[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

"Winner, winner... Gentlemen, stop and ask for a card, or a double?"

A gruff bearded man grinned heavily and said to the croupier:

"Double, Tom, wait for me to vent to you tonight...my instincts are as accurate as a dingo in a dump."

Ludwig sat on the side in confusion. As a woman who wanted to study literature, she was very distressed by the series of metaphors she heard today.

The down-and-out man who had just teased Atum was staring at the hidden card that the croupier put on the table, as if he wanted to poke a hole out of it.

"Tom, I'll bet you one of my wife's evenings .

Tom stopped his hand and said lightly: "Your wife is too fat, I'll bet with you if you change a bet, and you can't touch the cards in your hand... If you don't plan to go home tonight and find that you are short of one only words."

The down-and-out man withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

Atum sat there calmly, the cigar in his mouth was about to burn to the bottom.

Ludwig looked at him, and inadvertently and slowly moved behind him in the gap between the cards being dealt, and was about to turn to room 2046.

She immediately snatched the cigar from his mouth.

It's been 7 minutes and we can't afford to fall short.

She put one hand on his shoulder, just a little, and with the other she turned the cigar.

The deep face of the Frenchman, and the mysterious black pupils of the East, reflecting the red light of the cigarette butts, are full of various styles.

She raised the corner of her mouth: "Sitting with me, but you only care about smoking? It really frustrates me."

Atum reached into his shirt pocket and took out another cigar, and threw the lighter into Ludwig's hand:

"What are you implying that I can do to you?"

He looked at her and smiled, with the cold cigarette case pressed against the corner of her mouth:

"Come on one?"

Ludwig shook his head, avoided his teasing, approached with a fire, and lit it for him:

"I don't smoke too rough brands. The spicy nicotine will damage the taste buds, and after the damage, you need to re-establish the balance of the taste—too troublesome."

Yatum squeezed the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, raised his eyebrows:

"Isn't it because it was destroyed that there is a chance to rebuild it?"

He raised his arms slightly, like a king raising his scepter:

"And only reconstruction can bring more possibilities. This is the beauty of war...systems, rules, cards, everything is like this, including truth..."

Light blue smoke coiled around his fingertips.

Under the dark yellow halo, the smoking man showed a kind of seductive sex appeal.

He smiled faintly, with a haughty tone:

"The truth is played with, the world is deceived...but God is created, and whoever can create God is called God."

He looked sideways with his slightly raised eyes, and the sense of maturity that Ludwig felt before disappeared.

The young face under the light is arrogant, vulgar, and ignorant of everything.

It's just a boy.

"For example, at the gambling table, I am a god, so I never lose. I control all the numbers and rules, and those people...do they think they are gambling?"

The firelight in his hand slowly pointed to the faces immersed in desire in the casino:

"No, they are all my sacrifices."

……

God.

Ludwig lowered his eyes slightly, thinking sarcastically——

In this superimposed world of infinite time and space, even a god is nothing more than a small landlord. Are you proud?

but……

Just now, Atum's gray-blue eyes looked at her with a slight smile, the docile hair style, the young face, like... just like...

Like seen somewhere.

--Where is it?

Ludwig raised his head and smiled:

"This is too esoteric. Philosophy is rubbish to me. I'm only interested in money and jewelry, but... have I seen you somewhere?"

"Oh, my dear lady."

Atum put his arms around her, affectionately.

The black brim of the beret obliquely covered one of his eyes.

That face, which can only be described as good-looking, shines because of the soul under the skin, and every gesture is unique.

He showed a look of "I know everything":

"The way to strike up a conversation has been passed down for centuries, did you rely on this sentence to win your boyfriend?"

Ludwig resisted the urge to shake his hand away:

"I don't know how I got my boyfriend. I have been baffled about this for a long time. If you find any talent in me, please tell... Wait, how do you know I have a boyfriend? ?”

Ludwig suddenly thought of a terrible possibility.

...Why don't tell her that Atum is Sherlock in disguise.

Just judging from his remarks about becoming a god, it is indeed very possible that Sherlock, like him, scoffed at the stupid rules of the ordinary world.

Sherlock himself is not in the second class, but he can't stop him from opening his mouth "you humans" and shutting his mouth on "the rules of normal human beings" - he exudes the breath of the second class all the time.

If Atum is really Sherlock, what's the situation now - the boyfriend is caught in a double, and one of them is the boyfriend himself?

Yatum put one arm around her, without looking at the gaming table, and pushed the chips forward:

"Oh, Tom, you've blown your cards... Of course you have a boyfriend, because I haven't seen a pretty girl who has only one boyfriend at the same time."

He tilted his head and lightly touched Ludwig's forehead with his forehead, skillfully and gently:

"Look, sweetheart, your ten thousand pounds is now forty thousand...enough to buy you a necklace."

Ludwig tilted his head back slightly, and before he could dodge Atum's movements, he heard a harsh chair rubbing sound behind him.

