Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

In the morning, Ursula was woken up by the sound of clicking, and she changed her clothes and followed the sound to find the balcony, and found that a man dressed as a gardener was trimming the overgrown ivy under the supervision of her father.

"Repair all the places where you can climb to the second floor."

"Okay, sir. But this way the house will not look good. What a pity. Such an artistic shape that grows naturally and can be climbed is rare."

"It's okay." Professor Watson was unmoved, and still very "cruelly" let Ivy, who was lying innocently lying on the gun, cut her hair short.

Ursula shrank back silently. She felt that this kind of thing is actually no different from the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. The wisest thing for her to do is to wait and see what happens, and she must not show that she is biased towards one side and expand the flames of war.

Besides, Eric seems to be very honest now, but in fact he is not wronged at all. He has a fairy nature inherited from his mother, and he is still looking for opportunities to pull her into that world all the time.

Thinking of this, Ursula touched the necklace around her neck. It was still pure gold, which meant that she still hadn't reached a legal engagement with others.

This is not normal, because she and dear little Mr. Holmes have indeed had a bond in this world, at least the golden necklace should fade a little bit.

She stretched out her hand to feel the same four-element system in the air as in London, but a completely different trajectory. There was a feeling of shortness of breath when a northerner suddenly came to the south.

Especially when she just noticed that there was a Peridecion tree planted in her yard, this feeling of uneasiness reached its peak.

It swaggered and made its home next to the ivy under the shell of the common ash tree, but the arrival of those white guests-doves still revealed its essence.

"How about it, do you think your mother is so smart?" Mrs. Watson passed by, saw her daughter staring at the tree behind the window and said with a smile: "With it, you won't be afraid of snakes crawling into the house."

"Yes, you are too wise!" Ursula applauded and praised face-to-face, and then asked: "Where did you get this thing?"

"The market." Mrs. Watson replied: "Go to the market here on the day of the full moon, and you can buy many useful things."

Hearing the two sensitive words of bazaar and full moon, Ursula hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry, I know. The housekeeper who is a local took us to buy it. She is a wonderful girl, very caring and capable. If she hadn't told us, foreigners like us who deal with antiquities must be on guard." We can't live here safely for more than a month." Mrs. Watson understands what her daughter is worried about, and a person with a child with a strong magical talent will naturally not be weak in inspiration.

Under normal circumstances, she would not be able to see the existence of those otherworldly things without special means, but she could hear and feel those unusual movements.

"As soon as I arrived here, I regretted not dragging you up together. At least I have fighting power."

"No way. Normally, shouldn't you be glad that your child didn't end up in such a strange environment?" Ursula complained.

"Our family is not considered a normal family." Mrs. Watson said confidently: "Your father, who is extremely slow on the magic side, has already discovered the problem, so he has not fully participated in the so-called archaeological excavation activities so far. Some deciphering and restoration work, and in the past two days, I have turned to collect folk stories in the village. This was supposed to be done by me, but your father was worried and didn't let me go."

"What happened to you?" Ursula looked at her mother worriedly after hearing this, "If you encounter such a situation, you should call me directly."

"Don't worry, we didn't encounter anything strange, because the housekeeper is reliable enough, our house doesn't even have bugs, it's just that a colleague from the same archaeological team encountered it."

"Mr. Holmes should be here for this too." Mrs. Watson said, stroking her daughter's head.

"what?"

"I didn't expect Holmes' client to work with you." Dr. Watson said with emotion. "It's really like a novel, archaeologists, Egypt, the serpent of the pharaoh."

Four Watsons and two Sherlock Holmes are now in this small white building in Egypt, enjoying breakfast and coffee while sharing information.

Mr. Holmes took a very "Egyptian" case. The client always found a nest of Egyptian cobras under his bed every morning. The second day was full of reptiles with fangs.

Fortunately, he has not been bitten so far, and he is not the only one who has encountered this situation, there are two people in the same archaeological team as well.His colleagues thought it was a curse, but he felt that someone was playing tricks, so he managed to contact the big detective in the UK, hoping that the other party would come to investigate.

"He pays a lot, and the case is very interesting." Mr. Holmes laughed while holding his coffee.

