Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

No, there are still differences.

Once, Ursula also had such a commemorative coin, which she put on the bookshelf with great solemnity and other surroundings bought from the Sherlock Holmes Museum, Block B, No. 221 Baker Street.

When she got home, she lit the gas lamp, carefully looked at the front and back of the coin, and when she saw the engraved letters on it, she didn't know whether she should be relieved or regretful.

Conan Doyle was born in 1859, so the commemorative coin commemorating his 160th anniversary was issued in 2019, but the year engraved on the back of this coin is 2014.

"Sherlock Holmes, was born on January 1854, 1 so this coin commemorates Sherlock's 6th birthday."

Ursula threw the coin on the desk and took a deep breath. She was sure that the coin was indeed from the future, and now her future, Block B, 221 Baker Street was not a fictional reconstruction of the London Tourist Board, but a real one. the future of existence.

"Wait a minute!" Ursula sat up straight all of a sudden, "Eric's hair!"

It’s impossible for this coin to fall into Margaret’s hands by jumping through time and space. Combined with Eric’s operation of hiding in the university city in a hurry without explaining what he said recently, she has a strange but Reasonable guess.

Ursula flicked open the wardrobe, and now she needed to prove one thing.

"You said, Ursula went out early in the morning?" Miss Siren and Miss Helena met at the door of Block A, 221 Baker Street, and rushed to nothing.

"Yes, Miss." The concierge handed out two apology notes through the crack of the door: "This is from our lady."

"..." The two looked at each other for a while, and Helena extended the invitation first.

"Let's have tea together."

"Okay!" Miss Kraken noticed the faint fluctuation of magic power concentrated in the other party's eyes, and smiled.

The friendship of the girls on Baker Street has been newly developed with a cup of black tea, but the boys in the university town 50 miles away from London have no chance to drink morning tea.

"What's the matter with this schedule!" James Bruno complained as he pedaled his bicycle quickly, "How can there be classrooms arranged like this, one is in the east of the university town, and the other is in the west."

"Because there are few people who double majored in chemistry and law." Eric said unhurriedly: "You..."

He suddenly slammed on the brakes and looked ahead with an expression of extreme astonishment.

"Holmes, what's the matter with you?" James Bruno was shocked by his sudden operation and jumped out of the car. The unmanned bicycle moved forward for a while, and fell crookedly on the side of the road.

It was the first time he saw Eric with such an almost terrified expression.

"What did you see..." James Bruno followed Eric's line of sight.

"Ah!" He was startled and exclaimed involuntarily.

In front of them, there was a person with a strong sense of presence looking at them across the crowd. He didn't avoid his gaze, but instead showed an extremely nasty smile provocatively.

It was a face that was exactly the same as that of Eric Holmes, the only difference between the two was that the other had long hair tied up.

"Ah! Holmes!" James Bruno suddenly turned his head to confirm the position of his friend: "He! You!"

"She knows." The moment he turned his head, Eric suddenly thought of something, and his astonished expression turned into a kind of helplessness.

"Her." James was so startled by this scene that he could only spit out words for a while.

Eric watched the man with his face point his hand at me, made a "bang" mouth shape, and then turned away quickly, feeling that he was really in danger this time, in various senses .

"That's Ursula, and she's got me."

Ursula hopped into the carriage, imitating Eric, and quickly began the next round of disguises.

Thanks to that strange lady "Margaret" for her tip, after testing this honest Eric in the class just now, she can confirm with 80.00% certainty that the long-haired Eric who is wandering around the city of London Rick's identity.

Whether it is folklore or fantasy novels, there is a common saying about time travel on the same timeline, that is, the future self must not meet the past self, otherwise an irreversible disaster will occur.

Eric's subconsciously surprised expression proved this to her. The young detective's first reaction was not that he was impersonated, but why he was here

Combined with the fact that the other party did not return to London on weekends, it was obvious that she realized her mistake but made up a reason to pay homage to Sherlock's feigned death in order to maintain the cold war between her and the other party.

