Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Russell Street, Barton's Cafe.

The white lion sculpture opens its eyes, which symbolizes that the cafe is welcoming customers in London.The magic circle running in the lion's sapphire eyes will make London's customers subconsciously think "I don't want to go to the cafe today?" when they approach the store, and then leave.

"Moriarty resurrected, what a mess!"

Captain Shakes Rowland slapped today's "Observer" on the table: "The serious newspapers have also begun to degenerate, and they have begun to make up stories in order to attract customers. What do you think of this matter?"

He looked at his companion, wanting to get the other party's response on this matter, but Captain Roland's companion did not focus on his complaint just now, but stared at his cup motionlessly.

"Ronald, are you... are you in a daze?" Mr. Roland snapped his fingers in front of Ronald Thompson in surprise, waking him up from his fugue.

"Ah! Shax!" Ronald replied with a somewhat disdainful expression.

"What are you thinking? So obsessed."

"A wonderful lady." Ronald Thompson replied frankly.

"Oh...oh." Mr. Roland looked at his companion in surprise: "A lady..." He immediately put aside those outrageous articles in the newspaper, and began to explore his companion's emotional life.

"My God! Ronald, are you in love too?"

Ronald Thompson froze for a moment: "Falling in love?"

"Liar! Your expression just now is obviously only in love. What's her name, is she beautiful? How did you know each other?"

The wind chime in the cafe rang.

A pair of gentlemen walked in. The two guests were shorter, and the one with the upper lip mustache had a curious look in his eyes, as if he was entering a cafe for the first time.The tall one had a more natural expression, as if he was familiar with the way, first put a coin into the lion's mouth and got a few copies of London newspapers, then found a seat and asked the waiter to serve two coffee.

Roland couldn't help but stared at the two people who came in for a while, and didn't look away until one of them went to buy a newspaper.

"What a weird guy." He thought, but are there so few weird guys these days?Now is not his time to patrol, the serving paladin thought without guilt.

To be honest, as usual, his sizing eyes are extremely rude and abrupt, but he is not the only one who does this at the same time, except for Ronald who fell into his own thoughts because of a friend's words, coffee Everyone in the restaurant, including the waiter and the store manager who was sitting firmly behind the bar, watched the two people the moment they stepped into the cafe.

The wind chime hanging on the door is a magic tool to identify the identity of the guests. Normal human guests have the sound of ordinary wind chimes, while guests with special powers have the sound of a trumpet in the ceremonial band that the wind chimes can never make.

At this time, it shouldn't be triggered by a normal ringtone if someone enters by mistake.So when the two guests came in, the noisy store was quiet for a second, and then returned to its original state, but the topic was involuntarily brought to London by the strange pair of guests.

Under the watchful eyes of this group of "human spirits" of unknown species wandering in and out of London, although they are not as keen as Sherlock Holmes, they are definitely not the spirit of Dr. Watson, who is very nervous. He tensed up, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Two cups of coffee." Sherlock Holmes looked on as usual, and greeted the waiter under the explicit or covert scrutiny of everyone in the shop.

"Holmes..." Dr. Watson glanced at him uneasily, and his excitement about facing people from another world diminished a bit.

"Take it easy, my friend. Just think we're just here for coffee, don't look around, calm down, and enjoy this leisure time." Holmes didn't even lift his head. He unfolded the newspaper he just bought and spread it on the table On the top, the normal newspaper that brought oneself in is also unfolded.

"It is agreed that we are here to try our luck. Since it is not a serious investigation, we don't have to be so serious. By the way, I recommend their lemon cheese pie and authentic Italian flavor, which is better than that of the Goldoni restaurant. Much better."

This is not what he is nervous about!Dr. Watson reluctantly took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead.

At this time, the coffee was just served. Dr. Watson looked at the waiter who looked completely human, and then looked at the waiter who didn't think there was anything wrong. Sherlock Holmes, who regarded this place as a normal cafe, picked up the cup a little depressed.

To be honest, this is not at all what he imagined when he heard Holmes say that he was going to drink coffee with people in London in the morning. There was no mysterious corner, no magic door that suddenly appeared, and no guests wearing black cloaks. , they simply pushed open the door of a famous cafe in London.

"Look, the exact same habit of choosing words and making sentences." Holmes traced on the newspaper with a pencil: "The articles in the two newspapers were written by the same person. It is obvious that someone took advantage of his talent to work two jobs."

"..." Dr. Watson listened blankly to him muttering: "What does this represent? Is this not allowed?"

