Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Even though Ursula got up very early today, she still had to have brunch as usual. Although the client who came suddenly did not eat, she firmly rejected the suggestion to chat while eating. So anxious that she didn't even have time to walk into the living room, Ursula listened to her tell the whole story in the hallway.

Miss Rose said that she sneaked out while her brother was still up, and she would go back later under the pretext of helping him buy breakfast, so she was very anxious.The classic set meal at the breakfast shop that Mr. Rose is used to eating in London is very popular, and it will be gone if you go late.

I'm sorry to say Miss Ross, Ursula thought, she was obviously more interested in that breakfast.

Miss Rose was obviously not ill-treated, her complexion was rosy and healthy, and her hair was smooth and shiny.The clothes are also in the right fashion, and they are of the expensive kind.

She even had her nails, manicured and painted with Egyptian-inspired patterns on her manicured nails.

Very amused, Ursula withdrew her gaze from the hand holding the glove she had habitually removed indoors, her face impassive.

Because of her own situation, she thought she was mature since she was a child, but she was not that curious about Miss Ross, a girl who always appeared in her life as someone else's child.In addition, when the other party's father and brother both had magical backgrounds in Egypt, even if the other party had the memory of falling into an illusion, she didn't need her to appease him.

Since she has always looked at each other with a mentality of appreciating beautiful things, a quiet scholar and beautiful girl, it is good to watch from a distance. When she was on the boat, she did not carefully observe whether the other party kept wearing nails.

Miss Rose quickly finished talking about her troubles, only smiled briefly when Ursula agreed to accept the commission, and then she left Baker Street in a hurry.

"What a frightened little deer~" Hook, who kept quiet throughout the communication between the two girls, whistled while watching the back of the other party boarding the carriage.

"Did you relax too quickly?" Ursula held a bag made of dark green velvet that Miss Rose gave her, and squinted at the umbral.

"You haven't explained to me yet? Sir, what the hell is Eric doing?"

"...but the lady looks very anxious."

"It doesn't matter, the thing I'm best at is dual-tasking." Ursula smiled: "Because I declared that I don't want to talk to that Mr. Detective for the time being, I still need you to run errands to help me confirm one thing."

"About that lady just now."

"Yes, I need you to ask Eric to help me confirm what the opponent's hand looks like on the boat."

"I thought you cold war meant that you didn't bother to ask each other for help."

Ursula glanced at the umbral with a surprised look: "Young man, this is the world of mature people. Even if we two hate each other, if necessary, we will still do everything possible to pry information from each other. .”

"But %#￥" the umbral muttered under his breath.

"I didn't hear what you were saying."

"But Eric may not talk to me!" He simply said loudly.

"Why?" Ursula was puzzled, "You also unilaterally broke up with him."

"He said that he is now in a state of paying tribute to Sherlock, and asked me not to disturb him."

"Homage to what" connects with Eric's uncharacteristically quiet behavior recently, and Ursula has a sense of foreboding.

In Watson's eyes, the Sherlock Holmes family are all felines, clean, independent, mystic, and have a very strong hunter mentality and a strange sense of territory that won't move the armchair for a day once they enclose the land.

To sum up, Dr. Watson gave her a very classic summary of Sherlock Holmes's abnormal behavior in private: the child is quiet, and he must be acting as a monster.

This is also the reason why Ursula has always felt wrong with Eric, who clearly knew what she was angry with, but did not take the initiative to review it at all, and simply went to calm down.

How can you believe a cat suddenly becomes quiet?He must have either committed a greater death, or is in the process of preparing for a death.

"We really didn't plan any conspiracy together." Umbrella blinked and said sincerely: "Eric said that if you try to ask in a way that threatens the safety of my shadow, I will tell you."

"Tell me what, that tribute."

"That's right! That's it!"

"He said that he was very deeply aware of his inappropriate behavior after waking up, but he didn't know how to apologize for a while, so..."

"He felt that he should refer to his beloved uncle's behavior pattern and have a game..."

The "covenant in the waterfall" Ursula lowered her head and touched her nails, and smiled angrily. She probably understood the other party's logic.

"No... just pretending to be dead." The umbral looked at Miss Witch's expression, closed his eyes and said with a generous expression: "He said that when he fell off the waterfall for a while, it just so happened that he wasn't trapped Was the dagger stabbed in the heart? Is it considered a fatal wound? He disappeared for a while, and then reappeared with a completely new look, giving his dear fiancée a...surprise."

