Chapter 30: I'm Not Here to Be a Personal Assistant Either

  Ludwig: “……”

  Mom, Wang Sicong is nothing, Sherlock Holmes is the real rich guy!

  Agree with him! Agree with him!

  Ludwig's brain was screaming wildly.

  She was completely hit by Sherlock's flower cannon and didn't notice anything wrong with the "my dearest" in Sherlock's mouth.

  But on second thought, there's nothing wrong with that; Sherlock has always emphasized the practical meaning of words over their emotional significance.

  For a lone wolf like Sherlock, what could be more intimate than having a roommate and personal assistant?

  She didn't notice at all that Lestrade on the side had his mouth agape, looking at Sherlock and then at Ludwig, with ideas popping up non-stop.

  If she marries Mr. Forrester, she will have hardly any financial worries and can continue to travel the world and save money, who knows, maybe even go to China.

  And... piano.

  If she marries Mr. Holmes, she can live a life that is not so calculated, and she can afford to be a little more extravagant in buying the sheet music she likes and playing the piano in a better room.

  It's been too long, too long, too long since she last played the piano.

  Since arriving in France, exchange rates have been unbearable and living expenses are often forgotten by Uncle Kamir.

  And she also didn't know when the plot of "The Phantom of the Louvre" would begin.

  So she always carries all her cash with her, afraid to spend it, afraid to buy expensive sheet music that might be a waste.

  In France, the piano room was even more daunting, after all, the neighbors knew that Ludwig had never played the piano as a child.

  That's right, if she marries Mr. Holmes, she won't have to work.

  She will have time to watch the sunrise and sunset, clouds rolling in and out, and she can also go around London to search for snacks.

  ……

  Watching the look of struggle on Ludwig's face for a moment, Sherlock showed a satisfied expression.

  "Rastrelli, my brown-haired lady, the blood test results should be out. You go to the university hospital and get the lab report, it's crucial for the development of the case."

  "Then you two..."

  Sherlock glanced at Ludwig who was still stunned: "My new partner and I will take a cab over right away."

  Rex nodded knowingly - a world of two people, huh? Got it in seconds~

  Originally thought Sherlock was unbeatable in terms of IQ and arrogance, but as for emotional intelligence—

  Rathbone once thought that Sherlock had merged his EQ into his IQ.

  It's that kind of person with an IQ off the charts and an EQ in bankruptcy, a typical antisocial personality.

  But now...

  Lestrade deeply felt that his previous view of Sherlock's emotions as negative was a narrow prejudice, and Sherlock was actually very charming when it came to conquering women!

  Poor Detective Lestrade, basking in the joy of "My son has grown up", drove to the university hospital with a happy smile, completely unaware that he had gone astray...

  "Before that, Vichy, we first go to the scene of the crime. Beside the newspaper stand at the side door, there is a lame old tramp who can imitate excellent handwriting. He will help me stall Rastriad for a while... Taxi!"

  He walked to the side of the road and raised his hand to hail a car, his windbreaker cutting through the air with a sharp arc.

  The red taxi stopped, and before Ludwig could react, Sherlock naturally grabbed his arm and pulled him in.

  Ludwig: “……” I haven't agreed yet, Mr. Holmes!

  But grumbling was just in his heart, things had come to this, and Ludwig could only cooperate with Sherlock.

  As for the others... let's talk about it later ~t_t~

  "If we're also going to the scene, what did you go to the university hospital for?"

  "His whole system of interrogation and evidence gathering is too cumbersome." Sherlock's eyes were fixed intently on the rearview mirror.

  And don't look at his rusty brain, but when he arrived at the scene of the case, he always liked to put on a detective's airs.

  Ludwig: “……” He doesn't pretend to be a detective, he is one.

  Sherlock withdrew his gaze from the rearview mirror.

  To be accurate, he wasn't a formal inspector, the old Inspector Lockwood had been getting senile since last year, and when the others at Scotland Yard weren't being foolish they were almost as bad, so it was a relief to find someone with an IQ hovering around the pass mark like Lestrade to act in his place.

  Mr. Holmes's incredible mind-reading skills...

  Inspector Lestrade... No, Inspector Lestrade will die of laughter.

  The Scottish stadium is going to be destroyed by Mr. Holmes' sarcastic remarks...

