Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

This is the second time that Dr. Watson has experienced the "surprise" that the whole world (especially 221 Baker Street) knows, but only he does not.

When was the last time? Dr. Watson's thoughts turned slowly, oh, it was the resurrection of Sherlock Holmes.

Under Ursula's extremely disturbed eyes, Dr. Watson frowned and looked over. After his eyes were fixed on his niece for a while, he spoke:

"so……"

Dr. Watson said in a very surprised tone: "There are really little fairies in this world!"

"Ha." Ursula froze.

Generally speaking, when a witch writes you down in her little "vengeance" book, no matter how many pages, or how many books, you still have a chance to escape from death.

Throughout the ages, countless fairy tales have proved this to us. Even if you are under a spell, if you have the help of other magicians, at worst you will lie in the Rose Castle and sleep for 100 years.

Yes, that's all, it's still a grudge between two people with a bad relationship.However, if that little book is completely torn apart, then...

"You are still imprisoned by your sweetheart in the air cage, and Merlin is your role model!" Hook said while sitting on the railing of the return passenger ship. "My dear young master, do you understand that the most important thing is to keep quiet during the period of magic disorder?"

"I understand, but I just can't help teasing her." Eric leaned on the railing, pressed the brim of his straw hat, and smiled with the corners of his mouth: "Isn't her expression funny?"

"...I understand, so you don't plan to reconcile."

"Hey, did we ever get into trouble again?" The young detective looked at his friend in surprise.

"I don't quite understand your definition of a couple being awkward." Umbrella jumped off the railing and pulled his tie uncomfortably. He is now returning to England with Eric and the others as a normal passenger.

Being used to wearing open shirts, he felt that this kind of stiff collar was very restrictive.

"It's like the rope on the gallows..." He muttered, and then he tried earnestly to pull his hair down one last time. This was all for his future life in London. He wanted to live next door to them. After Eric started school, he was not the only one facing Miss Witch.

"However, I know very well that if you continue like this, you will definitely be dumped."

"You don't have to worry about this." Eric didn't realize the painstaking efforts of the umbral at all, his tone was extremely calm and rational, but in Hook's view, this was already a sign of "terminal illness". "I will handle it well. Since I can get the recognition of my father-in-law in this mental situation, I can definitely calm down my dear Miss Witch."

Oh, if he didn't secretly watch the scene of the other party's secret conversation with Professor Watson, then he really believed it, Hook narrowed his eyes.

If Eric Holmes in a normal state is a very stable existence of sensibility and reason, and the part inherited from humans accounts for the majority, then the half-elf in the shock of magic power is a kind of Schrödinger's existence.

In the conversation just now, if it was the first half, then judging from the fact that he was keen to tease his own human beings, the active elf mentality had the upper hand, but the second half about the topic of father-in-law is completely different. His sanity slowly started to activate.

These two states are actually very troublesome, especially...

"Excuse me, I seem to remember my father telling you this, Mr. Holmes." Ursula walked slowly over with a parasol decorated very fancy.

In particular, the protagonist of this topic does not seem to be in a normal state.Hook silently moved aside, his seventh sense as a captain told him that it would be unfortunate to be near the two of them now.

"[I've always had an educational philosophy of letting kids choose what they want in life. So Ursula's wishes are my wishes.] That's what he said."

"Do you really understand? What is my will?" She blinked and smiled.

"Why don't you open your umbrella?"

The young detective suddenly set his sights on her closed satin parasol.

The sun was very strong on deck today, and in Ursula's habits he knew, she was armed to prevent her tan.

According to her, if a black-haired witch is not the kind of dark white, how can she have a sense of mystery, and she doesn't do such things that destroy people's imagination.

"It seems that you are not particularly interested in my wishes." Miss Witch smiled, and then, with the Umbrella's extremely confused expression, she approached little Holmes very naturally, and then opened the umbrella to block him. Sight.

This this!Is it a kiss?

It was the witch who took the initiative!

Hook stared at the opaque umbrella, his eyes widened, it shouldn't be, isn't Miss Watson angry?

A few seconds later, the umbrella was lifted up, and the girl with black hair and golden eyes turned the handle of the umbrella with one hand, and put the index finger of the other hand on the side of her lips.

"Next, I won't say a word to you again until you understand what my will is."

