Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"It's been No. 13 days!" The umbral kept pacing behind Eric, who was sitting by the water lily pond looking at the flowers: "No one tried to tempt any of us to jump to the river god! "

"Is this reasonable? Is it reasonable!" Umbrella clenched his fists and murmured. "I'm not really interested in playing ancient Egyptian scenes when I come in here, I want excitement! Excitement! You arranged a scavenger hunt for those guys to appease them, and I! I can only hold the dismal The truth is driven mad by the banality of the place."

"You can also participate in the soothing 'scavenger hunt.'"

Eric Holmes' expression was not at all disturbed by Hooker's agitation after being locked up at home like a husky for a week.

"Hey!" Hook protested dissatisfiedly in a low voice, and his vigilant side was revealed at this time, even though he vented his emotions, he did not forget that he was still in a situation where the enemy was unknown: "I am a pirate, young master The reason I am a pirate is because I have sworn to keep the flames of battle and adventure burning to the end of my life."

"But now I have wasted thirteen precious days of my life. Do you know how important the thirteen days of a young pirate are? This is the time to make achievements. Can there be fine wine, jewels, and bigger warships in the future? Accompanying all depends on the struggle of youth! Life is too short! Friends!"

"I'm sorry, please allow me to interrupt your extremely...excellent speech about dreams and life." Eric turned slightly sideways to look at the umbral with a heartbroken look.

"You are not human, and your life is not short, and the thirteen days here are actually just one night in this world. As for fine wine, jewels, and so-called bigger warships..."

"You enjoy the former every day, but the latter... If you are not satisfied with the size of the Ivy in the cloud, I don't mind changing to another investor." The half-elf who felt that he had a ten-level filter on his Ivy said so explain.

"I just want to rhyme, rhyme!" The umbral felt his sweat dripping down, and then he became even more indignant, why does an alchemy body still have the function of sweating out of emotion. (Miss Witch, who was a bit obsessive about details and was about to make trouble, sneezed)

"Ah, is it?" Eric glanced coldly at his friend who likes to exaggerate things too much. After observing the sweat on the other side's forehead, he mercifully did not question the other side's complaint just now In fact, there is no rhyme at all.

"If you're really that boring." Eric recalled the look in the eyes of "I can't have such a dead friend" when he asked the umbral youth about the details of his relationship with Miss Witch a few days ago. Suddenly smiled: "I can help your friend solve relationship problems."

He thought back to the umbral's answer.

["If you want to ask me how you get along." There was a strange light in the eyes of the umbral lounging on the temple that Eric couldn't understand for a while.

"...Picture it this way: If no woman can ever captivate you, she is the one who first touched your heartstrings. Imagine: those soft, earnest amber eyes meeting yours, It's like seeing the sun; imagine: her voice will be pleasant to your ears, imagine: when she walks back and forth as described in the book, her footsteps are like your heart once beat Like the light footsteps that dance. You imagine her as the darling of your dreams, so that image will become clearer. And you can imagine how much the atmosphere of the two of you makes you feel love It exists wonderfully.”]

Eric raised his eyes and looked at his friend: "You quoted and adapted a passage from Wilkie Collins' "The Woman in White" (a detective novel in the nineteenth century, before Sherlock Holmes.) to describe me and her atmosphere."

"Ha! You remember?"

The umbral youth withdrew his grinning face, and looked at Holmes with a more exaggerated shocked expression: "I thought you had thrown this piece of knowledge out of your head long ago as useless knowledge."

"It should have been thrown away. After all, the male protagonist is not a detective at all. It is all driven by strange events. Oh, and the female protagonist. In this novel, I think that the female protagonist's sister's subjective initiative is comparable to that of the male protagonist The protagonist is too high, if the author is not too partial to his male protagonist."

"Maybe we won't be able to wait for him to play at all."

The young detective raised his eyebrows and made an extremely harsh evaluation of the novel itself, which is exactly the same as his uncle's personality.

"That's to better describe the love story." Umbrella replied slyly: "Don't you yourself say that it is not a detective novel? Then it must have a classification, such as love."

Little Holmes did not answer, but from his expression he was contemptuous.

