Chapter 13: The Turbulent Life of Cohabitation

  Two months before the Bac, Ludwig had roughly gone through the science content before running to Romania.

  So now the review is still relatively easy.

  It has to be said that France's literary atmosphere is very strong, but its science and mathematics are really weak.

  As a high school student in a science competition class, Ludwig felt that even if she didn't do very well on the exams, it was still easy to pass.

  Difficult is philosophy and logic.

  Philosophy is really too difficult, logic is really too difficult - in short, this kind of free play is really too difficult.

  She would rather be like a high school student taking an exam, testing the emperor's birth year, death year, what are the historical reasons for this battle, what is the fundamental reason, what is the subjective reason, what is the objective reason...

  The things that can be done with just a backpack are the best~~

  Although she didn't read too little under her father's influence, it was really a rhythm to kneel down when she suddenly came up with a systematic argument...囧rz

  No, Viscount! When you're about to kneel down, think that there's still a Luseo struggling in the midst of water and fire!

  Suddenly full of energy~~\\\\(≧▽≦)/~

  Dark red floor-length curtains (if you don't count the dust on top).

  A lush emerald-green intricate carpet (if you don't count the mites on top).

  At the time of Mr. Holmes, the whole 221B Baker Street, except for Mr. Holmes himself, was a world of microorganisms.

  It was queer how clean Mr Holmes himself was.

  Although those dishes had been piled up in the sink for a long time, Mr. Holmes himself never used them and threw them away if he remembered.

  Occasionally, the bacteria above will also be transplanted onto a culture medium.

  Of course, Mr. Holmes mostly can't remember that there is such a subtle long-haired world in the washbasin...

  So, all in all, 221B Baker Street is still a place where mammals and microorganisms coexist peacefully...

  The first week, Ludwig was too exhausted to tidy up the carpet and curtains after tidying up the living room.

  "So she paused for a moment, gazing at the dusty curtains beside her in the lamplight, and said: 'Mr. Holmes.'"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Let's change the curtains tomorrow."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Are you free to go shopping tomorrow?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Mr. Holmes?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "....Are you even listening to me?"

  This time's response was delayed for a bit, and then came two words that were decisive and forceful:

  "No."

  Ludwig: “……”

  But she decided not to mind this matter after all, there was a more important thing to deal with at hand.

  She pretended not to hear Sherlock's words and continued saying: "You'd better listen... the carpet might as well be replaced too."

  Sherlock shifted his position on the sofa and said, "Why should I be consulted about this sort of thing?"

  Ludwig: I don't want to discuss it with you either, discussing what curtains to buy with you is more exhausting than me running to the mall and carrying them back by myself...

  But she just said:

  "Because the living room is a public area and you will also bear part of the cost of curtains, I am just soliciting your opinion as a matter of routine."

  The reply to Ludwig was a single sentence blurted out by Sherlock Holmes:

  "Pants pocket."

  "What?"

  "Am I supposed to pay?" he said impatiently, "The card is in my pants pocket."

  Ludwig: “...your trousers' pockets are stuck to your legs, only five centimeters away from your hands—is it closer to me?”

  Sherlock's one sentence that kills everyone: "I am thinking."

  Ludwig: …I see.

  But she really didn't have the courage to turn Mr. Sherlock Holmes' trouser pockets inside out.

  What if there's a finger in it, what to do!

  Is she going to go and hold hands with him?

  Just thinking about it makes me too tired to even want to eat...

  She leaned back against the sofa, woodenly turned her head and continued to focus on Hegel, saying to Sherlock:

  "Never mind, just give it to me after you've finished thinking about it."

  Although he said so, Ludwig was convinced that once Mr. Holmes had finished thinking about it, the matter would be relegated to the dustbin of meaningless memories and deleted from his mind.

  Ludwig let out a silent sigh, she would go buy it herself tomorrow anyway.

  But I don't have enough money on me, and I really don't want to use inferior products instead... what should I do?

  Wait!

  Isn't there still Xiao Tuhao Le Shiwei?

  Emma, indeed a person from the same time and space is more reliable... Tomorrow I'll write to her to get a curtain and a carpet.

  Velvet must! Shu embroidery must! Bat pattern must!

  You're a finance major and can't even get a set of Chinese ink window curtains? Just wait for me to mock you for a whole year!

  Having solved the problem, Ludwig continued reading with a satisfied heart.

  Disregarding those invisible microorganisms, this is what's in front of us now——

  Dark red curtains, exquisite carpets, warm yellow lamp light.

  There is also a woman with a gentle expression under the lamp light, holding a book, and a man with a slender figure and classical temperament.

  Meow, it's already beautiful enough to be a painting, okay? o(╯□╰)o

  I heard from a friend that Mr. Holmes in the BBC version gets extremely anxious when there are no cases?

