Chapter 27: My Neighbor Can't Be This Heavy

  Lost in thought, Ludwig, who was never sensitive to begin with, once again overlooked that there was something off about Eris's response.

  The cab drew up at last with a jerk in front of 221B Baker Street.

  "The timing is just right."

  Ayrton Senna helped Ludwig open the car door.

  "You arrived at the time of feeding the cat, and I happened to be back before the opening time."

  "Waiting for you? Is it your coffee shop's name?"

  Ludwig looked across the street at the coffee shop sign, a few slanting wooden planks crossed over each other, with tiny flowers and twigs poking out of the gaps in the wood, swaying gently in the breeze.

  "I didn't even notice, is this Spanish?"

  She smiled and turned her head to ask Ares who was standing beside her with his hands in his pockets.

  "What does it mean? Sorry, my Spanish is quite poor, so far I only know one song 《Quizás Quizás Quizás》."

  "What should I do? I'm a little heartbroken."

  Aizi stared at the opposite signboard in the early morning light, as lush and verdant as a forest, like gazing at her own lover.

  He said with gentle eyes:

  "This sign was made by me personally, it took a whole year, and the coffee shop officially opened only after the flowers on the sign bloomed."

  He smiled at Ludwig, with no hint of reproach in his eyes.

  Ludwig blinked his eyes, clasped his hands together and said with a flattering tone:

  "Sorry, from now on, every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is look at your sign - so, forgive me, okay?"

  Alicia stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her: "You know, I always forgive you."

  Ludwig: “……Sir, don’t say that I seemed to have wronged you before, I will misunderstand.”

  He smiled and didn't continue the conversation, instead turning to explain: "Esperando por ti means——"

  Bang!

  A massive explosion came from above their heads, startling both Ludwig and Eris.

  Someone in a nearby residential area opened their window and cursed for a moment before slamming it shut.

  Airi looked at Ludwig who was standing still on the spot: "It seems to be coming from your house, won't you go and take a look?"

  Ludwig calmly said, "Don't worry, just a few minor issues."

  Some dust fell from above, and the two of them quickly retreated one step each.

  Ai Rui Xi was also very calm:

  "It's all right... William, although a bit of a rogue, is essentially a man of his word, especially when it comes to trade with China; you can say that there's hardly anything he can't find."

  Ludwig brushed off the dust on his hair with his fingers: "Thanks, I'll go there often..."

  Another loud "Bang"!

  She wiped her face expressionlessly: "......just passing by."

  The fire alarm went off with a loud "Woo-hoo!" and was quite cheerful.

  Ailisi: “……If you need anything, just tell him directly or tell me, and I'll put it on my account……It seems like there's more dust falling down, are you sure it's okay?”

  "It's okay."

  Ludwig took another step back and hid in a place without dust.

  "You're too polite, how can I let you pay for me?"

  Ailisi also took a step back, and now the two people were speaking about four or five steps apart.

  Ludwig: “……Considering the current environment is a bit bad, let’s talk again next time.”

  She took out the key from her pocket and opened the door. Aresi quickly walked up to her side, holding down her hand:

  "Wait, I know you won't let me pay for you, but I hope you can give me a chance to do so, okay?"

  Ludwig didn't turn around, she said in a cold tone:

  "Thank you for sending me honey today and thank you for your kind intention, but I don't have plans to fall in love for the time being."

  Contrary to expectations, Ares didn't lose heart when he heard her words, but instead burst out laughing.

  "It doesn't matter, Vishy."

  He said softly behind Ludwig:

  "I don't expect you to love me, I just want to take care of you. As I said, it's as if we've known each other for a long time. If you're happy, it's like seeing an old friend happy."

  There was a hint of a smile in his voice:

  "If you fall in love with me, that's my good fortune - but if you don't, then please let me take care of you like a brother."

  Mr. Holmes had a strict and precise schedule, no matter whether he slept or not, he would always be waiting on the sofa for his 7 o'clock breakfast the next day.

  One morning, Ludwig saw Sherlock was already up and about, so he made spaghetti in advance.

  Sherlock insisted on wearing his pajamas on the sofa, flipping through newspapers until 7 o'clock. He then accepted breakfast from Ludwig with a noble and cold demeanor, and expressed just the right amount of discomfort at Ludwig's habit of eating spaghetti for breakfast.

  She didn't like muddy rice, she used to eat fried noodles for breakfast before.

  Super sour, super spicy, and must be a large plate...

  "Ah, there's Shanxi liangpi too... just thinking about it makes me drool..."

  Ludwig calmly inserted the key into the lock on the second floor, having already mentally prepared himself for the ruins he was about to face.

