[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock is indifferent to his frenzy:

"Sorry, geniuses come out of comparison. If everyone in the world is you, then you also become an ordinary person... In this regard, you should be grateful to them."

Atum waved his hand:

"Even so, just like you wouldn't be friends with monkeys, single-celled creatures without brains are worthless, and I don't deserve my friendship with them."

"I think you haven't studied biology well, sir. As the organisms at the bottom of the food chain, single-celled prokaryotes and eukaryotes are responsible for almost all the humus in the world. It is not worthless, otherwise you will live in stench every day ..."

Ludwig looked at Atum's face, brushed the long hair scattered around his cheeks, and stopped with interest:

"...as if I didn't say anything."

Sherlock stared at Ludwig's clean right ear, and suddenly said:

"Where are your earrings?"

earrings?What earrings?

Ludwig touched his left ear inexplicably, confused by Sherlock's quick change of subject:

"It's on my ear."

"I'm talking about the one I gave you."

"...I put it at your house."

"But you wear another one."

Because the one you sent is too flamboyant.

"...Such a precious gift, of course I have to keep it safe."

Ludwig wanted to say something—sir, didn't you see Atum's face?If you continue to interrupt like this, even if you are a god in his mind, I'm afraid you will be blaspheming.

Sherlock's face softened a little, and finally returned to the topic, avoiding a bloody blasphemous incident.

He continued:

"Even though Thompson's brain is as dull as a rock, I still deal with him patiently for five years. Because I know that they are like screws in a box, and one day I will use them."

Tom had always kept the posture of holding the gun bent. Now he straightened up, held up another short gun, and handed over the long gun to the security guard who had led the way for Ludwig.

The security guard took the gun and continued to aim at Atum.

Here, who is not Sherlock's people?

"Mr. Holmes, in view of the fact that every word you have said to me reminds me of the fact that I am 'not enlightened', do not repeat it at this moment."

He stretched his stiff fingers from holding the gun for a long time:

"Once again, my name is Tom... Although you have only known me for five years, at least I have been dealing with you for nine years. I still remember when you were 11 years old, you showed me your immature face, yes I said, 'Sir, 20 pounds, I will contract your arms business for three days, and you have no right to disagree, if you don't want to die'."

Ludwig: ...It really is the style of Sherlock Holmes, enough to deserve a beating.

The immature face must be Tom's hallucination. She can guarantee that Sherlock has been like this since he was born, and there is no immature transition period at all.

Sherlock glanced at Ludwig quickly:

"It's almost the same...so to sum up, it's your biggest mistake to find the nearby homeless casino and red light district as your battlefield. People who don't have a stable source of income are xenophobic. Compared with a self-proclaimed god People, they would rather get a steady stream of income from me."

Atum turned the brim of his hat again.

Retro beret, white shirt and vest, and black leather shoes...all these make him look like a teenager who walked off London Bridge in the nineteenth century.

"I originally planned to burn you and your love to ashes in the flames, but now it seems that the explosion on Baker Street did not blow you to pieces, which is the best gift for me."

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Ludwig through the light of a lamp, and smiled:

"The destruction of the pure body is so boring, temporarily let you take a lead because..."

He made a gentleman's farewell ceremony like Sherlock, walked towards the stairs without anyone else, and paused when he passed Sherlock:

"I found a real way to destroy, a new game."

Sherlock turned and said calmly:

"If you're relying on the ten puffed nitric acid bombs you planted in the casino floor, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed because I've got the guys from Scotland Yard clearing them out as we speak."

Yatum turned around and made a surprised mouth:

"Oh my gosh...every moment with you is so exciting."

Sherlock's eyelashes droop:

"Why do you think I wasted so much time explaining to you the importance of being friends with monkeys if it wasn't for giving them time to defuse the bomb? I would have been on my way home with Miss Ludwig."

Three sentences... Mr. Holmes has called her 'Miss Ludwig' three times today.

When she discredited some of his functions before, he only called her full name once... Is he really angry?Is it?Is it?

Ludwig rubbed his nose, thinking very badly...does she want to buy a life insurance?

……

"I never trust monkeys to do everything well, so I always keep a hand for myself...Baby, bombs can't just be buried in the ground, just like God, there can never be only one face."

Atum patted his hat lightly:

"In your pale, dull world, I'm dynamite... if I smack it any harder, it'll—boom."

He laughed and spread his hands:

"Oh explosion."

Sherlock paused for a moment, he pursed his lips, watched Atum pass through the casino as if no one was there, and took a bottle of wine from the table.

In the distance, his voice sounded like reciting a hymn from the spiral upward stairs:

"You will conquer a lot, but you are only one step away. You will gain a lot, but you will lose your life—you'd better remember, this is the oracle I gave you."

It was not until long after Atum left that Sherlock said softly:

"Making yourself a bomb... I should have thought of it, it wasn't unexpected."

Dealer Tom blinked:

"Obviously, and not as you expected, he's very smart, undeniably... I've never seen you goof up, but tonight I've seen you eat twice in one night, it's very satisfying, isn't it, Miss Ludwig? "

Ludwig wisely said nothing - because Sherlock had already turned his expressionless face towards her.

