Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The night is still dark, or it is not an exaggeration to say that for these young people living in university towns, the night has just begun. Judging from the lighting situation of the student apartment, very few people chose to go to bed early, and the sound of the car engine attracted many people to poke their heads out of the windows and cast a curious glance at the late-night visiting car.

At this time, James Bruno was standing in the special seat outside the gate, standing at the door with an indescribable expression on his face.

"I remember what you just told me was to leave early tomorrow morning."

"That's right, tomorrow morning, it's already the next day, isn't it?" Eric took out his pocket watch and shook it at him: "Three o'clock in the morning is a good time."

He had just put the suitcase in place and was about to get in the car now.

"Where did you find this car?" Mr. Bruno Jr. glanced warily at the taciturn driver with the brim of his hat pressed down very low. He felt that it was not a good idea to drive at night.

"My father sent it, it's absolutely reliable, don't worry." Eric patted him on the shoulder and lowered his voice: "I'll leave that to you."

Then he sat down neatly in the back seat of the car.

The car turned around and headed out of the city.

"I was sent by that Mr. Holmes?" After leaving the university city, the driver suddenly said in a relaxed Tao Kan tone. He took off his hat and showed a handsome face. It was Ursu An old friend of Eric's whom La once met, Dr. Lester, the forensic doctor who performed the autopsy on the troubles caused by Bruno's house.

"If you make up your mind to laugh at me, there are too many opportunities ahead, so please concentrate on driving before then, my dear friend." Eric opened the suitcase in the back seat and opened A secret interlayer, and a long black wig was drawn from it.

"God!" Dr. Lester quickly adjusted the rearview mirror and stopped looking back.

"You should say hello anyway." He complained, and Eric laughed in response. At this time, the young Mr. Holmes had put the wig on his head, set up a square mirror with a box, With the half-elf's good night vision, he began to adjust his hairstyle.

It is reasonable to say that Dr. Lester should be quite courageous as a forensic doctor, but his mysterious physique of always being dumped before marriage finally brought him some "furry" troubles this month, which led him to go out with each other now. The impression of people with long hair is no longer the beautiful impression drawn by painters such as Titian, but the shadow of life.This is also the reason why he appeared in the University City. Once Eric returned to England, he immediately took a long vacation after being tortured for more than half a month, and then came to the University City with him.

Although the trouble has been driven away now, Dr. Lester's mental damage will take a long time to heal.

He carefully adjusted back to the rearview mirror and looked at his friend in the back row who had tied up his hair: "What's the point of this hairstyle? If you want to change clothes, just changing a strange hairstyle is not good for people who know your face." use."

"It means a lot~

The young detective bewitched the silver chains wrapped around the black wig, golden spots of light covering the silver essence.

"Probably, it will give me one less spanking and one more day of probation."

"I heard that Eric will be back tomorrow for a few days?" Dr. Watson asked cautiously, looking at Ursula who was spreading jam on the toast.

It was so unnatural that even Holmes put down the paper and turned his attention.

Ursula, who never eats jam in the morning, or refuses all sweet breakfasts, put two tablespoons of jam on the bread.

"It seems so." Ursula took a bite of the bread and said through gritted teeth, "I'm looking forward to it~"

"..."

This was definitely not the expected reaction, and Dr. Watson winked at Holmes, motioning for him to say something.

His best friend winked in acceptance, then turned to the girl who was chewing the bread like it was someone else's.

"Ursula." The man's uncle said kindly, "I'm on your side."

After the great detective of Baker Street stated his position, he picked up the half-read newspaper again and entered his daily life.

In this regard, Dr. Watson was speechless. As Eric's relatives, he had such an attitude. How could he help Eric speak to mediate the conflict between the two young people.

After breakfast, he watched Ursula's leaving back, looked at his friend dissatisfied, and planned to accuse him of inappropriate standing in line in the morning.

"Holmes, you shouldn't..."

Dr. Watson paused. The armchair was empty.

"Go and change your clothes, Watson." The disappearing Sherlock Holmes rushed out of the room. He had already changed his clothes for going out. He buttoned his coat while calling to his friend.

"Let's go watch the fun!"

"Look at the fun," Dr. Watson repeated blankly.

"Quick, let's go out first, and I'll tell you on the way." Mr. Holmes grabbed his hat from the hat rack and went downstairs first: "I'll call for a carriage first."

When he was sitting in the carriage, Dr. Watson still hadn't recovered. Curiosity about what seemed to be an unexpected incident and dissatisfaction with Holmes' behavior of not persuading peace but fighting in his head in the morning were fighting in his mind. He didn't know for a while. Ask which is better first.