The dark-skinned man who played blackjack at the table with Ludwig at the beginning, his face was so dark that it was about to drip, kicked the chair away, and walked towards this side aggressively.

Then he reached out and pulled Ludwig out of Atum's arms.

His strength was so great that Ludwig felt that his right wrist would be injured if not disabled.

"Because I'm black, black like I haven't showered in a week, so you pick a little white face, even if he doesn't have a penny on him? The worldview of white people is really unbelievable... But it's okay, wait for me Turn you over to my black men, they'll make you so happy you change your mind."

The man with black braids looked at Ludwig as if he were looking at a pile of dirty garbage:

"I thought you'd be different - white man's bitch."

Ludwig blinked... Why did it suddenly rise to the height of racial discrimination?

A big rough black hand with a scar was rubbing against her delicate wrist. The contrast of black and white was full of hints.

Ludwig raised his wrist, curled the index finger of the other hand, tapped the black man's hairy back, and said with great interest:

"How do these hairs grow? Sure enough, the blacks are not very civilized, and their hands are like orangutans... Don't look at me like that, I want to be afraid too, but throw me to my subordinates to enjoy this kind of words, when I travel every year I have to listen to it several times.”

Enduring the intensified pain in her wrist, she shrugged her shoulders pretending to be relaxed:

"No way, you guys are too uncreative."

Yatum took a puff of cigarette slowly, and ignored the black man who was as tall as an iron tower. He just looked at Ludwig with interest, tilted his head and smiled.

He took a sip of the cigar between his fingers and said casually:

"Tom, look, there's a nigger trying to get a woman from me."

Tom calmly pushed a small stack of chips onto his table: "Don't be so excited, Atum, this is not the first woman you've been robbed, get used to it...you've won again."

"But she is the first woman who can hand out a hundred thousand pounds."

Atum waved his hand and narrowed his eyes:

"I like the double stimulation of beauty and money. That is the real ecstasy. I can't let the duck fly away."

He leaned back in his chair, his posture casual and undisciplined.

Because Ludwig was pulled up by the black man, there was no shelter at this angle, so he could see room 2046 just by turning his head slightly.

Ludwig was wringing his heart, and he was about to turn his head.

She spoke suddenly, drawing his attention to herself:

"Darling, now there's a nigger from the wild and uncivilized, a dog so black you can't see his eyes, that he's going to rob your lover beyond his means—what are you going to do?"

— She just needs to last another ten minutes, ten minutes.

Making trouble is her forte.

Since someone is provoking, then... let them fight more violently.

Atum was startled at first, then laughed.

He rested his chin on one hand, patted Ludwig's face frivolously with the other, and said happily:

"You're so funny, baby, I like you better the way you are now... When I'm done with this nigga, let's be our Romeo and Juliet of London and have a crushing love."

Ludwig: "..."

Who the hell wants to have a world-shattering love with you.

Ludwig looked closely at Atum's gray-blue eyes, and always felt that something was wrong.

He just said that he prefers her the way she is now.

……Even?Now?

But looking at it from such a close distance made her sure that the inexplicable familiarity she felt before definitely did not come from Sherlock.

Sherlock's eyes, not like that.

Sherlock's eyes are the most transparent gray gems in the world, even when he is expressionless, the light in those eyes is unique and moving.

Like, crushed the sky and the sea.

……

Atum is not Sherlock, but this Atum, she must have seen him somewhere.

Before she could think about it, a powerful arm had already grabbed Atum's collar.

Facing the tall man with black braids, Yatum, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was like a little chick. He sat up from his seat when he was lifted so easily.

The man with black braids said gloomily, "Negro? When I break your bones, I'll see how your blood is different from mine."

He glanced at Ludwig with disdain:

"After I finish cleaning him up, I'll clean up you bitch. After rewarding my men, they will break bones one by one just like him... What I hate the most is the superior attitude of you white people, as if How mean and dirty is the black skin... Aww!"

He didn't finish talking, and he couldn't finish talking for a while.

Ludwig only heard him scream, and saw him cover his eyes, his tower-like body fell to the ground, kicking up heavy dust.

He twisted irregularly with one hand, and put the other on his face.

Blood flowed continuously from his fingers.

He screamed and rolled on the ground.

Ludwig was pushed hard, and she staggered to one side, and her wrist was pulled with a sharp pain, which almost made her tears come out.

The wrist of her right hand was really about to break this time, and she couldn't exert any strength.

Without time to slow down, Ludwig quickly raised his eyes to confirm the direction of Atum's gaze at the moment.

—A broken wrist is just a pain, but if her negligence causes the infiltrating police from Scotland Yard to be discovered, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fortunately, his back was facing room 2046, since he stood up, he shouldn't have time to pay attention there.

She took a deep breath, but in the next second, she almost spit it out while covering her mouth.

In Yatum's hand, he held a silver knife.

On the sharp tip of the knife, there is a round, complete eyeball.

That is, the eyes of black men.