Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

As we all know, the elves in the legends are creatures with cleanliness, and Sherlock Holmes is even more of a cleanliness species.

"So, what are you going to do?" Miss Witch said slowly, feeling that she had won. "The priest has to bathe and change clothes every day."

"..." Sherlock Holmes, who could feel that he was trapped by this gender-changing identity, suddenly turned ugly.

He closed his eyes and thought for a while, and then changed into an extremely gentle and irresistible tone to try to induce the girl: "Actually, I was kind, because I think you don't like public bathrooms either."

"You don't know me."

"As you said, maybe I really know you very well, because the reason why I just said that is because my subconscious told me that you have no interest in the Turkish bath." Eric said very sincerely .

Subconscious?Ursula squinted, this guy is hinting to me that he has the possibility of recovering his memory

The so-called balneotherapy health care, the Turkish bath, which is an extremely eye-catching sign no matter what century or country it is in, is indeed a very popular way of leisure among gentlemen and ladies in London recently.Dear Dr. Watson is very keen to go every now and then, but...

"I don't like going to public baths, but...if my memory is correct, the two of us talked about similar topics, focusing on how to build a house in Bath, and then use magic to guide hot spring water to our bathroom. "

Seeing Eric who was lying without changing his face, Ursula felt her fist harden.However, due to the habit of fighting wits and courage with a thousand layers of routines with Eric, she still tried her best to adjust her expression to a state of being overjoyed.

"By the way, you said earlier that I arranged this situation?" Eric asked casually.

"That's right," Ursula replied, putting her tone into an extremely friendly and gentle line.

"You know my plan."

"I know, but I can't tell you." Ursula sat up with her knees hugged. She recalled the eyes Miss Siren looked at her family in her memory, and tried to imitate it. After all, non-indigenous witches like her are still rare. Lost a little bit of madness about love.

Eric once mentioned that one of the contradictions in her is that he has established a bond with Ursula's witch's blood, but he can't feel her emotional fire from her magic fluctuations.

"Obviously you should like me." At that time, he looked curiously at Miss Witch who was reading a book in an armchair. "But why can't I feel your emotional fire burning?"

"Even if this kind of thing is between the two of us, it will still be classified as cursed black magic. If I, the blood master, don't drive it, of course you won't feel it." Ursula closed her eyes flatly. Detective, looking at Mr. Detective who picked up his notebook and carefully recorded, suggested that the other party should read less gossip about witches and not learn how to fall in love from Gothic novels. Then, let him experience what is called the burning of witch's blood .

As for the effect, Eric was quite disappointed. According to what he said, it had no effect, because...

"My emotions have exceeded the part that can be controlled by the blood curse. The heat controlled by this magic is completely inferior to the emotional fluctuations I have every time I look at you."

So he said, the memory inspired Ursula.

"That's what you asked for." Ursula pulled on the pair of colorful Egyptian slippers again, then approached Eric, bent down, pressed the other's shoulder, and said with a smile.

"That's it." What Ursula was very concerned about was that Eric didn't try to break free in the face of her sudden "hands and feet", he actually maintained this posture, and began to think about the incident very comfortably Come, as if quite accustomed to Ursula's approach.

If, Ursula didn't know him that well, if, if his eyes hadn't turned silvery, it would be real.

Ursula admired his "sacrifice" spirit very much, and she couldn't help but wonder, if...she kissed him now, would this Mr. Accept it, or a sudden burst of magic power will bounce her away.

"What about the basic situation of the illusion, can't you tell me?"

"This is okay, but apart from the ultimate goal I told you earlier, I just know that we need to stay for fifteen days."

"realistic."

"Phantom, or reality, it's just the few hours between night and sunrise," said Ursula.

"If this is the case, it's not just a bathing problem limited by my gender." Eric picked up the pillow, stroked the texture of the linen pillowcase and said in a deep voice: "Our problem with food is a little more serious. "

"This place is both real and fictional. If we regard it as an afterlife like Fairyland, then we can't eat anything here."

"According to what I feel now, the time here is truly reflected in our bodies, so I will become hungry later." Ursula discovered the seriousness of the problem, and with Eric's physique he She can go without eating for a long time, but she can't, no matter how powerful the magic power is, she is still human, and the consumption of magic power needs to be supplemented by food and sleep, or...

