Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

There are many things that are common all over the world and will not be different because of geographical changes, such as tourist souvenir vendors who sell cheap goods at high prices, fake beggars who pretend to be down and out, and magic sticks who never speak clearly.

False psychics will say that the secrets of heaven cannot be leaked and ambiguous, but it happens that the real ones do the same thing.Ursula's problem this time seems to have nothing to do with the future, but it has actually affected the direction of fate.

"Who is Moriarty?" If this specific question is asked to an intelligence dealer, then the name may be given directly, but if you choose to use divination to find the answer, you can only see various things and fate lines related to it .

So it's not that Margaret didn't want to throw a name at her bluntly, it's just that she didn't know that the picture displayed in the crystal ball was the information given after the magic was triggered by this question.

The fortuneteller only lists the information, and the answer to the information still depends on the questioner himself.

Ursula certainly didn't expect to find the source of London's strangeness in this way, but she could find the closest thing to the source through divination, such as~

[I saw something fall from the clock tower,

I saw something sit up from the shell,

someone is crying

The mirror in the room is empty,

Is it alive?

is it real?

left or right]

"Are the left and right mirrors still related to Miss Rose?" Ursula folded the papers and put them away. After sending Helena off, she returned to the house on Baker Street and planned to study the mirrors again.

Unexpectedly, since the living room on the second floor was brightly lit, Ursula went upstairs carefully, and found that Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson were sitting there eating a supper that was obviously made by elves.

It is obviously impossible for Sherlock and his uncle to take the initiative to order the elf, so it is obvious who is the one who serves the tea and takes the initiative to be courteous.

She glanced at Hook who was smiling obsequiously, and she didn't know how the other party persuaded the elf who didn't like him to work. Those snacks were obviously freshly baked.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Ursula was inexplicably guilty, and glanced at the wall clock quickly. Although Dr. Watson was no longer worried about the safety of Ursula going out alone after those unscientific things were exposed in front of Dr. Watson's eyes, but, Coming back to this point, it's still a bit too much.

"Go to fortune-telling."

Mr. Holmes put down his teacup, without reproach at all: "The kind of spices that are often ordered on the gypsy mobile divination car, but the taste is very weak. I don't think it has been indoors for a long time, so you tested it outdoors?"

"Ha, it's in the alley next to the Huguenot Theater. The wall over there has just been painted. Because of the city hall's art district renovation plan, a new natural paint developed by a few self-proclaimed modern artists, a kind of pigment , mud and straw, although it seems to me that it is just a copy of some exotic folk architecture. Hmm... Look, it seems that you have found a real psychic." He looked at the chair that Ursula had randomly placed on the chair. The corners of the cloak with a little dust on it showed an interested look.

"That's right, it's a pity that it wasn't at a séance, which is strange." Ursula said, "I didn't attend a real séance, and no one who claimed to be possessed by the omnipotent was real. "

"None."

"Not a single game," said Ursula firmly.

"This is a bit strange." Mr. Holmes sat up straight: "Since you are looking for the way of the noble lady who is obsessed with qualified artists, as far as I know, there are a few psychics in their circle who often consult. Officially registered guy."

"Huh?!" Ursula was shocked, she always thought that this side of London was a kind of no-go zone.

"According to my plan, you will meet them in the first few games." Mr. Holmes thought thoughtfully.

"It seems that several well-known psychics have not organized a meeting this month." Ursula recalled: "Helena mentioned it to me."

"Speaking of which, why did you ask me to investigate the spirit meeting?"

"Of course, to see if there is a spirit coming," said Mr. Holmes.

"Huh?" Ursula couldn't understand.

"Advent... the real psychic who suddenly didn't organize a seance." Dr. Watson broke into the conversation suddenly: "Holmes, do you mean that they actually summoned something out of season, just like Faust. "

Ursula was suddenly enlightened by Dr. Watson's statement, and she contacted the wanted criminals who inexplicably appeared in the belly of the smelly fish at the pier: "Those corpses are sacrifices or nourishment."

"No, they are soldiers." Mr. Holmes shook his head: "Let us infer the behavior of these people according to the situation involving the occult."

"These murderers were wanted by Scotland Yard. They either hid in hiding or changed their appearance. They never wanted to die. But they died, collectively, at the same time and in the same place"

"Even curses and magic have limits. What brings these cautious guys together to die without resistance."

"No resistance?" repeated Ursula.

"Lestrade told me that although a small part of their body tissues were corroded by the sea water and the belly of the fish, there was indeed no such fatal injury, and of course no poison was tested. "

"The magic testers serving Scotland Yard said that their souls are not near the body, and there is a strong magic residue in the body, which has the nature of material transformation." Mr. Holmes said.

"If..." Ursula thought for a while, "If we combined our experience of going to Egypt, I would think that they were as deluded as those girls who went to be sacrifices to the river god."

