[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig felt that she must still be in the lingering sound of the explosion, otherwise, how could she explain it? Now she is obviously suffering from auditory hallucinations due to damage to her ear nerves.

Sherlock walked behind her:

"What's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with this sentence? By the way, so far, you are the only woman who can establish this kind of relationship with me, so your claim of finding a random test subject is unrealistic of……"

Ludwig looked at the torn pages in his hand and swallowed.

Her eyes widened, her back turned to Sherlock, staring at her pale fingers as if she suddenly didn't recognize them.

"Mr. Holmes, the bomb just now seems to have caused a little memory trouble for me-how long have we been together like this, in, um, pre-marriage, pre-marital partnership?"

Sherlock raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist:

"Fifteen days, seventeen hours and fifty-five minutes...according to your habit, it is not accurate to the second."

……

Fifteen days and seventeen hours ago?

Wasn't that the first day of the Jiro Uehara case?

That part of the conversation had already been thrown far into the Pacific Ocean by her.

A large cluster of purple hyacinths, a Japanese-style tavern, and a small white curtain with pictures of ladies fluttering slowly in the breeze.

And, in the dark night, the pink cherry blossoms bloom grandly and flourish like snow.

All of this was turned up again by her from the waves deep in her memory, and then, like a comet hitting the earth, it slammed into the rock of her reason.

……

Ludwig: "If there is such a person, would you accept it?"

Sherlock: "Yeah."

Sherlock: "Forever?"

Ludwig: "Forever."

……

So, this is her confession first?Is this still her first promise?

How stupid, how stupid I am.

I just thought that only human beings have love consciousness, I didn't know Sherlock would have it...

She thought silently, in shock.

… Just kidding, even if you lend her another twenty courages, she wouldn’t dare to confess to Sherlock Holmes, the most difficult first virgin man in Britain in centuries, okay!

It's like, she likes Wang Leehom and Li Yundi very much. When she encounters Wang Leehom one day, she must go up and ask jokingly-do you love such a good man who can play the piano and be romantic?Don't you love it?Why don't you love it?

Well, thinking about it now, in the absence of Mr. Peanut, from Sherlock's point of view, this really looks like a confession.Because of her gold finger, which was spoiled in advance, she and Sherlock see things from completely different angles.

... But Mr. Holmes agreed to come down because of which wire was not connected correctly! !

Master Plato, we can't stay on the earth anymore! !The right way to get your soul out of your body! !

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and raised his tone:

"Are you going to have a month and a half anniversary? I don't think it's a good idea, but if you insist, I can barely accept it...Where are you going?"

Ludwig stood up, his tone was calm and firm, and he looked no different from usual:

"I don't need an anniversary, I need to go to sleep...I must have been sleeping so little lately that the world is changing so fast."

Sherlock's deep and sexy voice sounded from behind: "But this place can no longer live."

She walked forward calmly:

"I don't mind... I'll just lie down for a few minutes—maybe the world will be different when I open my eyes."

"...Vichy."

Still the same: "Huh?"

"Actually, I wanted to tell you a minute ago..."

Sherlock sighed:

"You said you were going to sleep, but... you've been spinning three times in my bathroom."

"..."

……

10 minutes later, get in a taxi.

"If we're going at this speed and there's no taxi murders, robberies, terrorist attacks, or other surprises, we'll get there in half an hour."

Sherlock put the bag on the empty seat, and sat side by side with Ludwig in the back of the taxi, with a pleasant tone.

Ludwig propped his chin, staring at the bustling street outside the car window, pretending not to hear Sherlock talking.

If you don't hear it, you don't have to face it.

She could look directly at Sherlock Holmes, but not at Sherlock Holmes with whom she had a premarital relationship.

It's like traveling to "Journey to the West", when she thought she was here to fight monsters, but was suddenly confessed by Tang Sanzang.

All three views are destroyed.

She covered her face with a headache and tapped on the glass window frame with one hand.

On her fingers, it was replaced with dark green nail polish, which complemented the dark green emeralds on her ears.

——how should she explain it?

Although she didn't mean to, on the surface, she still deceived Sherlock-who would believe that she actually knew the plot?

The taxi driver was an old man with a gray beard. After hearing Sherlock's words, he said with a smile:

"Taxi murder? No, young man, I'm old."

He stepped on the accelerator with a nostalgic tone, and the taxi rushed out with a "whoosh":

"If you were still young, you would have absolutely no problem bringing down two."

Sherlock: "I doubt it very much. You have rhabdomyotrophy on your right foot, which is why you brake and clutch are ridiculously slow. You were bullied by your neighbors because you were thin, and in your fantasy, Be a physically strong person yourself and believe it."

Uncle Taxi: "..."

Ludwig remained motionless looking out the window.

Sherlock glanced at her, then added understandingly:

"Stress trauma is understandable, but I suggest you keep the speed at [-] kilometers-because you don't have time to step on the brakes."

Uncle Taxi: "..."

Ludwig was looking forward to the passing shops outside the car window, and didn't even notice that Sherlock was looking at her profile with dissatisfaction.

All kinds of clearly explained scenes turned in my mind - all of them were bloody and all of them were violent.

