Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Due to the development of color digital imaging technology, later generations actually have a more stereotyped and fixed impression of a city than they do now.In the description that breaks away from pure literature, people have different divergent imaginations of unknown things in their minds, and the highlights and repetitions of key landscapes in videos and pictures make Egypt either sandy yellow or golden in the hearts of tourists who have not actually stepped into it. The former comes from the elegant shell of the pyramids, and the latter comes from the gold in archaeological digs.

Ursula was not immune either. When talking about the Nile River, the first thing that came to her mind was a Yellow River that passed through the high slope area of ​​the loess.The same mother river, the same flood period, and the same sand color as the main color.

So when she saw the wide blue river outside Cairo that looked extremely clear, she almost thought it was in the nearby Red Sea.

"This is the Nile River, the Nile River of Ramses, and the Nile River of Cleopatra." Edward Opal introduced them enthusiastically.

"Here! This is the birthplace of the magical stone monument and golden mask that we can see when we stroll to Russell Square in London on weekdays and enter the palace where world culture gathers."

Ursula, sitting in the back row, snorted softly.

Ha, that's right, the wonderful British Museum, the magnificent British Museum, the British Museum, which is called research and protection, and then removes all the Egyptian cultural relics from its homeland.

Moreover, its operation will also pull out the Egyptian gods in later generations to carry out joint branding of various commodities. God knows that she saw the image of Anubis who sealed the tomb and guided the dead into various commodities by them, and then spread them freely Selling them online, people are encouraged to place them in the shock of the room.

Hundreds of years have not taught them awe of death and culture.

This is a splendid but sinful era of Egyptian archaeological culture, because even if there are a few real scholars shining with academic brilliance, they cannot obliterate this era. Most of the excavation teams from Europe to Egypt are archaeologists. As a tomb robber, a bastard who would crush a mummy during the archaeological process.

Of course Eric heard the obviously mocking snort from his Miss Witch, but out of his understanding of her character, he wisely didn't ask any more questions.

He chose to interrupt Mr. Opal's eloquent description and praise of the Egyptian cultural relics in the British Museum, and changed to an eternal and safe topic in the social process-weather.

"Ah, I forgot to ask you, Opal. What's the weather like in Cairo, I don't know if the clothes we brought are suitable here."

"What did you bring?" Mr. Opal was immediately distracted.

"The ones you normally wear on holidays," said young Holmes.

"It's enough." Mr. Opal said, "The temperature difference between day and night here is still quite large. It's so hot during the day that you only want to wear a single shirt, but at night you have to add a coat."

"But let me tell you..." Mr. Opal sighed: "These are not the main things. Has Miss Watson brought enough dresses?"

"I only brought a few pieces." Ursula looked curiously at the helpless expression on this old friend's face: "Would you like to dance every day here?"

"It's not about this, it's about those weird guys who don't know what they're here for... um... how should I put it? Strange insistence on going abroad, ostentation?"

"You mean showing off your decency to the locals." Ursula smiled as she leaned on the back seat. "I know that. My mother asked me to bring a whole set of china to avoid harassment."

"Huh? What harassment." Mr. Opal said in surprise.

"It's those weird insistences you mentioned, because a friend she knew here made a fuss every day about how they can use local tableware, which is too disrespectful. Even though she has made it clear that the other party does not need to come to her for a drink Afternoon tea, but probably because her snacks are so delicious, the other party still reports every day."

Ursula smiled: "Maybe this is the decency of the upper class in the so-called civilized country."

"..."

Eric felt that he should use health as the opening topic in the future. According to this chat experience, the weather as a starting point for chatting is obviously...not so safe.

So, unlike the scene where the driver in the adult group had a happy conversation with Mr. Holmes all the way, Ursula's car was very quiet, without the vitality of young people.

Mr. Opal drove the car very seriously in this strange atmosphere, and arrived at his destination - in front of a small building painted white in Cairo.

A black-haired lady with refined temperament stood in front of the door, waving to them enthusiastically. Eric could tell at a glance that she and Ursula looked very similar, especially the shape of the eyes and forehead.

After the courtesy greeting in front of the door, Mrs. Watson obviously lingered on the two Holmes for a while, and then smiled very brightly: "Welcome to Egypt! Please come in, hard work Yes. Lunch, tea, and rooms are all ready."

"Excuse me, where is Professor Watson?" After entering the restaurant, they still did not see the father of the host, Ursula, Eric glanced at his uncle and Dr. Ursula, who was concerned about whether her father was at home and only focused on putting some sugar in her coffee, could only ask herself.

"Unfortunately, he was called to a village a few miles away yesterday to record some discoveries, and he can only come back tonight." Mrs. Watson smiled, and then took the initiative to dig a large spoonful of macaroni and put it on his already full plate Inside: "Don't worry, kid. I can see you in the evening. Come, eat more at noon, and make sure you are full."

"...Thank you?" The young detective always felt that the tone of the gentle Mrs. Watson seemed to have other meanings.

Especially when he noticed that Sherlock and Ursula suddenly smiled at him at the same time, which made him feel bad.

