Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"He you used the word him, didn't you?"

When the carriage arrived at the port, Dr. Watson was in a state of shock.

"I thought my first exposure to goblin-related cases would be more...fairytale"

"Don't be silly, Watson." Mr. Holmes tapped the flagstones on the wharf road with the betel nut walking stick he carried. "In this period of time, there will be no harmless little flower fairy in this kind of case that will be handed over to me."

"Forget Household Tales and Thumbelina, man, we'll have to discern carefully before that broken line can be reordered." Mr. Holmes' eyes shone with a sharp, intent gleam.

"Wait a minute, Holmes. Are you trying to intervene in supernatural events?" Dr. Watson suddenly realized the significance of this matter.

"Oh, Watson, the matter cannot be so simply defined. Remember? I told you in the case of the Hound of the Baskervilles that I only fought against the evils of the world, and as for fighting the evils of all If I want to deal with God, I am afraid that I have more than enough heart but not enough strength, and it is beyond my power.”

"Then the point of our going to the scene now is..." Dr. Watson looked at his friend in confusion.

"One is that professional matters must of course be handled by professionals." Mr. Holmes strode forward. The sturdy cane was more like a weapon to replace the harpoon in the morning than decoration and support. Caught under his arm.

"You mean Eric? Did you wire him?"

"No, I meant Ursula," said Mr. Holmes. "I noticed that your detective agency has not been closed because of Eric's going to live in the college town, has it?"

"To be honest, I accepted a commission this morning." Ursula nodded against Dr. Watson's surprised eyes.

"Very well." Mr. Holmes nodded with satisfaction.

"Holmes!" Dr. Watson was a little dissatisfied with Holmes' plan for Ursula to investigate this matter alone.

"Don't worry, buddy. We haven't confirmed whether it's a case of doing something outside of common sense."

"And if so? Are we going to watch Ursula deal with monsters alone?"

"This brings me to the second point of my answer." Mr. Holmes stood still, in front of the cordon set up by Scotland Yard, which looked very lively, surrounded by many idlers who came to the docks to find work, and just now A youth dressed as a sailor who finished work.

"The breaking of boundaries is, in the last analysis, the result of the darkness that breeds within the human heart. Even in those folk tales you love, my dear Watson, angels do not descend for the faithful. Neither do devils Stepping out of hell for no reason."

"Everything has an introduction. What we have to do is to bring these things back to reality and find that introduction."

"And I'm responsible for distinguishing and solving those supernatural things that shouldn't exist in human love and hatred, and repairing the gap between reality and illusion." Ursula's eyes lit up. What kind of dreams are reflected in reality? Happy world!Go on a case with Mr. Holmes.

"You should be careful, safety first." Dr. Watson noticed his niece's bright eyes, and suddenly sympathized with Eric. The aura of being a pro-uncle is too bright.If his observations are correct, some time ago Ursula and the other party wandered around London, saying that they were not so energetic when they received the commission.

Seeing Dr. Watson's sudden sigh, Ursula guessed what he was thinking.But Eric, who is that?Does she know it?Didn't she only know the existence of two Sherlock Holmes?

"Mr. Holmes, are you back?" An acquaintance Lestrade was at the scene. He was talking with the forensic doctor. When he saw Holmes coming, he hurried forward to greet him.

"Ah, and Dr. Watson and..." He looked at the black-haired girl standing obediently behind her in surprise.

"Ms. Watson, Mr. Holmes said that I remember when you left in the morning, you told me to go to an expert."

"Yes, you guessed it right. Miss Watson is the expert I mentioned. Eric should have mentioned to you that her parents are extremely famous archaeologists and folklore scholars."

Folklorist is a very useful name, except that there may be suspicions that the restraint system exceeds the standard.Seeing Mr. Lestrade's suddenly enlightened expression, Ursula thought, in fact, she can also develop her own identity. Isn't the nickname of witch not a deep researcher of folk metaphysics?

"Long time no see, Mr. Lestrade." Ursula hurriedly greeted the other party, and hurriedly followed Mr. Holmes forward.

There were a few fishes measuring dozens of feet long (1 foot = 3048cm) spread out on the pier. She heard Lestrade explain to them that these fish appeared on the deck of the fishing boat inexplicably in the morning, scaring the sailors on board. jumped.

Ursula noticed that all the police officers stood at a distance, as if unwilling to approach.

"That's not enough to call the police, is it?" Dr. Watson was a little puzzled: "In this case, it is generally thought that the fish jumped onto the deck by itself? Why did they call the police? Scotland Yard actually dispatched so many people. "

He connected with Holmes' reference in the carriage that "it might be him", and a terrible association suddenly occurred to him.

