Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula, who originally planned to get rid of the rabbit, changed her mind immediately after getting the chess piece, but she just ran a few steps with the rabbit in her arms, and met an empty armor at the corner that should be a decoration.

"Wow!" she exclaimed.

After getting the chess pieces, everything in this world has a different mark.

For example, now, Ursula looked at the same type of armor next to her head that was empty, and then looked at the armor with the flashing chess piece symbols on her head and the huge cursive identity annotation.

Ursula approached a little hesitantly, thinking whether to poke the glowing letters in the air.

In this scene, if she hadn't been holding the lop-eared rabbit that "suspected" was the incarnation of London, she would have thought that she had actually traveled to the wrong world again, and entered some kind of fairy tale-themed holographic online game.After all, titles are generally only displayed on top of characters in games.

"Should I say... I caught you." She asked after confirming that she was not dazzled.

The armor remained motionless, pretending to be dead, Ursula narrowed her eyes, and planned to lift the helmet directly with her hands.Just when she was about to touch the armor, her feet were empty, and she fell directly into an inexplicable hole that suddenly split open on the luxurious marble floor of the palace.

"I don't think there should be such a thing on the floor of the palace, at least it shouldn't look like a dilapidated building, and it shouldn't make guests fall from the floor." Floating in the void of nothingness, she raised the question to the guide in front of her very seriously. own opinion.

"...Your opinion, we will improve." The umbral who was acting as a guide was stunned by her unexpected first sentence after meeting, but he reacted quickly and immediately made a response that suited his identity.

"But that will happen after you become queen, if you still insist that this mode of transportation is inappropriate."

He gritted his teeth and finished speaking with a smile, then waved his hand: "Speaking of it, you are much faster than I thought."

"Because the place you are hiding is really... ah!" Ursula hammered the palm of her left hand with her right hand, showing a look of sudden realization: "You don't follow the school that the most dangerous place is the safest place, do you?" !"

No!How could you be so superstitious?In Miss Witch's eyes, the umbral swore he saw such unspoken words.

"Hey, anyway, you caught me, and now I'll send you to the battlefield."

"Is there no extra reward?" Ursula pointed to the clock in the sky: "I finished it ahead of schedule!"

"There is..." Umbrella didn't intend to respond to this sentence at first, but he suddenly saw a guy who was not supposed to be here in his plan, at least not in the castle, and wearing that kind of clothes.

Eric didn't know when he followed. He stood at the end of the long corridor outside the black hole, with a half-smile on his face, and mouthed at Hook.

"Mr. Guide, he's saying 'you're going to die.'" Ursula translated very intimately, fearing that the other party would not understand the lip language.

"...cough, cough, cough!" The umbral, who didn't want to face reality, took the topic with a violent cough. He pretended that he didn't see or hear anything just now, and put on a hypocritical smile again.

"You are right! There is a reward! Since you won the game in advance, you can start without the initial battlefield."

Da da da.

Footsteps came from the empty corridor, and the magician approached step by step through the void. Due to his status, he could not run in the corridor like Ursula. He could only follow the rules of the palace and maintain etiquette, step by step. walked over.

"Mr. Guide, what are you waiting for? Are you going to introduce me to that magician?" Ursula deliberately raised her voice.

The umbral's hand trembled, realizing that it would be no good for him if the two of them met, and he quickly conjured a door, trying to trick Ursula into it first.

But unexpectedly, Ursula moved faster. After confirming it, she immediately opened the door and ran away.

"Ah." At this moment, Hook realized that something seemed wrong, but before he could think about it, the cold gemstone on the magician's staff touched his forehead.

"You let my prey go, guide." The half-elf smiled: "There is a price to pay."

This is definitely Porcelain!It's still a couple's group touching porcelain!The umbral looked at the door that had disappeared, wanting to cry.

The crackling sound of charcoal burning in the fireplace, the out-of-tune violin music, and the perennial tobacco mixed with the smell of newspaper ink, this is Block B of 221 Baker Street in Ursula's impression, without any pages As dreamy as imagined, it is reality within reach.

She hugged her knees and sat on the window sill, listening to the movement in the room with interest through the tightly drawn floor-to-ceiling curtains.

