Yokohama Notes of a Miss Wizard

"It's the beginning of the year." Alvira obediently answered every question.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the crystal clear emerald on the ring, as if she could see the man's eyes through it.

Ranbu must be lying on the table in a daze now.

He spent every afternoon without a case like this.

Sir Doyle refilled her black tea, and put the same amount of cube sugar and milk as she had done before.

Pushing the prepared milk tea back in front of her, he smiled kindly and said, "Thinking of him?"

"Well, after all, it's the first time we've been separated from him for so long." Miss Witch took the teacup, held it in both hands, and looked out the window, "I'm not used to it."

"Then why didn't you bring him with you?" Sir Doyle took out a tissue and wiped off the tea he had just spilled.

Alvira rested her chin, feeling a little lost, and said, "[Book] and the president both told me to handle it alone. The president also said that I depended too much on him, so it's not good."

"But with your help, I can definitely finish it soon and bring him back to Yokohama!"

After a moment of silence, Sir Doyle put the silver spoon in his hand on the side of the saucer.

He glanced at the clock and stood up, "It's time, let's eat first."

Miss Hudson, the housekeeper, brought apple pie and goulash, and besides that she made chips, sausage and mash and dessert.

Miss Hudson, as Sir Doyle said, was an excellent cook.

The sweet and sour apple pie and the sweet and soft potato goulash are both top-notch craftsmanship.

The after-dinner desserts are not much better than Michelin three-star craftsmanship.

Happily eating the last bite of creme brulee, Miss Witch narrowed her eyes and held a spoon in her mouth, smiling like a cat with satisfaction.

"Are you full?" Sir Doyle put down his teacup and asked with concern.

Alvira put away the spoon, nodded, "Well, thank you for the hospitality."

As she spoke, she looked at Miss Hudson who was packing the tableware, and smiled sweetly.

"Miss Hudson's craftsmanship is really good!"

Miss Hudson also frowned, and returned a gentle smile, "Miss, you joked, this is just a very common home-cooked dish."

"It's not easy to make home-cooked food so delicious."

Half-closed her eyes, Miss Hudson couldn't help smiling, covered her mouth and said: "You are indeed a very cute child. Please wait a moment, I will take these to the kitchen and take you to have a look. bedroom."

After finishing speaking, she nodded to Sir Doyle, took away all the tableware, and led Alvira up to the second floor.

Miss Hudson turned the handle and opened the door of this bedroom.

The decoration in the bedroom is so exquisite that it can be seen at a glance that it will never be ready in a short while.

She spread a hand towards the room, and said politely: "Miss, please come in."

After Alvira walked into the bedroom with a face full of shock, she explained slowly.

"This is the bedroom that Sir Doyle prepared for you more than two years ago. I don't know if you will like it. If you don't like this one, there is another style that can be replaced."

This bedroom adopts pure Rococo style as a whole, delicate and euphemistic, complicated but not chaotic.

In addition to the ceiling being painted in the shape of the sky, abstract and asymmetrical leaf shapes and shell shapes can be seen everywhere, from carpets to walls covered with floral patterns.

Gorgeous and exquisite reliefs and light pink curtains decorated with gold threads are all based on delicate and soft flowers and plants.

The bedside is decorated with lace and ribbons, showing its softness and laziness amidst the gorgeousness beyond words.

No girl can refuse this classic romance.

For this one bedroom alone, the manpower and material resources required are not insignificant.

Alvira looked blankly at the two people standing at the door.

Sir Doyle also came to the door at some point, and looked at her with a smile, "Do you like it?"

"This,"

Miss Witch suddenly became hoarse, as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed into her throat, making her unable to speak a word.

She blinked, rubbed her slightly hot eye sockets, and held back the tears that came from nowhere.

"I like it very much, thank you very much!"

She covered her face and bowed deeply, all the words were stuffed into her hands.

The hair was rubbed, and Sir Doyle's voice sounded from above, "As long as you like it, treat it as your own home. Miss Hudson will come to wake you up tomorrow morning, don't worry about oversleeping."

While responding, Alvira was thinking.

She felt that she understood what the difference between Sir Doyle and the President was.

And she can probably have the courage to ask why she has such treatment.

"I have never raised children, only the works and [books] I have handled can barely be regarded as my achievements."

Sir Doyle pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed, pulled out a tissue and handed it to her.

"I've had the pleasure of meeting Sherlock Holmes, a spin-off from the Sherlock Holmes books. He's definitely not a baby to look after."

"But you are."

"As long as you are willing, you will always be my child."

"So... can you call me Dad?"

"But [book] is not just you..." Alvira was at a loss.

Sir Doyle chuckled, brushing over her head, "[Book] is indeed not my child, but you are."

"After you fully understand your own existence, you will know why I said that."

The middle-aged man patted her on the head, and said in relief, "It doesn't matter if you can't shout out, but at least, call me Arthur? Sir Doyle is really a bit reserved, don't you think?"

Miss Witch stared at him blankly, and found in his golden-brown eyes the firm but gentle encouragement and the expectation that was hidden no matter how well it was hidden.

"Arthur... Dad."

She timidly called out his name first, and then added the words he was most looking forward to in a low voice under his surprised and kind eyes.

Sir Doyle held her in his arms relying on his height being much higher than Alvira's.

At this moment, there were two knocks on the door suddenly.

