Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"No. At least not now."

Al Mannay declined.

"Having said so much, you still haven't given up?" Ursula narrowed one eye.

"No. In fact, the passage there can only be opened at midnight." He quickly explained.

"How courageous you are." Ursula gasped. "Miss Alisa is indeed a warrior."

"How do you say that?" Young Holmes was interested in the metaphor Ursula used to describe one of the parties.

"As far as I know, it was Miss Alisa who took the initiative in this matter." Ursula curled her lips. "I don't know which of the two of them came up with the idea first, but at least dare to touch a ferocious sea monster with the appearance of his lover, which is not something ordinary people can do."

"Ah, you mean that the fake Miss Alyssa and the real one have already met?" Eric Holmes was a little surprised.

"Yes. I really convinced this group of people. I really played the story of two couples as a love triangle, oh not a love triangle." Ursula complained to little Holmes.

"I thought it would be complicated enough for the sea-monster to play the role of male and female, and to hook up with the fiancée. I didn't expect the fiancée to pry the sea-monster's nephew at the same time."

She spread her hands: "Are you sure you want to write this story? I think the two of us are tools to advance events in this kind of dog-blood romance novel. The real heroine is definitely that Miss Alisa."

"There's no hurry." Little Holmes said calmly. "My highlight is at night. How about the title Marvel Detectives Defeat the Antiquities Heist."

"You really are a waste of name." Ursula black line. "Although I admit that I am one step behind, I am very upset that you are so proud. By the way, what is the additional requirement, since you also found the notebook."

"This." Eric Holmes hesitated. "I want to change your chance to stand by me."

"What's on your side?" Ursula felt that there was something wrong with that.

"When facing your uncle." Little Holmes looked up at the sky. "When I contacted Sherlock, I mentioned, by the way, the matter of our engagement."

"Huh? Contact Mr. Holmes!" Ursula gritted her teeth. "Why didn't you tell me."

"I originally wanted Uncle Sherlock to help me stabilize Dr. Watson. After all, it seems that I abducted his ward." The young Holmes spread his hands, "But I just received the news that they came to us. According to Uncle’s character, he might tell the doctor about it on the way. After all, I didn’t ask him to keep it secret. I just asked him to help me when the time is right.”

"When did you receive the news. And what did you say, are we a contract cover?" She tried to keep calm and asked.

"Of course not. My uncle knew it was a lie. How can my father not know? Of course we fell in love at first sight."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Ursula broke down a little. "It's over. Holmes will think of me that way."

"Wait, is there something wrong with your focus? Shouldn't you be worried about Dr. Watson's thoughts?" Eric Holmes was dissatisfied.

"Uncle always has to face the fact that I'm going to marry someone, maybe in London, he's still the main force in tricking me into going to the ball." Ursula simply took off her hat and rubbed her head, "But male gods, oh, it's not like idols are different. Oh, My God! Will he think me a silly girl full of love?"

"Wooooow. Mr. Holmes must be impatient to talk to me." She covered her face.

"It's not that exaggerated. How could Sherlock be so rude, he has always been a gentleman and considerate to women." Eric couldn't laugh or cry.

"That's different!" said Ursula, grabbing the jacket of little Holmes. "You know exactly what I want to say."

"I think you have entered a misunderstanding." Eric Holmes patted her shoulder in this gesture.

"Huh?" Ursula looked up at him tearfully.

"Sherlock is a man who lived in Victorian England!" Eric patiently analyzed Ursula. "Their gentlemanly demeanor basically treats women as weak. You might as well maintain the image of a silly girl to meet him and scare him. It will make a deeper impression."

"This reversal routine seems familiar." Ursula blinked, and withdrew the fake tears that didn't come out of her eyes.

"That woman?"

The young Holmes immediately remembered the photograph that Sherlock treasured in the drawer. He said, looking at Ursula who took a few steps back and took out the small mirror to adjust her appearance. "Do you know a little too much?"

"You've excluded yourself from being a man in this country, so avant-garde." Ursula added a touch of lipstick. "It seems that the male living space on the Elf Queen's side is worrying."

"Lipstick shouldn't be what women in this country should wear." Eric laughed.

"But this lipstick still brought me wealth." She proudly shook the oriental monster that was severely criticized by magazines like "Lady's Book" on the market for destroying natural beauty.

"So what are you afraid of? You not only dared to put on makeup in front of me, but also sold lipstick, which is unique enough. What you should worry about is whether you will scare your idol."

"You two!" Al Mannay, who had been ignored for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore. "I told you not to flirt in front of me."