  The moment the key turned, she seemed to hear a series of sounds coming from inside the door: creaking, rattling, and banging... a string of noises.

  Then she opened the door.

  Sherlock sat elegantly in the bright living room, sitting beside the table.

  The living room was still as it had been before she left, and Sherlock was still the same Sherlock he had been before sleep.

  Ludwig looked at the dining table.

  Yes, under the influence of a certain girlfriend's conspiracy theory, she would intentionally place the teapot at a 45-degree angle facing the glass window.

  The teapot sat quietly on the table at a 45-degree angle, facing the sign of Ares outside the window.

  The tea in the small cup beside the teapot was also spotlessly clean, with no sign that it had just been through a bombing.

  But unusually, Mr. Holmes looked up and smiled at her like a normal person when he heard the sound of Ludwig's return.

  Ludwig's heart, which had just been put at ease, was on high alert once again.

  "Mr. Holmes, you got up so early? Did you sleep well?"

  Ludwig looked at Sherlock, who was dressed neatly, and glanced around to make sure there were no fragments or scorch marks anywhere, then smiled and said.

  "Very well." Sherlock gave her a courtesy smile. "Breakfast time, a salad."

  Tell lies.

  But how on earth did Mr. Holmes manage to do it, without leaving a single trace in that short minute when he went upstairs and opened the lock?

  If he decides not to crack cases or raise bees in the future, he can also consider doing housework.

  Sherlock finished his breakfast and then seemed to remember something, turning back to add a sentence: "Thank you."

  Ludwig looked at the honey in his hand: "But I want to drink purple yam..."

  "Oh, right, and coffee, with two cubes of sugar."

  Sherlock sat down on the sofa, his long legs crossed, and picked up the newspaper that Ludwig had placed on the table in the morning, quickly flipping through it.

  Ludwig quietly put the honey back.

  She stood in front of the counter handling fruits and asked nonchalantly:

  "I felt like I just felt an earthquake! Did you feel it?"

  Sherlock said expressionlessly, "Not a bit of it."

  "Really? I thought it was shaking pretty badly..."

  "It's probably just a slight crustal movement, don't worry about it."

  Damn it! Your whole family is having an earthquake!

  London is in which seismic belt?! Mr. Holmes, has your geographical knowledge gone to the dogs?!

  Sherlock's phone suddenly rang.

  The sender had no name tag and no geographical source.

  The only thing that distinguishes it from others is that it is a string of zeros.

  Sender:

  Surprise? You almost blew your cover when you detonated that homemade air bomb while syncing with me wirelessly.

  Sherlock

  Obviously your journey of being hunted is too monotonous, a little fun.

  Ludwig: "Is there still a hint of nitrate?"

  "Oh, is it because Scotland Yard's detective skills are too unchallenging, so the criminals don't want to commit crimes in Britain anymore?"

  He irritably put the newspaper back on the table, completely ignoring Ludwig's question: "Coffee?"

  Ludwig walked up to him and handed him a glass of milk:

  "The coffee is gone, there's only milk."

  He shook his head: "No, milk is for nighttime."

  "Mr. Holmes, I couldn't grow coffee beans in a minute."

  "It's absurd to drink milk in the morning."

  "I'll bring coffee back when I come home at noon, okay?"

  Like soothing a cranky child, Ludwig then placed the salad with kiwi and apple bits in front of Sherlock.

  Sherlock expressionlessly said, "Coffee."

  "There's a convenience store five minutes away from here, if you can buy coffee back now, I can help you cook it - but then there won't be lunch, because I won't help you make it, but you can continue to have coffee for lunch."

  Ludwig smiled

  "But if you're also planning on having coffee for lunch, then you won't have any dinner either - but that's okay, you can just keep drinking coffee at night."

  She turned around, took her own salad and sat down opposite Mr. Holmes.

  "...... Of course you can order takeout, on the condition that you are willing to answer phone calls and go downstairs to pick it up. You should know that takeout places do not accept text messages."

  Mr Holmes weighed the threat of Ludwig's downfall against his milk.

  Then he sat down on the sofa, like a large feline animal, proudly, elegantly and solemnly, eating his salad.

  Long live the Empress Dowager!

  Don't think I won't show my power just because you're from our village!

  If she wasn't being too silly, Ludwig thought she wanted to toss her hair back and shout at the sky.

  But in fact, she just quietly put her hands behind her back and made a V sign.

  Emma is so playful~

  Just as Mr. Holmes was finally starting to eat his breakfast properly and Ludwig had relaxed for a few minutes, he suddenly smiled slightly -

  "Vichy, our breakfast has arrived."