Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Facing Eric's outrageous guess, James Bruno was speechless for a while.

"Are you a little tired?" He asked as tactfully as possible: "Although I have never met Miss Watson's parents, according to common sense, the possibility of such a thing is extremely low. If I remember correctly, she has Oriental blood, it's from my mother."

"You just said that the backs of the two people are the same. How could such obvious abnormal features not be their own?"

"...I'm not saying that she and Mrs. Watson are not mother and daughter, I mean that she... Forget it, maybe she is really tired, and her mind is starting to become a mess." Eric rubbed Temple: "I also had a strange dream yesterday."

"I dreamed of a rabbit with a watch."

"You read fairy tales before going to bed." James stood still and looked at Eric with a strange expression. The young detective was obviously in some kind of entanglement. This was the first time he saw such an uncertain expression on the other's face. look.

You know, Eric's confidence in the development of everything is the same as he is in his playing cards in a game, and he will never be confused.

Magic is an ideal existence, and James Bruno's magical expression is based on his hobby "bridge", so he must not be unconfident in himself.

A Sherlock Holmes, too, has a talent for reasoning inherited from the family, making their thoughts always rational and firm.Even if they are dreaming, their dream is also a sophisticated data world, and all operations conform to the laws and laws of the world, and they will never be "whimsical".

And when this happened to Holmes with elf blood, the meaning was very different.That rational dream is his spiritual world. Those spells that seem to exist for granted to elves and wizards who are accustomed to using magic are deconstructed elemental formulas in his world.

That's why Eric was confused about the wild dream last night, especially the image of the rabbit in the dream definitely didn't match the description he had read about the "Mr. White Rabbit" in the famous fairy tale. .

"That's a black lop-eared rabbit..."

"James!" a scream interrupted the rare childish speech of Mr. Holmes, and it was Mrs. Bruno.

"Where did you hide your sister?" She chased after her with her skirt up, her lips trembling slightly.

"What are you talking about?" James looked at his emotional mother in surprise. He had just been separated from Sophie for less than 10 minutes: "Didn't Sophie go back to her room?"

"No! She disappeared in the corridor!" Mrs. Bruno choked up: "Just in front of me, James, can you tell mom? Did you take my sister away? Right, right?"

"No, but I can get her back." James Bruno took a deep breath, and then made a request to Eric, who had been silent.

"I need help, Holmes."

On the other hand, Ursula, who was sent back to the witch's garrison by Sherlock in an extremely gentlemanly manner, did not know that she and Eric were separated for half a day, but the other party just took the blame for a cub that was not her mother's own.

It was already dusk at this time, but in order to avoid trouble, they did not stop the carriage at the gate of the station, but at the end of the street.

"Go, I'll see you go in and out," said Mr. Holmes.

Ursula was amused by Sherlock's old fatherly words, and she jumped out of the carriage with a smile, with an extremely happy atmosphere on her back.

Mr. Holmes smiled and shook his head. He was keenly aware of what Ursula was slandering him when she burst out laughing.

But he, who has always been a gentleman to the ladies, didn't mind the little girl teasing him inwardly.Although this rigorous and rational detective says that feelings are the end of reason, he has a deep tenderness for his relatives and friends, and he has a narrow heart for the weak in society.

The great detective, who had traveled far away for several years for the public interest, and returned to London for only one year, leaned on the seat of the carriage, and watched with a smile the little girl of Watson's family bouncing around in the gradually dimming light. forward on the street.

The lamplighter carried a ladder up the street, passed Ursula, and lit a street lamp on the side of the street.

Mr. Holmes, who saw this scene from a distance, was stunned for a moment. He blinked his eyes in disbelief, then stood up abruptly, and jumped off the carriage.

He didn't even bother to say hello to the coachman, so he rushed towards Ursula's direction in a posture that can be said to be running wildly, followed by the coachman's astonished shout:

"Where are you going, sir!"

"Excuse me, gentlemen, did you see the young lady in the dark green coat passing by you just now?" He calmly asked the city of London who was startled by his sudden rush. Lamplighter.

"That young lady just now." The lamplighter holding the ladder looked at this well-dressed man in confusion, but his question was somewhat suspicious. He didn't know whether he should disclose the whereabouts of a lady to him.

"A crown." Mr. Holmes took a look at him and judged that the worker had a very upright character, so he directly took out a gold coin and turned to another lamplighter who got off the ladder.

"Just ahead! I just saw her pass us to the house at the end of the street." The lamplighter stared at the gold coin in Mr. Holmes' hand.

"This one is yours." Mr. Holmes tossed two coins to the two lamplighters one after another.

"...But I didn't reply..." the hesitant lamplighter stammered, he caught the gold coin in a hurry, feeling extremely hot.

"For your integrity, please keep it up, sir," said Mr. Detective, and ignoring the ugly look of another workman who had taken gold coins, he strode toward the end of the street.

Sure enough, there was nothing ahead, and under his gaze, Ursula disappeared out of thin air on this extremely wide residential street without any shelter along the way.