"You can't do this, young master." The umbral's memory of his friend seems to be only three seconds, and after a few "pleasant" conversations, he trembled again: "Did you just encourage me to say that love is exciting , can be compared to my adventure, but now you seem to lack interest in yourself."

"I have no lack of interest." The young detective reached into the lily pond.

"I just don't talk about it because I'm too devoted."

"Hmm, are you dedicated to that young lady?" The umbral youth was so startled by his words that he opened his mouth wide. He thought for a moment that his friend had recovered his memory, but the other party's next sentence immediately dispelled his idea.

"What are you talking about? I mean, I already have a lover named Detective, so how can I be distracted from other things." The young detective gave the umbral youth a strange look.

"Love itself is a puzzle that needs to be explored in a lifetime, and so is the detective career. But people's energy is limited. Since I have made a lifelong commitment to reasoning, I have to be single-minded. That's why I want to ask about the details of my relationship with that lady. , because I think I should not be such an unspecialized person."

"..." Specificity is a kind of comparison, not a cross-species comparison, Eric.Captain Umbrella struggled to swallow what he wanted to complain about, he had done his best.Love is really exciting, he is not bored at all now, just think about the chaos after they went out, aha.If that Miss Witch was really angry, and even dumped Eric in a fit of anger, then this little devil would definitely become depressed, and he who followed in would definitely be implicated, for sure!

Or run away as soon as you come out of the illusion, right?Captain Umbrella thought, a pirate's life should have ups and downs, and being in a state of excitement all the time is not good for your health, and a peaceful life is the dream of pirates at the end of the nineteenth century.

That's right!He is such a pirate who keeps up with the times!

"But..." Eric picked up a handful of clear water from the pool with both hands while Hook was thinking wildly, and he said slowly while looking at himself with long hair in the water.

"But?" The umbral returned to his senses.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I really liked her."

"what?"

"You know, my love enlightenment basically comes from detective novels, and the heroines in many detective novels are very brave and astute."

"If you look at the aesthetics developed in childhood, it is not impossible for me to have feelings for her."

"I think that Miss Witch won't be very happy when she hears that, according to her personality," the Umbrella said dryly.

"I think so too, so I'm telling you." Eric said calmly, "And she'd better never know."

"Not so..."

"The power of the water has changed, my friend." The young detective poured the water back into the lily-pond, and stood up.

"As someone who deals with water every day, you should know what this means better than me."

The umbral's expression changed, he walked up quickly, squatted by the pool and stretched his hand into the pool.

"this is……"

"That's right, the power of the river god has awakened in this world." Eric lowered his eyes and said, "This is simply a miniature Nile, mixed with a more frightening power."

"In the first ten days or so, we could only feel the power of the god Ra's sun, but now the original power of the water god is slowly recovering from the shadow of the river god."

"You were also born in the shadow of the sea, so you understand?"

"Understood." Of course, the umbral youth understood what his friend meant. As a fantasy world with special effects of a thousand faces and one man (god), the Nile God who succeeded Osiris himself had a legend of a primitive water god who was the incarnation of the Creator God. The enemy took advantage of this story.

Both gods can become the shadow of the other, reappearing in the world.

"But we have to go out anyway, you still have to face the reality of recovering your memory, my young master." The umbral youth thought for a while, then looked at his friend sincerely: "Life must go on."

"Who said I was going out."

"Of course you're going out!" Umber was taken aback by his friend's words: "Didn't it be agreed, we'll grab the power of the river god, you absorb it, and then defeat the big villain, we will reach the happy end."

"That's right, that's right, it's just that after the perfect fairy tale ending, I will surrender myself as an ancient divine law that shouldn't exist in this world." The detective said calmly.

"...you're going to die, you're going to die, Ai Rui... bah bah! Young master!" The umbral youth rushed over and shook Holmes by the shoulders and growled in a low voice: "What are you doing! I remember Your mother taught you this stuff, self-sacrifice, saving the world who do you think you are!"

"It is because I know who I am that I do it." Young Holmes smiled.

"So, now you still want me to let that lady know that I have clearly understood that I will really fall in love with her?"

Hook let go, he glanced at the detective with a calm expression, and finally couldn't help crying.

"I, I'm just a pirate!"