Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The night in Cairo is both dark and bright. The city lacks the orange-red street lamps that lit up the streets of contemporary London, but is illuminated by the clear night sky.

A full blue moon hung over the ancient city.

After confirming that his wife and daughter were sleeping peacefully, Professor Green walked out of the bedroom. He was a little tired, psychologically.Miss Green seemed to be hypnotized, obsessed with obsession, and she cried and screamed at her parents, as if she didn't feel tired at all.It wasn't until just now that it suddenly quieted down and fell asleep immediately.

This gave him and his wife a sigh of relief. After confirming that the handcuffs binding his daughter were intact, he advised his wife to take a break too.I plan to smoke a cigarette outside the house to calm down.

The corridor on the second floor was not lit, and he was attracted by the bright light in front of him, so he couldn't help but walked to the small hall connected to the balcony on the second floor.

He walked into the small hall, and before he could say hello to Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson who were guarding here, he was so shocked by the strange celestial phenomenon outside the French windows that were wide open on the balcony that he lost his words.

"What do you think of this strange moon? Do you think it is an ominous omen? Mr. Holmes." After a while he found his voice, but he still couldn't bear to leave his eyes, looking at the sky obsessively.

"Do you think so?"

Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson were quietly admiring the strange moonlight, but he couldn't help giggling when he heard Professor Green say this.

With his smile, the eyes of the two men were turned away from the blue full moon, and turned to Mr. Detective.

"Do you think it's ridiculous that I, an archaeologist, should be so superstitious?" Professor Green sighed. "But what happened today really shook me up."

"No, you misunderstood." Mr. Holmes chuckled lightly. "I'm not laughing at you, but at the inertia of human beings."

"We will always regard the current unknown as a matter of mysticism, and then classify it into science after we know its principles in the future. Even scholars like you who still insist on human conspiracy when encountering various strange things Doubts arise under a blue moon."

"You mean this is just an ordinary astronomical phenomenon, just a coincidence." Professor Green looked at Mr. Holmes expectantly, eager to get an affirmative answer.

Dr. Watson on one side had a strange expression. He really didn't expect that his friend with zero knowledge of astronomy would start talking about the sky one day.

Both looked at Mr. Detective.

But Mr. Holmes changed the subject and changed the subject.

"Surely you know that the Egyptian moon god is called Thoth," he asked Professor Green.

"Ah, yes." Professor Green was stunned for a moment, but because it involved his major, he quickly came back to his senses and explained to Mr. Holmes: "Your statement is not particularly accurate. He has the moon attribute. But his most famous priesthood should be the God of Wisdom."

"I have heard Professor Watson say that the sun god was hatched from the egg of the great tweeter, and that tweeter was Thoth."

"There are also such sayings." Professor Green was at a loss, unable to understand what Mr. Holmes wanted to say.However, his excellent professional knowledge made him habitually associate, and he said it: "The legend about Thoth and he won the chess game with the moon, and won "5% of every beam of light emitted by the moon." One of ", this makes a year more than [-] days, in these more days, the great gods we are familiar with in Egyptian mythology were born."

"What do you want to say? Is it the relationship between Egyptian mythology and the moon?"

"It should be said that it is the relationship between English legends and the moon." Mr. Holmes said: "I commented that human beings always like to put the shadow of mysticism on unknown things, and the shadow of the moon is always indispensable in these mysticisms. Especially this blue colored moon."

"Are you a graduate of Cambridge?" Mr. Holmes looked at Professor Green.

"Ah, yes."

"Then you must know how popular Hermes is there."

"Are you referring to the Alchemy Association?" Professor Green asked cautiously, "I always thought it might be a gimmick made by some of their playful people."

"Three great Hermes." Mr. Holmes thought for a while and said, "I remember that is the way to say it."

"Yes, the full name is Hermes Trismegistus." Professor Watson and Mrs. Watson entered the small hall with tea and some food.

"This is the name for Thoth in Greece." Professor Watson put down the tea tray, poured a cup of tea for his wife, and said to Mr. Holmes with a smile: "There is even a saying that "Hermes Anthology" was also written by Thoth wrote it."