First the violin stopped, and then came the sound of approaching footsteps, very small, the sound of wearing slippers on the carpet, the other party stopped very close to her, then moved away, and then there was a burst of cloth There was a rustling sound (she'd bet it was a dark gray nightgown touching an armchair cushion) and all was quiet again.

Instead, she held her breath more carefully.

"This is not a good thing..." Ursula thought, looking at the golden horizon at the end of the familiar street outside the window, which should never exist.

"I'm actually in the projection on Baker Street."

Suddenly there was the sound of heavy objects falling in the room, and then...

"I think it's a bit of a joke." It was Sophie's voice, and Ursula was a little surprised. Although she had a premonition that the other party might come in, she didn't expect to meet so early.

"...This is different from the London painting style I imagined." Ursula listened to this voice for a while before confirming the identity of the other party——Sarah Rose, her client.

"Then what kind of painting style do you want?" After a while of chairs turning, the all-too-familiar voice said with a smile, which completely confirmed Ursula's guess about the identity of the people in the room just now.

"Welcome to my grid, ladies. From now on, our games will never let you down again."

our game.

Ursula wondered what the word was, and what this man, who had the mannerisms and voice of Sherlock Holmes, had come from.

"But before that, please take a seat." The gentleman behind the curtain said: "You have walked such a long way, drink a cup of hot tea and take a rest."

"After all, my game requires a calm mind and body to think about. Are you right? Miss behind the curtain, your rapid heartbeat is not conducive to the game later~"

Ursula covered her heart, took a deep breath, then opened the curtains, and jumped off the windowsill under the shocked eyes of the two girls.

"Urshu..." Miss Sophie exclaimed in surprise, but she immediately realized that it was not appropriate to mention the other party's real name in this situation, so she quickly stopped.

"Hello, this... sir~" Ursula did not respond to the other party's surprise, but looked at the center of the living room inquiringly, and sat on a table that was exactly the same as the real living room in this familiar posture. gentleman in the armchair.

"Is it convenient to tell me your name."

"Look at you... oh~ you're still a lady witch." The gentleman with the same appearance as Mr. Holmes looked at Ursula with interest with iron-gray eyes. "You know me outside the mirror, then you should also know my name."

"I think it's better to listen to your introduction when we meet for the first time." Ursula raised her eyes and winked at Sophie, signaling them not to speak yet.

"Ha, what a funny kid." The gentleman laughed. "Well, it's impolite for a qualified gentleman to refuse a lady's reasonable request."

"Nice meeting, Miss." He blinked and said in a very brisk tone, "You can call me a professor."

"Ah, that's right. That's what you think, people call me here~" He stood up, his eyes fixed on Ursula's serious face.

"'Moriarty'."

On the Baker Street in London, which was destined to be restless before zero o'clock, a carriage passed through the lively parade and finally stopped at the door of Block 221b.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Holmes looked up from the book, and Dr. Watson's attention was finally diverted from the noisy street because of the arrival of a guest. They stared at the door of the living room together, waiting for each other to go upstairs.

"Why did your brother come here at this point? Is there an urgent case?" Dr. Watson asked curiously.

"Maybe it's something more troublesome than that." Sherlock Holmes thought for a while, then stood up, and went to the door ahead of time to meet his brother.

"Sherlock, I have a very important question that needs your answer, very precise." Mycroft Holmes said directly to his brother without greeting him as soon as he entered the door.

"I can only say... Do my best." Sherlock nodded sensitively, sensing the anxiety hidden under his brother's calm appearance.

"No matter what time it is, whether it's in reality or in a dream... Have you ever looked in Helen's mirror?"

"Oh~ that's what happened..."

Mr. Detective raised his eyebrows knowingly.

"What's going on?" Dr. Watson couldn't understand what kind of charade the brothers were playing. He knew what the mirror was, but the original one wasn't bought by Eric...

"Mycroft, I must regret to tell you that I have never looked into that mirror so far." Mr. Holmes ignored his friend's confusion at this time, but looked at his brother and replied extremely seriously: "Whether it is Neither in reality nor in dreams.”