Chapter 3: The Impossible Baker Street Three

  And so, time flew by like an arrow, and before they knew it, Ludwig and the royal stutterer Stuart found themselves standing in front of the legendary Baker Street.

  This is really a story in history, Conan Doyle was an author of last century.

  At the time, Sherlock and Moriarty were not seeking to live together but die together by Conan Doyle, London also had a parade to protest against Holmes' death.

  "Hey, is it really just because of your emotions that you're rebelling? In the dark alleys of London, pedestrians will definitely give you a big slap in the face!"

  In comparison, London back then was so pure, now it's too decadent!

  ……

  He flatly refused Stuart's request to "go to Miss Ludwig's house and pay his respects to the uncle and aunt with a noble ceremony", and after kicking him out of the car, Ludwig finally set foot on the famous and ferocious 221B Baker Street.

  She was deeply moved... If her bosom friend An He from the previous life knew that she could actually stand alive in front of 221B Baker Street, he would probably be so jealous that he would hook up with her boyfriend.

  Ludwig loved the detectives created by Conan Doyle just as deeply, but this love for the detective with a strong translation flavor disappeared immediately when he encountered the later magnificent Chu Liuxiang and the magnificent thief Kid.

  Is it true love if a dashing and handsome thief is what you're into?

  The ill-tempered detective Sherlock and his good buddies, she didn't expect anything from them at all.

  The most important thing is that Sherlock in the original work isn't handsome at all.

  Knock on the door three times, no one answered. Knocked again three times, still no one answered. Knocked three more times, and still no one answered.

  She waited for a while, but no one came. The plane ticket had cost her nearly half of her money, and she had nowhere to go.

  The old-fashioned streets of Britain have no awnings, with red and orange lights alternating in the distance, brightly colored umbrellas entering various cafes or steakhouses.

  If you don't come back, I'll have no choice but to go eat at a roadside stall.

  Her hair was wetted by rain like cow hair, under boredom, she started tapping Morse code.

  That's right, Morse code, and it's very professional Morse code.

  This is her and An's little secret.

  When everyone was still playing games on the Little Emperor console, she would often sneak in a game of Super Mario when her father wasn't home. As soon as she heard him knock on the door, she'd quickly sweep the controller and keyboard under the couch cushion, then sit quietly at her desk, pretending to be studying.

  Alright, she's just a good-for-nothing who doesn't read proper books.

  An He's parents were stricter, they didn't even allow TV at home, let alone a game console, so he could only sneak around behind his parents' backs to come and play with her.

  At that time, mobile phones were not yet popular, and making phone calls was feared to be answered by parents. Coincidentally, she was reading the history of World War II at that time and was fascinated by the Nationalist Government's Intelligence Bureau, so she and An agreed to use Morse code to tap on the wall to communicate.

  Anyway, the two families are next-door neighbors in a unit building, and the study rooms of the two kids are just separated by a wall, making it really convenient to play pranks like sending secret messages.

  It was during homework time that knocks would suddenly come from the wall, short and long, the first letter of each word in elementary school pinyin, put together to form simple conversations.

  For example, An He slowly types: nbzl - Has your dad left?

  Vichy will say very queenly: zl pā pā k y s g l w l——gone, can come back to play.

  As for this child's play, why did Ludwig practice such a professional technique?

  It's too simple, because grandpa and grandma are in the intelligence business, so I've been influenced by them since I was young, and the learning atmosphere is not that good.

  Telegrams seem like a trivial matter, but they are actually extremely ruthless. If the timing is not grasped well, an extra space or one less will change the meaning of the telegram.

  Vichy's grandmother died because of a telegram mistake. Vichy's grandfather often clenched his fists and sighed, thinking that if they hadn't misheard the time back then, Vichy's grandmother wouldn't have gone to Xuji Baozi at that moment to buy meat buns for him, and she wouldn't have been hit in the crossfire while buying those two ill-fated buns.

  Grandma Vo Thi Mo died four hours after being shot, due to excessive blood loss, and stopped breathing. There was no anesthesia from the time of the shooting to the subsequent rescue process.

  So, telegraph operators during wartime had a very difficult time, they were using other people's lives to tap out their own codes.