He was silent for a while, and instead of returning to the carriage, he continued to walk forward, followed the route Ursula was going to, and walked straight to the door of the witch's garrison, and ruthlessly rang the doorbell.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

About 5 minutes later, the door opened, and Mrs. Luna came out shaking a big fluffy feather fan.

"Rare guest, the famous London No. [-], oh no, the No. [-] detective in Britain. What are you doing here?"

She half covered her face with a fan, and laughed: "Could it be that someone was murdered at our door."

"It's pretty bad, ma'am. Someone has disappeared, and you know this person." Mr. Holmes replied succinctly, without any intention of greeting, and directly stated the main point of his visit.

"It's Ursula, Ursula Watson, just down the street, lost from my sight."

Holmes lowered his eyes. He remembered that he always criticized Watson's description of the case as being too romantic and fantasy, but this time, he also wanted to use this irrational rhetorical technique.

"I saw it, she was swallowed by darkness, Mrs. Luna."

Tick, tick, tick...

Ursula picked up the black lop rabbit that had come up to it by itself, holding onto her boot and keeping its paws, and found herself, as no surprise, as if she had suddenly fallen into London.

Let's say it's London.

She looked at the huge phantom of the clock tower in the distance, the dial of the clock hanging high above the night instead of the moon, and wanted to plug her ears.

The giant luminous disc, while taking over the moon's shift, did not forget its duty, and the second hand was ticking.

It was really loud.Ursula thought, if she could, she really wanted to bang the dial. As a person who is mentally sensitive and can't even hear the alarm clock ticking at night, this kind of clock sound has a rhythm similar to the heartbeat. Really a torture.

Wait a minute, heartbeat? !

Ursula subconsciously plucked the hair of the glossy black lop-eared rabbit, and then stuffed her hands very roguely on its soft belly. The heartbeat of this rabbit... If she felt right... …

is zero!

Sure enough, there is a problem!Ursula held up the extremely soft-looking rabbit, narrowed her eyes, and spoke fiercely.

"Be honest, what are you kidnapping me for!"

The rabbit moved its three-petal mouth, and then...

...Sneezed very earth-shatteringly.

Earth-shattering here is used to describe the environment. Ursula subconsciously wanted to throw the troublesome rabbit out, but the other party broke free from her grasp with great dexterity and jumped onto her shoulder.

"You bastard..." Ursula stared at the innocent little lop-eared rabbit speechlessly, and then sighed in its bright beady eyes.

"Forget it, at least you, a suspicious guy, will be in my sight." In other words, she didn't feel any malice from this unknown creature with the appearance of a rabbit.

"Chiu Mi~"

Seeing that Miss Witch compromised and no longer tried to get it off her shoulder, the little black lop-eared rabbit made a small noise and rubbed against Ursula's neck.

"Chirp Mi~" Ursula felt the warm, soft touch of the little thing, and she became confused: "Is that what the rabbit calls? Forget it, don't be cute, be honest!"

"Chiu Mi!"

It was too much, Ursula screamed inwardly, don't be so cute!

"Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock,

Tick...tick...the bell rings,

The mouse . . . climbed onto the big clock . . . "

The ubiquitous ticking of clocks in this space suddenly turned into vague words coming from a distance down the wind, and Ursula concentrated on trying to hear those words.

"Talk the bell,

The mouse ran down in fright,

tick-tock-

The big bell is ringing! "(Quoted from "Nursery Rhymes of Mother Goose")

As Ursula concentrated, those muffled voices became a nursery rhyme, a nursery rhyme that every child in this country would read.

"Great bell," Ursula followed, and then...

When ~ when!when!

It's the chime of the clock tower.

The phantom in the distance suddenly became clear. Ursula looked over and saw that the surface of the clock tower was upside down. But if you look at it the other way around, you will find that it happened that Ursula was at the real time just now, and it was still a short time away. 6 hours to midnight.

After observing the clock for a while, Ursula raised her head suddenly and looked up at the strange "full moon".

Its time is correct, but this clock is no more regular than the mirror clock tower, because it does not keep time according to normal time.

Ursula's eyes traveled between the two clock faces, checked the pattern, and calculated that the current situation is that an hour of the "real" clock is roughly a day of the "full moon".

"The flow of time is different." Ursula patted the little black rabbit: "You really brought me to a troublesome place."

She sighed, and took a step, anyway, let's walk first.

As she advanced, the fog not far away dispersed, revealing a round black shadow.

James walked around the hallway of his house again and again, but found nothing. Everything was normal, and he could only pin his hopes on professionals.

"Have you any idea, Holmes?"

"I have no idea." Eric shook his head honestly, and then asked Mrs. Bruno a question with her disappointed expression.

"Can you describe the scene when Miss Bruno disappeared?"

"Oh! I can..." She covered her face with a handkerchief: "She said she wanted to go back to her room, so she walked along the corridor to the stairs, I followed behind her, and then..."

"And then she was... just swallowed by darkness."

"Why are you here!" Edgar Bruno pushed open the door at the end of the corridor and walked in, followed by Captain Roland and Ronald Thompson. He frowned reflexively when he saw the scene in front of him.

However, soon, as if he suddenly thought of something, he loosened his brows and his expression became calm.

