Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula bids farewell to Captain Roland under the living clock tower.

Seeing the back of the other party leaving in a hurry, Ursula looked at Mr. Holmes suspiciously: "You did it on purpose!"

Deliberately let Captain Roland know so much news.

"Which thing are you referring to, I deliberately made a bet with Eric to separate you, or..."

"Wait, you made a bet with him to separate the two of us," Ursula looked at Mr. Holmes in amazement. "Why?"

"Eh, didn't you notice it?" Mr. Holmes pretended to be surprised.

"...I'm so sorry." Ursula looked at the other party helplessly: "I really don't know what you want to do."

"It's just separating you. I thought you two wouldn't get back together too soon and stick together. But I still underestimated Eric's mobility and your curiosity."

"Do you want to talk to me alone? I noticed that you also deliberately dismissed my uncle." Ursula decided to skip Mr. Holmes's words and go straight to the point, so as not to expose her and Eric's small plans .

"What do you think about becoming a queen?" Mr. Detective smiled and said, "Are you interested?"

"What's the price?" Ursula asked back: "I noticed that you seem to be very positive about pushing me to the top, no...you are also very positive about me and Eric, too positive..."

"To be honest, this is not at all like your attitude towards love. In fact, I have heard of it..." Ursula looked at Mr. Holmes's expression and said cautiously: "When my uncle was in love with his wife , you have always been in a state of not caring much. In this case, I dare not have the cheek to think that I am as special as your uncle in your mind, but you have always been a kind of love affair with Eric A state of concern and support."

"After the two of us quarreled, you clearly supported us to separate. Don't you think...you did it a little too obviously?"

Ursula finally complained about her confusion all the time. Mr. Holmes paid more attention to the relationship between the two of them. Of course, part of the reason may be that Dr. Watson paid more attention and talked more, which made Mr. Holmes have to Part of my mind was also spared to prevent another resident of Block 221b Baker Street from being in a gloomy situation every day.

Of course, it may also be his elder brother Mycroft's instructions that gave him a sense of responsibility for his nephew's emotional life and a sense of uncle's.

But think about the reaction of Mr. Holmes when Dr. Watson was with Miss Mary. He knew it completely, but he neither supported nor opposed it.

"Do you know anything else about me?" Ursula probed.

"Mycroft is actually not a doting father, especially since Eric was a very independent boy, he doesn't have to rent a whole house next to me. ” said Mr. Holmes.

"Mycroft...he has a good relationship with Eric. You know that Eric has lived with him for a few months every year since he was a child. It doesn't make sense that he can't live together this year. gone."

"...I thought he was kicked out of the house because he was an adult, but now you tell me that the fact that I came to London to join my uncle is actually under your control."

"I am very sorry that we have concealed you, Ursula." Mr. Holmes said to her with a very sincere apology in his eyes: "But I must excuse your uncle and Eric that they did not know this matter. You might think I'm shirking responsibility, but there were only four people who planned this in the first place."

"My parents and his parents." Ursula realized.

"As for why, you must have an answer in your heart." The world's only consulting detective and Miss Witch looked at each other.

"I'm a very lucky person." Ursula took a deep breath. "It's because one day, everything in my world changed, but the people I cherish the most didn't. My gut told me , they are still them.”

Cairo, the temporary residence of the Watsons.

The man of the house stood on the balcony and lit a cigar, but he did not smoke it, but let the sparks flicker on and off between his fingers, and looked up at the clear sky of Cairo in the rising smoke. starry sky.

"Dear~ dear~" Mrs. Watson drew out her voice, and stood in front of the door leading to the balcony with her arms folded, staring at him disapprovingly.

Professor Watson quickly extinguished the cigar and raised his hand to show his innocence: "I just lit it, not smoked it."

"The burning smoke is not much more beneficial than if you inhaled it directly. You promised me, dear." The beautiful lady with a face that was clearly oriental stepped onto the balcony, took the cigar from her husband, and said ruthlessly. Throw it in the trash can in the corner.

"I really quit smoking. I ordered it to simulate the environment." Professor Watson said innocently.

Mrs. Watson turned her head to look at him, with an expression of seeing how nonsense you are talking.

"It's true, I was thinking that if Ursula was in London, this would be the starry sky Ursula saw." He looked up at the axis of the sky surrounded by stars: "It's covered by the choking smog, so I can't see clearly." The direction of fate."

"I don't know when you learned astrology." Mrs. Watson didn't agree with him at all. She pulled her shawl, took a few steps forward, and stood side by side with Professor Watson.