  By the way, Xu's Baozi shop is still open, and the fat boss who makes buns was an undercover agent back then. After Madame Wei died, Xu didn't make meat buns anymore. He focused on making vegetable buns for decades, from plain cabbage buns to pickled cabbage buns, and later when there were no more buns to make, he started making spicy stir-fried vegetarian flatbread.

  Focused on making vegetable buns for twenty years, the ones I've made can encircle the earth three times if lined up hand in hand.

  What a pity, how can people not get along with meat buns?

  As he knocked, Vishy couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

  This nostalgic, most nostalgic time.

  Time has passed for so long, does grandpa still grow flowers? Has he gotten old? Does he still play Chinese chess with the barber at the crossroads?

  How's Du Anhe from the other side of the world? Are you 36 years old now too? Have you married a wife and had kids?

  Have you become a respectable father now?

  Things have changed, how have you been?

  At that time, the two had already agreed that she would wear a suit to be his best man, and An He would wear a dress to be her maid of honor... An He never resisted what she said, because resisting would have more severe consequences, such as wearing a dress and also having to wear stockings.

  Ahh, before leaving, she didn't get to see Duan An in a female attire, how frustrating!!

  Knocked three times and no one opened the door, it can only be said that there is no one inside. After confirming that there is no one inside, continuing to knock can only mean that the person knocking on the door is very boring.

  Ludwig knocked on the door now because he was too bored.

  As for knocking Morse code on an old lady's door, that was boredom at its finest. She didn't expect Mrs. Huddleston to have been a WWII Signal Corps telegrapher in her youth.

  Short long empty long short empty long short long long —— any

  Long short long short empty long long long empty long short ——

  The rhythm of life is alive

  Short short short long short space space short space short — here

  ……

  It's French, roughly translated, it means "asshole".

  Is anyone alive here?

  "Okay, Ludwig admits she's being boring... and tasteless, but she's toned it down, originally she was going to type 'Is there a faggot living in here?'"

  She listlessly finished tapping out the Morse code, then stubbornly waited a bit longer, deciding to go to the coffee shop next door for a cup of coffee if no one showed up in another ten minutes.

  She's so poor she can only afford coffee now.

  If possible, she would rather have a cup of hot tea, such as Maojian Iron Goddess or the Taiwanese Sunlink Creek in her bag which costs $1,500 per kilogram.

  In 2003, when e-commerce was still in its infancy globally, she had to specially meet a Taiwanese pen pal just to buy a box of High Mountain Oolong tea from Sun Link Sea, and had to befriend another pen pal from Suzhou just to get her hands on more authentic white tea.

  As a more advanced human being, you can't afford to be hurt by a backward era!

  Although the rain was fine, it had been raining for so long that her hair was almost completely soaked.

  She can't take a cold shower today because she's on her period...

  So don't wait any longer, go drink coffee decisively. I guess that legendary British good landlord - Mrs. Hudson, who has the same surname as the bitter female landlord in Sherlock, is now having tea with a certain BFF and has no time to open the door for her. Moreover, her archaeological fan uncle Mikala also forgot to give her Mrs. Hudson's phone number.

  Just as she was about to turn around and leave, the door behind her suddenly made a rapid succession of footsteps going downstairs. Before she could even turn around, the door that had remained shut for half an hour finally swung open with a loud "bang".

  On a drizzly day of unknown weekday.

  Ludwig met the gaze of a black-haired man in black clothes who opened the door, with his own hair dripping wet.

  A great moment~

  The wheels of fate for Mr. Sherlock Holmes began to move slowly in a direction that was fundamentally unstoppable from this moment on...

  Perfect!

  This was the first thought that sprang into Ludwig's mind at this historic moment.

  This is what a perfect man looks like! A man with a slightly long face who can still make people feel stunningly handsome is the perfect type!

  Even that slightly long face seems to add points to his masculine charm - Ahhh, this kind of life winner's appearance is really making me want to... fiercely kiss him! ~\\\\\\\\(≧▽≦)/~

  Sister can't even afford dinner now, and you look so pretty.

  The second word that popped into Ludwig's mind was aggressive.

  Ludwig was instantly on his guard - the man's gaze had been aggressively possessive, and even as he immediately tempered it with a charming smile that curled up the corners of his lips.

