Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Question: What is the experience of being watched by two groups of Sherlock Holmes and Watson at the same time?

Hook: Thank you, for the first time I think I might be transparent, at least the pocket is transparent!

Under the eyes of the four people with different emotions, but all with a strong perspective effect, the umbral tremblingly took out a flat square wine jug.

"It's cider..."

"Apple cider," Dr. Watson muttered in a low voice. "I thought pirates drank rum."

That day, with the assistance of Mr. Holmes, the teammate of Eric the Pig, who needed early treatment, Ursula was stripped of her vest without any warning. Unexpectedly, she did not get the anger of her guessed uncle, It's Dr. Watson with starry eyes and fairy tale brain.

Oh, a writer, she is going to take back her complaints about Mr. Holmes' evaluation of her uncle's article. Dr. Watson is indeed an extremely romantic sweetheart.

After confirming that there really is a little flower fairy in the world, so there is a high probability that there is also Thumbelina, he confronted Mr. Holmes, "Look, that's why I don't want to tell him." He rushed to Cairo in the afternoon The only bookstore, and then bought a bunch of books about Egyptian myths and stories, and planned to look for clues about magic testing in the next trip.

"Our dear doctor's works are already literary enough, and now it seems that fantasy may be added, moving closer to Gothic novels." Mr. Holmes's attitude towards Dr. Watson's enthusiasm is very unclear, but This is also his consistent attitude.

"Wouldn't that overlap your writing styles?" Mr. Holmes asked Ursula lazily. "There are some suspicions of robbing my family's business."

I'm sorry, your ostentatious eyes don't match the tone of this sentence at all, and why are you so sure that Dr. Watson will steal her business if he wants to enter the fantasy romance novel business.Ursula gave Jin Yang a rare expressionless glance at herself.

And, actually, she didn't mind at all.Ursula smiled dryly, who would dislike having a lot of spiritual food?She strongly encouraged Dr. Watson to devote himself to the field of fantasy romance novels.

To be honest, if Dr. Watson's writing skills are consistent with Conan Doyle, the author of "Detective Sherlock Holmes" in her world, then she thinks it is very worthy of encouragement, and she will do everything possible to prevent Dr. Watson from writing for a while. Can't think about it, throwing the protagonist of the story and the final boss under the waterfall, it will be over (unfinished) so that it is a sign of serious literature.

However, it seems that Dr. Watson does not have such an idea, and even under the attack of Mr. Holmes, he did not stop his determination to "add oil and vinegar" to the interestingness of the article when writing case records.

Thankfully, my uncle is such a sweet little sweetheart who loves fairy tales and love stories!Ursula thought, think about it in later generations, when the Sherlock Holmes collection is over, she clearly knows that there are still several volumes that she hasn't read, and she is suffocated because the author can't think about it, let alone the readers who were chasing Conan Doyle's serialization up.

Really good!Ursula stole a glance at Mr. Holmes during Dr. Watson's unexpected disappointment at the cider.

Sure enough, that strange attitude came again!

Generally speaking, excluding the acting skills needed to investigate the case, Mr. Holmes is a very honest person about his likes and dislikes in his interactions with relatives and friends, and his attitude towards everything is very honest, but this advantage has never been reflected in the evaluation of Dr. Watson. In the masterpieces, as well as in various incidents, Dr. Hua Sheng, as a writer, habitually described realistic things in a literary way.

You said that Mr. Holmes liked the records that Dr. Watson wrote for him, but when the two of them chatted about related topics, he always said "Ha, you call this a real record".

But you say he doesn’t like it, but he is letting go and even encouraging our Dr. Watson’s behavior, providing him with various writing materials whenever he asks, even if the doctor is very interested, but because the situation at the time can’t be ignored, the ban can be lifted in the future Sometimes, but I will send a special telegram to remind Watson that you can write now.

So, if nothing else, Mr. Holmes would say next, Ursula turned her head abruptly, and "by the way" perfectly and perfectly, and most naturally, skipped Eric's gaze from the other side.

"Watson, you have read too much exaggerated pirate literature and ignored the local goblin legends. In fact, this is just because spirits are easy to preserve during a long journey." Mr. Holmes joked, leaning back in his chair.

"If you've studied the origins of rum, you'll see that if other liquors can be guaranteed not to spoil at sea, magic won't have that kind of trouble. And apples are the basis of most myths, aren't they?"

Seeing that the topic seemed to have been changed, the shadow monster secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then met a pair of silver eyes that were ignored by Miss Witch.

Now I have to introduce the seating arrangement of their table. It is a rectangular table for five people. He was pressed next to Ursula, facing Eric who was sitting next to Dr. Watson.

"Should there be other things?" The young detective smiled: "Is your pocket still bulging?"

What are you going to do, you!Didn't you give it to me?Seeing that everyone's attention returned to him, the umbral shouted in his heart, he gritted his teeth and put his hand into his pocket again: "And this."

He slapped a silver cigarette case on the table, gave the half-elf a warning look, and signaled him to put it away as soon as it was ready, don't go too far.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you." Eric raised his eyebrows. He didn't intend to mention that what they said was actually another matter, but the next words brought new troubles to Hook.

"If calculated according to the normal age, Hooker is actually only 17 years old."

"Is that so?" Dr. Watson looked at the cigars and cigarettes full of cigars and cigarettes that Hook had opened, showing disapproval.

"So, you and Sherlock take these. Minors shouldn't smoke so early."

"Well, then we'll accept it." Mr. Holmes quickly confiscated the cigarette case before Dr. Watson could react.

"You can't eat cigarettes when you're an adult!" Dr. Watson protested, "Also, I noticed, don't bully Hook, since he is the youngest."