The two stood quietly like this for a while, and then Mrs. Watson took the initiative to hold her husband's hand.

"...my puppet has already started to move, and the little captain of Flora also helped us confirm that the shadow can indeed be put inside the puppet, and everything will go well."

"Yes, it will definitely go well." Professor Watson smiled: "Since we could do it then, we can do it now, at least we must be confident."

"After all... That London is also on our side, and wants our children to stay in this world."

Professor Watson shook his wife's hand, then let go, took out a mirror from his pocket, and said to the mirror: "It's time, you can start."

"It's been collected."

The mirror lit up for a moment, and then printed a very familiar face.

"Not yet, but there are only two left, the tree of time in the clock tower, and the tree of life when London really became another world. Mycroft, the last step, you can dodge enough Now, I can no longer push your brother to run errands." Professor Watson laughed, his tone relaxed.

"It's not that I'm lazy, it's just my nature. He regards reasoning as a career and is full of energy. I prefer to be a chess watcher. Speaking of this, my dear friend, you have no right to blame me .”

"I just observe the present moment, and I have to participate in it myself from time to time, but you are the real bystander. If your daughter hadn't inherited the talent from the two of you, you should be in London now, smoking a good cigar Watch the fun."

"I have quit smoking a long time ago." Professor Watson subconsciously glanced at his wife, with a strong desire to survive.

"You make me look like a mastermind behind the scenes. This is all necessary for work. After all, I have always been just a..."

"...just a little bard."

The very modest gentleman smiled at Mr. Big Holmes.

"Please don't laugh, my dear friend, I am speaking the truth. I prefer this romantic name to the recorder of the world."

"What are you thinking? You've had this expression since just now." James Bruno looked at his friend with some doubts on the way to send Eric away from Bruno's mansion. Since he met his mother with him, he has been It's an expression of thinking about something.

It made him very nervous.

Yes, although Eric's plan was to ask that Mr. Thompson to inquire, but James insisted that since this matter had something to do with his parents, he couldn't stay out of it, and then went home in person, and stayed in the face. It is clear that the attitude is to make trouble.

Especially his younger sister, Miss Sophie, insisted on letting her second brother stay after talking with Eric, and the Bruno family could only hold their noses to recognize him.

This caused Mrs. Bruno to look at Eric more and more unkindly.

But what kind of personality is Eric, he is very calm and confident in the face of these full of malice, and he is even in the mood to look at the photo frames and portraits in the living room that are probably specially hung on the wall to arouse Miss Sophie's family affection , the timeline of these family photos is quite complete, dating back to when Miss Sophie was in her mother's womb.

This was not there when he came the previous time.

Eric looked around, then looked away, and took off his hat in a polite and thoughtful manner to the angry Mrs. Bruno with a calm expression.

Then, suddenly, the vision froze, and the young detective fell into an apparent distraction, which lasted until James sent him out.

"How do you judge that a woman has given birth?" Eric asked such a question very abruptly.

"Ha." James looked at his friend, completely puzzled as to why the topic suddenly turned in this direction.

"James, I apologize in advance, what I said next may be a little rude."

"I have noticed that there seems to be some changes in the portraits of your mother when she was just married and the family portraits of you all."

"The most obvious one is the pelvis." He was thoughtful: "In the photo of her holding the newly born Miss Bruno, it is obvious that there is a difference in her posture."

"Why are you thinking about this all of a sudden?" James twitched the corner of his mouth, put away his nervousness because of the other party's pensive expression, and asked rather dumbfounded.

"I just suddenly remembered a photo I saw in Egypt." Eric replied.

"When Ursula and I talked about family inheritance, the part of her genetic parents is very strange. The body is exactly the same as the mother, but the face is half-shape. The shape of the eyes is the same as that of the father, but The color of the eyes comes from the mother. The width of the forehead is the same as that of the father, but the height of the puff is the same as the mother."

"I said so much to explain that when Mrs. Watson and Ursula stood together in Egypt, if they put aside their costumes, the backs of the two people would be like copy and paste."

"Considering the magic of magic, it is normal for a mother with a grown daughter to still maintain a light body, but I have seen Ursula's family photo album, which shows Ursula's appearance when she was just born, and she was held by her mother like this ,but……"

"What do you want to say..."

Eric stood still, with a rare confused expression: "Mrs. Watson showed me, in the book that is said to record the family, there is not a single photo of Mrs. Watson during her pregnancy, even though it begins with the parents wedding photos."

"I was wondering, is Ursula... really Mrs. Watson's own?" the young detective asked in a low voice.