[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Fortunately, literature is Mr. Holmes' shortcoming. He probably doesn't know such boring love drama as "Romeo and Juliet".

Sherlock said lightly:

"Romeo and Juliet? If I remember correctly, it was a fake death case full of loopholes, the origin of which was a... private love scene?"

"..."

Ludwig paused and said decisively:

"You remember correctly, "Romeo and Juliet" is just a medical fake death case full of loopholes, the male lead committed suicide in shame because he couldn't identify the fake death of the female lead...but it was a tragedy caused by not knowing the basic knowledge of death appraisal , has nothing to do with love, it's all a promotional video made by those people who study forensics."

Atum rested his chin, crossed his legs, and watched them leisurely, as if watching a good show.

As for Sherlock, he didn't even glance at him, as if the man holding his girlfriend just now didn't exist at all.

He kept his eyes on Ludwig, and saw her start to take the chips on the table, and asked with a little inscrutable:

"Are these chips yours?"

Ludwig didn't dare to look back, and obediently said, "Yes."

"It's been four or ten minutes since you walked into the casino, and there are still 10 minutes after deducting the five minutes for checking in and exchanging chips. You changed the table about two and ten minutes ago, according to the average speed of the dealers here. , you have bet at least 5 rounds, and you take the initiative to find this man to help you block, which means that you have been losing before and he has been winning, and then combined with the calculation of the size of the two bets he placed after I came - it is obvious that you have brought at least ten million pounds."

Ludwig stopped holding the chips.

Her phone was turned off, how did Sherlock know when she entered the casino?Even if Officer Edgar told him, how did he know when she changed the gaming table halfway through?

Or, he let his rumored homeless informants all over London and even the whole of England focus on her and report all her abnormal movements to him.

Or, in addition to giving her a cell phone with a bugging function, he also installed something else on her - a tracker.

If it was just to protect her safety, after she had discovered a wiretapping software, he had clearly promised her that he would not use other tracking methods...

Here at Sherlock, the so-called girlfriend is treated the same as a world-class terrorist.

Surveillance layer by layer, like a giant net, wrapped layer by layer, like a shadow.

She is a criminal in the center of the giant network, but she knows nothing about her crime.

……

She stood up calmly, and pushed the rest of the chips onto the Atum table with her left hand:

"Given it to your friend Ed." She omitted the "plus."

Sherlock said "oh" calmly:

"You actually managed to convince him to give you [-] pounds? Am I worthy of being a courtesan? Obviously, your talent in this area is much more impressive than your IQ..."

Ludwig interrupted him with his back turned:

"He only promised to give me [-] pounds, but there was [-] pounds in the card...I told the person at the counter to withdraw as much as I had, and I took out all the money in the card. After all, the first The next time you come to the casino, be prepared...Mr. Atum, the rest is yours."

But Atum didn't look at her, he didn't give her even a corner of his eye.

The man who just held her on his lap, said that his love for her was worth [-] million US dollars, and that he wanted to have a devastating love with her, was resting his chin on one hand, watching intently—Sherlock?

Ludwig: "..."

So, has the plot master finally decided to open Sherlock's golden finger to kill men and women?

Sherlock didn't seem to notice Atum's direct gaze that couldn't be ignored.

He just looked at her indifferently, half a meter away:

"How long are you going to dawdle? Or—you don't actually plan to go home today at all?"

Ludwig's eyes lingered between Atum and Sherlock, his mouth opened, and in the end he didn't say anything, and followed Sherlock towards the stairs leading to the ground.

"Oh, baby, it's not good to just talk and leave... Can you leave after I told you?"

Following his voice, the bustling casino suddenly stopped.

The woman's laughter, the sound of rolling the dice, and the man's whistle... It was like a clockwork machine was suddenly stuck, and all of a sudden, it stopped.

Slow footsteps came from behind them.

Atum dragged a wooden chair and sat down.

"People who stand in the wrong direction, like Lucifer, will one day fall like a star."

Yatum's voice was joking, like reciting a hymn:

"You will conquer a lot, but you are one step away. You will gain a lot, but you will... lose your life."

Sherlock stopped in his tracks and turned his head lightly:

"The oracle that Alexander received in the Siwa Oasis clearly fits your fancy plagiarism style."

Atum sat on a simple wooden chair in the casino, propped his face with one hand, and smiled slightly.

Chips, money, gamblers, and wandering warblers...all of these faded because of his existence, and they all became the flowing background behind him.

It seems that this is a kingdom hidden underground, and he is the king who rules it all.

Ludwig hoped for the changes around him, and his heart cooled down bit by bit.

—she was fooled.

There is no such thing as a ton of drug dealing, their purpose is to lure her here, and use her as bait to attract Sherlock.

She thought she was in the dark, but she didn't know that she was the one standing in the light and being calculated.

Delaying Atum's time?No, Atum was stalling her.

But what she couldn't understand was - she didn't even know that she would come to this red light district, how did they know?

And Sergeant Edgar—was he a mistake, or was he simply a... spy planted by these terrorists in Scotland Yard?

……

Sherlock remained motionless, as if all the changes around him were within his expectations:

"With all due respect, this is nothing more than an ancient political trick, a miracle faked by Alexander in order to make people believe that he was the son of Jupiter, only a fool would deify this sentence... If you rely on If strength is not wisdom, but these ethereal things, then I shall..."

He raised his eyes indifferently:

"……Very disappointed."

Atum laughed uncontrollably as if hearing something funny.

