[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

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With him, you will be invincible in the exam. From then on, you will be promoted, raised, married, rich and handsome, and you will reach the pinnacle of your life?

This fairy tale is wonderful.

But trust me, it's not true.

In the comfortable car, Ludwig leaned weakly on the leather chair like an eggplant that had been stored for a long time.

Sherlock said lightly:

"I originally wanted to ask you symbolically how you did in the exam, but seeing how you are now, it seems unnecessary for me to ask."

Ludwig pulled the window with his fingers:

"I got a question wrong."

"Excluding the essay question type, all the subjects add up to the wrong one?"

"Ah."

Sherlock said reluctantly:

"It's not too bad in the goldfish group... Which family?"

Ludwig's tone was bleak:

"Logic... I actually made a mistake in logic, sir, it's not scientific."

Sherlock glanced at her:

"Logic is as simple as children's building blocks. It is really unscientific to make mistakes in this kind of subject."

"I remember the answer, but I can't get it out of my head because I'm groggy - it's been like this lately, my high school teachers see me and think I'm off to Africa for a while, and I'm too embarrassed to say I just live in Baker Street."

--drug.

Ludwig looked out the window.

Familiar streets, familiar scenery... She has lived in France on and off for ten years.

The French students who finished their exams rode their bicycles through the gravel path by the Seine River. Not far away, you could see the sign of the Place de la Concorde standing tall in the sun.

That's... an Egyptian obelisk.

The cultural relics that Louis-Philippe moved from Luxor, Egypt in 1831, this behemoth of a distant country, with the infinite worship of the sun god by the ancient people, has stood quietly on the Place de la Concorde in France for a century and a half.

……

She shook her head, trying to ease her drowsiness:

"Sir, I have been taking medicine for many days, and I must stop for one day today."

Sherlock glanced at her again: "Otherwise?"

"Otherwise I'll boil your kidney in the freezer into your soup."

Sherlock: "..."

...she was indeed pale.

Perhaps it was the sequelae of staying up late, the death of the cafe owner and the exam, she hadn't slept for almost five days.

And tomorrow is another day.

Sherlock looked away from her reflection printed on the window glass:

"I shouldn't have done this. Stopping the drug suddenly will cause your endocrine disorder. This is entirely out of consideration for your exam. If you insist on stopping it for a day, I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Ludwig suddenly stood up:

"Stop! Mr. Butler, please stop!"

Old John glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and parked the car firmly on the side of the road.

Sherlock frowned: "What are you doing?"

She opened the car door, and before she could answer, she ran towards a French cafe not far away.

...the French are so obsessed with French coffee that they can't wait?

Sherlock got out from the other side of the car, frowned, and followed quickly.

……

She saw Le Shiwei at the entrance of the French cafe.

Carrying his fancy schoolbag and Chisato Tsumori's watch, he looks like a French hipster that can be seen everywhere on the street.

From the night she knew about An He's accident, Le Shiwei seemed to have evaporated from the world.

No matter how many times she called him, no matter how many text messages she sent him, he never replied a single word.

...can you still play happily together?

And now, this person who wandered around her whenever he had nothing to do, and disappeared without a trace when he had something to do, was bending over the door of the coffee shop, looking at the catalog above.

"Ginsbourg! Gainsbourg!"

Seeing that she was about to get close to that figure, the door of the cafe suddenly opened, and a group of high school students who had just finished their exams poured out from inside.

They're in droves, they're hilarious, and most of all...they're obscuring the view.

By the time this group of people walked past, the window was already empty.

Ludwig stood there, and the crowd passed by her in waves, with curly hair, straight hair, and various skin colors... But she never saw Shi Wei again.

Wearing a painter's hat, an old man selling ice cream, humming the tune of France Gower, walked slowly on the gravel road.

Shiwei...where did she go?

Sherlock came up behind her, put his hands in his coat pockets, and said quietly:

"Did you see him?"

Ludwig turned around: "Just like I saw you."

Sherlock didn't continue this topic. He looked at the old man selling ice cream and said suddenly:

"Shall I buy you an ice cream?"

The old man raised his head: "That's right, that's right, beautiful lady, long time no see, why don't you have an ice cream?"

...Sherlock is going shopping with Ludwig to eat ice cream?Don't be kidding, of course he didn't do that.

He said that only because... a couple of high school students over there were eating ice cream.

"Are you... learning and selling now?"

Ludwig covered his face and laughed sullenly:

"Not bad, not bad, really quick learner."

"..."

Sherlock frowned:

"There's no reason why I wouldn't do something they would...even though it seems unnecessary to me."

"I also don't think there is any need. If I want to eat, why don't I buy it myself?"

Ludwig nodded, attached to Sherlock's ear, and whispered in a voice that the old man couldn't hear:

"But don't buy this one."

Sherlock also lowered his voice:

"why?"

"Because Mr. Crusos likes pepper in his ice cream."

"..."

Sherlock looked at the couple.

A male student as young as he was feeding each other his own ice cream intimately.

……

He looked back calmly:

"If ice cream is a process, I want to finish it as soon as possible. I don't want you to suddenly complain to me in ten years from now that I didn't buy you ice cream—this drama is really stupid."

Ludwig: "..."

She looked at Mr. Crusos again:

"Why don't you go to my apartment? I have an ice cream machine, so let's pick up some milk and eggs along the way."

……

They stood under the shade of the tree, and the sunlight sprinkled from the gaps in the leaves fell on the white tulips in the wooden box.

"Where did you say... go?"

Sherlock seemed not too sure, and repeated:

"Your apartment?"

It's strange to just ask him to sit at her house?Why does his expression look so...unbelievable?

