Chapter 10: The Difficult Life of Co-habitation One

  "Good morning, Mr. Holmes."

  "Good morning, Vishy."

  Sherlock emerged from his bedroom wearing a queen-sized nightgown while Ludwig was already in the kitchen making breakfast.

  Sherlock shuffled over to the sofa in his dressing gown and picked up the neatly arranged newspaper on the coffee table.

  It seemed that the whole living room had brightened up a bit, except for Mr. Fox's arm which was still in its original position, everything else looked brand new.

  Those files that used to be everywhere were neatly placed beside the fireplace.

  Sherlock's beaker, test tube, microscope and other equipment that Ludwig couldn't name were arranged at equal distances on the small sideboard in the living room, along with Sherlock's good friend Mr. Skull.

  The original purpose of the cabinet was probably to hold the Bible and a crucifix, with intricate carvings on the entire body, painted in green and red in the middle, depicting the story of Jesus' birth in the manger.

  It feels like most of the birthplaces of gods around the world are a bit weird.

  For example, Jesus was born in a horse stable which is already considered normal.

  But what's truly bizarre is Athena, the beautiful, elegant and wise goddess in Greek mythology.

  It is said that Athena's father Zeus swallowed her mother Metis, and then she directly jumped out of Zeus' head...

  I'm totally worshiping this legendary figure...

  Nor do they have to be born in a hospital, but dare or not, have a good cesarean section...

  This directly opening skull birth child what's, is really too heavy mouthed, little life can't bear...

  But if you think about it... Zeus is also the first person to be a male mother.

  Emma, mom, I think I've uncovered an evil truth buried beneath history...

  It is obvious that the Bible to Sherlock means nothing but a tool to light the fireplace, so Ludwig simply took that tattered Bible and used it as a footstool for the sofa...

  God solves our troubles......Amen

  Not everywhere was Ludwig in the mood to tidy up, at least the fridge, Miss Ludwig had never tidied it.

  No, it's not just that she hasn't tidied up, she has never even opened it.

  Since it's the 21st century and he encountered Sherlock Holmes, Ludwig can basically confirm that his storyline is following the BBC version of "Sherlock".

  I heard that in "Sherlock", Mr. Holmes' refrigerator is used to store corpses?

  For safety's sake... it's better not to open it...

  Mr. Holmes narrowed his eyes.

  "My laboratory... I mean, there's disinfectant in the beaker."

  "I saw it, but I think peracetic acid should be used for handling fruits and dinner plates... Isn't that for disinfecting corpses?"

  Ludwig calmly picked out a jar of jam from the cupboard.

  The kitchen in the rental house is a simple open bar counter, light brown small wooden table, glass bowl cabinet, and a crystal pendant lamp on top of the head when cooking, very elegant.

  Mrs. Hodgson is really a petty-bourgeois old lady~

  "And you dropped an eyeball into the disinfectant bottle, I threw it away, and the plate was disinfected with hot water."

  Sherlock turned his head and gazed at her.

  She shrugged: "No way, Qing saw eyeballs early in the morning, it's a bit scary, I'm in a bad mood, you know."

  She smiled and held up the jam in her hand.

  "Breakfast, toast, buttered bread, fried ham and... Sycamore Creek."

  "She pretended to be reluctant and read out the name of the tea in an English tone: 'Since the toast is yours, the butter is yours, and the ham is also yours - would you like to try my Szechuan Creek?'"

  "Shanli Creek?"

  "A type of Chinese high-mountain tea, which tastes much better than the Ceylonese black tea I drank in France."

  "A cup of coffee, two lumps of sugar." Sherlock turned back, re-submerging his thoughts in the newspaper: "What a terrible day, London didn't have any unnatural deaths."

  “……”

  Two people eat breakfast across from each other over a tea table.

  Why eat breakfast on the tea table?

  After shouting "Mr. Holmes, dinner is served!" several times and getting no response, Ludwig had to bring the buttered toast over to where Mr. Holmes was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

  Mr. Holmes was indeed on the move.

  Forget it, Weixi comforted herself in silence. Even if she had transmigrated, she was still poor and ugly, unlike some people who were born to be wealthy and handsome with a life of luxury.

  Anyway, there won't be a second time, as they say "eating from others' mouths makes one's breath short". Today I'm eating his food and using his things, of course, I don't have the nerve to speak up.

  Around dusk, her friend in France will deliver the Northeastern rice she wants to her doorstep.

  At the latest tomorrow, she can drink shrimp porridge, lean meat porridge, scallion and egg drop porridge...

  As for bread, it's okay to eat occasionally, but eating it long-term will cause dry skin and inner heat, making you want to smash things.

  She remembered that in her first year in France, she was so desperate for congee and salted vegetables.

  "Mr. Holmes, I've put your files and newspapers and textbooks by the fireplace."