All Eric's erratic behavior was to avoid his future self, and for this reason he also isolated himself from the possibility of returning to London for the weekend, or Ursula visiting him during this time.

"His time travel this time is related to me."

To be honest, Ursula had never thought about time travel. Even with a living example like hers, she felt that such a thing was unlikely to happen.

"What role does Margaret play in it?" Ursula hid her long hair under a wig with difficulty, and covered it with a hat, and checked the effect in the mirror.

She didn't take off the mask on her face, just changed her hairstyle.Now that the face is changed, it is necessary to maximize the value, and scare two "Erics" with one make-up is enough to pay back.

"Where are we going next? Master." The air monster who was dug out to drive the car in broad daylight yawned and asked lazily. They just took a shortcut from the fairy world and entered the city of London.

"With no destination, you run around the districts of London where goblins and magic testers gather," Ursula said, looking out the car window.

She opened the map pocket watch, and the street model of the city of London slowly unfolded as the carriage drove.

At this time a well-dressed young man was striding forward along a dirt track along the Thames, his long black hair was well tied back, and a gold chain that looked like honey-coloured amber dyed the color of fire was hanging down. It swayed as he walked.

"Hmm." He looked at the sky, as if confirming something: "Are you looking for me?"

"It's really exciting!" The silver eyes were full of smiles.

He didn't hide his presence.Ursula rested her chin and thought, this must be on purpose, almost shouting to herself: "Come and see me!"

"But Margaret's prophecy should have been beyond his plan." Ursula raised her hand to comb the hair of Miss Black Rose sitting next to her, and the same magic power flowed on the two "people" sitting side by side .

"Otherwise, Eric in the university city couldn't be so surprised. Although the two "hes" can't meet, there is a certain tacit understanding."

"As for where did this tacit understanding come from?"

Ursula suddenly asked the demon knight who seemed to be driving honestly in the front: "Wickinson!"

"Here!" The demon knight put away his constant slander against Miss Witch, and sat upright.

"Can you be summoned to the human world, or the conditions for you to come to the human world on your own initiative?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Wigginson froze for a moment, then looked back at the girl behind him behind the glass.

"For example, your old business is robbing brides. Do you go up to rob someone when the other party has no lover? Or rob the groom."

"Of course not. I can only snatch the marriage contract 'maiden'. This is a loophole left to us by the law. Oh, it's not a gift." He pulled the rein and turned his head to Ursula and said to Ursula, emphasizing the word "maiden".

"Girl, a marriage contract is the first condition for me to cross the line drawn by the law between elves and humans. Otherwise, the wind I whipped up with magic power will treat them like the two of us are now, as if separated by a piece of glass." , in two spaces."

"If that's what you're asking, I can tell you, no." The demon knight gave his little master a strange look: "Why are you asking this suddenly? Don't you know the rules best?" He recalled the other party The decisiveness when accepting his name, and the attitude towards all kinds of goblins in London after meeting again, I don't understand what she is thinking.

He had never seen a human being who was more cautious than this witch. She had enough magic power to crush most elves, but she never took a step beyond the law.

"I just want to make sure of one thing." Ursula smiled.

Wigginson couldn't help but shudder at the friendly expression on Ursula's now half-elf face.

"By the way, the condition for a guy with fairy blood to appear in front of humans is a moonless starry night."

On the banks of the Thames, Ursula stopped the carriage, and when she got out of the carriage with her Miss Rose on her arm, she inadvertently asked the Demon Knight one more question.

"And is it possible for her to appear in London on a moonlit night?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Demon Knight said firmly.

"I see. You go and send a message to Mademoiselle Helena. I will ask her to meet you at the Huguenot Theater tonight, the opera of the De Ryschquet brothers."

"Hey... okay." Wigginson narrowed his eyes and looked at the back of Miss Witch walking with the puppet he controlled in the form of a half-elf.

"What kind of strange love pattern is this? Is it because I am too old to understand young people today?"

This year happens to be three hundred years old, and among the demons in the sky, it is definitely the younger generation of demon knights who have scratched their heads.