"Why are you so surprised?"

Ludwig said:

"Sir, take it easy... I'm not inviting you to one night stand."

"Of course I know this. In addition, I need to remind you that our relationship is legal, reasonable and virtuous. There is no such thing as a one-night stand between us... If your above sentence is not some kind of euphemistic sexual suggestion, it is to remind me to fulfill my duty as soon as possible." Human reproductive obligations."

Sherlock said quickly:

"I just...are you sure?"

Ludwig covered his forehead:

"Of course."

"Since you have sincerely invited me, refusing will obviously make me appear too unreasonable..."

Sherlock said reluctantly.

It doesn't match up with his decisive turn around and walk away:

"Let's go, then, to your house."

Ludwig: "..."

Why did she feel like she was begging him to visit her house?This unscientific!

The Louvre was very close to the Place de la Concorde. Five minutes later, they were already standing downstairs in Ludwig's apartment.

This is a door-to-door apartment. She lives on the first floor, and the door is Le Shiwei's house.

When Ludwig passed the corner of the stairs, he glanced lightly at the door of Le Shiwei's house—there was no sign of his iconic Tom Cat shoes at the door, and he hadn't come back yet.

But she always waits for him to come back.

She walked to the insole at Le Shiwei's door, squatted down, and lifted the insole - there were at least a hundred keys in parallel, the same style, similar sawtooth.

Ludwig accurately found the one for his own house among those almost identical keys.

Sherlock watched her movements and suddenly said:

"Except for the one in your hand, all the other keys are equipped with anti-theft alarms. If you take them wrong, the alarm device will be activated automatically. And you specially chose the key with a smooth surface to collect fingerprints."

"That's right, I bought the device specially from Germany."

In order to find out the stalker who followed her for ten years, she also spent a lot of money.

But nothing works.

Ludwig stood up calmly:

"And not only that, if the lock is forced open, the alarm message will also be sent to Gans via Bluetooth...to my neighbor's mobile phone, so I would like to know how you got in."

Of course Sherlock had been to her apartment in France.

Otherwise, how did he know that she didn't have a book about the piano in her room?

……

Sherlock said lightly: "I dissolved the signal... remember to use a higher frequency signal next time."

Although this will not work - because the mobile phone number that receives the signal is simply an empty number.

But obviously, his little girlfriend is not suitable for further stimulation in the short term.

……

While they were talking, an old woman with a trembling walk but a straight waist, with neatly combed gray hair and a black flower-embellished hat with a large brim, came down from upstairs.

She stopped suddenly when she passed Ludwig, and said in French:

"I've never seen you bring a guy to the apartment...Girl, is this your boyfriend?"

The big black brim covered the eyes of the old lady... This is an old lady who lives on the roof of her building, but she seems to seldom go downstairs, and Ludwig himself doesn't like to go out. They lived here for ten years, and they only met a few times.

And every time, she wears a veiled hat or a big-brimmed hat.

Not understanding why this strange lady in her 70s suddenly became interested in her love life, Ludwig was a little surprised and replied:

"I'm afraid so, ma'am."

"That shows you have poor eyesight. For God's sake, I've had some dealings with this gentleman. . . . It wasn't very pleasant."

The old woman looked at Sherlock indifferently, and clenched her black gloved hand.

——It's May, and there are still people wearing gloves?

"He was undeniably cold, selfish and assertive... not to mention he had no respect for the dead."

"..."

Ludwig: This old lady really hit the nail on the head, she completely summed up the essence of Sherlock, and she must give 32 likes.

And Sherlock remained abnormally quiet, standing in front of the old woman, without any rebuttal.

……

Although he agreed with it in his heart, on the surface, Ludwig just smiled politely and said with an authentic Parisian accent:

"Thank you for your kindness, ma'am, but I regret that we can only disagree."

"Girl, about love... you need to ask yourself."

The old woman's complicated eyes fell on her face.

But because of the cover of the brim of the hat, Ludwig could only see her indifferent chin:

"During your relationship, has he considered your opinion...even just once?"

"..."

This is so sharp.

What to do... She wanted to praise the old lady again.

……

The figure of the old man disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"Sir, what have you done to this poor lady? She looks like she wants to kill you soon, and you can see her murderous tendencies from her subconscious pointing her toes at you."

——This is the behavioral psychology that Sherlock taught her, but Ludwig thought it was ridiculous.

She looked away from the corner and said jokingly:

"Could it be that you seduced her granddaughter? But in the end you abandoned her and the child in her belly?"

"..."

Sherlock pursed his lips:

"Of course not, I won't do such a thing... and there are no children."

Ludwig opened his eyes wide and pretended to say in disbelief:

"No children... Could it be her grandson you seduced?"

"...When will you be able to hold something reliable in your little head?"

Sherlock looked at her silently.

Then he rolled his eyes unnaturally:

"I just used extreme methods to interrogate her, and dug up her son's bones...because I didn't know her identity at that time."

If he knew, he would definitely not do this... At least, he would be more tactful.

"No wonder you didn't refute when she satirized you. You were so obedient."

Ludwig raised the key and waved his hand:

"...You don't have to deny it, I saw your expression on her face, I guess you have never been so respectful to the queen before."

"It wasn't out of guilt, it was out of...some other reason."

Sherlock lowered his eyes and said in a calm tone:

"But speaking of it, this case has something to do with you... Didn't you say that when you were in France, someone followed you for several years?"

"...I didn't say that, sir."

"Oh, your extreme rejection of stalking is written all over your face, and that's enough to tell me the answer."

Sherlock looked at her face and paused.

Then he said calmly, as if discussing what's for dinner:

"And I have sufficient evidence to prove that the person following you is her."