Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"The third time."

Eric glanced lightly at Ursula's hand on her neck and said.

"You think it's an important necklace."

"Very important." Ursula was thinking about how much she would have to confess to win the trust of the Mr. Question Mark next to her.

Eric is undoubtedly cautious. His logic is more reliable than his memory. Since the two "meeted for the first time", even if he "intimidated" Ursula, he never revealed the word Alien or introduced his name. Didn't even try to find out about her.

"And it was from me."

An affirmative sentence, but only Mr. Holmes knows exactly what this affirmative sentence is affirming, so Ursula just smiled when Eric looked over.

Truth be told, the foundation of the trust she and Eric had established immediately upon their first meeting was entirely the name.

For a Sherlock Holmes, John Watson's niece is more likely to be believable.

And for Ursula, the nephew of Mr. Sherlock Holmes who can say, "Make sure you are cut off first, and then I will die with you in the interests of the general public." Mr. Sherlock Holmes must be The family is knowledgeable and trustworthy.

But in this illusion based on the power of Ra, the real name is fatal.

"That's right, you sent me." Thinking of this, Ursula decided on a policy for the young detective, that is, to tell the truth, the other party felt that he had drunk the witch's blood, and this matter would definitely be on his mind. will be distorted to the point of its own plot to plunder.

In this case, instead of making up such plausible lies as if you are madly in love with him, it is better to let the other party break the conventional thinking and rethink.

After all, as a qualified Sherlock Holmes, Eric's reasoning thinking has always followed the classic sentence from Mr. Sherlock Holmes: "When you eliminate all impossible situations, the rest, no matter how unbelievable, are It's all true."

Things have developed to this state, and Ursula really never expected that one day she would need to use love to influence a rational Sherlock Holmes. What kind of hell-level difficulty otome strategy game is this!

Ursula slandered, is this the so-called extremes are reversed? Is this the law of this world? Thinking that her own son Eric has succeeded in self-raiding too quickly, do you want to help him get back some ground?

"Although it's unbelievable, you were the one who confessed first, and you drank the blood yourself." Ursula said as calmly as possible.

"I see, you don't have to be afraid, I don't doubt this, this possibility is very high." Eric looked calm and analyzed himself. "After all, you are a human being with beautiful eyes, and the contradictions in your body are also very interesting, and you are the target of my recent investigation. Even if I get engaged to you, I won't surprise me."

"..."

Because of this sentence, Ursula looked at the other party's habitual lowered eyes in the conversation that required analysis and thinking, and suddenly recalled Holmes' morality that there is no lower limit for clues.

Yes!If you look at it from this angle, she doesn't seem to have confirmed that Eric is not pursuing her so actively to get her secret out. He is a Sherlock Holmes!Think about the results of my uncle's cp in "The Mystery of the Purple Leaf Beech Forest": "In Miss Violet Hunt, my friend Holmes has disappointed me because the lady is no longer the central figure in his problems, It seems that he has no further interest in her."

"You are very reasonable." Ursula smiled when she understood. "Even though there are many uncertainties in the relationship between the two of us, we are partners at this stage.

"I hope you can put aside these emotional issues that don't distinguish between true and false for a moment, and focus on why we are here."

"Appreciate further details."

"Some people want to use human life to create gods, and we have to stop them." Ursula summed it up directly in one sentence.

"Then what do you think, in order to achieve this goal, should we complete the sacrifice or destroy it?" Eric glanced at the girl next to him clearly, and he felt the dissatisfaction raised by the other party.

"Both." Miss Witch raised her lips: "If it were you, what would you do. As I said before, it is your arrangement for us to enter this game, so it should be your decision as to how to decide. .”

"As for me, I'm just the most loyal assistant to Mr. Detective."

For a detective to observe any subtle movement of the subject is in a magnifying glass, not to mention that as long as he wants to, he can feel the opponent's blood through the witch's blood engraved in his body, which is called "cursed" in many cases. Every heartbeat, every fluctuation of magic power.

Therefore, even though the girl's tone and expression are impeccable, the arm that holds her and exerts a slight force when the other party's mood fluctuates, and the distance between herself and herself during the whole process of walking and talking unconsciously gets a lot closer Subconscious behaviors are sending countless messages to him.

"She is not guarded against me in terms of body language." The young detective thought: "On the one hand, it may be because I am wearing a shell of the same sex, and on the other hand, it may be that, as the other party said, I have been with her in the past few years. During the month, they became very close because of "love."

And after Ursula succinctly stated their main mission and what to do, he began to re-evaluate the value of this "alien" witch.

The magic power is strong, the way of speaking and thinking is very straightforward, and the most important thing is that she has different feelings for him.