"It seems that there is such a statement." Professor Green said.

"But what does that have to do with what happened today?"

"Do you know the scholars in Cairo, have you joined the Alchemy Society?"

"Ah, I really don't know about this. But the leaders of our archaeological team are all alumni. That club has always been mysterious. No one knew who joined it when we were in college, let alone after graduation for so many years..." Professor Green said more and more Speak softly: "Ah, what do you mean?"

"That's right, what do you think those who are familiar with the so-called magic books will think when they see this blue moon that symbolizes the coming of the magical night?"

"But we don't know."

"No, you know." Mr. Holmes held up a cup of tea and saluted Professor Green: "After all, you are also a member, aren't you?"

"Just like I said, human beings can't help but move closer to mystery when encountering the unknown, and you are too calm from the beginning to the end."

"Until just now, his feet were revealed." Mr. Holmes said: "A person who was surrounded by cobras and had various strange events on his body for a month, but still insisted that it was man-made, questioned a moon with a slightly strange color. Isn't that fun?"

Dr. Watson glanced at his friend. He felt that the color of the moon could not be called "slightly" strange.At this time, the moon has turned blue, but the light is still bright, clearly illuminating the scenery under the balcony.

"Are you doubting me?" Professor Green's face darkened. "It is suspected that I am involved in this matter."

"No, you can only say that you did not report what you knew." Mr. Holmes waved his hand. "You came to us for the precepts."

Mr. Green's face turned pale with anger, "You...you know!"

"Yes, I know." Mr. Holmes sighed regretfully: "If you ask me to intervene in this incident, according to your "commandments", they will automatically give up including your family in the plan. But it's a pity ..."

"I'm an insider."

"Originally, I planned to take advantage of the situation to help you and control this case within the normal range."

"However, you are getting a little greedy." Mr. Holmes put away his smile and looked at Professor Green seriously: "Miss Green is naturally your treasure, but aren't other people's children precious? But you can't compare your heart to your heart , exchanged someone else's daughter for Miss Green."

"And it's all because you regretted it." Mr. Holmes's silver-gray eyes shone alertly under the moonlight, and he locked on Professor Green firmly: "After agreeing to use it with those friends who want to be "Faust" After gaining magical powers through blood sacrifices, I regretted it."

"If you simply repented, I would have ignored it, but you still want power. So you set your sights on your sister's child."

"That's not okay, Professor Green." Professor Watson shook his head: "Are you doing everything wrong? You can't get magical powers by sacrificing people who are blood related to you."

"You have to sacrifice yourself." Professor Watson took a big bite of a sandwich and said vaguely: "If you want to sacrifice to the devil, of course only your own soul will work."

"It's not a devil! It's a god!" Professor Green interrupted him. : "That's a god!"

"I'm sorry, since human society began to become a civilized society, no god has asked living people to sacrifice." Mrs. Watson covered her mouth with a handkerchief and snorted softly: "If there is, then it must have degenerated into a demon gone."

"So what?" Professor Green slapped the table excitedly: "Obviously there are those mysterious things in this world, but we, as ordinary people, have no way of knowing them. If scholars don't know everything, how can Can you be called a scholar?"

"Watson! You can understand! We deal with those cultural relics from the age of gods every day, but we can only see the superficial things and can't learn more."

Dr. Watson froze for a moment before realizing that he was calling for his cousin, Ursula's father.

Professor Watson who was called slowly swallowed the last bite of the sandwich, and raised his eyes coldly: "Sorry, I'm really not interested at all? I prefer to study humans than gods."

"And I want to correct you, there has never been an era of gods, only..."

"Mankind believes in God, and mankind believes in its own era."

"Even if there is no god who drives a solar boat, the sun still rises in this age."

The gods should not appear in this age, Ursula thought, not only the gods of the Nile, but also Osiris and Isis, their peace should not be disturbed, this age belongs to humans themselves.

"I miss you so much, so..."

"Farewell, dear."

Ursula drew out the special wooden dagger, and, resolute, plunged straight into the lover's heart.

"On this night of tears, let my tears send you back to Duat."