[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

Back in the present, the door with the painted number 211b opened shortly after Francis knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was an old lady with short curly hair, dressed in decent clothes in line with the housing prices of this street, and looked very capable.She smiled and greeted kindly, "Excuse me."

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson." Francis seemed to have found out everything. "I'm Francis DeMartin, who called to make an appointment with Detective Sherlock Holmes, and my master and I arrived as scheduled."

"Oh, please come in." This Mrs. Hudson probably has a close relationship with that Sherlock Holmes detective, and she is also very clear about his work arrangements.

After Francis got permission, he took a step back and looked sideways at his current master, Mrs. Doyle.He stretched out his hand, and Mrs. Doyle put the male doll she was holding in her hand, and then walked to the door.

Mrs. Hudson, who was about to turn around, saw the young woman behind him. She recognized the typical upper-class attributes of her with her old-fashioned eyes. She turned on the switch on the stairs and said politely, "The stairs are a bit narrow, please." careful."

"Thank you, ma'am." Mrs. Doyle nodded in gratitude, then lifted her skirt and followed Mrs. Hudson up the stairs slowly.

Today she was wearing a black dress, a simple little gauze hat, and a black gauze skirt underneath. The black pearls on the skirt refracted silver-gray light as she walked.

Mrs. Hudson shouted into the house, "Sherlock, the guest is here." Then she went to the kitchen to prepare tea for the guest.After all, her lodger, Sherlock, has never known hospitality.

Mrs. Doyle was greeted by a short brown-haired man sitting in the living room.The other party looked at her age in her thirties, and smiled a little cautiously at her.He introduced himself as John Watson, the assistant to detective Sherlock Holmes.

"This is Mrs. Doyle." Francis helped to introduce, "I am Francis, Mrs. Doyle's housekeeper and assistant."

Not long after, when Mrs. Hudson brought the tea, the Sherlock Holmes detective also walked into the living room.It can be seen that the shirt and suit jacket on his body are just changed.

"Mr. Holmes, I'm here to ask you for help to find one of my lost items." Mrs. Doyle introduced. "And the problem is, I don't know when it was lost or how. I just heard from my detective friends that there seems to be traces of it here."

Watson, who was sitting on a chair beside him, stopped flipping through the documents.

I don't know what kind of clue this is

Mrs. Doyle went on to introduce, "It should be a jug that is not very big, and the weight it contains is about the amount of one person. Please forgive me. It was a long time ago, and I don't remember clearly."

"Maybe it's an ordinary earthen jar, maybe it's something else." Mrs. Doyle's eyes looked towards the nothingness.

"The only thing I remember is that the water in the jar looked like a rainbow of colors."

Watson put down his pen completely.He turned to look at Holmes who was sitting on the sofa beside him.

Holmes propped his chin on his hands, and looked back and forth between Mrs. Doyle and Francis behind her, without saying a word.

"Sherlock" Watson couldn't help reminding.

But Holmes ignored it, and looked at the ceramic doll again.

"Mrs. Doyle." When he said "Mrs. Doyle", Watson was not used to it, probably because he couldn't adapt to the other party at such a young age, and he was already married.

"Can you have more information?" Watson just flipped through the stack of materials that Francis handed over. It was depicted by Mrs. Doyle, the jug in her memory.

There are simple stoneware, fine bone china, and gold vases decorated with jewelry.

He thought the other party was a designer.

"Tell me, you can't remember when you lost it," Watson asked.

"I don't pay attention to this kind of thing when I taste it. It was only when Francis checked it last time that he found it missing."

"So, Mr. Martin, can you have more effective clues?" Watson changed the subject of his question.

"Sorry, I did fail in this regard." Francis lowered his head slightly.

"In fact, how the jug was lost can no longer be a clue." Francis said, "We can only confirm that it was wandering outside and changed hands several times. It should now be in the UK."

"Now, only the lady has ever touched the jug, but she has forgotten what it looks like."

"Excuse me, what's the point of this water jug?" Watson asked boldly.

Judging from what the other party said, the water in the jug will reflect the colors of the rainbow, which cannot be a feature at all.He took a transparent glass and poured pure water, wouldn't it also achieve the same effect?

"Could it be related to your husband's death?" Holmes, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said surprisingly.

"What?" Watson exclaimed.