  Sherlock turned his head and continued staring at the rearview mirror:

  Watching Scotland Yard solve a case is like watching the Paralympics, their progress has never been uniform, but when it comes to selecting people, they have a surprisingly uniform approach -

  He suddenly frowned: "Are you unhappy? Why are you unhappy?"

  Who would be happy if they were dragged down the stairs and then dragged into a car?

  But Ludwig simply said:

  "Because I'm hungry, and Sara hasn't even had two bites yet."

  "If you're going to lie, remember to control your micro-expressions. Vischy, you lowered your eyelashes."

  Heaven is witness, she just blinked!

  And where did he see this? He was clearly looking at the rearview mirror!

  Wait... rearview mirror?

  Ludwig looked into the rearview mirror and didn't see his own face.

  She leaned in closer to Sherlock and then she saw one of her small ears from the mirror.

  She sat back down: "According to the reversibility of light paths, you can see me in the mirror, and I should also be able to see you...... why can't I see you?"

  "Because rearview mirrors are spherical mirrors."

  "Oh~"

  Mr. Holmes turned a blank face towards her again.

  "What do you want to say?"

  "Nothing, just confirming that you were sneaking a peek at me."

  She shrugged and said with a smile:

  "I know I look decent, but you can actually look openly - peeking through the rearview mirror is really too low, Mr. Holmes."

  Ludwig swore that this was really just a tease and she didn't have the conceit to think Mr. Holmes would sneak a peek at her in the rearview mirror.

  Not to mention that she only looks ordinary, I estimate that even if Mr. Holmes himself wore women's clothing, except for being slightly startling in height, he would be more stunning than her by several points.

  So in Ludwig's mind, the reason why there was a car following behind was much more plausible.

  But...

  "I admit I was sneaking a peek at you..."

  "...but it's not because of how your face looks - all French people look more or less the same."

  Sherlock frowned again:

  "But it's not one of the twenty-three reactions I've anticipated for you."

  “……”

  She was also drunk with her own imagination...

  Considering Mr. Holmes was making fun of a Frenchman rather than a Chinese person, she decided not to get so worked up.

  She turned her head and looked out of the car window, saying calmly:

  "Are British people's faces also ugly?"

  You're not special, for instance, you have two eyes, one nose and one mouth, it's really too ordinary, to the point where if you were to blend into a crowd, no one would be able to find you——no need to thank me, I'm just telling it like it is.

  Sherlock took out his mobile phone:

  "I agree with your view of the British, but I don't agree with your view of me."

  Ludwig turned around and scrutinized Sherlock for a moment.

  Sherlock stared at his phone, letting her look him up and down.

  It's also possible that he was sized up too many times and simply didn't care about being sized up anymore.

  Beauty has always been like cheese, attracting mice's attention.

  Ludwig measured for a few seconds, then leaned against the car window, his hands grasping the window frame, laughing so hard he was doubled over.

  "Hmm, I admit it, I admit... I did overlook that - your face is so striking, absolutely not the type to get lost in a crowd..."

  Sherlock glanced at her, looking utterly perplexed.

  "Laughing point?"

  "Hahaha... guess?"

  Sherlock gave up discussing this issue with her which was beneath his intelligence quotient. He opened the search page on his phone and smiled slightly.

  "...and you're right, there is a car following us from behind."

  Ludwig's smile froze.

  Sherlock: "Last year a member of a noble family was accused of murdering his brother and was eventually hanged."

  "What did you expose?"

  No.

  Sherlock said with indifference:

  "I was just pointing out that apart from murdering his brother, he also slept with his sister-in-law."

  “……”

  "So before he was hanged, he was also flogged, the executioner was his elder sister's father, so that flogging was particularly severe."

  "......Then who was it that tried to kill you?"

  "His elder sister-in-law."

  “……”

  The taxi driver in front of him quietly sped up a bit.

  Sherlock comforted him by saying:

  "Don't worry, they've blocked me many times before. The worst time was when they sent a team of snipers and turned Jenny's fruit stand into a sieve."

  Ludwig: “……”

  Not comforting at all

  The taxi driver stepped on the gas pedal and the car roared out.

  Before Ludwig had a chance to marvel at how powerful London's taxis were, it came to an abrupt stop with a loud "screech".

  The driver quickly opened the car door and a shiny black head with snake-like braids appeared beside the driver's seat.

  "Brother, in this era, people are doing business with their lives on the line. Please spare me, forget about the taxi fare, and get out of the car with your girlfriend."