Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Watson stood by the window, looking at the young man who had just entered his room ten minutes ago, and hurried out the door. He squinted his eyes and tried to identify with some difficulty. The car stopped silently. Next door, it was like a carriage that appeared out of nowhere.

"Maybe it just appeared suddenly." Dr. Watson thought, "Normal carriages don't give people such an abrupt feeling, but what's wrong?"

"Uh..." He rubbed his eyes, and moved closer to the window, trying to understand why this ordinary rental carriage made him feel this way.

"Don't stare too long, Watson." Holmes stepped forward, glanced down, and then abruptly drew the curtain, interrupting the doctor's gaze.

"It's good to be curious, but some things don't cross the line."

"Sherlock Holmes! I saw...that carriage has no horses!" Dr. Watson yelled out after his observation was interrupted by his friend.

"There is a horse, but you can't see it." Holmes looked at him with some worry, and he didn't relax until the doctor called out, and slumped back into the armchair. "But if you see important details in that untimely observation, you will find that there are two sets of horse ropes in the air that are tightly collapsed. Although the carriage itself is in a parked state, it is shaking, which shows that the cart is pulling. The horse is restless and unruly, and if it hadn't been for the driver's suppression, it might have broken free and escaped immediately."

"And you who are fascinated upstairs may also be taken away by it as a prey."

"...But you just watched it, well, you just took a look, and you weren't fascinated." Dr. Watson murmured.

"One glance is enough, even if it's a ghost horse, as long as it's in a real carriage, there are still traces in the eyes of detectives."

"So you can't see either." Dr. Watson was a little slow to react now. He sat back in his seat and took a sip of the tea that had been cold for a long time before he realized the meaning of Holmes' words just now.

"It's a good thing not to be seen, Watson. If possible, I hope you and I will never see it." Holmes picked up the pipe that had just been thrown on the tea tray because he was in a hurry to draw the curtain, and then slowly exhaled. smoke ring.

"Aren't you curious? The things in that world are not like you, Holmes." Dr. Watson looked at his friend and asked a question he had long wanted to ask: "I thought you were familiar with such unknown things. Just like those puzzles, I will definitely want to figure it out.”

Although Dr. Watson has long understood that Sherlock Holmes has always acted like he relaxes when he is anxious, but when he thinks the dust has settled, he becomes nervous and always goes against his emotions, even though the other party is always right. yes, but...

"This is magic! Holmes." How could you be so calm, even with a lack of interest, Dr. Watson looked at his friend.

"It's because it's magic, Watson." Holmes sensed Dr. Watson's intentions. His friend has always been very romantic, and he always criticized him for being a doctor. He lacks scientific spirit in daily life, but he actually likes his friend, so he put down his pipe, leaned on the armchair and looked at his old buddy: "Let's put it this way, my dear friend, you know that this time How many forces were involved in the incident?"

"Elves, human paladins, and witches should be considered as human beings. In addition, there are four investigators like us, but if we divide them by species, there are only two." Dr. Watson pondered the meaning of Holmes' words. , He answered with intelligence in his mind, he was very confident in his conclusion.

"No, Watson. You have made a huge mistake." Holmes noticed the doctor's smug expression and laughed. "If you divide it according to your standard, there is actually only one power."

"Fairy magic."

"It's human."

"You don't make sense, Holmes, those strange dead at the pier are obviously related to goblins, and there are various ghost cases that have occurred frequently in the past two days." Dr. Watson picked up a newspaper. Dance dance, the front page above is a report about a wanted criminal who has been confirmed by Scotland Yard to have died in the wharf incident, and was actually witnessed robbing a jewelry store at night.

The reporter who wrote this article used a lot of eye-catching horror words like resurrection from the dead, undead bandit, etc. The crowd is also talking about it. If it’s just one thing, that’s all. The following is a summary of several similar incidents that happened this week , indicating that there is more than one undead.

"Even if they become undead, they can't break away from the category of human beings, they just cross the boundary."

"Crossing the line," Dr. Watson repeated the word: "It's not the first time you've said this word, and you still have a position. You've been saying these things for a while."

"That's because if summed up, these seemingly mysterious incidents are just one type of case, and their protagonists are also very unified—human beings who have crossed the border."

"Do you remember that scientist named Lowenstein you talked to me last time?"