"Should I persist by absorbing the elements of this space?" Ursula said with some worry: "I can persist by 'eating' elements, but what about those girls who are confused."

"Well, I don't think we need to worry too much. After all, the enemy we entered the play should also need to replenish energy. Eating the food here may be part of the enemy's plan."

"Every food can deepen the connection between the sacrifice and the illusion, making the whole event more real." Eric said: "After all, normally, dreams can't taste the taste of various delicacies. We are entering Before the illusion, I told you how much of my plan."

"Mostly it is the arrangement of my actions. As I said before, I am only an assistant this time, and the main action is in your hands." Ursula spread her hands: "Now you believe that we are a team."

"But I don't remember what the arrangement I gave myself now..." Eric skipped Ursula's last question maliciously: "However, if everything is as you said, my current situation is also the same part of the plan."

"Well, it's part of the plan." He stopped talking suddenly, and his silver eyes lit up.

"This Miss Witch."

"... what is it?" Ursula thought for the first time that the title sounded off-putting.

"I, whatever you want to do in this time scene, you will cooperate with me, right." He pulled Ursula's hand on his shoulder and smiled at her.

"...This sentence is said by a guy with elf blood, and the ambiguity is very large. If it is true, it is too dangerous for me." Ursula lowered her head, with some reluctance: "But, if If the condition is limited to this situation, I can promise that yes, I will obey all the arrangements of my lover, my partner, and my dearest comrade-in-arms, because this is what I promised him."

"But, are you? Mr. Detective, are you my lover?" Ursula withdrew her hand and took a step back. "To be honest, it's really a waste of time for us to test each other in this situation."

"But you are still very cautious, miss." Eric smiled: "I thought that after the conversation just now, the relationship and trust between the two of us have gradually improved."

"I also thought that your love for me had begun to awaken your subconscious memory. In the end, you just used reasoning to analyze the performance I might like, and then tried to make me think that you have different feelings for me now. "

The young detective froze for a moment at Ursula's serious accusation, and then burst out laughing.

"I seem to understand why I like you."

"And now I'm starting to doubt it."

Ursula squinted at the "girl" with beautiful silver eyes and short black hair, and laughed wildly.

"How about we open up again." Little Holmes had a smile in his eyes, and Ursula observed, and this time he displayed what seemed to be real pleasure.

"How open and honest?"

"Uh...for example, listen to my current plan." Eric said with a smile: "Not only can you eat and drink with peace of mind, but it can also solve my bathing problem."

"You said..." Ursula stood still two steps away from him, raised her chin slightly to signal him to continue.

"You just need to be God's bride."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ursula said speechlessly: "Our purpose is to prevent those girls from being hypnotized, and you actually encouraged me to throw myself into a trap. This kind of space supported by residual divine power, marriage promises will also captured by the law.

"If you just want to break off the engagement between the two of us, there's no need to go through such trouble." Ursula took a deep breath, "As long as you..."

"That's not what I meant." Eric quickly interrupted her, his expression suddenly so serious that it was a little scary, he stood up, stepped in front of Ursula with a big stride, and looked down at her: "I mean this."

"She" took the girl's hand and pressed it on her chest.

"...Flat clothes actually look better in clothes." Ursula stammered comfortingly.

"..." The half-elf "girl" raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, I probably understand what you mean, so."

"I will tell the high priest that I will go to bathe in the Nile River every morning and evening, so as to feel the power of the river god."

"Wait a minute, isn't it! The original plan didn't have this item!" Ursula guessed a little bit of his thoughts, and looked at Eric in disbelief.

"But now we need to do this. According to the Egyptian mythology system, the laws of this space are not the laws of nature in this world, but are created by gods, and the goal of our enemies is to create gods."

"If they succeed, then the food we eat that is made up by the power of the gods will become a tool for them to control us."

"But what if we succeed?"

"Then let me replace that 'god', so that I can live up to 'I' who specially made myself a girl." The half-elf "girl" giggled.

Ursula felt that she was not happy at all!