After lunch, the young detective made mental preparations, but Professor Watson did not appear until the end of dinner.

"Why don't you go to rest."

Ursula leaned on the balcony railing of her room on the second floor, looking at little Sherlock Holmes, who was like a door god, sitting on the large porch with only a small kerosene lamp lit.

At this time, not only Dr. Watson and Mr. Holmes, but even Mrs. Watson decided to go to rest without waiting for her husband.

"I'm waiting for Professor Watson to come back." Little Holmes said, looking up at Ursula, who was standing in a soft orange halo from the room behind him.

"If you lose a lifetime of happiness by coveting a few hours of restless sleep, that's a big loss," he jokes.

At these words, Ursula straightened up with folded arms and raised her eyebrows.

The outer wall of this small building was covered with ivy that they had just greeted at sea, but it was the ordinary kind, lush green, and it looked extraordinarily refreshing when matched with the white wall under the hot sun.

But at night, under the dim light of warm kerosene lamps, it looks more like a theatrical set.

The young detective raised his head and looked at Miss Witch who was standing alone on the balcony for a while, and smiled. He resolutely leaned on the ivy on the outer wall, and climbed up to the balcony very lightly. He did not land, but sat on the On the railing, he began to recite the lines of the drama with great emotion.

"With Cupid's wings, I easily climbed over the wall,

Don't try to keep love out of the boundary, if love dares to dream, love dares to break through;

I am not afraid of the people in your family, what will happen to me! "

"Did you define tragedy for yourself so quickly? Mr. Romeo." Ursula smiled and bent over. Eric's operation completely copied Romeo's behavior on the stage turning over Juliet's balcony.

"No way, the scenes are too similar." Eric shrugged: "The father-in-law who doesn't know his attitude, and the sweetheart standing on the balcony."

"Need me to say goodnight a thousand times like Juliet?" Ursula laughed.

"No, I think we can fast-forward to the part where we elope and get married." Eric suggested very sincerely.

"Elope? With whom?"

A mature male voice sounded.

Little Holmes turned his head and looked downstairs in astonishment, only to see a gentleman with facial features absolutely related to Ursula standing downstairs, looking up at them.

"Why didn't I notice your father's return?" He helplessly turned to look at the innocent lady witch.

"The effect of some trivial props." Ursula smiled.

"..." The young Mr. Detective covered his face, and then flipped down the ivy vine. In fact, as an elf with extremely high physical fitness, he could jump directly from the second floor, and then safely and silently landing.

However, his intuition told him that it was definitely not a good time to show off his skills to Professor Watson.

Therefore, he chose to borrow some strength from the vine, and then straightened his clothes before solemnly bowing to Professor Watson who was silently watching his actions.

"Hi, first time meeting, I'm Eric Holmes."

"Hello, little Mr. Holmes. I've heard you famous for a long time." Professor Watson suddenly smiled, and his tone was very friendly and lively: "What were you talking about with Ursula just now? I seem to have heard the word elopement?"

"We're talking about Shakespeare," Eric said honestly.

"Ah, Shakespeare. Is Romeo and Juliet right?" Professor Watson sighed, "I didn't expect that young people still like to read it. I thought it was outdated."

"It's a bit dated," Ursula interjected, nodding in agreement from the balcony, "but some of the romances are corny, but they're very practical."

"Like eloping?" The old father, who hadn't seen his daughter for a long time, raised his head and stared at his daughter.

"I mean climbing the balcony." Ursula blinked. "Elopement is not romantic in my case, it is a tragic and helpless move."

"Come in quickly, why are you back so late?" Mrs. Watson yawned and came out of the room behind Ursula.

"There was a small breakdown in the car on the road, and it was delayed." Professor Watson quickly explained when he saw his wife coming out: "Next time you rest on time, you don't have to stay up late waiting for me."

"Let's talk about it next time." Mrs. Watson shook her hand: "Eric, you should also hurry up and take a rest, and I will take you out to play tomorrow."

"Okay, ma'am." Little Holmes quickly agreed. He went to open the gate first, and wanted to ask Professor Watson to come in first, but after a while, the other party didn't come up the steps of the gate.

He turned around suspiciously and found Professor Watson standing in front of the ivy, thinking about something.

"professor?"

"Go ahead." The other party said.

Then, he saw Professor Watson, who looked like a very orthodox gentleman, climbed up the ivy he had just climbed, and then climbed up very steadily, and landed on the ground of the balcony on the second floor.

"Good night, little Mr. Holmes has a good dream." Standing in front of his wife and daughter, Professor Watson leaned over to greet the young people downstairs.

Then he began to urge the two ladies to get into the room quickly, not to stand on the balcony and catch a cold.

Just when Eric thought that the other party was going to follow, Mr. Professor took another step back: "Ah, I almost forgot, Mr. Holmes, remember to lock the door."

"After all... I don't think it's particularly safe tonight." He smiled. "Also, I need to ask the gardener to come over tomorrow to tidy up these overgrown plants."

After Professor Watson dropped these words, he strode away from the balcony, and then... locked the door leading to the balcony with a click.