[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

The driver happily collected the money for three laps.

When Sherlock took out his wallet, he said to Ludwig:

"This kind of person is not common."

He candidly commented:

"You promised him 'a few laps for several laps', but he only charged three laps... If French government officials were as honest as him, Mycroft wouldn't have to work overtime."

The driver who was reaching out to pick up the money: "..."

Ludwig yawned and said lazily:

"Sir, honest people who live by the rules are the most common creatures in the world. Besides, this is just ordinary blackmail, without technical content. You can't ask too much of him."

The driver who has already received the money: "..."

Who the hell is blackmailing whom?

After the driver left, Ludwig grabbed Sherlock's coat sleeve, buried his face in the soft cashmere, and bent over laughing silently.

Sherlock: "..."

His one hand was occupied by his girlfriend, so he had to put the wallet back into his pocket with one hand:

"Are you happy to help the people of your home country blackmail me?"

"Of course I'm happy, why not?"

Ludwig muffled in Sherlock's sleeve, with a trill at the end.

Sherlock was pulling his sleeves, watching her laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up, thinking silently——

Her smile is too low.

Ludwig finally stopped laughing, and patted Sherlock on the back reassuringly:

"It's healthy to be extorted properly, sir...it's not my money anyway."

Sherlock: "..."

Three o'clock in the morning, Hugo Avenue.

Except for the flashing street lights and the occasional neon sign of a hotel, the street is completely silent.

At this time, if you see a kfc, it's like going home.Sadly, Europeans are pretty scornful of this junk food from the Americas, though their own signature cod fish and chips aren't much better.

They are all a group of guys who have never seen the world. If you have time, you should watch "The Little Master of China".

Ludwig and Sherlock walked down the street at a leisurely pace, like a couple strolling.

"This street is almost 2000 meters long. Where are we going?"

After walking with Sherlock for a long time, Ludwig finally couldn't help but speak:

"There should be some direction, sir. If you go any further, I will ask you to carry me away."

Sherlock glanced at her and said coolly, "You can cross the Alps alone, but you can't walk the 2000-meter street?"

"That's different."

Ludwig puts it in his pocket:

"It is because there is no one around me who can carry me, that I can cross the Alps alone... In fact, from this perspective, it is the group and companionship that reduce personal strength, and being single is the best choice."

Sherlock obviously doesn't intend to accompany her to delve into the topic of "singleness":

"Sorry for depriving you of your 'Best Choice'."

Ludwig looked around for a while, frowning:

"Hugo Avenue is the only avenue that connects two squares, Charles de Gaulle Square in front and Etoile Square in the back, like a dumbbell hammer..."

She turned to Sherlock:

"Are you looking for a gym? There is one 200 meters ahead."

"……of course not."

Sherlock was silent for a moment for her unreliable reasoning:

"I'm looking for a frog."

……

Why did the fountain dry up?

The devil said it was because there was a frog lying under the fountain.

……

It looks like Sherlock ended up doing an internet search for "The Devil Has Three Gold Hairs."

Ludwig suppressed his nth yawn tonight: "Then we should take a fishing rod and bait and go to the fields to fish. There are no frogs on the road."

Sherlock ignored him, he carefully identified the signs in the shadow of the street lamp:

"There are mostly branded clothing stores around here, and it's outside my area... Do you remember what brand of clothes your parents like? Or what brand of clothes do you like?"

"I don't have a favorite brand, I just look at it. My parents like handmade clothes. You can tell by looking at their wardrobes. They are all handmade by tailors—I thought you knew."

Sherlock was silent for a while: "Do you think I went through your parents' wardrobe?"

"Haven't you been to my house before?"

She stood under the streetlight and smiled:

"It's not an accusation, we go through other people's closets together. I just don't think you should let such an obvious detail go unnoticed."

"I certainly wouldn't let go of such an obvious detail, but only if it's relevant to the case."

Sherlock said quietly:

"I went to your house after you were invited by Mycroft to 'drink tea', in order to find evidence that you can play the piano, and I had no intention of snooping."

...she actually remembered.

On that day, she had just made the decision to go to the University of East London to study literature. When she returned to Baker Street, Sherlock told her that he had just returned from France.

"Is it?"

Ludwig was noncommittal, but did not continue talking about this issue.

Instead, Sherlock spoke again:

"Now that I'm talking about this, don't you think you have many similarities with your parents? The color and style of your usual clothes are the same as your father's, and you both like handmade clothes and literature..."

Ludwig interrupted him indifferently: "What do you want to say?"

"Just to remind you that you can think about the problem in a different way."

Sherlock said lightly:

"You think you are from China and your father is proficient in Chinese. There is no connection between the two... Do you think you can also speak Chinese? Sorry, I saw the Chinese characters carved on the window by the cafe owner."

Ludwig smiled instead: "You finally saw it? I've been waiting for you to ask me until my hair has turned white."

She can speak Chinese, of course she can.

Learn word by word and remember word by word.

As long as she doesn't erase the words written by An He on the window, it means putting the answer in front of Sherlock.

Did Sherlock just discover it, or did he discover it a long time ago and bring it up now?

"Your character, your knowledge, you can find traces in your current life."

Sherlock was walking on the sidewalk, his slender shadow was drawn into a slanted line by the street lights:

"It's more logical that your father taught you Chinese when you were a child than when your soul returned from a trip to China."

Ludwig stopped and looked at him for a long time.

Sherlock stopped with her and stood quietly under her gaze without speaking.

Ludwig suddenly stretched out his hand:

"What brand is your wallet? Show me."

……wallet?