A pale young man with blue hair stood at the door.

He was wearing a well-knit suit, combed his hair back just like Sir Doyle, and looked at them coldly.

"I'm sorry to spoil the scene of your loving father and daughter." He said so, but there was no movement on his face, "I have finished investigating the supernatural being sent to the Clock Tower by Scotland Yard. It is indeed The product of [book]."

The young man took a few steps in the direction of the two, looked Alvira up and down, suddenly smiled, and stretched out his hand to her.

"interesting."

"I'm Sherlock Holmes, and according to Arthur's relationship, I'm your brother."

"As for the relationship on the other side, I don't have any more suitable words to describe it. Although I know this clearly, I can't tell you the answer. About your truth, you still have to find it yourself."

Alvira pursed her lips, stretched out her right hand, and shook hands with him.

From him, she could perceive an aura similar to that of Edogawa Ranpo.

It is a sharp temperament that can break through all fog, or a quality shared by detectives.

"I'm Alvira..."

"Sherlock!" A panting brown-haired youth ran to the door, held the door frame for a few breaths, and inadvertently interrupted her.

When he raised his head and saw several people in the room, he could only smile awkwardly.

"Sir Doyle, I'm sorry to bother you." The brown-haired youth stood up and saluted.

Sir Doyle waved his hand, "It's okay, John. It's normal that you can't catch up with Sherlock when he becomes a spiritual son."

Immediately, the middle-aged man stood up, pointed at him, and introduced to Alvira: "His name is John Watson, and he is a military doctor attached to the bell tower attendants. Now, as my adjutant, he is observing the heroic spirit [Sherlock Holmes] Work. He will take you to see the kid tomorrow morning."

Watson saluted again: "Yes, Sir Doyle."

"It should be time for rest now, Sherlock and John, you go to the study first." Sir Doyle glanced at the wall clock in the room, and arranged everyone's place, "Al, you can rest at ease, everything will be resolved smoothly. "

Alvira clutched the corner of her clothes and nodded in bewilderment.

It wasn't until several big men walked out of the door that she breathed a sigh of relief.All this happened so suddenly that she couldn't stand it.

Miss Witch relaxed a lot after taking a hot bath.She lay on the bed, took out her mobile phone and contacted Edogawa Ranpo, and after chatting for a long time, she reluctantly hung up the phone and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, after being woken up by Miss Hudson, Alvira found a long floral dress in the closet.After breakfast, she followed Watson to the place where the clock tower held superhuman criminals.

Facing the young man sitting in the cell with his head bowed, Watson raised his hand to unlock the cell door, "Miss Al, you wait here for a while. I'll go and bring him here."

"No, no need." Alvira met the gray eyes of the man in the prison, and smiled slightly, "I'll go in and look for him."

Watson didn't say anything else. After opening the cell door, he stood at the door and told her, "I'll wait for you here. If he makes any move, I will be there at any time."

Stepping into the cage, Alvira stood at the door, looking at the young man who looked like a chimera with half white hair and half lavender hair.

She didn't get any closer, but smiled gently, nodded to him, and introduced herself, "My name is Alvira, what's your name?"

After a long silence, the young man slowly opened his mouth.

"...Sigma."

After a pause, he finally walked towards Alvira.

Sigma pursed his lips and held out his hand to her.

"Shake my hand, please," he begged.

The slender palm gently grasped his outstretched hand with the scars that had not faded away.

Aside from the swarming [other party's intentions], Sigma heard her answer.

"If this reassures you, of course you can."

"So is this your ability? You can get the other party's information through touch?" Alvira asked curiously like a baby.

Hearing this, Sigma looked at her in surprise, "You...you didn't get the information about my abilities?"

"No." Miss Witch shook her head, then asked, "So what is your ability?"

After struggling for a moment, the young man still pursed his lips and said softly: "It is through touch that we can exchange [the information the other party wants to know most from me] and [the information I most want to know from the other party]."

"But you must have information you want from me, why didn't you get it?"

"Ah, I probably know the answer to that question."

Alvira crossed her fingers and held them in front of her body, "Do you already know who I am?"

"Then, you should be able to guess who you are."

Seeing Sigma nodded in confusion, she tilted her head slightly and laughed.

"As your only 'relative' in this world."

"The information I want to know most from you is—are you willing to go home with me?"

That was the cleanest smile Sigma had ever seen since he was born.

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Mr. Tuo came quietly according to my plan!Did not grab my keyboard! ! !

Baby Sigma is coming home! ! !

Also, you can guess how many people will be there when you finally go back to Yokohama hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Detective agency + Ranpo both seem a little dangerous hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The image of Sherlock Holmes here is from FGO, and Watson is a human being.

And the Rococo-style architecture can be searched if you are interested. It is really beautiful, and it looks expensive... But it is really beautiful and small and fresh, and it feels like a fairy tale (it has an idyllic atmosphere, I I think it's all good.

I suspect that some babies came back from the exam and found that Al and Ranpo not only did everything they could do, but also got engaged, and then the parents of the girl came to reason with the parents of the boy (why)

Thinking about it this way, the speed of my relationship line seems to be really fast... But we have been talking for two years, and we are all adults!

感谢在2020-12-1515:37:53~2020-12-1611:37:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 toffees; 1 kindergarten principal;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Xiaoguai, the principal of the kindergarten; 2 bottles of Sitoshi and lemon tea;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!