[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock Holmes wasn't one to have breakfast.

After careful calculation, he never ordered her to do anything outside of his duty.

Make an extra serving of cooking, make an extra cup of coffee, these ordinary little things are all done casually when she really can't stand him not eating for a few days.

...So, Sherlock woke her up to cook, there must be something strange about it.

Ludwig has been in a state of vigilance since he started preparing the ingredients.

She stood in front of the refrigerator door for a while, and finally got up the courage to open the door.

Then... she was stunned.

Fuck Sherlock's fridge can't be this clean!

Where is the head?Where are the fingers?What about the large and small intestines?

These have all been cleared out to be replaced by a basket of crimson cherries, a bottle of margarita on the left and a bottle of mead on the right.

Ludwig hesitantly took out the basket of cherries that were so beautiful and tempting:

"Sir, did you prepare this?"

Sherlock looked up at her coldly:

"It's just the two of us in the apartment. Mrs. Hudson is on vacation. Of course I prepared it."

Of course it was the one he prepared, but he personally texted his almighty old butler John in the morning to deliver it before the hostess Ludwig got up.

"Okay, you're ready."

Ludwig's definition of "preparation" is obviously different from Sherlock's, so she is now struggling to imagine the magical scenario of Sherlock going to the [-]-hour convenience store to buy boxes of cherries.

She weighed the weight of the fruit basket:

"Enough for a jar of cherry jam."

Sherlock stared at the newspaper:

"Cocktails, cherries, mead...you only think of cherry jam?"

"Sorry, I'm not a pastry chef, and I don't know what miracles can be done with wine and cherries."

Ludwig picked one out of the box and put it in his mouth:

"More and more cherries are just looking bright but lacking in taste... You picked well. If you don't want to eat jam, just keep it as fruit."

She said that she was going to put the cherries back in the refrigerator.

Sherlock looked up from the newspaper to watch her move.

He seemed about to say something because his lips moved...but he didn't say anything in the end.

The phone screen quickly lit up.

Undoubtedly, this is a cordial greeting from the British Government -

"Glad you finally got down to proposing, Sherlock. mh"

"..."

Before he could reply, another text message came one after another:

"Though you said 'proposal is burdensome' and 'she loves me so she'll take it' with certainty still ringing in my ears. mh"

"..."

"We need to cooperate. mh"

"..."

Without a word, Sherlock tossed the phone back into his pants pocket.

……

Proposal.

Yes, he is proposing.

It wasn't as he expected to directly inform her of the time of marriage, and then wait for her to throw herself into his arms ecstatically.

Instead... propose.

The ring was in his pocket.

Just wait for her to find out, and he can take it out logically.

Margarita cocktail, margarita, cherry, cherry, mead, mead.

The beginning of the first word and the end of the second word, together with the homonym of the last word, are——

.

He also specially used the combination of passwords she had used, and even used mead to reduce the difficulty, so as to awaken her awareness of "this is a password".

but……

His little girlfriend has apparently dialed down the IQ again.

……

Ludwig took two steps, then suddenly turned around.

Sherlock raised his head abruptly, looking at her without blinking.

There is no reason why she couldn't discover such a simple password. It seems that she was a little slow when she just woke up... Fortunately, she wasn't slow for too long, and she can be saved.

Ludwig hasn't spoken since he opened the refrigerator door again.

And she has maintained this position standing in front of the refrigerator for 23 seconds.

……

"gentlemen?"

Sherlock squeezed the newspaper calmly, his jaw clenched tightly:

"Ok?"

Ludwig: "I don't quite understand your actions..."

"Honestly speaking, I don't quite understand my current actions, because in my opinion, this is logical and reasonable, so you have no reason to refuse, but I still give you a chance to choose out of humanitarian spirit."

Sherlock cut her off quickly.

Then he turned his back to Ludwig:

"You just have to say 'accept' or 'no'."

Ludwig didn't hesitate for a second:

"I do not accept."

Sherlock: "..."

"Because it doesn't make sense...you cleaned out the freezer of heads, which is fine, but why are you throwing away my rum?"

Ludwig said firmly:

"I won't take it, sir, I haven't noticed this in a while... Do you know how much that bottle of rum costs?"

Sherlock turned his head slowly:

"So you stood in front of the fridge for 23 seconds looking for your missing rum?"

He did dispose of her rum because he was afraid of disturbing her sight and preventing her from deciphering his marriage proposal code.

"Of course." Otherwise, what else could she do standing at the door of the refrigerator?

"You didn't see anything else?"

Ludwig was puzzled:

"See what?"

"It's nothing."

Sherlock shook open the newspaper with one hand:

"...Sorry I seem to overestimate you."

He reached into his pocket with the other hand and took out his cell phone, stared at it for a while, and finally sent two words as if he made up his mind.

"Cooperation conditions? sh"

As if it had been expected, the British government in Buckingham Palace quickly responded with two messages:

"I heard your girlfriend turned into a solar panel? mh"

Sherlock: "..."

"She's exactly what I'm looking for, and if she's interested in being part of the Sahara biopower project, that would be very generous. mh"

Sherlock: "..."

Sahara Bio-Powered Project?Is the creature's name Ludwig double?

There is no way to talk about this topic.

So the cooperation collapsed again.

……

After feeding Sherlock in the morning, Ludwig walked back to his room and locked the door.

After locking the door, a steel ring was silently put on the gap between the door and the wall, so that even if Sherlock suddenly pried the lock open, the steel ring could stop him for a few seconds.

