Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The sacrificial activities in ancient Egypt were basically carried out around the sun. Unlike the regions under the Celtic pantheon, the moon's waxing and waning could not bring power to the local elves.

But it has other magical functions, because the change of the moon has a relationship with the former river god in the mythology system, that is, Osiris, the protagonist who was weeping in the night of tears (Isis put together 14 fragments of Osiris and 15 days of death) Moon phase cycle), making those intentional outsiders who can use the moon as a source of power take advantage of the loopholes.

"You are the moon in the sky, you rejuvenate according to your desire." (Inscription in homage to Osiris during the reign of Ramesses IV)

Ursula and those black cloaks fell from the golden puddle into another space that was probably in Duat (ancient Egyptian version of the fairyland), and heard someone singing loudly to the gods in a daze. hymn.

She tried her best to open her eyes, and finally saw clearly the water of the Nile River that started to flow backwards after the chanting, and the full moon reversed into a first quarter moon.

As Eric told her, time began to reverse, but Ursula felt that things might be worse. If it was only reversed for a few months, would this ordinary illusion need so many elements summoned by other local priests?

She also opened Duart's door directly. When she fell into the puddle at first, she thought it was a normal space conversion scene, but now...

She looked at the pair of finely crafted colorful woven slippers and the hanging white Egyptian linen dress on her feet in confusion, and suddenly came to her senses, taking a breath.

What kind of time travel Dafa is this!

Ursula raised her eyes, and the black cloaks that fell with her around her also faded. They wore the same costumes as hers, and looked expectantly at the tall temple-like building ahead.

What else do you not understand?This white Egyptian hemp was the exclusive dress of ancient Egyptian priests. If she guessed correctly, she was now playing the image of a candidate priest thousands of years ago, and the girls around her were her companions.

Ursula squinted her eyes and scanned their faces, and sure enough, she saw a familiar face.Her father's old opponent (the kind of unilateral, wishful thinking decision by the other party)-Sarah Rose, the youngest daughter of Professor Rose.

In fact, Ursula has never met her, but this lady is very famous in the archaeological circle. She participated in her father's academic research when she was very young. The most important thing is that Miss Rose is very beautiful.

Because Professor Ross is not only determined to compete with Professor Watson in academic research, but also intends to defeat his opponent in all aspects of life, so he once sent a family photo of his family on vacation to Professor Watson to show off that his wife is beautiful and his son is handsome. The daughter is also cute.

After receiving the letter, Professor Watson, who was rarely at home, adhered to the principle of sharing the excitement with the whole family, and specially dyed his body with dark green plant juice. Ursula, who came back from the woodland in a mess, pointed to Miss Ross in the photo, and sighed earnestly. Said: "Father doesn't want to lose."

And then brutally ignored by Ursula.

So although Ursula, who is selectively face-blind, can't remember the appearance of Mr. Rose in the photo, Sarah Rose, who is still very beautiful in the black and white photo, left a deep impression on her.

At this time, Sarah Rose was looking up, her eyes full of yearning for the future.After all, being a priest in this era symbolizes having no worries about food and clothing.

This was an illusion that was too real. Sensing someone coming from the temple, Ursula looked away. She was very confused by Miss Rose's appearance, because according to Professor Rose's own personality, and his daily treatment of his daughter From the point of view of showing off, she should be someone who doesn't believe in curses, and who doesn't easily believe in stories about the river god's marriage.

But she is here now, and most importantly, as far as Ursula knows, there are not so many researchers who brought their daughters to Egypt, let alone girls around her age, plus Miss Green who was stopped at home , if the girls playing the alternate priests before the Millennium Fox were all in black cloaks, the number would definitely be too high.

Ursula recalled what Eric had said about the possible effects of being exposed to the divine power of Ra, in addition to reversing time and the effect of a person with thousands of faces, she secretly cheered up.

Maybe these "girls" were not all "girls". She regretted not collecting information on the family members of the local archaeological team during the day, so that at least she could identify those who were protected.

"Is everyone here?" A high priest wearing gold ornaments and gems came to their team and asked the people behind him.

"Yes, my lord. The 32 newly elected candidate priests are all here. Look..."

"You arrange it. Remember to train them well in the night of tears fourteen days later." The high priest said: "At that time we will let them participate in the singing work."

night of tears.

Ursula imitated the people around her and lowered her head, but she was actually catching the information in the frontmost conversation with her heart.

In reality, it is the night of tears in the lunar calendar, so here is the timeline back to the time before the night of tears.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the time of fourteen days, and confirmed that she did not travel through again, but fell into the illusion constructed by magic.

It was still an illusion where everyone except her had lost part of her memory. Ursula sighed as she thought about Miss Rose's innocent expression that day. She could see that the other party really thought she was an ancient person.

There is a piece of evidence to prove this, because next, these alternate priests were brought into the apse of the Sun Temple and assigned a learning task-rehearsing the sacrificial hymn.

The girls present, except for Ursula, all picked up the ancient Egyptian musical instruments naturally and skillfully under the control of magic, and they had no trouble facing the papyrus with hieroglyphs written on them.

After the teacher who taught the hymn finished her lesson, Ursula looked at the lyre in her hand and fell into deep thought.