  Have you noticed the keywords?

  That's right, you didn't hear wrong, it is indeed Professor Holmes' textbook.

  Chronologically, Mr. Holmes met Watson in 2010 at the age of 27, now it's 2003, he should be 20 years old.

  Considering Mr. Holmes' extraordinary intelligence, let's skip two or three grades and assume he should be a senior now.

  As for higher degrees... the original texts read by Ludwig only mention that Sherlock Holmes graduated from Oxford University, and do not mention him reading for a higher degree.

  Moreover, judging from Mr. Holmes' character, he probably wouldn't like staying in school for long either.

  Never thought I'd see Mr. Holmes from my student days again, it seems his hometown is treating him like a first love~

  Don't be too jealous, buddies and BFFs from past lives~~

  Besides, Oxford University is still quite far from downtown London. If Mr. Holmes insists on living in school, then who will live at 221B Baker Street?

  Mom, London trip is full of surprises everywhere.

  What year is Mr. Holmes in university now? Is he graduating soon? Does he have a girlfriend? Does he have a boyfriend?

  Mr. Conan Doyle, I'm so excited, muah muah!

  "Hmm." Sherlock didn't even lift his head, his eyes fixed intently on the newspaper: "Have you tidied up?"

  "In chronological order." Ludwig sipped his tea lightly and poured the boiling coffee into a cup: "What's written on this page? You haven't turned the page yet."

  That page seems to be a literary section. Mr. Holmes, who holds the view that "literature is zero", actually stayed on the literary section for so long?

  Was there a reasoning puzzle in that British man's story of traveling the world to find true love that she hadn't discovered?

  "No, nothing." Sherlock coughed and carelessly threw the newspaper onto the tea table.

  My mind automatically sorted out everything I had observed about this new roommate of mine just now.

  Not skilled at making coffee, not used to using a French press.

  The water temperature is about twenty degrees lower than the normal brewing temperature.

  Degree

  No knife and fork.

  Stir the coffee counterclockwise.

  The left hand is as clumsy as the right hand.

  And... she added half a sugar cube more.

  "Your coffee."

  "Thank you."

  Ludwig smiled slightly and bent down comfortably to deal with his buttered bread.

  Mom, I hate toast, I hate butter.

  I want to eat stinky tofu! I want to eat salted duck eggs!

  "Excuse me, which one is Miss Ludwig?" a timid boy's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

  Ludwig looked towards the door at the sound, and saw a boy wearing blue casual clothes with a courier's baseball cap.

  Sherlock: "If your high school education at Repton School told you there were two Misses here."

  Ludwig almost burst out laughing, Sherlock gave her a faint glance, Ludwig immediately sat up straight with his teacup.

  The courier was clearly frightened and stuttered: "I... I'm sorry, I didn't tell you that I am..."

  Sherlock raised his head impatiently: "You didn't tell me you were a student at Radley-Meade High, if the winter-type grass stain on your shoe edge wasn't so obvious."

  "Uh... which one is Miss Ludwig?"

  "Hmph!" Even under Mr. Holmes' pressure, Ludwig couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "I'm very sorry, Mr. Holmes."

  Before Sherlock's gaze turned cold, Ludwig immediately admitted his mistake and beckoned to the courier: "Come on, come here, don't be nervous, I'm Ludwig."

  "Miss Ludwig, here is an express package from France." The courier rummaged through his pants pocket and hastily handed over a pen.

  Ludwig signed and handed over the package slip, but the boy remained standing still.

  "Your task is complete, yet you're still standing here motionless. Are you hoping I'll invite you to breakfast?" Ludwig stroked his chin and smiled: "Or perhaps, you hope I'll invite you to... dinner?"

  The "r" in dinner is slightly rolled, with the tongue tip curled up, drawing out a hint of ambiguity.

  Hey, sister is teasing little boy again, this has become a habit, it's not good, not good.

  Sherlock took a sip of his coffee and slightly furrowed his brow.

  Too sweet.

  The courier's face turned even redder.

  "No, no, miss. Mr. Gansburg ordered extra service. Only after the miss listens to the recording and gives a reply can I leave."

  You're too laid back.

  "I'll explain this matter to Mr. Gansburg, and I'll go back and listen to the recording again, okay?"

  "Sorry... sorry, Mr. Gansburg has already paid for the 'Dear, don't be angry and... and say a word to me' service, he instructed that there must be a response."

  Ludwig smiled brightly: "Can't you make an exception for me?"

  "I'm sorry..."

  The courier's face turned red with anger, but unexpectedly persisted.

  ……

  Leshiwei, you'd better pray that you're using French!

  Otherwise, come and explain to the famous detective Sherlock Holmes why a kid who has never been in contact with Chinese can speak fluent Northeastern Mandarin!