"Why not combine?" Dr. Watson suddenly raised his voice: "That Miss Rose's commission is very strange, her lover is also very strange, and the matter at the port is also very strange, and Miss Rose is the victim of the incident in Egypt , or participants."

"And material transformation is alchemy, isn't that little Mr. Rose an alchemist? Besides, strange things happened as soon as they returned to London." Dr. Watson justified his words, and he glanced at his friend.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Holmes did not express any objection to Dr. Watson's opinion, but turned to her.

"What do you think? Ursula."

"I think..." Ursula glanced at Hook, who was pretending not to exist, and she didn't want to say anything. Ever since she discovered that the strange things might come from the sea, she had doubts about Hook. Even if this guy didn't participate, he still Definitely know something inside.

So she wasn't sure if she should analyze her clues in front of him.

dong dong dong.

Ursula's speech was interrupted by a violent knock on the door, or rather a knock on the door, accompanied by shouts.That voice was familiar to Ursula and the others, from Lestrade.

"Mr. Holmes! Are you here?"

"It seems that something important has happened." Mr. Holmes stood up, picked up his coat and hat, and went downstairs.

"Great, you are here." Lestrade panted heavily, "You must go and see with me." His tone was panicked like never before.

"What happened?" said Mr. Holmes gravely.

"The dead on the pier, whether they were in the stomachs of fish or wearing seal skins." Lestrade tried to calm himself down as much as possible, and his tone was full of doubts about the world.

"All resurrected, at least a few! Witnesses saw them robbing an antique shop on Rue Haume. Is this possible?"

"Are you sure?" Mr. Holmes asked solemnly.

"I'm sure that our person patrolling the street also witnessed the scene. He has memorized all the arrest warrants and knows that some of these people have been confirmed dead, so he was stunned and had no courage to approach those ghosts."

"We also had an eyewitness who proved to us that this was not the hallucination of that poor frightened young man," Lestrade said. "He said he had seen pictures in the newspapers and recognized some of them Personally. We have taken him to Scotland Yard for protection, of course for surveillance, because it is suspicious that he is there alone in the middle of the night, and his house is on the other side of London."

"What is the name of that witness?" demanded Mr. Holmes.

Ursula looked at Inspector Lestrade's complex expression, and suddenly had a premonition.

The next moment, this premonition was confirmed.

"Coincidentally, it's our old acquaintance this month." Lestrade said with a toothache expression: "It's that Ronald Thompson, counting this time, it's the fourth time, and it's still a supernatural field. "

Under the background of this era, it is naturally not suitable for Ursula to go to Scotland Yard with them at this time on the bright side, so she sent Dr. Watson a delicate notebook, hoping that her uncle could come back and tell her .

As for the umbral that Mr. Holmes asked to be brought, the other party still looks like a clever young man, but she doesn't expect any clues from the other party's perspective, and to be honest, she doesn't understand that Sherlock is bringing him. What is the idea of ​​following the other party to the scene.

Ursula watched the carriage drive away from the window on the second floor, drew the curtains and began to organize her thoughts.

"Anyway, while that guy Hook is away, I'll take out the mirror and study it first." Ursula thought, and went to get the bag she put on the coffee table as soon as she entered the door.

After a moment, she looked up angrily.

"Eric Holmes!"

In the mirror box that was originally placed in the bag, there was no Helen's mirror that Miss Rose gave her. Instead, there was a rose tied with a golden ribbon, and some kind of magic was cast on it to ensure that it would not Withering away from being locked in a box, and a terribly neat note.

[Borrow it, but will not return it.

e·h]

To emphasize that the note was indeed written in his own hand, that Eric guy also put a name spell on the name, which made the whole thing even more hateful.

"Ah~ Chirp! Ah Chirp!"

In a university town some distance away from London, Eric was packing his luggage, and then sneezed twice in succession.

James Bruno, who was sitting on a chair in his room with his arms folded, looked at him curiously: "Do half-elves catch a cold too?"

"Is this someone scolding me?" Eric rubbed his nose and smiled wryly.

"Look at your expression, it's Miss Ursula." James Bruno curled his lips, "I asked you to go back on the weekend, but you didn't. Now that there are so many classes, you have to ask for leave in a hurry."

"Speaking of which, you set off so suddenly tomorrow morning, can't it be because of Miss Ursula?" He thought of the long-haired person who looked exactly like little Sherlock Holmes mentioned by his classmates, and felt that something was wrong. More and more strange.

"Or I'll go back together!" He said suddenly, "I can help you if there is anything, and I am a knight sworn to Miss Ursula anyway."

"...If you don't add the latter sentence, I'll think about it." Eric closed the suitcase and raised his eyebrows.

"But I still want you to go back, but not now. The time will be different from mine, and it will be secret. Would you like to help me?"

"What do I need to do?" James Bruno asked.

"Help me investigate a person, you should know this person." Eric smiled slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"His name is Ronald Thompson."