"Don't be stupid, Watson. No one cares how many companies he writes for except his boss, but you have to ask what this represents." The recent resurrection of criminals is a person, or a party's forces, who are mobilizing public opinion."

"Look, first of all, those wanted criminals who died strangely recently reappeared in the night one by one, and then what is revealed now, the great conspirator, the mastermind of all evils, the chief think tank of the Communist Party." (Quoted The original "Uncanny Valley" chapter).

"Now that his crimes are in full light, we can also call him the criminal leader. What's the matter? He must be resurrected, otherwise it can't explain why these criminals who don't know each other and are vicious can unite. "

"Sounds very logical, doesn't it? The Lone Rangers unite in a planned way, and there must be a leader behind the scenes."

After hearing his friend's ironic opinion, Dr. Watson hesitated and said, "So he didn't come back to life?"

"How to resurrect?" Holmes put down his coffee and said, "It's magic, Watson."

"It also has its rules and limitations. It is impossible to revive a person who fell into the waterfall a few years ago out of thin air." He said: "What's more, I can see that these things are not Moriarty's methods. From It can be seen from these articles that they seem to be interlocking, but in fact the methods are very rough, if he did it, he would not have such a trick of letting his own people directly go on stage to incite public opinion."

"What's more, it's to promote himself. This is not in line with his personality. Rather than making a name for himself, he has always planned for the pleasure of secretly manipulating the overall situation, so that the victims will not know the name of their real enemy until the end."

"Friends present, please listen to me!"

A young man suddenly jumped onto the long table, waved a newspaper and said loudly: "An ordinary human being is actually trying to get his hands on the throne in London..."

"Which copy of the throne does he see?" Holmes squinted, and then picked out one from the pile of newspapers he had just bought: "Oh~ it's this one, The Golden Pravda."

He tilted his ears and read the newspaper with two minds: "The preface is 'Whoever trembles in the face of the fire, the flood, and the wind that blows across the stars, let the wind, the fire, and the flood...'"

"Hah~ Hermetic newspaper." Holmes raised his eyebrows: "Let me take a look. If you want me to say Watson, the involvement of these ordinary people hardened mystics is also my confirmation of Moriarty's involvement." One of the reasons why the professor will not be revived is that this gentleman was also a scientist when he was alive, a mathematical genius who could pry into the mysteries of the universe with his own wisdom and wrote "Asteroid Dynamics", it is impossible for him to be dismissed because of confusion. Confused by those astrology."

"An alchemist would refuse to be with a pragmatic scientist like him. Under such circumstances, how could he think of resurrecting him. And the goblin, remember what I said, Watson." He browsed through the ten lines at a glance The article declaring that Moriarty was behind it, with the ultimate goal of the London throne, couldn't help laughing.

"You mean, goblins don't take the initiative to cross boundaries?" Dr. Watson replied.

"That's right, since he was not cursed to take revenge because of his many evil deeds, naturally there will be no miracles after his death. Besides, there are no goblins who can resurrect a person in this world, they will only bring the other person's soul to their own country .”

"...We can't sit still, do you really want to be ruled by someone?" The young man waved his fist excitedly.

"Where did that guy come from, a bumpkin just entered the city or just awakened?" Mr. Roland turned his head in a lack of interest when he heard this: "If he asks a little bit, he will know that the throne in London is empty. It's impossible for someone to sit on it."

"Boring, if this kind of guy can talk nonsense self-righteously now, then there is a reason why the level of newspaper articles has started to decline." Roland watched his friend put on a mocking smile again: "Come on, let's continue, that black cat lady What happened afterwards?"

"she……"

"Bang!" A loud bang sounded in the room.

The young man who was standing on the table and was pronouncing that Moriarty, a criminal, did not deserve the London throne, fell down.

The people present were in an uproar.

This was an attack without magic fluctuations, and because of this, the magic test guests present were at a loss for a while.

Captain Roland stood up abruptly, scanning the crowd in the shop in chaos, trying to catch the guy using the gun.Soon he locked onto a suspicious figure, moving towards the door.

"Ronald, it's time to work!" He greeted his companion, then turned directly onto the table, and jumped a few times trying to catch up to the suspicious person.

But the opponent's movements were also very fast, and because he was very close to the gate, when he chased out the door, the opponent had already disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

"Damn it." Captain Roland gritted his teeth, and then he realized that his companion did not come out with him.

So he opened the door again and entered the store, and then he saw such a scene.