Holmes turned his head and glanced at him. "Obviously, her husband is dead, so she is so rich and happy now. Oh, congratulations, ma'am." He said in a tone that could not hear congratulations at all.

Watson was about to habitually apologize for the older child, when Mrs. Doyle said, "No, he's just not in this world."

After speaking, she reached out and touched the porcelain doll sitting beside her lap.

"I'm sorry," said Watson at once.But when he saw Mrs. Doyle's loving action when she stroked the porcelain doll, which seemed to be an unusual attitude towards toys, he couldn't help but think of the social news he saw.

"Men are obsessed with virtual idols and want to marry them."

This Mrs Doyle, or actually Miss Doyle, is a fetishist

However, compared with Sherlock, this level of fetishism seems quite normal

Probably because his eyes were too focused, Holmes said again, "I advise you not to think of her. She won't be interested in your type." This was obviously directed at Watson, because he Last time, Watson's possible date was interrupted so neatly.

"But the housekeeper next to her is more likely. He probably likes a man with colored hair like you."

"Cough cough."

More than one person coughed in embarrassment, and then looked at Holmes himself who pushed the atmosphere of the living room in a strange direction, but he didn't know it.

"Why, am I not right?" Holmes raised his eyebrows.

"I guess I'm not gay," Francis began.There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, because Mrs. Doyle was looking at him with a look of surprise, "I didn't know you were gay".

"In the ten seconds just now, your eyes rested on his head three times." Holmes threw out the evidence he had just observed.

"I just have a friend who has a hair color similar to his," Francis explained.

"Oh, friend." Everyone could hear the "I understand".

"I have very few friends." Francis squeezed out a sentence, and said no more.

In fact, there seems to be only one so-called "friend".

Mrs. Doyle listened and decided to go back and ask Belle about the emotional life of their "kid".

Francis felt wronged.

He is an artificial intelligence, but it is programmed as a male.

How can artificial intelligence have gender? What kind of gay is he? He doesn't even have a love equation.

However, this is irrelevant topic.

The business now is not to find a "water tank"

As a result, everyone's focus turned back to Mrs. Doyle.

"Sorry, please ask Mr. Er." Watson tried to ask tactfully.

"He doesn't know." Mrs. Doyle deliberately misinterpreted his question. "By the way, Mr. Doyle is not dead."

"Then why are you wearing mourning clothes?" Holmes obviously disagreed.Judging from the traces he observed, the Mrs. Doyle in front of her should have just been divorced or experienced a new mourning, but her spirits are still in good spirits, indicating that she and her husband have a normal relationship.

"It's just fashion," explained Mrs. Doyle.Although she is wearing all black, this is the latest ready-to-wear series of D family, okay?

"You left a ring mark on your middle finger. The mark is very new, indicating that it was taken off recently. You have just ended a marriage." Holmes refused to admit defeat.

"Sherlock" Watson warned.But obviously, his warning, as always, could not stop the other party.

"The absence of the ring means that you are not attached to this marriage." Holmes looked at the puppet beside her again.

"Or conversely, you love him dearly, so you order one of these ceramic dolls to serve as his stand-in, dress him in matching clothes, and put that ring on."

The male doll next to Mrs. Doyle is wearing a black dress with the same theme, and the buttons on it are made of black pearls that match her skirt.

"You can say whatever you want." Mrs. Doyle just smiled and accepted his statement graciously.

"Sorry, this is Sherlock's habit." Watson sighed with his forehead supported.

"So, what is the function of that jug?" Holmes saw that the other party was deliberately concealing some information, which aroused his interest instead.

"Do you know?" Mrs. Doyle changed the subject and mentioned the reason for her visit here. "Originally, I planned to find it myself, so it might be more convenient."

Holmes straightened his back. "Someone has called you to come here and send me a message," he said firmly.

"This is a commission, and it's also a gauntlet I made for a friend." Mrs. Doyle smiled and said, "She is also a detective. After hearing about your deductive method, she is very interested and wants to ask you to take this challenge. "

"The content of the challenge is, can you find this jug without any clues."

"She wants me to tell you that detectives are not just hunting dogs after a case, but should be able to detect the clues before the crime occurs."

"If the challenge fails, then some things are irreversible. I'm afraid your brother will have a headache, Mr. Holmes."

"Excuse me, are you willing to accept?"