Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula looked away.

"Do you really think so? But I think she can run away, unless all of us are here to watch the night, and her over-indulgent mother is forbidden to approach her, lest she can't help telling her true purpose. "

"The real purpose?"

"You Sherlock Holmes always say that love affects judgment, and it's absolutely true in this scene." Ursula said: "An unhealthy, unequal false love can completely destroy a girl's sanity, just from this point of view I agree with the argument in the family magazines that overly young girls shouldn't be reading romance novels."

"Ok?"

"Don't look at me that way, I only agree with this in that ridiculous article, not including the author's follow-up recommendation list, those moral books are as stupid as love novels." Ursula folded her arms: "Since there are Fabre and Verne, that's a lot of fun to read, and it's better to read like those public school boys than to let lovely girls be deceived by romantic literature into thinking that there are idealized princes and knights in the world. book, soberly aware of the truth of the world."

"for example?"

"For example, what crawled out of the Nile might not be some river god or mermaid prince who came to send you in love, but a pervert who really wanted to kill you."

"That's right."

"Or, you thought the young gentleman you met on the train was your destiny, but in fact he was the villain who came here to catch you."

"Ursula." Eric watched helplessly as the girl began to connote him with private goods.

"Just kidding." Miss Witch blinked.

"Eric!" Dr. Watson came out and called him, "Holmes is looking for you."

"Ok."

"You come in too, don't stand outside in this heat." Dr. Watson said, looking at Ursula.

The scene in the room was different from what Ursula had imagined. She had expected to see an excited Miss Green, but she collapsed at this moment, hiding in her mother's arms and weeping.

"Just now we have figured out the culprit of the incident." Mr. Holmes said: "Then we need the help of young people."

"What do you mean?" Eric asked tentatively.

"I think that the man who deceived Miss Green must have done more than just her." Mr. Holmes tapped the arm of his chair.

"I want you to go to the other members of the scientific expedition team who brought their daughters to see what's going on. It's best for Ursula to go with her. Maybe she needs to talk to the little girl."

"What about you?" Eric asked with a glance at the Green family.

"I need to watch our client and see what happens at night."

"Do you not believe that all this is a curse?"

"If it's a curse, will Professor Green still be alive until I come? However, I will leave the matter of Miss Green to you." Mr. Holmes pointed out, "This should be your business."

Eric sighed and nodded.

"Okay." He turned to Ursula. "Can you go, Ursula?"

"I think it's okay." Ursula looked at her parents who turned to the crowd with a guilty conscience: "What do you think?"

"Come back for dinner?"

"Don't you want to eat?"

"Then you have to come back to sleep, you can't sleep out, go. Let's settle the lunch outside too." Mrs. Watson said with a smile while holding her husband's hand.

"Thank you, Mom!" Before her father could speak, she decisively tugged on Eric's sleeve and slipped away.

The two of them didn't intend to drive, so they ran to the streets of Cairo City.

"Do you know which is the daughter?" Ursula asked.

"Of course I don't know." Eric had a clear direction and kept walking, but his tone was casual: "Since tonight is the night of tears, I don't plan to visit every house."

"Then your plan is..." Ursula guessed what he meant, and she looked at the young Mr. Detective in disbelief: "Didn't you say that you would not cause trouble for yourself?"

"I still think so." Eric said. "That Adonis learned how to be a behind-the-scenes man. It gave me a lot of inspiration."

"As you saw just now, those pirates have landed on the Nile River. According to Hook, they probably came to chat with me."

"so?"

"It's not wrong for me to charge some reasonable compensation." Eric said: "Since you have obtained Bass' funds from Hooker, then I can exchange for something else, such as..."

"A complete half-mermaid." The young detective smiled slightly.

They took a carriage halfway and went straight to the banks of the Nile.

The driver is a local who can speak broken English: "Sir, oh, it's too dangerous for you to go to the river this season."

"Thank you for your concern, we won't get too close, just take a look from a distance."

"That, that's good." The coachman said, "Although the river has not flooded this year, it may take a moment to roll up. I suggest you get off at the area frequented by tourists, which is still lively. , there are also lunch sellers. You can see the river, but the terrain is high.”