He got up and took Tom the Dealer's cards without hesitation.

According to the rules of the casino, except for the croupier, no matter whether it is the banker or the player, the hands are not allowed to touch the cards.

"Oh, baby, you are wrong, the rules of the world are not like this..."

He twirled the cards with nimble fingers and tossed them up casually.

The cards spread out in mid-air, and he took them back neatly in his hand.

"It's not because people believe in the oracle that the oracle was created, but because the god is already standing there, high above, and the painful and ignorant people flock to kiss the toes of the god..."

He spread out his hands, holding the cards in one hand, and snuffed out the cigarette butt on the card table with the other.

The red flame flashed and then went out at his fingertips.

"God cannot stand on the same level as those foolish people. All emotions are flaws in perfect reason, and they are all shameful obedience to the weak needs of the heart..."

Thinking about what Atum said with his toes, Ludwig could also guess that the so-called "God's flaw" refers to himself.

"A perfect world should be two in one, like life and death, like me and you... Only in this way can light and darkness continue."

He approached them, put a hand lightly on Ludwig's shoulder, gently rubbed her hair, and put his finger on her artery:

"Then, why don't you give me your flaws... If you can't destroy them with your own hands, let me help you destroy them."

Ludwig lowered her eyes, under her long black sleeve, her right hand drooped feebly, causing her temples to twitch in pain.

A broken bone will not hurt very much at first, but as the blood circulation is not smooth and the sequelae of muscle damage gradually become prominent, it will become more and more painful.

But she just shrank her fingers and stood there calmly, Ren Yatum said in her ear intimately:

"Isn't it? My dear Juliet? You can only go one of the two, otherwise I'll be too lonely...Compared with him, I prefer you to stay with me, so let him leave and continue to fight with me."

Ludwig didn't speak, she glanced around lightly.

One, two, three, four, five... In this casino, there are at least forty people left, and Sherlock is the only one who has the fighting power. No matter how smart he is, it is impossible for him to deal with so many people alone.

She understands better than anyone else how much Sherlock values ​​reason, which is why she has never understood why Sherlock agreed to fall in love with her—love and reason are two incompatible fields, how could Sherlock allow ice and fire to coexist?

This is a man who would give up everything for a clear mind.

It was also because of his sobriety and reason that he would definitely hand her over to Atum.

As long as one person goes out, he can find rescuers, and if they are all trapped here, they can only be wiped out.

Sherlock knows this, he will not act emotionally, he will only calmly and accurately choose the best solution among all the solutions.

……

Ludwig calmly reached into his trouser pocket, where there was the small saber that Le Shiwei gave her last year, and she always carried it with her.

She tucked it quietly into the waistband of her trousers behind - so that if her hands were tied behind her back, there was still a possibility of saving herself.

Sherlock makes mistakes too, it's her life and she can't totally count on him to save her.

……

Ludwig thought so much, but in fact, only a short moment passed.

Just when Atum moved his face close to Ludwig to speak, Sherlock had already walked over and pulled Ludwig to his side without hesitation.

Ludwig froze for a moment, and let go of his hand.

Atum put away the smile on his face, tilted his head, and looked at Sherlock coldly with gray-blue eyes.

"So, this is your choice?"

He raised his head and looked at the chandelier above him in bewilderment:

"Being dragged down by emotions, fooled by mortals, and fallen with these people who are as stupid as goldfish... Have your brains been eaten by trolls?"

Sherlock ignored him, reached around Ludwig's long shirt, and drew the small saber from her back.

He glanced at the saber indifferently.

The knife is custom made with an "L" engraved on the handle.

...L?When did she have more friends with the initials L around her?

Combining the characteristics of this knife, his brain quickly filtered the information of the gift giver.

On the surface, he just put the knife in his pocket and said to Ludwig:

"Miss Ludwig, by my side, you don't need to prepare for this kind of hedging—are you planning to repeat the scene where we were chased by the Italian Mafia, abandon yourself again, and let me go first?"

Ludwig opened his mouth, but made no sound.

He said slowly:

"Or...do you really think that I will leave you here alone?"

Sherlock's gray eyes were looking at her, and the air was heavy with condensation around her, and she couldn't answer.

Atum stood up and clapped his hands.

"It's really touching... I can't help but cry for your perseverance, but—"

He spread his hands regretfully:

"This pair of hard-fated lovers is about to say goodbye... I am an environmentalist, protect the environment, and love life. The last thing I like to see is someone wasting resources. Especially when the wasted resources are some kind of rare talent. , even more unforgivable."

The light did not fall on him, but he seemed to be walking under the spotlight, and the small casino was his stage.

He covered his face in pain, and made a farewell gesture. When he put down his hand, he smiled happily:

"I was expecting someone to be my light, but the sun will eventually sink behind the valley... The gorgeous carnival banquet is over, baby, the god with flaws has no choice but to be destroyed."

……

The dim light hit Sherlock's face, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on his fair face.

He stood silently for a while, considering his words:

"With all due respect, no matter what kind of definition you look at, the arrangement of this banquet is definitely not gorgeous, and so far, it is not a carnival either."

Just like his usual tone, there was no sarcasm, he was just stating the facts objectively, but because of this objectivity, it made people feel even more sarcasm.

"But considering your distorted aesthetics, let's consider it a gorgeous carnival..."

Sherlock admitted reluctantly:

"I'm curious, what would lead you to believe that... I'm going to a dinner party unprepared?"