  Why is Mr. Holmes still so high-end and elegant now?

  At the very next moment of Ludwig's sigh.

  "Boom!!"

  A loud crack, a bullet whizzed past Ludwig's ear and hit a ball of embroidery lying on the edge of the table.

  Ludwig suddenly jumped up from the sofa: "My tea coaster..."

  Sherlock held a gun that he had somehow produced, his expression calm but anyone could see how annoyed he was.

  He shifted his posture, pulled the gun out from under his armpit and fired a shot at the desk with his back to it.

  The bullet grazed the table and hit the wall, another tea coaster flew out with black smoke, fell from the wall with a "bang" and slid to the ground.

  “……”

  Ludwig covered his face, feeling that the scene was too beautiful and he didn't dare look...

  My tea coaster~~~~

  Tea Coaster!

  Sherlock raised his gun again.

  But can't shoot anymore.

  Because our great heroine Miss Ludwig directly knocked Mr. Holmes down onto the sofa.

  ...four limbs were used in unison, pinning Sherlock down firmly on the sofa...

  Comrade Ludwig is mighty!

  "What are you doing... oh!"

  "Two hundred and seventy pounds!"

  It adds up to two thousand seven hundred yuan!

  Two thousand seven hundred yuan!!!!!

  "Calm down, Vishy, it's just two tea coasters..."

  "It's a ￡270 tea infuser!"

  Still had pen friends from Suzhou ask a famous artist to specially embroider tea cup mats that were exactly the same as hers in her previous life!

  Sherlock strained to reach the gun on top of his head before Ludwig could grab it.

  Just relying on her memory to draw the pattern had kept her up for many nights!

  "Don't kneel directly on my face..."

  "I want to step directly on your face!"

  "Your hands! Don't move them randomly! Vischi, this way will lead to fire..."

  Ludwig has departed from indignation.

  "Meow! You actually dare to run away with fire! Believe it or not, I'll make you unable to lift your hands first!! Bring the knife!!"

  "Damn it, get your finger out of the gun barrel!"

  "Who allowed you to still dare to be so reckless?!"

  "It's a misfire!!"

  "Sherlock! We have a case!...Oh God, you..."

  The noise at the door brought Ludwig back to his senses.

  Ludwig was still sitting on Sherlock's waist, looking at the entrance of the castle, completely unaware that their current posture was——

  The legendary clothes... are disheveled, woman on top... man below...

  Lester stood at the door like a wooden chicken.

  "Not...not...don't stop, I'll go get a cup of coffee, you guys, cough, continue."

  Rastread recovered from the shock, coughed awkwardly and wanted to leave this place that refreshed his three views as soon as possible to sort out his thoughts.

  Sherlock was actually on the sofa with a woman...

  Is London's ground going to collapse?!

  "Sherlock and a woman on the sofa" was more shocking than all the things he had encountered this year.

  "It doesn't matter."

  Ludwig also came over, nimbly climbing down from Sherlock's body.

  Sherlock straightened up and calmly put the gun into his own long trousers pocket.

  "What case?"

  "Case?" Inspector Lestrade looked at Sherlock in confusion. "Oh right, the case! Wait, you've got me mixed up..."

  Sherlock: "The head of Czechoslovakian timber was murdered in his office?"

  "That's right, it is like that."

  Sherlock nodded slightly, indicating Lestrade should continue.

  "This afternoon around four o'clock, I received..."

  Sherlock interrupted him impatiently: "The point."

  Lestrade said in a low, irritated tone, "I don't know what your brain has deduced from me, Sherlock!"

  "Of course you wouldn't know." Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

  "Well, well, Sherlock." Inspector Lestrade spread his hands. "You come directly with me to the scene of the crime."

  "If that's a request." Sherlock stood up, saying coldly, "By the way, did the victim's family members who appeared at the scene tonight touch the body?"

  "Rastreador: ... His wife? No."

  Sherlock walked towards the room: "Weixi, bring your phone."

  Ludwig was once again struck by Sherlock's incredibly natural "Vichy".

  It was clear that Mr. Rested was also frightened out of his wits and stood pale-faced on the side.

  Ludwig hesitated for a moment: "Mobile phone? I don't have a mobile phone."

  "My phone."

  "How am I supposed to know where you put your phone?"

  His voice came from inside the room: "Just now when I was messing with you, it fell on the sofa."

  Ludwig: “……”

  Just now, when I was messing with you...

  Damn it, Mr. Holmes, your ability to use words and phrases is really chicken-catching, don't you know that the multi-functional verb "do" can easily lead to ambiguity?

  In this world, apart from the simple and crude "do", there is a more euphemistic word called "fight".

  Didn't you see, Inspector Lestrade, that he has already quietly buried his face in his hands?!