It shouldn't be easy for Sherlock to accept feelings. Being played like this, what if he is completely disappointed in the feelings of normal people from now on, and directly blackens and joins forces with Professor Moriarty?The world will definitely be crippled by these two high IQs... More importantly, before the world is crippled by these two, she will definitely be crippled by Mycroft first.

...Mr. Holmes, do you still remember the heroic words you said "I promise never to get married" by Daming Lake?

"You've been in a daze more and more recently...I hate this feeling. You've already shown your emotions on your face, but I can't reason them out."

He stared at Ludwig:

"What are you thinking? It's happened several times - there's nothing I can't reason about, it's out of the ordinary."

Ludwig watched a familiar white signboard flash by.

"Please stop... Please stop, thank you."

The taxi pulled over slowly.

"Tina Carlton? You don't like cake?"

"Suddenly want to eat."

"reason?"

"Suddenly want to eat."

Tina-Cattle Cakes, in her original world, is famous for making beautiful fondant cakes.

But that was after Prince William married Princess Kate with a fondant cake, and it should not be available now.

Ludwig stood in front of the cake window, and with a fluke mentality, asked: "Is there any ready-made fondant cake?"

The beautiful black Kenyan girl behind the window shook her head regretfully:

"The fondant cake needs to be reserved, and I'm almost off work...but you can try my frozen cake, which has both cheese and chocolate, and it has a very classic taste."

Ludwig's gaze wandered over the rows of cakes.

Suddenly, Sherlock's voice came from behind:

"If you want a fondant cake, you can go to my house, the housekeeper Old John's wife can make it. She made my father and mother's wedding cake last year..."

Ludwig paused, turned his back to him, and said firmly:

"No, you're too polite... You just said, last year's wedding? Are your parents remarried?"

Sherlock rested his elbows on the glass.

Under the glass, there happened to be a fiery rose cake.

Large giant roses are spread over white chocolate crumbs and surrounded by cherries.

This looks really dreamy... When Sherlock is silent, he has a classical temperament, just like a prince in the Middle Ages who waited patiently for his princess to ride a black horse.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he changed back to that Sherlock Holmes who always spoke attributive sentences and never stopped in long sentences.

Ludwig silently withdrew his gaze from Sherlock's exquisite reflection on the window, and then silently lit a candle for his incongruous thoughts.

"It's not remarriage, it's bigamy. They got married at least ten times..."

Sherlock stood up straight, his critical eyes scanned all kinds of desserts in the window:

"After I was born, my mother would ask for a divorce every one or two years. It is said that she wanted to re-experience the single life... But after two months, she couldn't bear it and ran back to remarry my father."

He smiled slightly:

"So I've been looking forward to the day when Dad isn't going to play the remarriage game with her - and I think that day is coming."

Ludwig: "..."

He pointed enthusiastically to a black cake decorated with chocolate in the corner:

"How about this one? It barely fits the design aesthetic."

Ludwig: "Too small."

Sherlock glanced at her: "You've always eaten very little...enough for the two of us."

Ludwig blinked:

"No, sir, I don't have your share...I ate it alone. If you want to eat it, you can only buy another one."

It's her birthday.It's her coming-of-age ceremony.

Therefore, this cake belongs to her alone, and no one should come to grab it.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes: "So, tomorrow is your birthday?"

Ludwig shrugged: "I just want to eat."

Sherlock acted as if he hadn't heard her:

"But the birthday on your certificate is a week later... Oh, the French government can make such a low-level mistake, no wonder my father always dismisses them."

Ludwig thought silently: In fact, not only your father, but also your brother is very dismissive of the French government.

But she didn't refute anything, just picked an ordinary cake decorated with purple flowers, and said to the Kenyan girl:

"That's it."

The Kenyan girl smiled in surprise:

"You are very discerning... The cost of this cake is the highest here. I specially made it inconspicuous. When it is left over, I can eat it myself."

Ludwig also smiled, thinking that the baker was very interesting:

"Thank you."

"You are welcome, you are such a beautiful couple. I never thought that Mr. Holmes would wait so patiently for a girl to buy a cake. He has always been honest with women, no matter how beautiful they are. I always thought it was my gender. .”

The Kenyan girl combed her thick braids, took out a delicate purple box with a smile, and joked:

"The only time he came, my counter was blown up... I hope you can come here often. Seeing Mr. Holmes being suppressed and obeying his words can provide me with inspiration."

Ludwig paused, and immediately changed the dangerous topic:

"...Thank you, do you know each other?"

What a beautiful couple they were... Mrs. Folsom of Birmingham also felt that they were a beautiful couple.

But at that time, she and Sherlock were still in a genderless relationship. Listening to this sentence in a different state of mind is really... so ecstasy.

After confirming that Ludwig's birthday is tomorrow, Sherlock, who didn't speak for a while, said lightly:

"She is my mother's cake maker, and she will come to my house to make cakes on weekends... Your way of celebrating your birthday is really unique. Are you planning to eat a whole one-kilogram cake alone to spend your time?"

Sherlock looked at the cake, then at her, with a cool tone:

"Even if you think that I obviously don't have the habit of celebrating birthdays for others, you can tell Mrs. Hudson that there is no need to go to buy cakes by herself. The cakes she bakes are much better than these small cake shops..."