His friend was maintaining order in the store, loudly preventing other customers from approaching the fallen young man, and blocking another wave of customers with his body, so that they would not affect the strange pair of customers who came in and made the wind chime sound normally .

And the behavior of the guests was even more strange.

They squatted in front of the victim, and Captain Roland was surprised that his companion let this go.

"What's going on?" He squeezed through the crowd and came to Ronald Thompson.

"What are these two doing?"

"Shask, this is Mr. Holmes, examining the body."

"The one who was dumped by his fiancee doesn't look like this!" Not only has he been reading the tabloids recently, but he also watched the big scene at Bruno's house. Captain Roland, who has always been on the front line of eating melons, subconsciously complained.

"Oh, it's that one. No wonder..." Captain Roland looked at Mr. Holmes, who was checking the dead, and suddenly said. "Wait a minute... is that person dead?"

"Yes, dead." Ronald said heavily, "Because of an ordinary bullet, this matter will be transferred to Scotland Yard."

"Tsk." Captain Roland clicked his tongue: "Maybe that's why they use ordinary guns to turn magic cases into ordinary cases."

"No, on the contrary." Mr. Detective stood up: "They want to turn ordinary murder into a magical case, and then make a big splash."

"The identity of the deceased is very subtle. Like this case, he was an alchemist and a student studying at the clock tower."

Holmes held up a pocket watch bearing the Clocktower emblem on his handkerchief, and showed them.

Ronald and Captain Roland looked at each other, and they undoubtedly saw a sentence in each other's eyes.

"Trouble, brother."

Human alchemists are the most embarrassing profession in Li London. Most of them rely on foreign objects to step into Li London. In fact, they don't have any power themselves.

Fortunately, most of them are technical geeks, and they have no intention of participating in any right and wrong related to research.

As a school for special persons that can now be classified as an official school, Bell Tower actually has an embarrassing status.

It stands to reason that it was born in London and is one of our own, but it is an official educational institution in the present world. Its establishment directly makes those self-taught alchemists with special powers become wild ones, so except those who participated in the university For example, Mr. Rose Jr. has the title of honorary alumni because of the school's cooperation, and other barbaric alchemists are not interested in it.

The main reason is that it has very strict rules, but in fact the most rule-breaking alchemists are also from this school.

Eric often went shopping, and the goblin owner of the Black Swan grocery store that Ronald Thompson also visited was also an alchemist, so he had a lot of words about it.

"Its graduates have single-handedly destroyed the safety of the magic item market. At least half of the life-threatening items I recycle every year are made by them." The low-key shopkeeper is very dissatisfied with this behavior.

In comparison, Eric doesn't have a big opinion of the school itself, because...

"I'm also a vested interest." He handed Ursula a silver card in his hand.

"Because of my father, I have a pass to use the laboratory and library here. But I have a problem with the teaching and enrollment methods of this school."

"The students here come in from a very young age, and they start to learn everything about magic testing at a young age. Their common sense of reality is much weaker than those of us who have completely stepped into the magic side."

Ursula originally planned to wait at the door, but after investigating, she found that Miss Ross was also a student here, which surprised her very much.She always thought that the other party went to a certain university that could recruit girls, but she didn't expect it to be the clock tower. It was very strange to think that Miss Rose had been studying and obsessed with archaeology.

Now, the two swaggered in the clock tower with Eric's pass.

When they passed by the downstairs where the administration was, Ursula stopped. She covered her forehead with her hand and narrowed her eyes: "Are you dazed, Eric?"

"Are those two people my uncle and your uncle, why are they here?"

"You read that right, it's them." Eric also looked over, then raised his eyebrows, and said in a strange tone: "Besides them, there is also a very troublesome guy coming."

"Hi! Ursula, Eric." After bumping into the two of them, Mr. Holmes greeted them generously.

"I remember that because of the boundary, you said that you would not specifically investigate this case." Eric looked at his uncle.

"Yes, I just use the time between other cases to try my luck within a reasonable range that I can intervene." Mr. Holmes looked at his nephew jokingly: "Obviously luck is on my side, and now I use drinking The coffee time survey is synchronized with the information you spent time investigating."

"That's not necessarily the case. Don't underestimate the action of young people."

Ursula looked at the two uncles and nephews who were suddenly confronting each other, stepped back a few steps, and stood beside Dr. Watson who also retreated a little, making up her mind not to get involved in the right and wrong of the drama produced by the Holmes family.