Those were the handcuffs that Sherlock used to cuff her. They were said to be very high-tech, so she used them for fun.

The room was still a mess... Well, she had expected that Sherlock would not help her change the sheets, even if he was the root cause of changing the sheets.

Ludwig went to the drawer and opened the first drawer of the bedside table.

This drawer contained all her jewelry, daily digests and essay collections, but she didn't pay attention to these, but took out all the books in the drawer and put them aside.

The drawer is empty.

But only on the surface.

Ludwig tore a piece of paper from the calendar book on the table, and cut it into a long and thin shape with scissors.

Then she took out the drawer in its entirety, turned it upside down, and inserted the note into an invisible gap at the back of the drawer.

Pressing the paper, she slowly turned the drawer upside down again, removing the first board at the bottom of the drawer.

Generally speaking, there is a layer of boards at the bottom of the drawer, but Ludwig made a slight modification, removing a layer of boards from another drawer and installing it on this drawer.

An extremely thin compartment is formed.

The wooden board was lifted, and one could clearly see a circle of bare thin copper wire buried along the edge of the drawer, wrapped in plastic wrap filled with oil.

One end of the copper wire is connected to the voltage directly from the socket, and the whole device has only two ports that can be regarded as switches.

The first interface is connected to the lifted wooden board. Under the wooden board is installed a high-density resistor that she removed from the insulating knife. Usually, this resistor is used to block the flow of current.

And the other interface is where Ludwig stuffed the cardboard from the back of the drawer just now. This kind of coated oily paper has a certain insulating effect, but it can't be used for a long time, so she made it a 'key'.

If someone forcefully lifts the plank without first turning off another 'switch', the whole unit will be energized.

The thinner the copper wire, the greater the resistance, and the greater the resistance, the greater the heat... In this way, the oily liquid she wrapped around the copper wire with plastic wrap would be ignited.

That's right, those oily liquids are gasoline.

……

Thanks to her middle school physics teacher, it all came together in a simple closed circuit device.

And the center of these layers of strict protection is a ring.

Gray, understated...exactly the same as the one she had on the Mediterranean cabinet.

There is no decoration on the whole ring, only the little bird's eyes are inlaid with a small diamond, quietly gazing at the spring flowers and autumn fruits, winter snow and summer rain, and the years passing by.

...Is this the ring made from An He's ashes?

No, this is Anhe.

In other words, this is Anhe.

……

Time goes back to the day of Ann He's funeral.

She was alone in the room with Jo Alice, the mortician who could see the dead, and said to her, I need you to make me two ashes rings, identical rings.

Two rings... This is the retreat she left for herself.

……

If time goes back a little further, back to when she received guests for An He's funeral.

She once asked Sherlock

——"Can I not take my medicine tomorrow?"

And Sherlock leaned against the wall, looked at her in silence for a while, and then replied softly:

"Vichy, psychotropic drugs and the law, are the same."

……

It's the same... They all exist to restrain people's behavior, and have established usage and dosage.

And, it cannot be changed out of sympathy.

……

When people face that they cannot choose their destiny, they have two options, one is to fight, and the other is to leave.

She would never be able to resist Sherlock.

So at that time, she just smiled at Sherlock and replied, "It's okay, even if you don't agree, there will be a solution to the matter."

--Solution.

When she couldn't refuse the fate of being treated as a neurotic, leaving was the only solution.

……

Ludwig quietly stared at the low-key ring on his hand - her peace.

Jo-Alice did things very beautifully. The fake one made of chicken bone ashes she looked at every day on the Mediterranean cabinet was almost exactly the same as this one, and the naked eye could not tell the real from the fake.

She went out of her way to buy an expensive cabinet, and a crystal ring setting...but all to let Sherlock know how much she valued that fake.

Because of the importance, she will not throw it away easily. As long as the ring is still on the cabinet, Sherlock will believe that she has not left.

——This was verified the night she finished the exam.

That night she deliberately didn't return to Baker Street until nearly ten o'clock, which was a temptation.

During this period, Sherlock did not look for her...the test was successful.

Since she was 12 years old, she has traveled all over the world with deception, and it is easy to repeat the same trick.

If Sherlock hadn't dragged her to France to handle the case that night, if she hadn't had a perfectionist attack and wanted to finish the last case with him...she might have left.

Although it seems now, it was a wise move to leave at that time.

Because only by leaving, the truth will sink to the bottom... Only by leaving, the train will stop.

……

A door apart.

The Holmes brothers are still in intense negotiations over a marriage proposal.

"As long as she has five milliliters of blood, you can exchange it with my laboratory's latest achievement "On the Relationship between Hypnosis and the Probability of Proposal Success". mh"

"One ml. sh"

"Four milliliters, no less. mh"

"One ml. sh"

"It's not a virtue to be stingy, Sherlock, Mom and Dad will be disappointed, four milliliters. mh"

"They'll only be disappointed if I use virtue against you, one milliliter. sh"

"Professional proposal manpower support is included, four milliliters. mh"

"You also understand that marriage is not that important to me, one milliliter. sh"

Getting married, entertaining guests, exchanging rings... boring, not worth a milliliter of her blood.

Probably the only thing that can attract Sherlock Holmes in the process of marriage is to get Miss Ludwig's vows.

Sherlock was toying with a small gray ring... the exact same one that Ludwig was holding in the room right now.

The ring representing peace that Ludwig kept tightly hidden, she had one on her cabinet and one on her hand.

……

And at this moment, Sherlock has another one in his hand.