"She's wearing a high collar." Eric's expression was very calm, with one hand in the pocket of his light-colored pinstripe jacket, with a very laid-back attitude.

"You guys just..."

"Nothing happened, she was just trying to distract me with the sudden closeness."

"Well, divert attention."

"I'll leave this to you." The young detective, who had flipped from one extreme to the other, took his hand out of his pocket.

He stuffed the thing in his hand firmly into the umbral's hand.

"Keep it safe." He patted his friend on the shoulder.

Hook looked at a leaf-shaped turquoise in his palm, and didn't understand what charade the two of them were playing, but the riddle was immediately revealed during dinner.

"Ladies and gentlemen." The captain of the passenger ship stood up and said to the passengers in the restaurant: "I am very sorry to disturb everyone's meal. I have received a regrettable news, that is..."

"Mr. Rose's precious jewels were stolen during the daytime today." The captain was not affected by the whispers in the dining room, and continued: "Fortunately, Mr. Rose was notified as soon as he found that the items were missing. We control the entry and exit of first-class passengers."

"In this case, we can be sure that it was not the crew of the ship," he said. "And our circle of suspicion has narrowed."

"It's not a staff member." A decent-looking middle-aged man with a gemstone brooch snorted, "Then, Captain, what do you mean by us guests?"

"I'm very sorry, but I have to say so."

This sentence can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest, and the restaurant suddenly became noisy.

"I hope everyone can cooperate with the work. We still have many days to sail." The captain hinted at these guests who were not bad in economic conditions: "And what Mr. Ross lost was not a small object, but a one-meter-long Long turquoise made into a branch shape. Gems of this size cannot be easily stolen and hidden, so for the safety of everyone's property..."

"This scene..." Dr. Watson looked down at his wine glass carefully, making sure that there were no objects that should not be there, and then put it down.

He made up his mind not to drink any opaque soup this evening, but to drink coffee until the shadow of the ruby ​​remained.

"There is nothing new under the sun." Mr. Holmes glanced at the Ross siblings at the next table with great interest. Mr. Ross Jr. brought his younger sister, Mr. Black and another companion on this passenger ship.

"Is Egypt rich in turquoise?" Dr. Watson asked. He noticed that when the captain mentioned turquoise, several people who had been watching the scene suddenly lost interest.

"Yes, the Sinai Peninsula is the oldest source of turquoise in the world."

Ursula raised her cheek and answered her uncle in a very cute tone.

"If you have carefully observed the accessories of the ladies present, my dear Watson, you will find out." Mr. Holmes took a small sip from his glass, and then continued: "Most of them wear turquoise ones. Traditional Egyptian beads."

"I noticed. Except I thought it was..."

"Fake." Dr. Watson said in a low voice, "Didn't the local hawkers keep selling that to us when they surrounded us under the pyramid? Didn't you tell me not to buy it, saying it was all fake?"

"...The color is completely Egyptian red spider." The captain's words continued: "There are many leaf-shaped gemstones hanging on the branch-shaped long turquoise."

"..." This description is somewhat familiar, no, it is familiar.

The umbral struggled to restrain his claws, preventing it from touching the leaf-shaped turquoise in its pocket.

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly understood how the feeling that being close to two people would become "unlucky" came from.

"What's the matter with your expression, Hook." Eric bent his beautiful silver eyes and smiled gleefully.

Ah, when did you go back to the elf mentality!asshole!The umbral is sad and angry, it is obviously Miss Ursula's struggle with you, why should you join him.

"It is said that the sun in ancient Egypt rose between two turquoise trees." Miss Witch suddenly said, "And the source of this knowledge is the "Book of the Dead."

"Do you think that branch of turquoise is from Duat?"

"What do you think? Mr. Hook, judge based on your experience, whether this is possible." Ursula deliberately didn't look at Eric's expression, but fixedly looked at the poor umbral.

If so, Ursula thought, she had used some "trick" of the branch that had come from Rose, then Sarah Rose's involvement in the sacrifice seemed suspicious.

"Um……"

The umbral shuddered, and he looked up to find Mr. Holmes looking thoughtfully into his pocket.

"Mr. Hooker, would you mind telling me what you have in your coat pocket?"

Hook · Too many people can't use magic power · Get ​​involved in trouble · The captain is desperate.