and poured herself a glass of water at the small bar that was still in good condition:

"You should have family in London, go home and live these two days."

Sherlock responded casually:

"Although I don't really want to go home, but since you asked so, let the housekeeper prepare our room later..."

Ludwig put the water in his mouth, and before he could drink it, he was startled by Sherlock:

"Our room? No, no, no, it's you going back to your home, I won't go."

Sherlock's fingers stopped typing on the keyboard.

He looked up from the sofa:

"Aren't you going? Where do you live then? You don't know anyone in London... Oh, are you going to see that coffee shop owner again?"

"What do you mean by 'planning again'? Be careful with the words, sir, I have never looked for Erich, nor am I going to look for him—is there no hotel in London?"

Her eyes and tone were calm, as if Erich was really just a cafe owner to her.

After she finished speaking, she looked at the broken bricks in the sink and added in a low voice:

"Anyway, he came to say goodbye to me."

The sound of typing sounded again after a while:

"If you don't want to stay in my house... There is actually another way to save you from staying in a small hotel with poor sanitation in London."

Ludwig: "What way?"

"Remember what I told you, someone invited us to a big meal?"

He stared at the laptop screen. The blue light of the computer screen made his eyes look like the eyes of a night vision animal, shining in the dark.

"One of my clients and...his parents have always wanted to invite me to dinner. He is a small official serving the British government and often asks me for some difficult matters."

He said smoothly and without hindrance:

"I know he has a very undesigned small apartment that he cleans regularly but almost never goes back to live in... We could live there for a week and come back when it's sorted out."

"Won't you bother me at night?"

"He...wouldn't mind."

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth and smiled:

"You know, in his long and pale life, working to death for government trivialities, there are too many things to ask of me."

Ludwig pondered for a moment: "Also."

She went back to the room to pack a few books to review for the exam, took two changes of clothes, thought about it, and put the gift that Ai Ruixi gave her properly in the bedside cabinet before walking out.

"My bag is under the cabinet. There are not many things. Can I put it in your bag?"

Sherlock didn't even look at it: "Yes."

Ludwig took Sherlock's military bag from the coat rack that was miraculously unaffected.

By the way, the one who quietly put Lestrade under the coat rack... well, honey, which is said to be good for a certain aspect, was kicked into the corner.

It's also a miracle...

She silently thought, why this thing hasn't broken yet...

The experience of being pressed on the sofa by Sherlock was too beyond her understanding.Without that bullet, she couldn't imagine how it would have ended.

Sure enough, no matter whether it is a man or Sherlock, the dignity in this aspect cannot be provoked.

But before she retracted her feet, she heard Sherlock say lightly:

“It’s not a question of dignity—I don’t think sexual ability is something to be proud of or to be ashamed of, it’s shameful not to be able to control one’s desires, and from Freud’s point of view, sex is the original sin of all crimes. "

Ludwig withdrew his foot calmly, she was used to Sherlock being able to read her mind with the back of his head.

It's not such a miraculous ability. She kicked honey just now, and she must have made a sound. The actions represented by these sounds have very complicated calculation formulas in Sherlock's hands. Sherlock can guess what she is thinking before and after contacting him. For the great detective Sherlock Holmes That said, it's not difficult at all.

What she doesn't understand is—

"Then why did you..."

"Why do you have to act beyond your knowledge and react beyond your expectations? That's right, it's really not like to force a woman with slender arms like ant's feet to the sofa. Something Sherlock would do - it's hardly a challenge at all."

Ludwig had a wooden face - his arms were as slender as ant's feet?Not challenging?

Did he still expect her to pull out a bazooka from behind to shoot him when he was pinning him down, to increase the difficulty?

Sherlock closed the computer and turned his back to her:

"And the reason why I still do this is to tell you——I can do what ordinary men can do, such as hugging, kissing, and making love. I can do these low-difficulty movements, but I just don't bother to do them."

Ludwig calmly threw a dry little finger out of Sherlock's sturdy military bag:

"Let me make a correction first. The reproductive instinct of human beings is not called mating. Mating is for uncivilized animals... So, your series of rogue moves is to prove that you can do what ordinary men can do?"

...Hey, do you know how much psychological shadow a small proof question of yours has brought to me?

"There's no reason why ordinary men would do it, but you think I can't."

Sherlock spoke arrogantly:

"And... playing hooligans? Need I remind you that you did all these actions to me?"

"This kind of thing, when a man does it to a woman, it's called hooliganism, and when a woman does it to a man, it's called knowing one's feelings."

Ludwig tucks the credit card into the pages:

"If you don't believe me, just use another woman as a test subject and throw yourself on the sofa for a try. If she doesn't plan to spend a good night with you, she will probably call the police."

Sherlock stood up, didn't go to pack his clothes, but put his credit card, keys, and the mobile phones of the two of them into the coat pocket together.

Then, he turned and looked at Ludwig deeply.

"You didn't call the police either."

Ludwig felt that he couldn't be more frightened today.

And the meaning behind this sentence shocked her even more than the previous bomb.

How should she explain it to Sherlock?

Because we're roommates, because I know you're kidding me, because I know calling the police is like calling the Sherlock Holmes housekeeper so it won't do anything?

In the end, she could only smile dryly:

"Maybe it's because I...have a lot of experience in bars? You know, French men like to press you against the wall to talk about the weather...you get used to it."

Sherlock said coolly:

"That's why you suggested that I randomly find a woman to throw herself on the sofa to do an alarm test? It is obvious that your previous 'experience' is not very high level, otherwise you wouldn't be able to fight because of I was thrown over and overwhelmed."

Ludwig: "...I'm not overwhelmed, even if I'm a little surprised, it's because the object is you. And I'm already very calm, you can compare it by the way when you do the alarm test."

Sherlock said "ha" expressionlessly:

"Sorry, except for the woman with whom I have established a pre-marital partnership, in other cases, even if it is an experiment or solving a case, I don't need to contribute myself to get the answer."

His tone was mocking and cold:

"Vichy, I'm not you. I won't be able to deal with different people in different places without any pretense. I'll be merciful everywhere. Drinking a cup of coffee can also make the owner of the coffee shop fascinated..."

Ludwig stared at the "Plato Conversations" in his hand.

Through the light outside the window, I can still vaguely discern that on the page of the credit card she is holding, Plato is saying to Simi:

Simmy, true philosophers, they are most eager to free the soul from the bondage of the body.

……

Lord Plato, although I am not a philosopher, my soul seems to have a little bit of signs that I am eager to get rid of my body.

Because, I seem to be seriously hallucinating.

Ludwig said slowly: "What did you say just now?"

She was pinching the pages of the book in her hand, without knowing it, she had deformed the pages.

Sherlock paused for a moment: "I'm not you, I won't be able to deal with different people in different places without the need to pretend, smiling, hugging, staying everywhere..."

"No, not this sentence...the last sentence."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and repeated calmly:

"Except for the woman with whom I have established a pre-marital partnership, in other cases, even if it is an experiment or solving a case, I don't need to contribute myself to get the answer..."

That's right, that's where the problem lies. The big shiny characters have such a strong sense of presence that they cannot be ignored.

Marriage, ex, partner, partner, relationship, relationship.

——"呵啦".

In the hands of Ludwig, Plato's soul and body were finally separated as he wished.