Tom blinked:

"Your Excellency, please transfer the money for hiring us to act into my account before tomorrow afternoon. By the way, your girlfriend is just preparing to cheat, and she didn't really cheat. The kiss was just in the stage of getting ready to go. I didn't really kiss... I hope it won't have a bad impact on your relationship."

He clapped his hands and smiled with satisfaction:

"Close the stall, brothers."

Ludwig: "..."

The death flag, which had been ignored for a short time because of the Atum counterattack just now, floated high above Ludwig's head because of the dealer Tom's magic knife.

Dare life be better.

Empty narrow alleys.

It has probably been around for some time, and the stone walls are still carved with Victorian ships, piers, and the Queen's head.

Ludwig followed Sherlock with small steps. The alley was too narrow for only one person to pass.She didn't know the way, but she didn't ask, she knew it was always right to follow Sherlock.

In the casino, Sherlock walked past her without saying a word, and never spoke to her again.

She was holding the thick stack of books, essays, poetry collections, and plays with one hand, and her right hand hurt badly, but she didn't make a sound.

There is no medicine now, even telling Sherlock is useless, not to mention, he seems... to be angry with her now.

Why are you mad at her?Because she didn't listen to him and ran out?Because she foolishly fell into a trap to his loss?Or... what seems most likely, and also least likely, because she almost kissed another man and...

Jealous?

How can it be!Jealousy is definitely not a feeling that Sherlock Holmes would have... Sherlock himself said that jealousy is the performance of a loser, and it is an emotion that he will never have.

Ludwig was immersed in chaotic thoughts, because of this, for her, he would drive a two-hour drive into a half-hour Sherlock, and he was shocked.

Suddenly, Sherlock stopped, turned around, Ludwig couldn't brake enough, and crashed into his arms.

"...Sorry, I didn't notice you stopped."

Ludwig nearly sprained his foot.

However, just as she was about to straighten her body, Sherlock held her shoulders.

The dim light elongated Sherlock's shadow.

Surrounding them are old walls hundreds of years ago, engraved with traces of time and war.

"According to your usual practice, it seems that you should take the initiative to ask this question at this moment, rather than me asking it, but since I have waited for a long time, you still have no intention of asking... I have no choice but to break the customary habit you have agreed upon."

He looked down at her from top to bottom, and there was a deep coolness in the depths of his eyes, like a brook breaking ice in early spring:

"...Miss Ludwig, what's your explanation for tonight?"

Ludwig suppressed the disbelief in his heart, and slowly raised his head——

Sherlock actually asked her that question.

Sherlock, who stands tall and doesn't bow down to any cumbersome feelings, is really...jealous?

Not daring to think about the meaning behind Sherlock's jealousy, she met Sherlock's eyes.

She could describe it with countless adjectives, but she couldn't accurately define those eyes.

It was the most transparent gray gemstone in the world, even when he was expressionless, the light in those eyes was unique and moving.

Like, crushed the sky and the sea.

……

And now, those eyes say—

I have been waiting a long time.

I'm waiting for your explanation.

Ludwig stared blankly at those eyes, at the sky and sea that were said to belong to her, and was speechless for a while.

But when she lowered her eyes to avoid those too straightforward eyes, she was caught by a bright red that was more dazzling than Sherlock's gaze.

That is blood.

On Sherlock's neck and chin, there were bloodstains smeared by Atum with a knife... and the wounds that Atum had cut with a knife before were also bleeding.

Not much, just a small opening, not deep, the blood that flowed out was just a small drop of blood.

But Ludwig just felt that it was a big touch of red, which made her heart feel tight.

Sherlock's calm voice sounded so pale at this moment:

"Assuming your hearing is still intact, you are not deliberately ignoring me... I just said that, I am waiting for your explanation."

Ludwig opened his mouth, and finally made a sound, what he said was——

"Sir, your neck is still bleeding. I brought a Band-Aid to help you deal with it."

Sherlock looked at her fixedly, still wanting to insist on the previous question, but then he seemed to compromise, and slowly bent down.

Ludwig thought for a while, and changed the injured hand to hold the book—it was too dirty to put the book on the ground, and besides, it was only the wrist that was injured.

When she was ten years old here, she accidentally broke her leg and couldn't get in touch with Le Shiwei. She went to the hospital by herself, and then crawled back to her apartment by herself. .

She took a tissue from her pocket and wiped Sherlock's chin carefully.

Sherlock leaned against the stone wall, put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, bent slightly, and looked at her face close at hand.

Her eyes are so focused.

He turned his eyes away and said lightly:

"Where did you see Edgar?"

"The authentic door of the casino...you really didn't see him? He was standing there."

Ludwig changed a sheet and dealt with his neck.

Sherlock's neck is very beautiful, unlike many men, too thick to look rough, too thin to look feminine.His neck is pale and fair, and if you look closely, you can see the light blue blood vessels under the fair skin.

When he was holding a book and reading under the light, he was as graceful as a swan bending its neck.