Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Another Helen."

After the umbral released the messenger seagull raised by the Ivy, he returned to the desk. He sighed that he had been troubled for almost a year, and threw himself into the armchair to look through the materials sent to him by his subordinates in the past few days.

"Let me see, huh, the old gods, the self-appointed enforcers, oh, and those little goblins, one after the other got involved." He suddenly cheered up, his face full of anticipation of London's possible arrival. Da Luan wasn't worried at all, but was full of excitement to intervene.

If Ursula had been there, the sight of this must have raised the alarm for a fellow of goblin blood another notch.

They have their own set of likes and dislikes, and satisfy themselves to the maximum within the gap of the law. The joys and sorrows of human beings have nothing to do with them, they only care about their own mood.

"Are you so happy?"

"Of course, how interesting!" Umbrella flicked the parchment and said happily.

Then, he froze suddenly. There was no one else in the house except the porter who barely stepped out of his room, and the house goblin who had sworn sharply that he would never stay in a room alone with him.

So, who is talking to him?

"It's you," Umbrella hurriedly stuffed the parchment into the drawer: "Why are you back?"

"Aren't you welcome?" The black-haired young man twirled his top hat in his hand, threw it on the small table beside him, picked a clean glass from the tray, and poured himself a glass from the decanter. wine.

"I opened such a good wine in broad daylight." He took a sip of the wine, squinting at the wine bottle that was randomly placed on it, covered with dust representing years of storage.

"Wine from Tokay, Hungary, of this quality, whose cellar have you robbed?"

The umbral giggled: "Should I give you a few bottles to take away and drink up? The source of the goods has nothing to do with ordinary humans."

"No, I have no place to collect these. If you really want to give them away, ask the concierge to send a few bottles to the side." The black-haired young man lowered his eyes while holding the wine glass.

"Okay, but..." Umbrella nodded, closed the drawer, and called the name of the young man who came suddenly and quietly: "I said, Eric, why didn't you say hello when you came back? I just mailed the letter a few minutes ago." There was a bit of ridicule in his tone

"It's agreed to be calm, why don't we meet?"

Eric just smiled at this, and then he put down his glass and looked at Hook seriously.

"I'm here to ask you for information."

"What information." Umber pretended not to understand anything: "The latest one by the lovely Miss Witch was just sent out by Seagull, you have to go back to the University City to read it yourself."

"Hook, don't be stupid, I said 'Helen'." Eric glanced at the umbral lightly. "And the absurd London battlefield activities, you also participated in it, didn't you?"

"You've misunderstood me, I just sold some information, hoping that this scene will be more exciting." Umbrella quickly waved his hand.

"I know, otherwise I would not have come to you for information, but sent you to Merlin's air prison." Eric said coldly, "I don't want the ones you sold, I want the ones you read for yourself." .”

"This is against the rules... Uh, but the rules can be changed!" Umbrella subconsciously refused, and if Eric, a detective, was involved, the result of this matter would definitely become boring, but his ability to deal with danger The seventh sense of his gaze made his blurted words turn a corner.

"Don't be so extravagant, what's the deal with your own people?" He laughed, then pulled out the drawer that had just been closed, and took out a stack of parchment.

"It's all here, let's see."

Eric dragged him over unceremoniously, quickly checked and got up early.

A few minutes later, he pulled out a piece of paper that was indistinguishable from other parchments, rolled it up quite casually, and put it in his coat pocket.

"Okay, I'll take this and go." The black-haired detective picked up his top hat and put it on, making a gesture of leaving.

"Okay, don't you want to stay for lunch? You... What's next?" The umbral noticed that the other party was wearing a very formal full dress.

"Yes, I'm going to a grand banquet." Mr. Detective turned his face sideways, supported the brim of his hat, and smiled slightly.

"Oh!" The umbral curled up in the armchair and waved his hand lazily: "Then I won't send it off."

"See you later, my friend."

Hu Ke opened the curtains and watched Eric's back disappear into the street. The other's hair was tied up by an extremely thin golden chain, and the waist-length black hair tails swayed in the air following the other's steps. It made an arc, and then hung obediently on the back of the black dress coat.

"Huh, I forgot to ask him just now, when did his hair grow so long?" Hook sat back with his knees hugged: "The hair rope is golden and pretty."

He stayed with his head up for a while, his obsession with the professional gold of pirates made him unable to recall the details of the golden hair band, but after a while he threw the episode aside: "Forget it, next time Ask when you write."