Without knowing why, Sherlock took out a black leather wallet and handed it over.

Ludwig smiled slightly:

"Why are you so obedient? This is really not a good habit, Xiali."

She held the black wallet between her two white fingers, and pressed it against her leg. When she loosened it, the wallet slipped into her black silk pocket:

"I've already taken the medicine as you asked, so don't tell me these things anymore."

Ludwig patted his pants pocket, smiling as innocently as possible:

"I have temporarily confiscated your wallet. If you brainwash me again, you can walk back to England by yourself."

Sherlock: "..."

This incident tells us that even if it is a unique consulting detective in the world, the consequences of offending his girlfriend are still quite serious.

Good luck, detective.

Ludwig sighed contentedly:

"It feels good to have money... Hey, sir, there is a 24-hour candy convenience store in front of you, do you want me to treat you to candy?"

"...It's not Halloween yet, miss, and you stole all my money, so you treat me to candy?"

Sherlock pondered for a while, and concluded coldly:

"I want mint."

"Halloween is here."

Ludwig walked in front of Sherlock, turned his head with a smile:

"This Allen's candy store is an old brand on Hugo Avenue. Their candy boxes are very delicate. My mother's sewing is in the Allen candy box..."

Suddenly, her voice disappeared as if someone had suddenly choked her.

"what happened to you?"

Ludwig stared blankly at the sign of Allen's candy store:

"Frog...I think I found 'Frog'."

Sherlock followed her gaze and frowned:

"The fairy tale doesn't say that the frog is called 'Alan.'"

"No, not Ellen's Candy Store."

Ludwig pointed to the shop next to the candy shop:

"It's 'del'armoire', the top design house in Paris that makes ready-to-wear in more than 100 fabrics... My father has a lot of clothes from this tailor."

"The prince's wardrobe?"

On the opposite side, the "Prince's Wardrobe" is hidden in the dark, with a low-key signboard, which is easy to miss if you don't look carefully.

On the right of this store is Allen's Candy Store, and on the left is Chats Dessert House.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes:

"Sorry, I couldn't find the connection between the prince and the frog."

"I didn't expect you to find out, you know next to nothing about it."

Ludwig waved his hand:

"It's still a fairy tale...the prince is the frog, and the frog is the prince."

"The Frog Prince", apart from Sherlock Holmes, I am afraid that no one in the world does not know this famous fairy tale.

"...the Queen will not be happy to hear your words."

Sherlock walked quickly across the street and said lightly:

"Given that her child was born not only as an amphibian, but also undergoing complete metamorphosis."

Ludwig: "..."

The two stood under the "Prince's Wardrobe" sign, Ludwig blinked:

"Is my father asking us to go up and make a dress or something?"

Sherlock didn't speak.

He slowly walked from the left side of the signboard to the right side, paused for a while, and suddenly pulled Ludwig into the brightly lit Allen convenience store.

Ludwig frowned: "I'm just kidding, do you really want candy?"

"Of course, Halloween is coming."

Sherlock smiled slightly at the drowsy young waitress, who woke up instantly.

Not only woke up, but also blushed.

She stood up from her seat, feeling a little embarrassed about her lack of professionalism just now:

"What can I do for you? Guest? Besides sweets, we also offer sweets, coffee and milk."

"None of these are needed."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes:

"Give me a lemon lollipop, please."

However, his cold image can only go so far.

Just when he habitually reached out for his wallet, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at Ludwig, and said two words coldly:

"Pay the bill."

Ludwig: "..."

From a cool detective to an innocent boy, Mr. Holmes keenly sensed the malice of the world from the change in the waitress' expression.

Sherlock came out of the candy store and stuffed the lemon lollipop into Ludwig's hand.

Ludwig: "...Thank you."

"I just checked to see if there are lemon lollipops here."

With his hands in his pockets, Sherlock stood in the middle of the road, staring at the three signboards for a long time - Chats Dessert Ready-to-wear, Alan Candy.

These three signs must be related, Professor Ludwig couldn't have lured them here somehow.

Sherlock took a few steps back:

"Do you still remember what I said when I analyzed the locket for you?"

Ludwig said without thinking, "What happened before the exam? Sorry, I forgot."

"...That's right, your brain can only remember the words of the Japanese Uehara Jiro word for word, and ignore the really useful content."

Sherlock glanced at her expressionlessly:

"From the analysis of the material composition of the locket, your father ate a lemon-flavored lollipop when he was making the locket - very few adults like to eat lollipops, unless they have a special preference."

"You mean, 'The Frog' is just a landmark, but what my father really wanted us to find was Allen's Candy Store next to 'The Frog'?"

"You've got lots of boxes of Allen's candy in your house, don't you?"

Looking at the three signboards, Sherlock slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

"But we're not just looking for 'Alan'..."

He pointed to the other side of the tailor shop:

"And 'chats'...that's a string of codes your father left you."

……password?

Sherlock's eyes gleamed in the night:

"Vichy, your father doesn't like to wear that watch with Japanese cat ears just to stand out...he likes cats."

Chat is French, in English, it is cat, cat.

Ludwig stared at the huge, black sign above his head.

Given the meaning of the code, those signs are no longer ordinary signs, they are associated with symbols and secrets, like black eyes watching quietly in the dark.

cat? alan?

Ludwig turned around slowly, facing Sherlock.

Sherlock was standing seven or eight meters away from her.

Under the light, his marble-like face had a determined expression, as if he had expected that she would find the answer by herself.

—and she did find it.

Ludwig looked at Sherlock, licked his dry lips, and said softly:

"Sir, is this password 1251442132?"