[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig walked through the Camdenmarket with a few books in his arms. It was already eight o'clock in the evening.

After spending a day in the public library and solving the test questions of the University of East London in previous years, I feel that if it is not for my English grammar mistakes, it is not a big problem to pass the test from the perspective of philosophical speculation.

...Thanks again to her dear philosopher friend Li Sanque.

She listed a very detailed review schedule. As long as she follows the schedule, she will never have time to participate in Sherlock's adventure game, so as to cut off the possibility of getting to know each other and understanding each other further with Sherlock from the root.

In the days when she had to live in Sherlock Holmes' second manor, she would try her best to go to the library and minimize the chances of meeting Sherlock's family.

She walked through all kinds of small shops. Today is Saturday, and the camdenmarket is not open, but the beasts, women, and flowers painted by modern abstract painters at the door of the shop are very interesting, and the strong color conflicts create visual illusions, which are amazing.

A man in an all-black windbreaker stood in front of a huge, distorted engraving of cornflowers, smiled at her, made a mouth shape, and didn't know what to say.

She smiled back, didn't care, turned around and looked at the picture of the cat on the wall with an arrogant and sarcastic expression, thinking silently——

In fact, she doesn't need to be so entangled, it's all asking for trouble.

After school starts, one of them is studying literature at the University of East London, and the other is studying chemistry at Cambridge. Cambridge is so far away from Baker Street, and Mr. Holmes will rent another house in all likelihood. They usually don't even see each other.

At that time, she can dominate Baker Street by herself.

Even if they are real couples, if they haven't seen each other for a long time, their relationship may not be the same as before... It's only a matter of time before Sherlock breaks up with her, isn't it?

At Sherlock's rate of getting tired of new things, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, she will become a cold silhouette in his many collections, and stay in the trash can of his brain forever.

Even the Cretan Labyrinth could only keep him interested for a week, and feelings—that was such a tiresome thing.

Ahead is the famous chaotic neighborhood of this area, full of brothels, bars, and gay bars of all kinds.

As long as you hook your fingers, there will be a bank female staff dressed dignifiedly during the day, wearing hollow silk stockings in the cold winter, walking with you drunkenly.

Taxis usually don't come here, she can only get a taxi by crossing this street.

She hadn't planned to go this way, but somehow, she came here. When she wanted to turn around, she found that she had gone a long way.

With her head down, she passed by clubs quickly, and the lights of the neon signs fell on her hair, which was bizarre.

... How she wanted to go in and have a look.

Walking to this kind of place is like going back to the time when I was traveling around - late night bars, thick snow, and a middle-aged red-haired woman who sings lonely at Christmas.

But one of the most frustrating things in the world is when you finally become an adult and can go to the bar openly, and a boyfriend falls from the sky...

Next to a black Ford in front, leaning against a handsome man smoking a cigarette, he looked casually at the glass window of a bar opposite.

Ludwig approached him and said in surprise, "Edgar..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Officer Edgar.

He raised his head, slightly drunk, and said like singing an aria:

"O beautiful girl, your skin is like winter snow, and your lips are like lovely rose petals, trembling in the snow waiting for my flame..."

Ludwig: "..."

He maintained a not sober expression, and whispered succinctly:

"I'm watching... your breasts are as tempting as a turkey, your eyes are as bright as light bulbs... oh, you are my Catherine."

Ludwig: "..."

She immediately understood, and waved a hand, pretending to admit the wrong person:

"We've all been mistaken, but your metaphorical skills are terrible... Farewell, sir."

Police Officer Edgar smiled drunkenly, his temperament was quite different from usual, he took out his mobile phone, like a drunk who gave up chatting, and ignored her.

Ludwig shrugged with a smile, turned and left.

at this time--

"Wait! Catherine!"

Officer Edgar took her disappointed arm and pulled her back.

Ludwig was taken aback.

"I have a small favor, and I hope to get your help."

Officer Edgar hugged her from behind, pretending to be a frustrated man who mistook a strange woman on the side of the road and entangled her, and said quickly:

"I got the news just a second ago that Donovan's mission failed. We need to divert someone's attention. It's here in the casino on the third basement level... Oh, Catherine!"

One second he was still talking calmly, the next second, he said painfully:

"Catherine! Don't leave me!... The place where we are going to install surveillance is Room 2046. There are a total of four stalkers on the other side. They don't know each other. The person I want you to help stop is called Yatum. He is a novice. Complete novice...you just have to fight for us for 10 minutes."

Ludwig patted his arm around her waist in pity. On the surface, she was just comforting the frustrated man, but in fact, she was saying:

"You don't expect me to help you solve the case, do you? To solve the case, you need to find Sherlock. He is better at... Sir, I am not your Catherine."

Constable Edgar buried his head on Ludwig's shoulder, covering half of his face with his arm so that his lips could not be seen moving.

He is evasive:

"Sherlock and Lestrade have gone to deal with more important matters. We don't have enough manpower. It's impossible for Donovan to go twice alone. That's too obvious... Catherine, if you leave me again, I will Jump off London Bridge."

