Chapter 29 I'm Not Here to Be a Personal Assistant Either

  "It's clear you've had a sleepless night to no avail. The hair ends are drier than the roots - she has oily skin, loves cleanliness and rose-scented fragrances, and is weighed down by worries, often staying up late recently."

  "No, we've already investigated her family, and she's been perfectly normal lately."

  Illusion.

  After uttering this word, Sherlock began to look at Lestrade with a gaze that seemed to see through him.

  Although he looks at most people with this kind of gaze for most of the time.

  So Lestrade had discovered nothing amiss.

  "Rachel, use your brain, her hair is extremely smooth and well-maintained, with minimal damage to the cuticle layer. She takes great care of it, getting regular treatments and has never had a perm or dye job."

  He put his hair under his nose and gently shook it.

  "Asian woman, living by the sea, with a fresh pomade scent but no shampoo smell - A beautiful and clean woman who hasn't done any maintenance for two days before going on stage, only using pomade. Apparently, she's been troubled by something lately and didn't even have time to take care of herself."

  Ludwig leaned in closer and glanced at the hair in Sherlock's hand:

  "It's not as exaggerated as Mr. Holmes said, her hair is quite healthy, it's just that the roots are withered, she must have been staying up late recently."

  Rastread's face looked like he had eaten overnight bread.

  Sherlock looked at Ludwig, his expression still indifferent, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  Ludwig realized he had spoken out of turn again.

  She recalled the last time she was almost dragged to the crime scene by Sherlock, and her whole body shuddered. She immediately smiled apologetically at Lestrade, grasped his hand and said sincerely:

  "It's not your fault, you know; girls are always quicker at such things than men - excepting Mr. Holmes, of course."

  Sherlock suddenly stood up: "Vishy, where is my coat?"

  "You casually threw it into the fireplace and almost set the house on fire. I helped you pick it up and put it on the coat rack."

  The coat rack was newly bought by Ludwig and placed next to the wall bookcase in the living room.

  She ran over and picked up Sherlock's trench coat, dusting it off before handing it to the man standing in the center of the living room, whose haughty expression remained unchanged.

  Sherlock took the windbreaker and put it on neatly, then grabbed Ludwig's wrist and strode towards the stairs.

  Raschdorff's eyes widened slightly in surprise, then he smiled meaningfully and followed.

  Ludwig stumbled along behind Sherlock's tall back, and was almost pulled down by Sherlock's large hand.

  "Mr. Holmes, if you're going to leave, then just go! Why drag me along with you? What's the point?"

  I don't want to go to some soprano's crime scene at all, okay?!

  At that moment when he was being dragged into the water, Ludwig only wanted to look up at the sky and let out an unladylike roar.

  "My god, I'm just a French student who's mixed up and waiting for death! France!!"

  "This has nothing to do with me, you Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland murder case!"

  Sherlock's long legs carried him swiftly down the stairs.

  Ludwig was like a rag bag bouncing down the stairs three steps at a time.

  Mr. Holmes is almost 1.9 meters tall, but she is only a miserable 1.65 meters...

  This is absolutely not what they call the most adorable height difference...

  "Mr. Holmes, let me go... damn it, you're supposed to let go!"

  Ludwig couldn't help but curse out loud in shock and fright.

  It wasn't until they reached the bottom of the stairs that Mr. Holmes released Ludwig's wrist.

  He is standing by the road.

  Against the backdrop of the flowing traffic, he stood still.

  But what he says never stops.

  Sherlock put his hands in his pockets and watched the people coming and going on the street.

  I need an assistant.

  “……”

  Emma, Mr. Holmes, is this finally over?

  This is good news, but why did you have to pull me down?

  Ludwig said she wasn't at all surprised that Sherlock wanted an assistant.

  Because, for the sake of the plot's smooth development and in order to allow John Watson to move into 221B Baker Street smoothly, Mr. Holmes would always feel a deep, ancient, and profound loneliness from within his heart on certain quiet mornings or afternoons with falling leaves...

  ……

  Must be quiet! Must be quiet!

