Chapter 24: My Roommate Can't Be So Arrogant (Part 2)

  Since you've already seen it, why not help me draw it out? The hidden text is abbreviated in the period.

  "Ah, sorry." Ludwig yawned again, "I think sleep is more attractive to me."

  Sherlock: "It's a scandal in fact that we waste one-third of our lives on sleep."

  Ludwig: “...how long haven't you slept?”

  Sherlock picked up the magnifying glass: "One or two days."

  "Hmm, let's have chicken feet tomorrow, have you had Chinese chicken feet before? We'll braise them in soy sauce."

  "...three or four days."

  Ludwig: "You've been able to live a healthy life up until now and your body and figure are both in good shape, it's truly a blessing from God."

  "With all due respect, my body and physique index have surpassed 90% of men in the world, not just good."

  Sherlock spoke in a tone that was devoid of emotion, without any hint of pride, his eyes still fixed on the magnifying glass, as if he were merely stating an obvious fact.

  It's precisely because Mr. Holmes' tone is too flat that makes people feel he is arrogant and self-important.

  Ludwig felt his temples throb.

  If it were someone else, they would just be sick or dead, after all, it's just a 2D character.

  But...

  This man is Sherlock Holmes.

  Her initial idol, the first man she admired in her life, now her roommate.

  She is also the only person in this world, apart from Le Shiyu, who feels real to her.

  Even in a book, she was heartbroken and cried for a long time when Mr. Holmes jumped off the waterfall with Professor Moriarty.

  What's more, this person is now by her side.

  For three or four days she had hardly slept at all, and Mr. Holmes was probably understating the case when he said that she was not quite herself.

  Ludwig sighed and said, "You go to sleep. I'll help you copy out the invisible script."

  Sherlock focused on the blood-stained paper in his hand, but kept one ear open, quietly observing Ludwig's movements.

  At this moment, he raised his head and looked at Ludwig with a strange expression.

  "You want me to go to sleep?"

  "......Is there something wrong? I'm afraid that if my roommate overworks himself to death in the next room, it will leave me with a psychological shadow that's too deep."

  Sherlock pursed his lips and his eyes returned to his microscope.

  "Let me go to sleep is a thing that my mother, father, brother and servants have been doing for half their lives, but none of them have succeeded so far."

  Ludwig shrugged his shoulders: "They are they, I am I."

  Sherlock sneered and said, "A self-important woman who overestimates herself, why should I listen to you?"

  Ludwig: “……”

  What's with this arrogant tone!

  "Would it kill you to show some concern for your body every once in a while?"

  "My body belongs only to my brain, you have no command over them."

  "I'm just concerned as your roommate..."

  "Thank you very much for your concern."

  Sherlock set aside his magnifying glass and scribbled rapidly in a black notebook.

  "Even if I didn't intend to accept."

  Whose unlucky child is this? Is it okay to be so annoying sentence by sentence?

  Does your ear itch when you hear this?

  Ludwig flew into a rage.

  "If you don't listen to me, I'll pour all your coffee down the drain."

  Sherlock gazed at her strangely again: "Vishi, what makes you think coffee can threaten me?"

  Ludwig directly put his hand into Sherlock's trouser pocket.

  Sherlock was forced to stop his action and raise his arm.

  "Looking for your phone?"

  "Ah, just borrowing it for a bit."

  "If you had agreed to buy one, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."

  He didn't look at Ludwig but said accurately:

  "Also, there is concentrated sulfuric acid one centimeter below your left elbow."

  Ludwig: “……Why did you put the sulfuric acid and white vinegar together? I almost poured it into the soup yesterday!”

  "Sorry, I don't think there's a need for vinegar in this soup."

  "I also feel sorry because I think all soups need vinegar."

  ……

  Sherlock put Ludwig's hand in his pocket. If Inspector Lestrade were here, he would certainly exclaim it a miracle.

  He slightly shifted his body to make room for Ludwig and also to adjust the fine focus screw of the microscope with both hands.

  After two seconds of silence, he spoke up:

  "Wrong pocket, check the other side."

  "...Why didn't you say so earlier!"

  Ludwig reached across him and rummaged through a pocket on the other side.

  Mr. Sherlock Holmes' pockets are bottomless...

  Can she say this is a bespoke suit?

  It was entirely in keeping with Mr. Holmes's eccentric habits.

  She fumbled for a moment, then stopped, her hand still in Sherlock's pocket.

  "Ah, Vishy, are you planning on having your hand in my pants pocket for lunch?" Sherlock sneered.

  "....Mr. Holmes, what is this pointed thing with two ends?"

  "My self-made lock pick."

  "What about this round thing?"

  "Your boots, they're covered in mud. If you can't even tell the buttons on your underwear apart..."

  "Alright... sorry."

  She swallowed hard and asked the question she really wanted to ask:

  "What is this thing that feels smooth at both ends and seems to have joints, it feels... just like a human bone?"

  Sherlock raised his head and glanced slightly at Ludwig's head, which was hanging loosely just below his chin.

  "You've already described everything, what's left to suspect?"

  He turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, and the light shone through the thin letter paper.

  "But to be precise, it's a human bone from Mrs. Soros' right hand middle finger second phalange, with some dried blood cells on it that need to be tested."

  Ludwig: ...It's just taking out a mobile phone, why is it so tiring! So tiring!

  ……

  After passing through all sorts of cluttered small tools, Ludwig finally found his mobile phone.

  Then——

  Crunch.

  Ludwig nodded at him with satisfaction.

  "Mr. Holmes, if you don't listen to me, I'll superimpose your face on the male lead in some kind of homosexual educational film."

  Sherlock emerged from the experiment.

  "Action Educational Film?"

  Ludwig: "......Don't you know what an educational film is?"

  Sherlock slightly raised his face, his brain rapidly thinking and recalling effective information——

  "This term appears in my ear with a frequency of three, the location is on the street, Royal restaurant, two girls, analyzing their conversation before and after, so..."

  Sherlock gazed at Ludwig with an odd look once again.

  Ludwig: “……Don't look at me like that, it's what you mean—you're not going to tell me you memorized everything people say on the street.”

  Sherlock was taken aback by her shamelessness and only spoke after a while: "I deleted it, but I can retrieve the data in a short period of time."

  "I once again confirm that your brain is indeed different from mine..."

  Ludwig continued to press his attack:

  "I will put your face in a gay porn movie and then post it on the streets of Baker Street, one every five meters, full size."

  Sherlock's calm expression vanished and he narrowed his eyes dangerously as if assessing the feasibility of Ludwig's plan.

  Ludwig smiled faintly and suppressed the last straw.

  "You're the one down there."

  ………

  The world-renowned detective Sherlock Holmes, who had made millions of criminals tremble with fear, had dug a hole and buried himself for the first time in his life.

  It was also the first time in his life that the person urging him to sleep didn't cry and run away, but he himself went to sleep obediently.

  Ludwig turned his head: You're more shameless than me, humph.