Yes, this is what Eric discovered from the very beginning. When the other party saw his face, his expression was undisguised, so when he felt that he had no resistance to this strange witch's approach, The first impression was that the other party might have used the kind of love potion method that witches are used to.

So, the conclusion of the observation is: it seems to work well.

"You need to learn how to play the harp right away, you just touched too much." Eric said to the girl who felt that the context of the matter was basically clear.

"You know how to play the piano, right? This shouldn't be too difficult."

No, you, a violin-playing string player, can’t feel the pain of her keyboard school. The knowledge of music theory is common, but her level of ancient Egyptian harp should be only playing "Mary Had a Little Lamb". "s level.

No matter how bad it is, she can still show the Jiangnan folk song "Jasmine Flower", so that the natives of the [-]th century can experience the cultural impact of the well-known European Chinese legend "Turandot" that was unknown in China in the [-]th century.

"Please teach me." Ursula bowed her head to reality.

"can."

"Huh?" Miss Witch looked at the "girl" in amnesia in surprise, so refreshing.

"Let's pay the tuition with your labor." The young detective said with a smile on his pretty girlish face.

"She" pushed open the door of the dormitory they were going to live in for the next fifteen days under Eric's intentional leadership, stood by the door and raised her chin.

"Please, miss."

"..."

She knew it.

Ursula looked at the dusty room, pinched her nose to find a tool to clean it, and she must be tolerant of the "patient".

While the other girls as alternate priests wandered into the dormitory area in groups, their "lead singer" was already snuggled up on fluffy linen pillows.

The environment of the new priest’s dormitory is not bad. There are two people in one room. Although the simple furniture is not decorated with pearl shells, it is furnished after all. Being able to sleep on a bed with a wooden frame is already the treatment of the rich.

It is indeed an interesting Temple of Amun, which is much better than Ursula's previous assumption that the fake fifteen days might have to sleep on a mud platform.

Unlike Eric who directly entered the energy-saving mode after the supervision, Ursula squatted beside the bed and fell into meditation. It is not fabricated by the enemy out of thin air.

It is very important to confirm this point. It is a space-time projection, which means that the enemy cannot control the direction of the scene, so she can do a lot more small movements.

"Do you have research on Egyptian history?" Eric closed his eyes and meditated.

"My father was an archaeologist," said Ursula, getting up and sitting cautiously on the edge of her bed.

"He's in Egypt."

"Yes, he's in Egypt, and if it weren't for the case, you'd have a serious conversation with him in your study right now," Ursula hinted, rather than bullying your poor fiancée badly here.

"So we are indeed engaged." Eric opened his eyes and glanced at the girl.

Ursula noticed that little Holmes was very calm after hearing this sentence, and even the rate of breathing did not change, which made her remember him again.

"I have a question, I hope you can be honest." She sighed, threw herself into the pillow, and said in a muffled voice with her face buried.

"It's clear why you were able to find our dormitory accurately. It's clear that the other girls were brought here by attendants."

"Because I am the granddaughter of the highest priest in this temple." Eric replied: "There is nothing unfamiliar about this temple to me."

"Wait a minute, you have the memory of your identity." Now Ursula is in good spirits. Yes, it must be beneficial for Eric to trigger the double buff. The memory of a few months has been lost, but he has not lost his identity. , as well as the background setting bonus of the character itself.

"As expected of you, this women's attire is worth it." Ursula, who remembered the women's fashion in the upper class of ancient Egypt, was about to move: "In this case, your hair?"

"wig."

"That……"

Eric was easy to talk about on this point. He straightened up slightly and pulled off his wig, fully satisfying the girl's curiosity.

After the long black wig was taken off, it was the same length as Eric's usual.

Ursula sank back on the bed, full of disappointment.

"It's a pity that I disappointed you, miss. I didn't shave my head."

"Oh." That did disappoint her.

"But I think you should experience it." The half-elf smiled viciously: "Your long real hair is not suitable for the climate here."

Ursula grasped her long hair and watched him warily.

I don’t know if it’s because the bickering conversation atmosphere aroused Eric’s subconscious mind, but he continued to add with the same extremely relaxed smile as when chatting with Ursula in reality:

"Let me give you some science about the treatment of alternate priests that I know. As you can see, we don't have a dedicated attendant service, so if you want to wash your hair, you can only go to the public bath by yourself every day."

"..."

Ursula was silent for a while, and questioned her soul: "So, you think that as a real girl, I go to the women's bathhouse to take a bath every day, and the risk is greater than yours."

"Also, although I don't have identity memory, I have common sense. Priests have to take a bath every day, right?" She added a knife with a smile: "What are you going to do? After all, we are fledgling candidate priests who can only use public baths." Woolen cloth."

"..."

Careless, why does the illusion still have such daily problems.