"Remember!" Dr. Watson nodded. This person was discussed with Holmes when he read a tabloid some time ago. The other party claimed to be committed to the research and development of a new drug with the effect of rejuvenation and immortality. (This plot comes from the original "The Case of the Reptiles")

"You commented that this person is definitely a liar." Holmes said: "Humanity's current science is not enough to have this kind of effect."

"Yes, I said so. But..."

"No but, Watson." Holmes said seriously: "There are those magical things in this world, but they are separated from human society, and even hinder the development of human society. Many devout people want to prove the existence of God. , to study the world, but to allow science to be born.”

"Human beings have long since abandoned relying on gods to live, and have reached their own path, but some people are not reconciled, and they insist on breaking this boundary."

"Oh, Holmes."

"Look, Watson, the forces that now appear in this mess, alchemists, witches, archaeologists resident in Egypt, a "resurrected Moriarty" and several undead criminals, do you think they What are they looking for, and what do they have in common?" Holmes guided.

"They are all human beings, they used to be human beings... Human beings who desire to communicate with gods to gain power and knowledge!"

"They've crossed the line!" exclaimed Dr. Watson, standing up.

"So there are no goblins at all!"

"It should be said that there are no goblins who took the initiative to participate in this matter. Do you remember the rules Ursula told you? When humans and goblins get along, it is always humans who take the initiative first, and goblins can break the rules."

"And these active humans regard goblins as tools to achieve their goals."

"But Eric said that one of them is a sea goblin."

"Have they ever appeared? The only people who read these newspaper reports are the dead and alive wanted criminals who came from the sea and were swallowed by the so-called goblins," Holmes said.

"Obviously, they've made a deal with someone close to something and a sea-goblin, someone we happen to know."

"It's that Adonis," Dr. Watson suddenly realized, "but what's going on with Moriarty?"

"Suppose, Watson, you are an innocent man driven to a crime, and you happen to know me. What if you want to attract my attention?"

"Understood, the person called "Moriarty" is asking for help." Dr. Watson thought thoughtfully: "But how did you deduce it? Are you sure that person is asking for help instead of liking this person?" Codenamed after the former crime lord."

"People who choose to cross borders are arrogant. If they want to be famous, they will never use other people's names."

"... makes sense," Dr. Watson thought for a while, and then said again: "But, Holmes, why did they cross that line? Why did they set off a battle of Troy in London?"

"You have read Greek mythology many times, Watson." Holmes said, "Which part of Troy did you read, and what perspective did you put yourself in, and did you substitute one of the sides in the war?"

"No, I'm just a bystander, a person who reads the story..." Dr. Watson paused after saying this: "If you insist on saying that I have taken part in something, in that story, I may be on the side of those who participated in the story." God-like position in human life."

"Very well, then what are you talking about the origin of the Trojan War?"

"It's wrong because of Helen. According to the myth, one is actually a golden apple." Dr. Watson looked at his friend.

"If we don't consider the perspective of humans, but from the perspective of God, this is actually a game of gods. From the beginning of the golden apple dispute, to the factions of gods on Olympus supporting different parties' gambling, And these soldiers are their chess pieces, and the generals are the chess players of the game..." Having said this, Holmes stopped suddenly.

"Speaking of which, Watson." He half-closed his eyes, and his voice became a little lazy: "Aren't you curious, where is Eric going at this late hour?"

"I'm curious, but I don't know." Dr. Watson gave up thinking after receiving a lot of information: "Please tell me! Holmes, I have used up my thinking quota today."

"He went to the spectators." Holmes didn't pretend to be a secret, and said the answer directly.

"Who is that?"

"He is also someone you are very familiar with..."

At this time, Eric arrived in front of a house on Pall Mall. Instead of knocking on the door, he took out the key, opened the door and went in, and went straight to the study on the second floor.

……

Still a step late, he looked at the open window of the study on the second floor and the half-drunk golden honey water in the glass on the coffee table, and sighed secretly.

However, even though one escaped, the other gentleman who had to go to work tomorrow could not escape so easily.

Thus, the young Holmes put on a smile and bowed slightly to the man sitting on the other side of the coffee table drinking tea very calmly.

"I have something very important to ask you. For the sake of the half cup of honey water, please teach me~"

"My dear . . . father."