In a student apartment in a university town some distance from London, a young man knocked on the door next to his room: "Holmes! It's time to go out. You can't be late for today's class."

"Here, ready, let's go now." The young detective pressed his straw hat on his black hair, the end of which was just pressed a little behind the ears, revealing the extraordinarily fair complexion of the half-elf blood neck.

He turned the key on the door lock lightly, then stuffed the key into the pocket of his light-colored striped coat, raised his silver eyes, and smiled at the young man who urged him.

Some silvery metallic luster came out as he straightened his collar.

"You have this too." The young man showed a strange expression. "I remember Miss Ursula wearing a similar silver chain."

"I have a good memory. This is the agreement between me and Ursula. Since it is an agreement, we must be a couple." Eric looked at his expression and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, why don't you call me by my name?" , dear James."

"It was you who asked us to call each other by name." The young detective said with a smile as he looked at James Bruno, a classmate who also enrolled this year.

"Because I don't think it's appropriate for me to call you by your name now." The second son of the Bruno family shrugged: "For my family's standpoint, I don't have the face to say that I am your friend now. But I still hope you Call me James, the surname Bruno, I don't want to hear it yet."

"There is no need to be like this. You have not participated in those things, and in this situation, you and Miss Bruno are considered separated from the family."

"I don't know," sighed James Bruno.

These two young people were riding bicycles on the streets of the university town, and beside them were many young people of the same age who either walked or rode bicycles.

It was a sunny day, and he was enjoying his youthful college years, but the mood of this big boy who was once full of confidence and set his goal of surpassing his father and brother was covered with a heavy haze.

When Ursula and the others went to Egypt, he and his sister went through a very difficult mental journey, and then separated from Bruno's family in life.

"It's just that the resources of Bruno's family are not being used now." He clenched the handlebar tightly: "But this can't erase the 19 years of my life before. My body and mind are thickly engraved with the mark of Bruno's family."

"Even though my college tuition is now paid by myself, I can go to school here without the influence of my previous life."

"Obviously enjoying the family's resources but spurning them, maybe I can be regarded as a very hypocritical person in the eyes of those clansmen!"

"Do you regret it?" Eric stopped the car and turned around and asked him, "Do you regret choosing this life?"

"I don't regret it," James Bruno said without hesitation.

"That's enough, you are worthy of anyone's friend." The young detective patted the young man's shoulder tenderly.

"By the way, since we are friends." Under James Bruno's moved expression, Eric clenched his right fist and tapped the palm of his left hand, with an unusually friendly expression: "It's not very unusual to swear to your best friend's fiancée to be a knight." Is it appropriate?"

"..." James Bruno was silent for a moment, and then instantly withdrew his moved expression, revealing the flamboyant smile that Eric and Ursula had when they first met him: "Then I'll be your rival in love."

The two of them seemed to be competing all the way, chasing me all the way to the teaching building, and just stopped the car, a classmate who was also riding a bike to class greeted them.

"Good afternoon! Hey, Holmes." The other party approached warmly: "I thought you were late for class!"

"Why do you say that?" Eric froze for a moment.

"Aren't you still in the city at noon? You said you are going to participate in some activities, have you finished?" The classmate looked at Eric's refreshing outwear, and asked curiously: "Did you come back by car? I'm faster, I don't have time to change clothes when I set off earlier than you."

"Sherlock Holmes" James Bruno looked at each other in surprise: "Did you go out this morning?"

The young detective narrowed his eyes, then smiled: "Yeah, I went into the city."

"Scared me to death!" The student was a little disturbed by the atmosphere of the person involved in this conversation, but now he breathed a sigh of relief: "Bruno's question just now I thought it was the wrong person? Like your brother or something of."

"Alas..." Bruno frowned, and glanced at Holmes, who had a calm expression.

This classmate of theirs is a very talkative guy who has a detached personality. After this topic passed, he immediately talked with them about the content of today's class.

"I heard Wall taught him..."

The three of them went up the stairs together, and Eric's pace was always fast, so he took the lead, because the building they were studying in was a Gothic building built in the [-]th century, and the spiral staircase at the side door was only two people side by side. Passed, several boys who are not too small have any intention of huddling together, so this lively classmate stopped for a while, and the second one went up the steps. At this time, Eric had already gone up several levels .

"Uh..." The young man had a hesitant expression on his face. He stared at the back of Eric's head all the way up the stairs, and finally couldn't help but speak before entering the classroom.

"Did you wear a wig this morning, Holmes?"