"Little Mr. Holmes, it is just right that you are here, saving me the trouble of running errands. I have something to ask you." He said as calmly as possible.

"Business" Eric raised his eyebrows.

"Business." Mr. Bruno's paladin answered blankly.

"You've been investigating Rose from Miss Rose's alchemist family recently."

"There is such a thing, but to be precise, it is Ursula who is investigating her, and she has accepted the other party's commission."

"What commission?" Edgar Bruno asked eagerly.

"No comment, this is customer privacy."

"But she's not your client, is she? If you're going to say she's your fiancée's..."

"That doesn't make sense. The whole of London knows that you two broke up." Edgar Bruno hit the young detective mercilessly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. who cares too much about other people's emotional life." Eric smiled: "Aside from all emotional factors, Ursula and I are still partners, or partners, whatever you want to say, so no matter Whoever takes the case, the other party is obliged to assist and..."

"Secret~" He looked at the paladin who was obviously gloating.

"Edgar, Sophie is missing." James Bruno interrupted his elder brother who was about to say something.

"Missing?"

"Just in this corridor, suddenly disappeared under the nose of my mother."

"..." Edgar had a strange expression.

"Look at your expression, Mr. Bruno." The young detective keenly caught the change in the other party's expression.

"Is Miss Rose missing too?"

"...Yes, according to the eyewitnesses, the maid of the other party's family..." Now that the other party had guessed it, Edgar Bruno gave up his cover-up and was very straightforward.

"She was swallowed by a black shadow. The maid also swore that the shape of the black shadow was like a..."

He showed an expression of distrust of the maid's testimony: "A rabbit, or a lop-eared rabbit."

Unlike the cases described by eyewitnesses outside of London, people in magic testing would first suspect ghoul-like creatures. No one in London city ghouls would regard them as a threat.

"Shadows are nothing more than shadows. Although the umbral monsters in London are not popular... but rabbits, or lop-eared rabbits, are outrageous, aren't they?" He said helplessly, and then found that no one in the room responded to his words.

"Did you hear that? James." Eric said meaningfully.

"Yes, I heard it." James Bruno stroked his hair: "It seems that your dream may not be just a dream, my dear friend."

"So you have the talent for prophecy?"

"No, not at all." Eric shook his head: "So we have to think about my "dream" from another angle."

"What dream?" Edgar Bruno looked at the two men, unable to understand what charade they were playing.

"It's probably not a dream, sir." The young detective put one hand in his pocket and raised his silver eyes.

"It's the space I accidentally strayed into in my sleep."

"I'm afraid Miss Rose and Miss Bruno were both brought into that space, because they share a common identity."

"What identity?" James asked puzzled.

"That's the queen candidate." Eric replied lightly.

"Oh..." James' expression became more tangled: "Then what should we do now, go to that space? But how to go, there is no space fluctuation here."

"There is a way." Eric thought for a while and replied.

"Can I borrow your guest room? Forget it, it's still dangerous to sleep in your house. Go to my place." He glanced at Edgar Bruno and raised his voice deliberately.

"Sleeping in the guest room." James understood a bit: "You mean we go to that space through dreams?"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, that space is Li London."

"If it's London, we can go there awake," Edgar Bruno interrupted him.

"Our activities in London have always been our daily routine." Captain Roland added, he saw that his young boss and this little Mr. Holmes seemed to have some inexplicable eccentricities, but he upheld the good faith of a melon-eating crowd. Style, he chose to play dumb.

"I mean real London."

"Really?" Ronald Thompson repeated the word, looking at young Holmes.

"Shh, gentlemen, don't say you've been there," the young detective lowered his voice. "That's another world for us regulars in Fairyland."

Then, after scaring the half-elf of her love rival, she only greeted her friend and walked towards the gate.

The few paladins who were suddenly thrown on the spot looked at each other, and chose to follow up cheekily. As they walked, Captain Roland persuaded the Viscount Bruno.

"You have to be softer later, it's time to show our open-mindedness. He dare not live with us, but we dare to live with him~"

After persuading them, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, a little worried about whether the detective would allow them in.

"Good guy, three of the five men present are rivals in love."

"By the way, where's Miss Black Cat?" Ronald, who hadn't spoken much, suddenly asked Eric when he was standing in front of Block A, 221 Baker Street. "Will she...will come later?"

"What Miss Black Cat?" James Bruno became vigilant. The other party was asking Eric about the situation of a lady, and he also used the word black cat related to witches as a reference, so there is a high probability that he took the oath object.

"You're right, the so-called Miss Black Cat is Ursula." Eric glanced at James and poked the fire.

"Oh oh oh! There are actually four? I am the only one who is pure!" Captain Roland screamed inwardly.

"She won't come," answered the young detective.

"That's for sure, after all you broke up." Edgar Bruno said.

"But we can go find her. She will be very happy to see me~" Eric ignored the uncompetitive viscount and continued.

"Where can I find it?" James Bruno felt bad.

"Of course where Miss Bruno and the others are. After all... she should also be missing." The young detective held a coin tightly in his pocket.