Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

She had expected this to happen.

Ursula stood under a high city wall, looking up at the wobbly Mr. Fat Egg who sat on the top of the wall and hummed a ditty. She was not surprised at all.

Because of the fact that Sherlock popularized "London is the reflection of London's dream", she has made some decisions after hearing nursery rhymes just after entering this suspected world of London.

That is, she may see a lot of weird things next, and most of them may come from fairy tales, nursery rhymes, or even myths and legends. All the bizarre pictures that only exist in dreams may appear here.

"If the battle for Helen started here, then I really wouldn't be surprised at all." She thought, "In the London dream, even Moriarty's resurrection is not impossible. If anyone still remembers him, I can still dream about his words day and night.”

However, even if a person with the same image appears, it is definitely not Professor Moriarty himself. He who was buried in the Reichenbach Falls thousands of miles away cannot give life to these phantoms.not to mention……

"Even the most loyal Colonel Moran should be obsessed with cheating in the game after the death of the other party, making up the game upside down day and night, so there is a high probability that he will not fall asleep before midnight." She thought: "It has already appeared Two nursery rhymes, plus this time point, the images that appeared here before midnight should all come from the dreams of children who fell asleep early."

"Aha! This time it's a Miss Witch!"

Fatty shook his slender legs, waving his arms like matchsticks, and shouted loudly at Ursula at the bottom of the city wall: "Be careful, miss! I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall!"

Then it swayed dangerously and wildly, just like it was described in the nursery rhyme.

Ursula was about to cover her eyes, not daring to watch a scene where a big white egg was broken, but this Mr. Egg did not fall down as he claimed, but sat back on the wall at the last moment .

Ursula breathed a sigh of relief. Even if its body is an egg, and there is a high probability that it is lifeless, it would be bloody if an egg with five sense organs breaks suddenly!

The clock that had disappeared when Mr. Fatty sat down suddenly rang again, accompanied by a repeated line: "Fatty sits on the wall..."

However, there was no next sentence.

"Time is running out!" Fatty screamed when he heard the voice: "I'm about to fall, they're coming!"

"Who are they?" Ursula felt that the other party should be able to talk, so she tried to ask.

"Of course the king and her army, as soon as I fall! They're coming!" it answered loudly, and went on repeating the words.

Ursula looked up at the clock, thought for a while and asked another question.She figured it out, this well-known Mr. Fatty in London should play the role of a command gun, or the charge in the war, as long as it falls, it will trigger the song in the nursery rhyme that belongs to it. "All the king's men and horses have arrived."

If this is the case, it may be more troublesome than the adult world!Because, Ursula thought, there was no logic at all in a child's dream.

"Who is outside!" Someone behind the city wall spoke loudly.

"A witch, this time it's a witch." Fatty shouted back inside, leaning down at a large angle.

"This time," Ursula caught a message in its words. "That means someone else is coming."

"Great, the candidates are all here!"

"Open the door for the queen candidate!"

"Where's the guide? Tell him to come quickly."

There was a mess of movement inside the city wall, and then a hole suddenly opened in the tall, seamless city wall, and the hole grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a big hole that she often saw in those ancient European buildings. door opening.

She looked at the red carpet that suddenly rolled under the toes of her boots, wondering whether she should step on it or not.

"Play music!" A group of soldiers in red uniforms lined up on both sides of the red carpet with various musical instruments.

It's over!She didn't even want to go in.

Miss Witch took a rare step back. As a witch who used split puppets all the year round, it is reasonable to say that she doesn't have puppet phobia, but she thinks she can have it from today!

"Don't worry, Miss Queen Candidate." A man wearing, from the perspective of this era, a very bright purple men's dress, with a matching hat decorated with a handful of colorful feathers and a rose in his mouth The skull pattern, in short, the guy in the very fancy top hat jumped out, opened his arms, and made a welcome gesture.

"Everything is safe and lovely, and if not, there is still me as a guide."

"Hook?" Ursula looked at the visitor in surprise.

"Hey, miss, are you calling me?" The guide, who looked exactly like the umbral, held his hat and tilted his head to look at her.

"Sorry, my name is Kehu~ not a Hook."

The name is upside down, Ursula muttered the name for a moment, could it be that he is Hooker's projection in London?

Wait a minute, that guy Hook is a Umbrella in the first place, where did the projection come from, and doesn't it mean that Umbrellas can't survive in London for a long time?

So suspicious!Miss Witch was a little undecided. She had a hunch that once she entered this city, she would really be involved in the chaotic battle for the throne.

"Please go forward, Miss, before your army arrives, you still need to fight some battles that belong only to you." The guide took off his top hat, bowed slightly, and made way for him.

"army……"

Ursula touched her pocket, confirmed that the book with the name of the demon knight in it was still there, sighed for a full year, then lifted her foot and stepped on the red carpet that symbolized trouble.

Block A, 221 Baker Street.

"Holmes, do you have any sleeping pills?" James Bruno lay half on the sofa, hugging a big pillow: "I really can't sleep."

"No." Eric leaned back on the armchair he used to sit in, closed his eyes, and looked at his posture. He was not so much sleeping as he was meditating: "Don't think about relying on sleeping pills, if you really If you fall asleep with drugs, you will not be able to enter that world."

"Then how can you be sure that we will be able to enter your so-called real London when we sleep now?" Edgar Bruno said with a straight face.He and Ronald Thompson sat on the rug, each using a throw pillow as a pillow.

"Of course it's because the door is open." Eric replied calmly, his eyes still closed: "People who sleep at this time today will be drawn into Li London as long as they dream."

"Still dreaming?!" Captain Roland shouted, "This is too difficult."

"..." The young detective raised his eyelids, glanced at a few nocturnal creatures who obviously had trouble sleeping early, and raised his hand to turn on the phonograph on the coffee table.

"This is..." Captain Roland heard an extremely ethereal, ocean-like singing voice, and under this singing, he suddenly felt sleepy.

"The siren's song helps you sleep." Eric answered succinctly.

"But it's a man's voice! Ha... ha ha..." Captain Roland yawned big, and lowered his voice: "How could the sea monster have a man..."

"... Phoo... Phoo..."

He fell asleep.

Eric looked around the room, and met the eyes of Ronald Thompson, who was obviously struggling.

"I won't lose." The paladin said with lip language.

The young detective did not respond to his provocation, but closed his eyes after confirming that everyone else had fallen asleep.

"You have already lost." Eric thought before his consciousness became blurred: "When you thought you were "love at first sight"."

"Looking at it from this point of view, the love physique of our Miss Witch is really miraculous! Those who provoke are all those with impure motives, including me..."

At the moment when he completely fell into a dream, he snapped his fingers silently.

The lights in the room went out.

Mr. Holmes stood on the street of Baker Street, staring at the second floor of Block A of No. 221. He didn't take a step until the lights of the whole house suddenly went out.

"I don't know what's going on with Mycroft's plan. If it goes well, London's tonight will be..." Mr. Detective thought.

"No one sleeps."