Ludwig looked at the sky silently: "Then you dance... I will definitely leave you immediately."

Edgar: "...You really don't give me face."

Ludwig: "Sorry, I don't mind."

Edgar whispered quickly:

"Please, you are Sherlock's assistant, aren't you? This is also your job, Miss Ludwig, I have no other options. If this kind of small task fails, I may never be able to become a regular... You know, I Has been working as a trainee inspector for far too long."

Edgar clasped Ludwig's waist, as if she would not let go unless she agreed:

"Although it looks dangerous, it's actually very simple. Atum is just a rookie. I guess he came here to gather the number of people to practice... We will smash the wine bottle to signal the end. Donovan is still below. With her here, you There will be no danger."

Ludwig paused, pretending to struggle:

"Sir, you really misidentified the person. I don't know Catherine...I'll help you this time. Don't make an example. You must treat me to dinner—what is their deal?"

"Although you are Sherlock's assistant and almost saved Uehara Jiro's life, I should have every reason to trust your professionalism..."

He especially emphasized the word "almost":

"However, this is not what you should know...for your own good."

In fact, her professionalism is literature, which has nothing to do with solving crimes.

"let it go."

Ludwig shrugged indifferently:

"I don't like putting myself in danger when I don't know anything, it's just stupid."

Edgar sighed and compromised:

"It's scopolamine, similar to atropine, but much more lethal than it. Today they are talking about a whole ton of high-concentration scopolamine, enough to put the entire UK at the mercy of others... Although the task is not difficult, but You are saving the safety of the whole of England, miss."

Ludwig nodded:

"So how much financial support do you plan to give to me who is about to save Britain's safety?"

Edgar didn't react for a while: "What kind of financial support?"

"Of course you have to gamble to enter the casino, otherwise it would be too strange... I saved your career and contributed to 'the whole of Britain' by the way. Sir, if you have to spend your own money to be a hero, then I won't do it."

Ludwig looked at the sky innocently:

"How much will you reimburse me?"

Edgar: "Five..."

Ludwig understood: "Fifty thousand pounds? You are too stingy."

Edgar: "..."

Who the hell wants to say fifty thousand pounds?What he wanted to say was five thousand, okay? !

He made up his mind and said, "Twenty thousand pounds... can't be more. I don't know if I can apply for this figure, and maybe I have to pay part of it myself."

"Britain's safety is worth [-] pounds? Are you selling it at a discount? Is a ton of high-purity scopolamine worth hundreds of millions of dollars at least? Sir, no wonder your Catherine doesn't want you, you are so stingy."

She raised her eyebrows:

"Forty thousand...not less."

Edgar: "Thirty thousand, no more."

Ludwig hopes to watch the sky:

"Then I think it's better for me to wait for Britain to perish before I buy U.S. dollar stocks... At that time, it will be all the way to the green. And when I become a rich French woman——I'm afraid you will still be a trainee inspector."

Edgar: "...Forty thousand is forty thousand."

He hugged her a little tighter, and slipped a photo and a card into her shirt pocket just for the pose.

"Remember, Block B, code-named Atum, attract his attention, any method is fine, as long as you don't let him pay attention to room 2046 - Donovan will be responsible for sending us information, the card password is ***** .”

"What happens if I don't succeed?"

"Since they don't know each other, there's no big problem, as long as you don't reveal your identity, we still have a chance-but you will not succeed? No kidding, you are Sherlock's assistant, although he is obviously annoying .”

As soon as he let go, Ludwig broke free from his arms:

"It's fine if it doesn't matter—deal."

"...You just carry the book like this? Will it be too conspicuous?"

"The more out of place, the less likely to be suspected."

Ludwig waved his hands indifferently, and said with a smile:

"That's why you find Sherlock annoying - his IQ is so dazzling that your self-esteem is shattered in front of him. It's not a heavyweight at all. How can you like him."

Edgar was silent for a second, reaching out to press her thin shoulders.

Ludwig turned around.

He looked at her deeply: "Catherine, no matter where you go in the world, I will wait for you in the Willway Restaurant we agreed upon—please be careful."

Ludwig smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards what looked like an underground parking lot, but was actually the entrance to an underground casino.

— to save Britain?

No, she has long wanted to go to the casino, but it is a pity that the funds have not been enough. Now the Commonwealth grants her to gamble. How can she live up to such a deep friendship?

Then, with your help, by the way, take a gamble.

Ludwig put the photo in front of the phone calmly, took it out to have a look, and when he put it back, he quietly threw the photo into the trash can.

Around the parking lot, halfway through the underpass, she was stopped by a fat man with a hood and a tattered suit.

The man was not surprised when he saw her obvious student appearance. He dropped half of the cigarette in his hand, opened his hands towards Ludwig, and showed his black and yellow teeth:

"Sorry miss, check in."

Ludwig: ...Where is the casino waiter who was promised to wear a black vest and a white shirt?What is going on with this uncle! !