The illusion will give the lost common sense in the illusion scene, but with a laurel hair crown, how should she deal with the following performance session without being lost at all.

"So you have a way."

On the banks of the Nile in the real world, Eric said affirmatively to the officiant who was angered by this accident.

"That's right, sir. But you are an outsider, so let us handle this matter."

"But my fiancée, an outsider, disappeared because of your unfavorable security." Eric pointed out unhurriedly: "Think about it in another place, how can I wait with peace of mind."

"Your fiancée." A young man behind the officiant interjected, "Is that the lady witch during the day? Didn't she stand with you at the beginning? Why did she disappear with the person opposite?"

He was the beer peddler who sold tickets to Ursula and the others.

"She said she saw an acquaintance." The young detective said without changing his expression, "I wanted to go over to say hello, who knew that this happened just past."

"I can understand your feelings, but unlike this kind of temporary space cut out, it is very troublesome for outsiders to enter the real Duat." The officiant looked very unhappy.

"But it's not taboo." Eric said in a deep voice: "You probably don't know the situation of those missing people. They are all family members of foreign archaeological teams."

"What?" The officiant frowned and said, "How is this possible? I've confirmed that none of the members of the archaeological team are related to magic, except for a family named Watson."

"How could their family members enter the sacrificial site?"

"Of course someone brought them in. To tell you the truth, my fiancée is the daughter of the Watson family you mentioned." The young detective raised his eyebrows, and he caught a very important point from the officiant's words. Information, the local priests are not as idle as the beer seller said, at least they have personnel monitoring the archaeological team, and the so-called income-generating activities in tourist gathering places may have other meanings.

"She told me clearly before she disappeared that she saw several children of her father's colleagues."

"..." The priest glanced at Eric with a serious expression, thought for a while and said, "In this case, I will send more priests into Duat and find a way to rescue them."

"You're joking." Eric raised the corner of his mouth: "I mean I want to go in and save my fiancée myself."

"I understand your anxiety, but I can't open the door for the moon." The priest shook his head and said.

"I don't need you to open the door, I just need a glass of water, a glass of water from the golden water element sink. This is not an illegal operation." Eric threw a money bag to the young priest who sold beer.

"Equivalent exchange, an ancient gold coin from the land of fairies."

"Yes..." The priest thought for a while and agreed.

Because the end time of the best sacrifice was not yet over, the chief priest quickly condensed a new water element dyed with the power of the Nile and handed it to Holmes.

Eric accepted the water with satisfaction, and did not intend to participate in their follow-up actions on this emergency, but walked out of the sacrificial space.

"Wait a minute, this... sir." A young male voice sounded behind Eric.

"Sorry, we just overheard your conversation with those priests."

It was those three alchemists who were future alumni with him.

It was the youngest of them who stopped Eric, and the other party's expression was very tangled: "You just said that the missing people are all family members of the archaeological team."

"That's right." Eric looked at him carefully: "You have a sister."

"Ah, yes." The young alchemist looked at little Holmes in surprise. "How do you..."

"If what you want to ask is whether your sister is among those missing, I can tell you with [-]% confidence that it is." Eric interrupted his question.

"How do you know?" asked the elder who accompanied the young alchemist suspiciously, his eyes were very rude.

"I came to investigate this incident because I came to participate in this sacrificial activity." Eric raised his eyebrows, and instead of entangled with the suspicious elder, he turned to the young alchemist: "Professor Watson, you should know him." .”

"Yes. I know, my father's...an old friend." When the young alchemist said this, he didn't know why he was a little out of breath.

"I am his daughter's fiancé."

"So that's the case." The young alchemist increased his trust after hearing that the other party was from Professor Watson's family, but at the same time he became anxious: "Then what are you going to do next, is to find a way Save Miss Watson? Can you take me with you? Sarah...I'm going to save my sister too."

"I'm an alchemist, I can provide a lot of props to help..."

"of course can."

Little Holmes agreed very readily.

"Huh?" The alchemist, who thought he had to spend his time trying to convince the other party, was stunned.

"Isn't it better to save people with more power?" The young detective smiled slightly.

"Your companion can also join, because I have found other helpers."

At this time, they had already walked out of the space constructed by the priests, the moonlight of the real world shone down, and the water surface of the Nile became sparkling at night.

"Other helpers?"

On the bank of the empty secular river, the young alchemist said in confusion.

"Yes, they are coming."

"Your Excellency Lord of the Gulf Elf Fortress, good night."

The three alchemists were frightened by the sound coming from a close distance. They raised their heads suddenly and saw several small boats driving impressively on the surface of the Nile River, which was still empty just now.

"That's...the holy ship." The young alchemist recognized the style of those small boats, and they all imitated the traditional sacrificial and celebration vessels of ancient Egypt. "And the one who was talking about the elf lord just now"

However, neither little Holmes nor the people on board who appeared suddenly had any intention of answering his doubts.

"We have received the news from that guy Hook." The person standing on the leading ship said, "Are you really going to take us to the alien star?"

"Of course, I never tell a lie."

Eric looked at the pirate captains who were all-powerful in the star sea, and smiled softly.