Chapter 6: First Meeting Please Be Gentle (3)

  Holmes is coming = Death is coming.

  Who made this equation and dragged it out to be chopped!

  Is Sherlock Holmes more lethal than Death Note?

  Since he parachuted into London, how many more poisonous bomb deaths and corpses has London had! Has the god of death arrived?!

  Directly boosted the thriving development of London's funeral industry! Did it? Did it?!

  As a miserable female traverser who has never watched Sherlock, the roads in front of Ludwig now have three options: a, b, and c.

  Option A: Immediately pack up and return to Paris, back to the little devil's house opposite the Louvre Palace, waiting for himself to run into the Louvre Palace in a daze to find the cat, and then according to the plot of "The Phantom of the Louvre", have a fateful encounter with the mummy in the Louvre Palace, from then on merging into one.

  Until her miserable repairman boyfriend asked a Taoist priest to perform an exorcism on her, only to find that the result of the exorcism was that all the vengeful spirits from Egypt ran out.

  What's even more miserable is that she and the young repairman have been in a state of passing each other by every day for five years, with no spark of love between them, and it's not easy for her to create opportunities for chance encounters every day.

  Under circumstances different from the original story, she really can't guarantee that Master Xiūdào will save her in such a situation.

  What if he treats her like a passerby, and the danger she encounters as an irrelevant person's affair, without making an effort to save her like in the original plot - what should she do?

  London can appear seven years earlier Sherlock appeared on Baker Street bg, it's hard to say that Paris won't have some bg.

  Option B: Stay in this London where BG has already appeared and proceed with a completely unfamiliar plot.

  Please, in the original work, apart from Mr. John-Peanut and landlady Mrs. Hodge, who have the luck of drinking Felix Felicis to avoid one disaster after another, all the others are unknowingly immersed in a dream of danger, unaware that they are actually walking on the edge of death every time, and may become cannon fodder at any moment.

  The great sacrifice of Conan Doyle, the father of Sherlock Holmes, is comparable to that of God Jehovah, who can even sacrifice his own son. What else can't be sacrificed?

  She should be awarded a medal with the inscription: "Everything for the glory of the protagonist!"

  Option C: Happily collecting luggage and traveling around the world, the protagonist is always left behind!

  Come back after the plot ends, anyway, the French plot won't last long, right?...

  ……

  Provided she has money.

  She didn't even lose her wallet, and the money she had left wasn't enough to support herself until next month.

  Uncle Mikala, although gentle, was a stubborn stone head who would say one thing and not budge. If she didn't listen to his arrangements and obediently receive the care of his so-called "first love" in London, Ludwig dared say that he would rush back and take back the living expenses he had just sent her a few days ago.

  If the plot had a physical body, Ludwig would have to grab its shoulders and shake it vigorously until last night's dinner came out.

  What's up?

  Plot! Do you dare give me an option D?

  "Sherlock, I think you should introduce me to this young lady."

  "I am powerless, Rested."

  Sherlock said, his eyes not looking at his friend: "This is also between me and my——"

  He paused for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully.

  "This is the first meeting with this future roommate."

  "What did you say?" Ludwig came back to his senses from the empty state and immediately heard a word that was as thrilling as it was terrifying.

  "Live-in partner? Whose live-in partner are you talking about?"

  Sherlock stared at her for a few seconds: "Aren't you here looking for a house?"

  "Yes."

  "Mrs. Hodgson has only one vacant room left here."

  He said calmly.

  Although his facial muscles barely moved, Ludwig could also feel the teasing in those gray gemstone-like eyes.

  "It's the one you're facing away from now."

  ……

  What's going on?

  Isn't that John Watson, who can't die no matter how hard he tries and is playing the role of a good friend, wife and little white mouse at the same time?

  What does this French woman have to do with anything?

  Damn it! Are you kidding me with this plot? Should I throw the book at your face or what?! And what's up with living with Sherlock Holmes, it's her turn to scratch the wall!

  You twisted the plot!

  "Baker Street may have more than one rental house."

  "Unfortunately, Baker Street has only one rental room."

  "I don't have to live on Baker Street."

  "I don't think so."

  Sherlock looked at her and cracked a smile.

