Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"What is it, Mr. Opal?" Eric Holmes asked the visibly agitated folklorist, closing the door behind him.

"Where's Miss Watson?" Mr. Opal looked behind him.

"Resting. Do you have any business with her?" Little Holmes turned sideways.

Although it is still daytime now, due to the dim light brought before the storm, the corridors of this historic old building have also become very dim. Here, only a few wall lamps with low wattage are on, faintly With an orange shimmer, people will not be completely plunged into darkness, but it can't illuminate further places.

In this environment, half of Eric Holmes's upper body was illuminated by the light and was in the light, while the rest of his body and legs were engulfed in the darkness and blurred, and his handsome face became hazy as a result. stand up.

However, those silver eyes are still extraordinarily bright in this environment, as if they can shine by themselves.He just stood in front of his fiancée's door, showing no intention of letting the young scholar in.

Crack, clack, the beech branches outside the window at the end of the corridor were slapped towards the window frame by the sudden wind direction.Mr. Opal was taken aback. In this scene, those fairy tales he had heard told by old rural women in the countryside suddenly appeared in his mind inappropriately. look, to steal the bride, and take her into the air to go to another world with the tumbling clouds.

"Has she fallen asleep? I seem to have heard her voice just now." Mr. Opal didn't know that he had such a strange thought, and asked in a strange way.

Eric Holmes gave him a strange look: "I thought you came to talk to me about your new discovery."

He picked up the portable kerosene lamp placed on the small table outside the room for guests to travel at night, turned the mechanism, and took out a silver lighter to light it.

After adjusting the brightness, he turned to Mr. Opal and said, "Shall we go downstairs to the restaurant and drink tea? Ursula has caught a cold and needs to sleep for a while after taking the medicine."

"Oh, oh! Okay. You really shouldn't stand at the door and quarrel with her." Mr. Opal was completely woken up by the flame of the lighter.He patted himself on the forehead, feeling that he was simply bewildered, and would suspect that a gentleman who helped him was the incarnation of a demon.

He secretly decided that after the end of this study, he would completely leave work and take a good vacation, and he must go to a place where there are no messy legends to wash his brain.

Relying on the brightness of the kerosene lamp, the two walked down the completely dark stairs and walked into the empty restaurant.

The proprietress of the Whale Hotel was bored at the bar and was wiping the glass. When she saw two guests coming in, she immediately cheered up: "I need something, gentlemen. How about a hot muffin with black tea? We need a little sugar for this kind of weather." heat."

"Just as you said, please add more maple syrup to my share." Eric Holmes replied, and after watching the proprietress go to the back to prepare tea, he raised his chin to the folklorist sitting in front of his chest: "Please, Mr Opal, tell me about your new discovery."

"Yes, yes." Mr. Opal came back to his senses. "I think you should already know that Mr. Lando's treasure cave exposed this matter."

Eric nodded, motioning for him to continue.

Mr. Opal was actually a little at a loss, because the aura of Mr. Holmes sitting opposite him was completely different from that when they talked this morning.

In the early morning, Eric Holmes was alert, full of vitality and righteousness, even if he spoke harshly when he asked the truth, it was a reliable performance in his opinion.But the current gentleman seems to be a little less popular.

He desperately put aside his wild thoughts, and said seriously: "I found out that there is not actually a treasure trove over there, the real treasure trove is somewhere else."

As someone who had already browsed among the boxes of gold coins, Eric Holmes was intrigued. "Go on, please. If it's not the cave on the cliff, where is it?"

"It's right here, the Whale Hotel!" Mr. Opal said excitedly in a low voice. "Actually, after you and Miss Watson went out, I went to admire the whale slab over there for a while, and found something that I didn't notice at all. Then, there happened to be a cave on the other side of the cliff. All of a sudden , Things that I didn't understand before are all connected."

He motioned young Holmes to take out his father's notebook, and turned to page 37, on which was written in light blue ink the following little poem:

stormy night,

The cliff opened its secret dark eyes,

The singing whale will show the way,

That precious thing!

In the place of endless light.

Mr. Opal couldn't hide his excitement: "I didn't understand before, what is the meaning of the dark eye of the cliff in this little poem marked by my father as the treasure hunt song, but now I understand, you come with me Look at this slate."

He got up and took Eric Holmes to the end of the restaurant under the cultural relic stone slab that the proprietress was proud of.

"Look! Mr. Holmes, those luminous lines on the whale's voice, where did they go after they spread over the cliff?"

Eric Holmes re-examined the slate.

In addition to the whale, there are three sun-like objects in the sky, emitting chaotic lines expressing light.However, since it is an old stone painting, it is really difficult to distinguish those that express light and which are the wear and tear of the years.