"Be careful, follow closely, and don't be spotted by the other party!" Holmes urged the other party as he pulled the carriage to face the driver's board.

"Don't worry, Mr. Holmes!"

"What are we going to do to see the excitement?" In the end, his curiosity prevailed. He temporarily put aside the relationship between his young couple and asked the smiling Holmes across the way.

"Oh, Watson, haven't you noticed? We are following the carriage in which Ursula is traveling!"

"What are you talking about, Holmes!" Dr. Watson raised his voice as he watched his friend. "Following Ursula! Is she in trouble?"

"Don't be nervous, my friend. Didn't I tell you earlier? We are going to watch some fun." Holmes hurriedly reassured the doctor.

"What's so exciting about Ursula?" Dr. Watson looked suspicious.

"I'm talking about Eric's hilarity."

Oh, Eric's, then it's all right.

wrong!Dr. Watson suddenly found that his thoughts were being abducted by getting along with these unconventional guys every day, and the two of them shouldn't watch Eric's excitement.

"Didn't he return to the city tomorrow?"

Dr. Watson said with some uncertainty, because he still remembered the guy with long hair who suspected Eric he saw a few days ago.

"No, he came back today. It should be said that he has already entered the city. Before breakfast, I received a note from the informant who helped me pay attention to whether there were any strange people in the city this week, saying that a young man with strange long hair One came into town early in the morning in a Ford."

"Long hair! That man is really Eric!" Dr. Watson immediately realized. "But... what's so exciting about this?"

"Isn't it lively enough? Ursula didn't know that he would be here today, with his long hair." Holmes smiled gloatingly, showing no sympathy for his nephew.

"Sherlock Holmes!" Dr. Watson was a little angry: "I wanted to talk about you this morning, and it's fine if you don't help me adjust, but I still want to watch the excitement."

"No, Watson, I've adjusted." Holmes raised his index finger and shook it. "Didn't I already declare my position? I'm on Ursula's side."

"This is not called adjustment." Dr. Watson yelled, he knew that he should not expect his friend's emotional intelligence in terms of relationship.

"You don't understand, my dear doctor." Mr. Holmes put away his smile, and his expression became serious: "It's time to stand in line, and Eric also understands this truth, so he is back now."

"Even though he is my nephew, because of his "blood" and his identity in another world, I am sure of his current position, so in this case I will take Ursula's side."

"What position are we talking about, isn't it an emotional matter?"

"It's a relationship, but it's also a war. London's Troy is about to start. Just wait and see, Watson. You have to read carefully the reaction of the two people when they meet later. This is related to the future of London's magic test. "

Ursula didn't notice that there was a carriage following her at all. The man who drove Mr. Holmes's carriage was a robber who had turned his career and had a top-notch anti-detection skill.

She was going to the Black Swan grocery store again today. The reason why Eric took away Helen's mirror must be related to that store.

"She disappeared." Dr. Watson looked at Ursuu's figure in surprise as he turned a corner and disappeared. "What shall we do now, Watson?"

"Wait. Don't go any further, you will be discovered." Holmes looked at the dilapidated shop, retreated to the corner, and then opened the two small saddles he was carrying, motioning for the doctor to sit down. "Eric told me that there is a registered magic item shop there."

Dr. Watson's eyes lit up.

"If my push is correct, Eric is also inside now." He looked at his watch: "Let's sit for a while, and immediately retreat to the entrance of the alley in 5 minutes."

At this time, Ursula, who knew nothing, stepped into the shop, and she couldn't help blinking at the situation in the shop.

At this point, all the goblins in London are asleep, and the humans on the magic side are basically night owls, and they won't be interested in visiting the item store early in the morning, so there are only two people in the store at this time, except for the owner, two people who are very familiar, Ursula realized for a moment that she had turned back time to yesterday.

First, the suspicious Mr. Thompson I met yesterday is still in the store today for some reason, and then...

"Eric Holmes!"

Ursula called the other party's name directly.

The figure with the hair tied up with a gold chain visibly stiffened for a moment, but he returned to normal immediately. He greeted Miss Witch with a normal expression.

"Hi, Ursula, seeing you again."

"Yes, we meet again, Mr. Thief."

"Thief..." Eric was stunned. He looked at Ursula's eyes full of anger, and then followed the focus of her gaze to the mirror he was holding.

In fact, the young detective who rushed here early in the morning just received a notification to pick up the goods, suddenly understood the current situation in a blink of an eye.

He cheated himself!