  "If you weren't necessarily going to 221B Baker Street, you wouldn't be here - the cab you took had a clear destination, you lingered at Mrs. Hudson's door for nearly half an hour, during which time you knocked five times, indicating that you came specifically to see Mrs. Hudson. There has been some trouble at home, so although you are well-dressed, you can't afford dinner, because you would rather go to a coffee shop than a restaurant at dinnertime... No need to look at me like that, your eyes lingered on the Wood's Chop House for at least five minutes, that was too obvious, Miss Ludmilla."

  Ludwig fell silent for a moment - sorry, Mr. Holmes spoke too quickly and she needed time to digest it.

  "Now that you already know who I am, why are you asking me who I am?"

  "Because in my understanding of high school students, it does not include professional-level Morse code skills comparable to those of intelligence agency personnel, miss."

  Sherlock crossed his arms and adopted that intense stare again.

  "Although the Morse code is as simple as a child's toy, it is not every child that can calculate each interval to almost complete equality, at least not those in Scotland Yard."

  "...This is Inspector Long lying down and still getting shot."

  "Ah, Morse code." Ludwig nodded: "Then?"

  "Then?"

  "And what else has aroused your suspicions, Mr. Sherlock?"

  Ludwig frowned slightly irritably.

  "Don't tell me your observation of me stopped at the door."

  "Of course."

  He nodded in agreement

  "Of course it won't be that simple. You looked at my little experiment with the same expression as if that severed arm was just a piece of wood, and that eye was just a glass ball... This is much better than how Rested reacted back then - isn't it, Rested?"

  Rastread: "......" :-(

  "So?" He shifted in his armchair: "Miss Ludwig, how do you explain all those things that are not like 'Miss Ludwig'?"

  At this point, even Rastatter began to look at Ludwig seriously.

  ……

  "What's there to explain?" Ludwig frowned, a bit surprised. "Why should I explain?"

  She put down the lukewarm coffee in her hand on the table - heaven knows she hadn't even taken a sip!

  Look again at the coffee cup and plate mixed with blood in the pool! One glance can't convey its disgustingness!

  "What law have I broken, sir? Even if it's an interrogation, you need to provide evidence."

  "As for why I'm afraid of some things and not others."

  Ludwig curled up the corners of his lips, revealing a somewhat subtle sneer.

  "Such a personal concern is more suitable for my guardian to handle."

  She picked up the coat that had been placed on one side, stood up, and then held out her hand to Rested.

  "Sorry for no self-introduction, I am Mrs. Haoderson's friend's niece, Ludwig...Ludwig."

  No matter how bad Sherlock is, Police Uncle still wants to get along with him. (╯﹏╰)

  Reis didn't react at first, then he came to (囧), grasped Ludwig's outstretched hand and said

  "I'm also sorry, I am Greg Rested."

  "Nice to meet you, Inspector Lestrade."

  "Raiden burst out laughing in surprise: 'I didn't say I was a detective, how did you know...'"

  "Elementary, my dear Watson." This was Sherlock's impatient voice from the sofa.

  "Obviously, sir." This was Ludwig's voice with a hint of obsequiousness.

  The two voices rose in perfect harmony at the same time.

  Ludwig, can't you just let me have this line?! How am I supposed to deliver the next flattering remark now?!

  Lester looked at both of them: "...... Are you two really meeting for the first time today?"

  "Sherlock snorted in derision: 'Carrying the badge of a brain that can lower the IQ of an entire street, wandering around London all day, and expecting someone not to recognize the acting detective inspector of Scotland Yard?'"

  Lester: *silence* ( blank expression )

  Ludwig patted Inspector Long's shoulder calmly: "I think it's because of the sense of justice that Inspector Long has shown from the inside out."

  Rasuto: “……” (≧v≦)~~

  Sherlock glanced at the two people standing shoulder to shoulder.

  "In fact, apart from that unsteady sense of justice, there's nothing left on him."

  Rasuto: "......" (‵′) Tsu!

  Ludwig felt that patting him on the shoulder was no longer enough to comfort the inspector.

  If Inspector Lestrade used Sogou Pinyin input method, he would definitely be thinking all sorts of things in his heart - damn it, Sherlock!

  So, in a place like Baker Street that's such a nuisance, the sooner you move out the better, and once you've moved out, it's an irreversible truth!

  But I heard that "Sherlock" is a BL drama?

  Ludwig smiled wickedly in his heart.

  In a danmei plot, isn't the best way to resolve the conflict between the male lead and the male supporting character just to have them sleep together?