But what is certain is that the lines shot out from the whale's mouth bypassed the slightly deeper sun on the cliff and spread to a big tree in the distance.

"This tree?" Eric hesitated.

"It's the oak tree outside the hotel. I asked the boss. That tree is said to be older than the hotel."

Eric Holmes stroked his chin. "Then are you going to try digging?"

"Of course, please be sure to witness this moment with me." Mr. Opal said excitedly.

"Tomorrow." He replied, "Even if our train is repaired, it won't be able to run in this weather, oil, so I will be here tomorrow, and I will dig with you when the weather turns fine."

"Okay, please, Mr. Holmes." Mr. Opal laughed. "To tell you the truth, your willingness to accompany me is really a great help."

"By the way, I have a clue about your father's relic. Maybe I can give it to you tomorrow."

Hearing this, Mr. Opal's eyes lit up, and now he completely threw away all doubts, and thanked him repeatedly.

"Hmm..." Sherlock Holmes stood under the train station sign and pondered for a while. "Let's go overnight without rest. Watson, can you hold on physically? We still need to rest."

"I'm fine, but why are you getting anxious again, Holmes?" Dr. Watson asked. The original plan was that they would rest in the town tonight and charter a car to Mannannan Village early tomorrow morning.

"Because I reckon that by the time tomorrow afternoon arrives, all the wonderful things will be over. Come on, let's rent a car." Sherlock Holmes flipped through his notebook and decided.

Dr. Watson watched as Holmes used a tip of three guineas to persuade the drivers who were unwilling to drive late in such a ghostly weather.

"Three guineas." Watson looked at Holmes disapprovingly. "You shouldn't give that much."

"It doesn't matter. This guy's driving skills are worth it. He used to be a transport soldier on the battlefield." Holmes said indifferently, "It's mainly for safety, and I will ask Eric to reimburse the cost."

"He came to claim the reimbursement?" Watson laughed. "Didn't you give him pocket money?"

"One size fits all." Holmes laughed too. "Our haste this time may do them a great favor."

The two got into the car and drove towards the eye of the storm shrouded in cumulonimbus clouds.

In the evening, the sky was completely invisible.A sweet boyish voice sounded from behind Eric Holmes.

"Good evening, Mr. Holmes. Are you expecting someone?"

Eric turned his head a little surprised, and saw a handsome big boy wearing a soft hat, with two fingers of his right hand across his forehead, saluting him lively. "Hi! Eric!"

"Ursula, hahaha, I said that the breath was obviously yours, but the voice was wrong." Little Holmes smiled and looked at Ursula's appearance in men's clothing. "How did you get your hair, wig?"

"Of course not. My hair is too long, and the wig will look unnatural. Of course, a little bit of the magic of the laurel wreath has been used." Ursula took off her hat and showed it to him. A small crown of hair stuck stubbornly on the head. "It's just that convenient. It can't be taken off."

"Don't complain, this is a treasure that many goblin lords can't ask for." Eric Holmes lowered his head and gently stroked the silver laurel that was firmly growing on Ursula's head.

"Is it that amazing?" Ursula doubted.Since she was touched by this hair crown, her life has been extremely inconvenient, and she has to consider its existence when doing hairstyles, and in this era, various hairstyles are popular.

"Of course, wear it well," Eric ordered, and then he praised Ursula's outfit again. "Perfect performance, your voice has changed, did you drink potions?"

"Yes, I don't know ventriloquist, ventriloquist, or voice-changing skills. Only one potion can make me look like a boy for twelve hours."

"Since the whole thing has changed, in fact, the long-haired handsome boy is quite good." The half-elf, who has been immersed in the goblin cultural circle since childhood, and has seen all kinds of beauties plundered by goblins, commented.

"But it's more in the way. I don't want to fight criminals with my thick wet hair on a rainy day." Ursula looked at his strange eyes, guessed what he was thinking, and rolled her eyes. "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes. The last goblin who tried to trick me into going to another world has already been hit by me."

"Oh, there is such a thing." The two said as they walked. Because of using the potion, Ursula, who was physically weak, became more agile, and she could barely keep up with the speed of little Holmes.

"What kind of elf?" Eric asked.

"A pervert who was possessed by a mermaid and ate the mermaid instead, but his mind is broken." Ursula didn't want to mention it. "In short, after being cleaned up by me, he ran away."

"Is that so." Little Holmes glanced at her face, but did not press on.

Both of them are bloodlines with excellent night vision. After walking silently, they arrived at the beach in a short while.

"Wait a minute first." Eric stopped a few hundred meters away from the cliff where the treasure cave was located, and looked into the distance for a while.His superhuman half-elven vision played a big role here.Even though it was a dark night, he could clearly see several figures climbing up the stone wall and entering the cave.

"Tsk, there seems to be trouble."