"Then go there, but isn't it July now? Why hasn't the Nile risen?" Ursula asked. "Is it because of the drought?"

"Maybe? But I think it rains a lot this year, and the Nile is green enough (the water turns green before flooding), but it doesn't overflow for some reason."

Ursula thought for a while and asked Eric in French: "What's the point of doing this sacrifice? The locals have started to give their pharaoh Ramses as a companion to the river god," she said emphatically.

"Ordinary people in the family understand that noble pharaohs are worthy of gods, and gods don't care about gender in marrying wives. In this case, he doesn't dedicate himself, but what is he doing to harm girls."

"Picture you." Eric said: "Since he came to Egypt, it is impossible for him not to know that your parents are here. And with the big movement on the waterway just now, the news of my arrival in Egypt must have spread on the local magic side." all over."

"Thus, he must also know that you are here. Otherwise, why would the girl suddenly seek death today. And I have never believed that there are coincidences in the world."

Ursula was still thinking, but her hand was taken.

"How do you usually open the gate?" Eric asked suddenly.

"Find a safe place where no one will find out, and input magic power?"

"This is the way to be rich in magic power, then you sure don't know that ordinary people just need to find the entrance, such as a lake, drop or ocean, underground cave, ancient mound or tomb, the right place where the hot world gate is, and use sacrifices It can also open the door to another world."

"He certainly can't bear the legacy of the sun god in this whole country. In addition, the regional magic system is different. Even if he is the sun god, he wants to open Taranis (Kayle) in the area of ​​the god Ra (Egyptian mythology). The world of Mythology) is also very difficult. Besides, the medium he wants to use is the Nile River."

"He's too greedy," said Ursula. "What made him anxious to try it himself."

"People who step into the darkness, ah, I shouldn't say that, darkness is innocent and sweet, it shelters the sleep of all things. It should be said that people who step into the abyss of sin always have a gambler's mentality, thinking that if they succeed It's over." Eric said flatly: "After all, everything in Egypt revolves around the Nile River, whether it's history or magic, who would have thought that the main element of this country with a desert climate is actually water?"

"Compared to me with the wind element and you with the fire element, he has an advantage here. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about the Peridecion tree in my house. You know, in the Middle Ages, it would be painted with curved and intertwined but symmetrical patterns of branches and leaves. Except for the addition of dragons, it is basically the same pattern as the tree of life. ' mused Ursula.

"Don't you think that as long as he haunts, we have encountered too many strange trees? He is obviously looking for something, or doing something with the strange trees bred by laws in the world."

"Does he know what's on your head?" Eric asked.

"Of course not."

"Is there no way it could be it?"

"No way. I don't realize how useful it is, at least not destructively," said Ursula.

After a while, the Nile River arrived.

The blue-green river was flowing under the sun, and several small boats were driving on it, passing through the phantom of the huge warship unconsciously.

"Can you guess they gathered together

for a massacre.

(Quoted from the Celtic myth "The Raiding of the Bulls of Culin")"

Ursula, who saw a real pirate for the first time, murmured that the gap between movie fairy tales and reality lies in real blood and human greed.

"Are you going on board to find them?" asked Ursula.

"No, I'm here to travel." The half-elf smiled.

"We haven't had a formal date since the last park, and this is just right. We can take a walk along the Nile together, then find a place to have lunch, drink coffee in the afternoon, and have a candlelight dinner in the evening."

"Perfect date," he concluded self-consciously.

"What if they are very polite and see you here for a date and come to see you tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Hook won't let them dawdle."

"What? He's coming too?" Ursula flicked away a small bug that had picked up on her dress.

"Buy a glass of cold beer, miss." A peddler pushing a cart by the river suddenly shouted at her. "It's [of] Horus' strong beer from Kemnis, have a drink, miss!"

"What should I do, Mr. Holmes." Hearing the anxious salesman from the peddler, Ursula looked at the hand music she had just chased away bugs.

"Did you know? Someone tried to put a curse on a witch just now. And at the same time, we met a kind-hearted spellbreaker."

"Two glasses, thank you."

Eric felt that he had sighed for a year today, he motioned for Ursula to hold him, and then walked towards the vendor.