"Do those fish have human bodies?" Dr. Watson asked in a low voice with excitement and some inexplicable expectations.

"Hahaha." Lestrade couldn't help laughing: "You really have an imagination, that's not it."

"It's just an ordinary big fish, just a little bigger. The reason they called the police is because a dead body was found in the belly of the fish."

"Three, all men."

Hearing Lestrade say this, Dr. Watson gave a dry smile with some embarrassment.

"By the way, Mr. Holmes." The inspector suddenly turned to Holmes with a slightly smug mysterious smile.

"This time, you may have missed a critical moment in solving the case." He grinned happily, "Just as you were away, we caught a suspicious person who had been wandering around the pier."

Ursula quickly took out a handkerchief and covered her nose. She finally understood why no one approached the fish, and a smell of biological decay mixed with the smell of the sea rushed up.

Just now they were very close and didn't smell the smell because of the wind direction, but now the wind direction suddenly changed and the smell hit their faces directly.

"Ouch!" Dr. Watson couldn't hold back and squatted down.

Ursula's sense of smell was more sensitive, and she staggered back a few steps from the impact, almost falling on her back.

An arm resting on her back kept her from sitting on the ground.

"Thank you!" She pressed her handkerchief and thanked the kind person behind her in a muffled voice.

"Hey! Where are you going? Who will allow you to move around freely!" Ursula saw a few people in uniforms running towards this side through her teary eyes because of the irritating smell.

"Sir, do you know that you are a suspect now? Please be honest." Lestrade heard the movement and looked over. He hurried forward, pulled Ursula behind him, and asked Holmes The gentleman introduced: "He is the suspicious person I just told you. According to the person on duty at the pier, he stayed here last night, looking around, and looking at the sea from time to time, waiting for something. "

"Very suspicious."

"There is a reason for this," said the suspected "good-hearted man". "Miss Watson can help me prove my innocence."

"Ha." Ursula poked her head out from behind Inspector Lestrade, and pointed to herself in surprise: "But I don't know you, sir."

This "good-hearted man" is very straight-haired and blue-eyed. He doesn't look very old, and he can be called a teenager.

"Look carefully! We know each other! Miss Watson, Ivy!" The suspect twitched the corner of his mouth against the doubtful eyes of several men. "We also met on your boat to Egypt, when Hook and Eric were there."

Ursula, who was slightly face-blind to men, tried hard to recall, and then carefully looked at the blond boy in front of her.

"Are you... Cecil?" Ursula hesitated. "The one with the claws?"

"That's right, it's me." The boy heaved a sigh of relief.

"But your hair..." Miss Witch pointed to the other party's blond hair. She clearly remembered that the siren was not blond, but dark blue.

"I dyed my hair at the time, because the blonde hair was too dazzling and the target at sea was too big, and I couldn't keep my blue color on land." He rubbed his hair, gritted his teeth, and said, "I was sent by that bastard Hook to gather intelligence. Yes, prove it for me, and I will provide you with what I know."

"Hook," interrupted Mr. Holmes after listening to him, "do you have any proof that you are his subordinate?"

"..." He turned to Ursula.

Miss Witch shook her head violently: "I'm sorry, I'm a little face-blind." Especially for Westerners who suddenly change their usual hair color, this problem is purely brought about by the previous world.

For example, the actor who played Sherlock Holmes with the same surname as the hero of Pride and Prejudice, he obviously appeared twice in the TV series of Great Detective Poirot, but because of the blonde hair and the black hair, Ursula has been used hundreds of times. But never found out.

And her impression of the Siren, who has only one side, is even shallower.

Ursula lowered her head guiltyly, not looking at the disbelieving eyes of the blond boy who was probably a siren.Yes, she knew it was a very rude thing to do.

But... it is Mr. Holmes who needs to prove it!Sorry Siren.

"..." The Siren took a deep breath, and unbuttoned his cuffs, revealing a green bracelet that looked like it was made of thread.

"This is the mark of the Ivy, that Mr. Sherlock Holmes should know."

Ursula looked at Mr. Holmes.

"Yes, this is indeed true." Mr. Holmes smiled slightly: "However, the fresh K-green color of this mark proves that the Ivy should be less than 100m away.

"You actually docked your ship in London, can you tell me why?"

"Also, is there any relationship between your arrival and the occurrence of this strange incident?" At this point, Holmes put away his smile and looked seriously at the siren with the appearance of a blond boy.

"..." Because of the former captain, the Siren, who knew at least two varieties of Holmes very well and knew that lying was useless to them, turned dark.

"Bastard Hook!"

"Ah... Chirp!" In the living room on the first floor of Baker Street, the umbral who hurriedly wrote to Eric while Ursula was out sneezed loudly.

"Well, there must be a beauty missing me." He thought happily.