  It was as if he had stripped you bare from head to toe and dissected you inside out with a single glance.

  What's with this thick atmosphere? Don't think that just flashing a smile will make you seem friendly! I saw the X-ray and gamma ray-like gaze you gave me earlier!

  As expected, the species on Baker Street are quite ferocious!

  Is it still possible for her to continue studying at a university in France with Uncle Mikala?

  "I'm sorry I didn't hear the knock, this building has very good soundproofing." The man paused for a moment before speaking in a low, bass-like voice.

  If Ludwig had read Sherlock fanfics in his past life, he would now know that the fangirls on the internet often describe his voice as "low and beautiful like a cello".

  But she hadn't just never read Sherlock fanfics, she had tragically never even seen Sherlock, so when she heard this sentence, her reaction could only be

  Is the soundproofing effect too good? Then what's with the creaking stairs sound that has been echoing from the second floor to outside the door just now? Fucking hell, come and explain it to me!

  This is obviously the rhythm of unwillingness to open the door, right?!

  She slightly moved her fingers, okay, she couldn't hit him... She also couldn't win a fight against him, this man was at least 185 cm tall, and she even needed to look up to talk to him.

  She calmly ignored the man's opening remarks and looked up to ask: "Excuse me, Mrs. Hatteson..."

  "Romania or Yugoslavia?"

  Before she could answer, the black-haired man quickly leaned down and sniffed at her hair, his high nose touching her hair.

  "Tulip-shaped earrings paired with white carnations... a visible Romanian style."

  "It's obvious, so there's no need to say more... Sir, would you mind letting me through?"

  "In April they are having the tulip festival, your shoes are expensive, earrings are cheap stuff you can find anywhere in Romania - you lost your earrings and wallet in Romania and had to settle for roadside stalls. There are still grains of sand around your shoes, this color of sand is from the Black Sea coast in Romania."

  Ludwig: "Excuse me."

  Is this young man addicted to talking to himself?

  "Isn't it just like you, being the niece of that Floridian neighbor who owes Mrs. Hodgson a favor?"

  ......sigh......

  If she weren't absolutely certain this wasn't Sherlock Holmes, she would have thought it was Sherlock Holmes.

  As for why you asked her how she was so certain he wasn't?

  She can only tell you that because the man in front of her is too handsome, even in the 19th century, she would have directly passed him by at first sight.

  What's more, this was in 2003, the original story had already ended, and the BL version hadn't started yet. Are you going to have Sherlock Holmes jump out of a stone or something?

  Although she had never watched Sherlock, in her ancient memory, there were still fragments of the original work.

  What did Conan Doyle say when describing Holmes' appearance?

  "He was six feet tall, with an unusually lean build, making him appear even more lanky; his sharp eagle-like nose made his appearance seem even more alert and decisive; his jaw was square and protruding, indicating that he was a very resolute person. Often holding a pipe and cane, he liked to dramatize situations, and when going out, he often wore a black top hat."

  Ludwig thinks that no matter how absurd the plot is, in order to maintain the original style, some classic things will not change. Even if it's now the 19th century without canes and top hats, the screenwriter will at least leave a pipe for the audience to distinguish.

  Moreover, what was written in the original work is that he looked like a person with a peculiar appearance. Just like in Chinese history, it's said that Qin Shi Huang had a chicken chest...

  But the man in front of her, tall and thin, white shirt, black windbreaker, black hair, and gray eyes as clear as a gemstone, were all correct.

  Uh, how come the more I talk about this guy, the more he sounds like Sherlock Holmes?

  No way, this guy can't be Sherlock Holmes! We must firmly believe that the plot king started after 2010!

  In peaceful 2003, the physical body of Sherlock Holmes had not yet moved into Baker Street.

  And what's more, the face of the man in front of me is really a big thumbs up! This kind of physique and facial features that can be directly put on a fashion magazine as a model are absolutely impossible to be Sherlock Holmes written by Conan Doyle! Where is his jaw "square and protruding"?!

  How could Sir Conan Doyle have had such a ridiculous setting of "Holmes is a natural curl"!

  So this guy is definitely not Holmes!

  This guy is at most an English-speaking reasoning enthusiast!