Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

How did things get to this point?

Ursula wondered perplexedly, why she came to the clock tower today and why she is now following the detective with that captain Roland instead of...

"Dear Miss Ursula, isn't she willing to team up with me?" Mr. Holmes seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, the kind that could see through the soul. He suddenly stood still and looked sideways at the dull-faced Miss Witch.

"No! No!" Ursula shook her head violently. "I'm just thinking that there's something I'm not doing?"

"Look for the Miss Rose who entrusted you."

"You know?"

"Now I know." Mr. Holmes' eyes turned around Captain Roland and her: But you probably won't see her today. "

"Why?" Ursula looked up at Sherlock.

"Because she went to the museum today."

"How did you..."

"We just came from Russell Street and saw her when we passed the square." Mr. Holmes replied: "So please help me win this bet at ease, miss. You are my indispensable assistant."

"As for the other things you need to accomplish..." Mr. Detective winked his right eye mischievously at Ursula, who was hesitating to speak, and hinted: "After we win this game beautifully, we will have to work hard." run errands for you."

Then the gentleman went on striding forward.

The coolie you mentioned should be your nephew!Ursula covered her face from Captain Roland's very subtle eyes since he met her.

The reason why she and Captain Roland acted together with Mr. Holmes now was because they were involved in a competition called "Who is the best detective in London" by two Holmes who suddenly became at odds.

And the reason why she was assigned to Sherlock instead of teaming up with Eric is also very simple. When the two meet, they are inexplicably full of gunpowder, and when they are discussing cases and exchanging information, no one agrees with the other's judgment. , under these circumstances Mr. Holmes suddenly made the bet.

At that time, Ursula hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter. In her opinion, Eric was still young no matter how smart he was. Of course, the best detective in London was only Sherlock Holmes.

So much so that she deliberately joked with her uncle in a low voice: "Whose side are you on?"

"This..." Dr. Watson had a headache, and when he came to his senses, his partner had already pushed him to the side of his nephew.

"No problem, then Ursula will be on your team." Eric smiled at Ronald Thompson: "Mr. Thompson, you will be with me, and Captain Roland will be on the team with my uncle. You should have no objection." !"

"I..." Ronald quickly glanced at the Miss Witch who was dazed aside, and opened his mouth, not wanting to say anything at all.

However, how could Eric give the other party this chance, he directly took Ursula's hand and stuffed it to Sherlock.

After that, under some strange atmosphere (Ursula thought it was the air pressure of the two Holmes), the two teams actually split into two groups.

"Shouldn't we talk to each other's mentor? Mr. Holmes." Captain Roland probably realized that it was too conspicuous for him to peek at Ursula again in this situation. Bring your attention back to the case itself.

"Yes, we are not going." Mr. Holmes replied: "We are going to his dormitory. A person's daily life environment can reveal the truth more than a teacher who is only responsible for his studies."

Ursula followed Mr. Holmes into the dormitory area of ​​the Clock Tower with a letter of introduction from the Special Events Office of Scotland Yard.

As soon as he stepped into the floor of the tower used for accommodation, Captain Roland frowned at the noisy energy.It appears that the clock tower dormitories feature what may also be student laboratories.

Ursula watched with interest as black smoke wafted from a door contorted into a shouting expression.

Captain Roland also noticed that it depends on the shape, and it can't be said to be the product of a serious experiment, so he muttered in a low voice: "Oh, hateful alchemy."

Ursula glanced at the other party, and she felt that the tone of the sentence just now changed to "Oh, abominable heretic."

A paladin who looks open on the surface, but is most likely to be extremely orthodox in reality, she initially put a label on the other party that needs to be vigilant.

The smoke just now didn't have any ominous power, it was just due to its shape, which made the opponent's face very ugly.Ursula secretly analyzed that since Thompson, who was specifically named by her client, Miss Ross, was friends with Captain Roland, at least his values ​​would not be much different.

"Paladins have no sense of humor." This was what Eric said when she first arrived in London, but she thought it was some kind of attack on her rival, but now it seemed very appropriate.

They have very little acceptance of anything outside of their own standards.In the running of Ursula's thoughts, the three quickly found the dead man's room.

Facing the door with a very primitive dreamcatcher hanging on it, Ursula waved her hand, asked the two to stand behind, and opened the door herself.

The two men backed away in a good manner. One of them was a normal human being, and the other was a paladin with positive attributes. Neither of them could deal with a room full of unknown dangerous goods in an alchemist, so there was no need to pay attention to gentlemanly demeanor. up.

Ursula's first looked at it carefully for a while, which was woven with sticks and twine, and it sounded simple, but generally speaking, it was an extremely rough dream catcher.

This kind of item is a simulated spider web, woven into stones that symbolize the land, feathers that open the road to dreams, and generally exquisite items with beautiful symbols such as shell beads.And this one in front of Ursula, there was nothing.

Why would he hang such a non-decorative dreamcatcher over the gate?This thing is used to capture and block nightmares, what happened to the owner of this room?

Thinking so, Ursula covered her arms with magic power, and opened the door that was locked with some kind of alchemy circle.

The scene inside the house surprised the three people who looked in.

Something was wrong in the room.

James Bruno thought, he went around the first floor, trying to find the reason, but there was nothing unusual.

He stood under the stairs and thought for a while, out of concern for his sister, he went upstairs anyway.

His younger sister, Sophie Bruno, is not in the house now, but James didn't care, because he came back without telling her, and his sister's force value is very high. Apart from eating too many small biscuits, there is nothing for him to worry about of.

He hesitated for a moment, and pushed open the door of Sophie's bedroom on the second floor. The strange feeling in the room was too strong, so he had better check each room.

However, the girl's room was not out of the ordinary either.

James Bruno backed out, carefully closing the door behind it.

Is he thinking too much?The little Mr. Bruno thought, returned to the living room on the first floor, and sat on the sofa.

The house behind Regent Street was rented by him and Sophie after they left Bruno's house. After he started school, Sophie usually lived alone.

He leaned on the back of the sofa, staring at a pot of green radishes in the corner of the living room, and stared blankly.

After unconsciously staring at the yellowed plant with several curled leaves due to lack of water for a while, James Bruno suddenly realized something and stood up abruptly.

He glanced at the flowers again, then rushed upstairs again, went straight to Miss Bruno's bedroom, and wiped the other's bedside table with his fingers.

A strange layer of black ash stained his index finger, and the ash was very thick covering the small cabinet next to the bed.

His hands trembled, and he finally knew where that strange feeling came from.

It is impossible for Sophie to forget to water the plants, and it is impossible for Sophie to tolerate the whole house being so dirty. Most importantly, even if London is heavily polluted, under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the bedside table far away from the window to have this kind of scorched stain. Dust like charcoal.

Eric, who was on the same team as Dr. Watson and Ronald, stopped suddenly. He took out a small golden mirror that kept flickering from his pocket.

"What's the matter, James." The young detective looked into the mirror with some surprise: "Contact me at this time, use the mirror."

You must know that this mirror is a magical communication tool that can only be used three times. They have agreed in advance that they will not use it unless there is any particularly important and urgent news.

So, now Eric is curious.

"..." There was silence on the other side of the mirror for a while before the voice came over.The voice trembled, full of uneasiness and fear.

"I'm sorry, Eric. I need your help... Sophie she..."

"disappeared."