"You're still there," said Eric Holmes lazily. "I've said it's not flirting, it's a friendly exchange between partners. Siren baby, don't think that you are in a puppy love, and think that men and women all over the world are in love when they get along."

Angrily, the fisherman dropped his net and went back to the house.

Little Holmes also shouted at him, "Don't forget to see you at the seaside at midnight."

"Why do you bully children?" Ursula blamed him hypocritically. "Look, let him run away with his childishness. You are not afraid of his parents coming to trouble you. You just blew up the parents' treasure cave in the morning."

"Didn't Mr. Lando do that?" Eric Holmes smiled. "I'm just an elf baby passing by. How can I have evil intentions?"

The two looked at each other and laughed unkindly.

"Where did the news that the two of them came to us come from? You probably don't have time to receive telegrams today."

asked Ursula curiously. "Did it pass the news through the goblins? Mr. Holmes also knows about the goblins? But I don't know if this village is because there are sea monsters and water-dwelling horses passing through the territory. I didn't see a goblin or goblin. , not to mention flower fairies."

"Of course not. I'm a man of science," said Eric Holmes. "You may not have noticed that the Whale Hotel is connected to a telephone line. There is a telephone in the proprietress's office. I called it early in the morning. Sherlock called."

"It seems that her business was really good before." The invention of the telephone in this world was 5 years earlier than the reality, and it officially entered the public life three years ago.But even so, the price of installing a phone is still very expensive.

"By the way, I remembered the Whale Hotel. When will we return Mr. Opal's father's belongings." Ursula suddenly remembered the dozen notebooks in her space bag.

"There's no need to rush this. If you give him now, he will probably be stuck. We haven't finished visiting the surrounding scenery yet, so it's good to enjoy it for a while before the night comes. Soon the two of us will be imprisoned in that big chimney in London." Already." Eric Holmes stretched.

The two of them found a clean lawn, lay down on it without any image, and looked at the sky.

"It's very gloomy, and it's going to rain a lot tonight," said Ursula, looking at the heavy blue-gray clouds in the sky. "It's not pleasant to go to the beach in the dark and in the rain. What if we get swept away by the tide, can you swim?"

"This is a sea battle. Are you sure that if that half-sea monster shows up again, you can hold him in the tide?"

"Isn't there still you here?" Eric leaned on his arms and looked up at the sky. "You prepare the pollen that has a coma effect, and spray him at any time."

"Did you steal my bag?" Ursula was speechless, "Why do you know everything I have?"

"Of course I know, because I'm a Sherlock Holmes." Eric laughed. "I'll squint for a while, I got up too early today. Please call me in two hours, lest I be woken up by the rain."

"Then go back to the hotel and sleep."

"No, let me feel the nature. There is no chance to lie in the wild like this." Eric asked.

In fact, he still didn't get enough sleep for two hours, because although the rain didn't fall half an hour later, the wind suddenly picked up, and Ursula was messed up by the wind blowing on the field, so he could only make the sleeping barrage smooth and unaffected at all. The affected half-elves are consumed.

"Ah Autumn!"

Ursula sneezed. "Please tell me when the wind blows before you experience nature next time. After all, I am still a weak human being."

"Sorry." Eric Holmes apologized sincerely, and very graciously brought her a fresh cup of hot tea. "It's my negligence. I really didn't pay attention to this. I'm not trying to defend myself, but it's true that I was sleeping on the back of the wind a few days ago, so I'm not sensitive to the wind element when I'm sleepy."

"Then will you catch the tail of the wind?" Ursula asked with interest. "Then shut the wind in the bottle."

"It's a little cruel, witch." The half-elf detective laughed. "I'll just jump on it when it passes the treetops, and hitch a ride."

"Then..." Ursula wanted to continue discussing this topic.

Dong dong dong, a knock on the door interrupted her.

"Mr. Holmes, Miss Watson! I heard from the boss that you are back! Would you like to chat?" An excited voice sounded outside the door.

"It's Mr. Opal. Tsk, you see, he's calling your name first. This is my suite." Ursula complained while holding her black tea.

"Hahaha, don't talk like meeting a rival in love. I'll send him away. You take some medicine and have a good rest, and we'll see you at night." Eric stood up and opened the door.

He didn't let Mr. Opal in, and didn't give him a chance to peek inside. He walked sideways to the corridor and closed the door behind him.

Ursula sighed and muttered about the big mistake, then pinched her nose and poured herself a bottle of special cold medicine.