Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula quietly looked at this guy who obviously got a strange role design, and then when the other party persisted in going through the exaggerated greeting process again, she decisively took the rabbit off her shoulder. Come down, hold and take a step back.

"Looks like we've met a very suspicious guy."

"Suspicious guy" Eric deliberately pretended not to understand, and when Ursula backed away, he took a step forward in confusion. "You're definitely not talking about me, miss."

So Ursula had no choice but to retreat, and Mr. Holmes moved forward again. The two of them dodged each other and circled in circles for a long time.

Then, suddenly, Ursula stood still and made an unexpected movement. She lifted the rabbit up and stuffed it into his arms.

"Chirp!" The black lop-eared rabbit suddenly frowned. It was sitting comfortably in Miss Witch's arms to watch the fun, but it suddenly changed places.

"You are too enthusiastic." Eric grabbed the rabbit's ear and smiled quickly: "Is this a gift for me?"

"Take a rabbit for clothes," said Ursula grimly, avoiding the teary eyes of the lop rabbit. "Fair deal."

"Tsk, it's a pity." The magician let out an extremely regrettable sigh: "Why are you not fooled?"

Ursula snorted, "The rabbit is yours, after all!"

Little Mr. Holmes shook his head helplessly, stuffed the stunned rabbit into his coat pocket, and then waved his cane at Ursula.

Snapped!

The red, white and black tutu skirt spread out on Miss Witch's body, matching with the sudden flash of laurel hair crown on her head, it was strangely harmonious.

"Okay, I'm going in." Ursula confirmed the appearance of her clothes, and planned to enter the palace directly.

"Chirp!!!" The black rabbit started screaming heart-piercingly behind her, looking like he was abandoned by a heartless man.

"It's alive!!" Eric said suddenly.

The unwilling screams stopped abruptly.

"What?" Ursula turned her head to the side, her eyes rested on the black guy pretending to be a fake rabbit, she stopped, and she spoke slowly and elongated.

"What is alive?"

"I mean..." Eric paused deliberately for a while, he inadvertently stroked the rabbit, and then he felt the stiffened hair of the little guy in his pocket, and then continued: "Your hair crown, It seemed to be alive."

As the words fell, the fur softened.

"Of course, it's made of branches, or maybe it's a real tree." Ursula glanced at the suddenly well-behaved rabbit in the other's arms. She decided to re-evaluate the rabbit's IQ, and confirmed that it must not Let the other party follow their own actions.

The pair of "despicable" adults looked at each other and smiled after frightening the "children" who might not have been conscious for a long time.

"Together." Mr. Detective motioned.

"Together."

The two entered the gate of the palace together.

Ursula refrained herself from looking at the rabbit, lest it arouse its alarm.Ever since she had the idea that Li London might be "smart," the rabbit had become tricky.

She could feel that, from her own parents, to Mr. Holmes, to the guide played by the newly separated Hook (although he did not admit it), everyone who could not harm her thoughts was trying to push her towards the same path. way to go.

"That gentleman once said that for the benefit of the public, he must continue to die with the danger." Ursula said with a straight face, "You almost took action some time ago, but now, I think about it carefully. , should it be my turn this time?"

"By the way, I don't really know London very well, and London is a map that I haven't explored much yet, so can you tell me so that I can be mentally prepared, Mr. Magician."

"If I am unlucky or lucky enough to become the Queen of London, what will happen to me. I will lose my freedom and I will never be able to leave London."

"It's worse than that, and it won't be much better than the worst outcome I had in Egypt last time." Eric put his left hand in his pocket, and naturally pressed the black rabbit in his pocket lightly.

"You know that some Xi are transformed by human souls."

"I know."

"Then do you think they are still the original ones?"

"What do they think..." Ursula asked while looking up at the gilded decorations on the corridors of this building, which was completely a replica of the real palace, and confirmed that it was exactly the same as when she visited England before.

"They feel that they are no longer, even though their real names have not been changed." Eric replied: "The transformation of the soul is a very delicate thing. Eternity is actually giving up one's own existence."

"No accident."

"As far as I know...no." The young detective hooked the door ahead with his cane: "So what do you choose now."

"You won't persuade me." Ursula gave him a surprised look.

"I think you are very conscious when you are angry with me, and you should know what to do." Eric turned sideways and gave priority to women. "And it's the right thing to do."

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something: "By the way, what are you going to the palace for, are you going to the evening party?"

"No, I'm here to find some treasures." Ursula replied: "My guide was playing hide-and-seek with me, and gave me a clue poem full of gold, silver and jewels, claiming to find him, so that I would be eligible to participate in the battlefield." The race for the queen's throne."

"What clues, can you tell me?" Eric asked curiously.

"The "Ghost Covenant"," Ursula replied simply.

Eric's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he took a big step to block the door.

"What are you doing?" Ursula looked warily at the gentleman who had just signaled her to advance.

"If I'm not mistaken, you want to go to a place like the palace's treasure house." The young detective said with a smile.

"That's right."

"You don't have to go."

"No need to go?" Ursula realized something: "Do you know where those things are?"

"Yes, and I also ruled out the wrong options for you." Mr. Detective smiled brighter: "I actually came in from the battlefield. If the clue is that poem, then what you are looking for is a chess set .”

"Where is it?" Ursula looked at the other party's suddenly happy expression, and had a bad feeling.

"It was originally a toy store in the city."

"Mistake." Ursula secretly hated herself for being too anxious, and should have walked around the city more.

"What about now?" She looked at him expectantly.

"Now... well~" As expected, Eric patted his right pocket lightly: "Here."

Ursula moved closer to the other party with some surprise, but this time Eric was uncharacteristically and took the initiative to distance herself from Miss Witch.

"Equivalent exchange, Darling." The half-elf stood under the half-shadow cast by the door. The effect of this light and shadow made his supposedly beautiful smile look a little more sinister.

The small golden balance, which Ursula had also helped restore, was lifted by the magic of the wind.

Eric slowly threw the bag containing the chess pieces onto the balance, and then looked at Miss Witch.

"My dear, here is the thing, and what are you going to exchange for it?"

"Ah, that's right!" He said in an exaggerated aria while Ursula was rummaging in her pocket, "Remind you, I bought this thing with our contract chain. The most valuable things here are feelings and life."

"..." Ursula stopped looking for things, looked at Mr. Detective thoughtfully, and then she threw a gold brick into the scale.

"...Why do you carry this with you?" Little Holmes looked at the gold brick, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Because it's valuable and 'safe'." Miss Witch replied without raising her head. As for that kind of safety, whose safety...

She changed several things up, and the result of the experiment was that Eric did not fool her, and neither the "vulgar objects" nor the magic props weighed down the balance a little.

"There is no other way." Miss Witch pondered for a while: "There is not much time left, since special circumstances require special treatment."

Eric turned his head and glanced at the bright clock in the sky, just past halfway, and raised his eyebrows. He watched Ursula put away everything else, and then put his hand on the scale.

"My soul belongs to you now." The girl smiled slightly: "Is the weight enough now?"

Under Mr. Detective's incredulous expression, one side of the chess piece was instantly raised.