For this reason, Ham, the local housekeeper who was praised in the morning, was forced by the hostess to stay for a cup of coffee after delivering breakfast, so as to provide some clues for the case.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Green would talk about science so much, and he chose to find Mr. Holmes to investigate." Professor Watson said with a smile: "Instead of hiring a local wizard like a colleague who encountered the same thing as him."

"Is it useful?" asked Mr. Holmes with interest. "Are those two out of trouble?"

"As far as I know, no." Professor Watson shook his head and said, "In fact, Hamm should be more aware of the follow-up of this incident. She is very familiar with the local mysterious culture and has helped us a lot in our work."

The housekeeper whose name was called immediately put down her glass and sat up straight. She was a middle-aged woman with black hair and wheat-colored skin.Diligent, not many words, can speak fluent English with a strange accent.

Regarding the accent, when she introduced herself to Ursula before breakfast, she explained that the reason why she has this kind of accent is neither local nor authentic, nor is it the accent of any country or region in the world. Because she learned English from a seagull.

Ursula wanted to laugh when she first heard this statement, because she thought it was as magical as the natives of Easter Island believed that their ancestors were whales.

But in the next second, she suddenly remembered the magical tree outside the door that even the elves couldn't easily get their hands on, and she felt that the amiable Ms. Ham might be telling the truth.

Thinking back to this, Ursula glanced at Eric, who was in a bad state of mind. He wondered if he was hit yesterday. He was a little listless this morning, and he was not sensitive to Ursula's eyes anymore.

Ursula stared at him for a while, but he still didn't notice, but turned in the direction of Mr. Holmes and listened attentively to the case.

"First let you know that I am a believer of the goddess Bessette. With her protection, I can easily identify whether those wizards are really powerful." Hamm said softly.

"You mean that the so-called wizards that other people find are all fake, so they are useless at all." Mr. Holmes touched his chin and looked at the lady with some novelty: "Then you think these disasters come from magic, from gods ?"

"I don't know." Hamm said: "Because there are indeed unexplainable things. Although the snakes here do occasionally like to visit human homes, such continuous and large-scale actions are indeed rare."

"You said it was rare?" Mr. Holmes asked curiously, "That means there have been similar things before."

"Yes, sir. But that's because the family had too many chickens and it happened to be the dry season."

"I see." Mr. Holmes said thoughtfully, "It also happens to be the dry season. I heard that snakes often come into the house during this season."

"Yes, sir."

"What do you think, Watson?"

"There is too little information, and I'm not an expert on snakes, so I really have no clue." Dr. Watson spread his hands.

"Professor Watson, what do you think as a colleague? The three gentlemen who are plagued by snakes, including my client, are they different from you who are safe and sound?"

"If you ask that way." Professor Watson pondered, "They are more 'careless', I mean in terms of handling cultural relics. Many valuable things were destroyed during the excavation process. Of course, this is just my opinion. They may think that Those things are just cheap mass goods."

He spread his hands: "After all, painters throughout Europe can buy mummy browns on the market, so what if you crush some clay tablets and pieces that can't be used as paint?"

"However, they should also know what they have destroyed, otherwise they wouldn't think about curses."

"And you, Eric." Mr. Holmes turned to his nephew in thought after listening to Professor Watson's thoughts.

"I think it may be a curse." Eric said: "But this curse does not come from the pyramids, but from people. The world always likes to exaggerate the curse from the dead or ancient times, but in fact the hatred of the living is the most terrible. "

As soon as I said this, the doorbell rang.

"I have a bad feeling," Ursula said at the rapid, utterly rattling sound of the doorbell.

After a while, a gray-haired middle-aged gentleman rushed into their restaurant: "Is Mr. Holmes there? He said he would be there yesterday!" He shouted excitedly.

"I am, hello, Professor Green." Mr. Holmes took a quick look at his client who arrived half a day earlier than the appointed time, and stood up to greet him.

"Ah! You must save my daughter!" Professor Green pressed Mr. Holmes' shoulder with trembling hands.

"What happened to her, was she bitten by a snake?"

"No, it's worse than this." Professor Green gritted his teeth: "She was chosen as a living sacrifice, just tonight."