"..."

Is this outrageous reason real?Taking a step back, even if the other party really thinks this method can amuse him, is Dr. Watson really surprised when he sees Sherlock who suddenly cheated on his body?

"Do you also think it's outrageous! I have persuaded him, this kind of thing is the same as I hide cigarettes and alcohol, the sooner you confess and forgive, the sooner you can get forgiveness, and the sooner you can leave the little dark room." Some umbral was heartbroken say.

"But he was very stubborn and said it would definitely work, after all Sherlock was not beaten."

"..."

"What didn't you get hit?" The entrance door was pushed open, and a dark figure stood at the door with the light behind him: "I seem to have heard my name."

"..." This is unfortunate.

Ursula narrowed her eyes.

The person who came was the gentleman who was paid homage by his own nephew. Although the sun had just risen not long ago, he looked like he had returned from a trip.

"You went to the butcher's again for your morning exercise," Ursula asked cautiously.

"Oh." Mr. Holmes was stunned for a moment. He leaned the harpoon under his arm against the wall of the entrance, and then smiled knowingly: "I didn't go to the butcher shop this time, I went to the pier."

"Have you gone fishing yet?" Ursula cast a quick glance to make sure there were no suspicious colors on the harpoon.

"Forget it, but I caught a few big fish."

"Literally fish."

"Hahaha, yes, a real fish, although it is exaggeratedly big, that's why I came to you so early."

"Ursula, will you come with me to the quay now?" Mr. Holmes cordially invited.

"Very happy!" Ursula instantly forgot the guy with the same surname.

"..." Umbrella intends to quietly move back to the room. As a pirate captain, he doesn't have Eric's detective curiosity. Years of adventures in the unpredictable star sea in that world have taught him the most useful common sense. It is "don't be curious about the unknown existence".

He also has always followed this rule, without a reliable person to accompany him, he will ignore all unmanned but normal ships, trenches that suddenly glow at night and look normal but never appear on the chart island.

Unlike the former captain of the Ivy in the Cloud who was keen to challenge all mysteries, Hook who succeeded her is a umbral with a gaudy and unreliable appearance but is extremely cautious. He is obviously the most incredible existence, but he has self-consciousness about everything. As long as you don't set the flag, you can win a wonderful way of life.

He tried his best not to make any movement, which was easy for him, isn't the shadow the most quiet existence?

One step, two steps... Now to the stairs!Hook smiled hopefully.

"Mr. Hook, please stay."

Mr. Holmes turned suddenly in his direction.

"You can tell me, your sentence just now must be useful, after all, Sherlock was not beaten. "What do you mean?"

The mature Sherlock Holmes, who was at least ten times stronger than Eric, smiled slightly.

This is definitely the last time!Hook shuddered because of some kind of "childhood" psychological shadow on Holmes. He thought bitterly that he would never help Eric with such a thing next time.

Moments later, in the rental carriage, Ursula held her small leather bag and looked up at Mr. Holmes who was playing with his hat.

"You also think Eric is talking nonsense?" She pointed out sensibly.

"Yes, it couldn't be more obvious." Probably because of the sentence "not beaten", Mr. Holmes didn't intend to lie to his nephew at all.

"This is very immature." The mature Mr. Holmes put his hat on his knees: "If you do something wrong, you should apologize immediately, and..."

"A professional detective should be well-planned and prepared for all his adventures. It is very stupid to bet on his own life." He said righteously.

"Eric's doing this can only be said that he is not yet a mature detective, and he didn't know what he was doing before he did it."

"Ah."

Dr. Watson, who was crossing his arms, let out a mocking laugh.

Mr. Holmes' expression was completely unmoved, as if he didn't realize that his partner was mocking him.

"...I see." Ursula suddenly realized the truth at this moment, the cat, whether it is a cub or an adult, has the same personality.

Regarding the experience of raising cats, she still needs to learn from her uncle, so she decided to press the matter of what Eric was plotting before talking about it, and took the initiative to bring the topic back to the pier where she was going later.

"You need me to go to the pier, to help you identify the fish?"

"Clever girl," praised Mr. Holmes without hesitation. "I need you to help me identify some of the big fish that I dissected with that harpoon this morning that was taken by the long-distance fishing boat."

"Make sure they are it, or him."