  Not lonely, how can peanuts knock open his heart?

  Not lonely, how can I be a good base friend with peanuts!

  However, Mr. Holmes, your peanuts are still not rough-skinned, and asking me is also useless~

  This kind of thing requires patience and waiting!

  Just as Ludwig was about to comfort the lonely Mr. Holmes for the first time, Mr. Holmes spoke up in a tone as casual as discussing what to have for breakfast:

  "...it just so happens we live together, it would be more convenient if you were in charge."

  What?

  Shrimp rice? !

  Sherlock gazed at Ludwig, his eyes like deep pools, like black pearls soaking in the morning sunlight.

  "You don't have to worry about your limited IQ, although it's a fact, but you at least possess basic reasoning ability."

  Ludwig came back from his momentary shock, still feeling dizzy but reacting quickly.

  "Sorry, I think not only my IQ - as you said, is very limited, but also my reasoning ability is quite clumsy, and logic is full of loopholes, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."

  "Don't worry, your role isn't thinking." Sherlock waved his hand: "I just need you to stay by my side."

  I only need you.

  Stay by my side.

  "What the...?! ⊙▽⊙ It was Inspector Lestrade, who had just arrived and caught Sherlock's last words."

  Sherlock must have confessed in this one minute when he was gone!

  He just knew Sherlock was shy earlier! A twenty-year-old boy, which one wouldn't have spring in his heart?

  No wonder it's Sherlock, treating his girlfriend as neatly as a corpse!

  If Ludwig knew what was going on in Inspector Lestrade's mind at this moment, he would surely exclaim:

  Investigator, your language understanding must have been taught by a primary school math teacher. You should analyze problems in context and stop talking nonsense!

  It's obvious that Mr. Holmes didn't say the second half of the sentence after "I only need you to stay by my side", which is "for my convenience" right?...〒_〒

  "Vichy, as a friend, I want you to give Sherlock a chance."

  Scared... shrimp?

  Lester's expression was unusually sincere:

  "It's hard to imagine how difficult it was for him to find a living person who could interest him, as he had always been fascinated by corpses and before meeting you, he would often talk to himself in front of a skull..."

  Ludwig: “……”

  What's wrong with this place...

  "Skull Mr. was put into the room by him, actually he also occasionally talks to Skull Mr. now...... Also, Detective, I'm just a student."

  At just seventeen years old, aren't they afraid of her facing murder cases every day?

  What's left is psychological shadow

  The British can't be so neglectful of French children's healthy growth!

  Ludwig was about to say "I'm just a kid".

  Rhestrud sighed and patted Ludwig's shoulder, "I understand, it must be a lot of pressure for you to accept Sherlock being so... special."

  Ludwig: “……”

  ……

  Why does she still feel something is wrong?

  Ludwig didn't have time to think carefully and bluntly refused:

  "I decline, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Holmes."

  Just as her words had barely fallen, a slightly cold and low voice said ——

  "Rent is completely free."

  Crunch.

  This is the sound of Ludwig's heart being blown apart by the tycoon.

  What?!

  Mom in another world, what did she hear?!

  Here is the translation:

  Wow! Please accept this basket of tea eggs from me!

  Ludwig would never admit it, but in that moment, her heart skipped a beat.

  Free rent is a great temptation.

  It's just following Mr. Holmes around... At most, I'll be paid for overtime.

  Besides, he would never be so perverted as to interfere with her going to school.

  Every month, apart from the time spent in school and those few days specific to girls, the remaining time that needs to be spent running around with Mr. Holmes is actually not very long.

  But... but...

  Ludwig thought silently in his heart - who knows what kind of perversion Mr. Holmes would become... (-.-)

  Don't forget, that's Sherlock Holmes, history's greatest necrophiliac and history's strongest antisocial personality.

  "If you agree to my terms, then as someone closest to me, you can use my card anytime."

  Just as Ludwig came to and wanted to refuse, Sherlock floated down with another sentence.

  Lestrade: This is the right way to chase a girl! Sherlock is really something else!

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