"The goblin's cigars, aren't you interested?"

"That's after dinner too." Dr. Watson stared at Holmes. He often smoked for a day without eating.

"Oh, Watson, I still have some table manners."

Ursula looked at the laughter of the adults, and noticed from the corner of her eye that Eric silently drank the water in the glass.

She just felt a little strange at the time, and Eric didn't say anything until the end of dinner, and she was even more strange.

So, after dinner, after Eric and Hook entered the next room, she took a glass and put it on the wall to listen to the movement.

"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" was the horrified voice of the umbral.

"I'm sober now." Eric said, "Thank you for your hard work. I have been in a state of drunkenness this week, or in other words, the influx and departure of different attributes of drunken magic power in the body is too sudden, shocking. It's so big that I'm soaked in casks of spirits these days."

"It's too late!" Hook's sad and indignant voice.

Yes!Ursula nodded.

"If you're sober before dinner, I won't lose my cigar! It's my treasure!"

Ursula looked at the sky speechlessly, Eric has done so many bad things, how do you remember the cigars.

"I thought you would first condemn me for giving you the turquoise." Eric also glanced at Hook with an indescribable expression.

"It's different! You gave me gems." Hook shouted: "But! No one can take gold coins from me. Cigars are also bought with gold coins!"

Ursula, who actually bought it instead of robbing it, didn't know how to complain. She thought that at least she got it from some vicious pirate captain.

Eric obviously thought the same way, he rubbed his temples and gave the umbral a surprised look.

"What can I do! Have you forgotten? Your respected mother, the former captain sent a notice to Quan Xinghai, saying that whoever wants to give me cigarettes, whether it is a gift or I snatch it, she will not let it go other side."

"...I forgot, but it seems that my instinct is still there." Eric held his forehead and said with some hesitation: "The kind of justice"

"...Then why didn't the instinct of justice teach you to save your precarious love?" Mr. Captain, who had escaped the control of "minors" and was firmly tied to the identity of a minor in both the land of fairies and the human world. When I close my diary, it is rare to bring some pride.

Facing the sober and normal version of Eric, he finally regained some "dignity", and he can even satirize him without worrying about the childish revenge from the elf mentality.

"It's good that you're awake." He pretended to wipe away his tears. "Unfortunately, it's too late, whether it's my cigar or your fiancée."

"It's all gone."

There was a long silence, and Ursula waited for about half an hour without hearing any movement. After a while, there was a small sound of washing, and then fell into silence again.

She took back the cup in disappointment, always feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out why.

This inexplicable feeling waited until she arrived in London without finding out the reason, and because of the fact that Mr. Rose Jr. failed to find the lost property, the atmosphere on the ship was also very strange. Although the gem was also lost, it was not at all the "fun" when she came. ".

And that Miss Rose is older than her, and the ten-day journey didn't bring them any closer relationship than nodding acquaintances.

After returning to Baker Street, this feeling was even more strange. Eric didn't seem to struggle at all, and ran straight to school.

Hook stayed in the other party's room and went out at night every day, claiming to make a living for the London ghouls, but he disappeared.

So, in the early morning after Eric went to the school to report for a week, the Umbrella was pushed against the entrance door by a complete turquoise branch.

The concierge with fairy blood turned a blind eye to this, and even blocked his ears cooperatively, closing the door of his own duty room.

"Hey!" He watched the resident elf of this house graciously present the girl with a tongs and hemp rope with burning wood in it, and protested, showing his iron hook hands: "You two brats! You've got a lot of guts!"

"Hmph, the umbral needs to be swept away." The little elf was not frightened by his fierce appearance at all, but waved the mini feather duster even more fiercely, making faces at the umbral.

In their eyes, goblins like specters, no matter how big or small they are, need to be sprayed with high-concentration cleaning agents.

What's more, Hook directly took over Baker Street. He didn't do anything good by recruiting cats and dogs these days. Even Dr. Watson began to complain about how the street lights in the nearest street were much darker.

"Lovely lady." The umbral captain, who had lived many years but had only been in adult form for a full sixteen years, carefully avoided the turquoise branches.

This kind of turquoise tree that grows in the land where the sun rises is both nourishment and danger to the umbral, a contradictory creature that exists only when there is light, but disappears when there is too much light.

"You must not be impulsive, let me tell you! Everything is Eric's fault!" He sold the hairpin very quickly.

"..."

Ursula thought it would be wise to let that always reluctant air-ghost come over and learn what it means to know the times.

"So you're really plotting something?" Ursula was unimpressed.

"Yes! We're conspiring!" The umbral raised his voice sincerely: "Actually..."

A crisp bell rang

Ursula and Hook looked up together.

It was the doorbell that rang.

"Otherwise, I won't run if I open the door first! I swear, it's justice by the sea." Hook asked cautiously.

Ursula smiled slightly, put the branch on the cabinet in the entrance, and was about to open the door.

"This is stolen goods!" The umbral whispered, and quickly hid the branch in a shadow on the ground: "Miss, don't put it so carelessly!"

Then he signaled that the lady didn't need to do such troublesome things, he came to open the door, and he came to receive her.

Putting away the iron hook, he opened the door with an elegant smile.

"Hello."

"...Hello." The visitor seemed to be a little hesitant because of the person who opened the door. "Mr. Hooker,"

"I'm here to entrust the case." A female voice sounded.

Some familiar voices.

So Ursula stuck her head around Hook, who was blocking her so tightly.

"Miss Rose."

"Ah, Miss Watson, it's great to see you, please help me!"

Not many days after they separated, the girl from an archaeological family who hadn't taken the initiative to talk to her threw herself into Ursula's arms, crying loudly.