Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes and his brother looked at each other for a while, and made some kind of eye contact that Dr. Watson thought he might not be able to understand in his life. After that, the great detective showed the kind of expression after seeing the truth as expected by the doctor. That unique expression made Dr. Watson even more curious.

"It seems that some things have exceeded your expectations, and there are unexpected new flags on the chessboard."

"So, there is another me in London now?"

Although there was still doubt in his tone, Sherlock's expression was determined when he said this.

"Is there Watson too?" He touched his chin and looked at his brother's unhappy expression: "It seems that there is no more, only me."

"But even so, it is impossible for you to show such an expression. Let me make a bold guess." At this time, Holmes' eyes were shining with the familiar brilliance of Watson: "Did he call himself 'Moriarty'?" .”

"Oh! God! Holmes, I understand correctly!" Dr. Watson, who had learned enough information about the incident from his friend, immediately realized the potential meaning of this sentence through his rich associative ability.

"Your shadow, claiming to be Moriarty?" Dr. Watson raised his voice, "That's impossible."

The two Sherlock Holmes in the room turned to Dr. Watson at the same time with somewhat surprised expressions, and the one who was the younger brother asked:

"Why is it impossible?"

"It's just impossible." Dr. Watson said without thinking, "If he said that, then he must not be your shadow."

"How?" Sherlock Holmes looked at his friend with interest, suddenly eager to hear Dr. Watson's opinion on the matter.

"You can't be a bad guy, and you can't call yourself a criminal.'

"But as you said before, that is my shadow. Do you know what a shadow is, Watson." Holmes said, "It is the dark side formed after light is blocked by objects, or the image projected by mirror reflection. From a side perspective, that’s the opposite of man, or as you like to put it artistically, it’s the devil that exists in the depths of human nature.”

"If it's a projection of my dark side, why can't I be a criminal?"

"Because you are not that kind of person, even if it is your shadow, I believe he is also intelligent and principled, otherwise you would not be Sherlock Holmes!"

"So my shadow changed its name. In order not to discredit my positive self, I called myself Moriarty, so that even bad things have nothing to do with me."

"Holmes!" cried Dr. Watson discontentedly.

"Hahaha!" His friend laughed loudly in response: "I didn't expect that I have such a decent image in your heart. I thought you would occasionally think that if I can't think about it for a while, I will be in big trouble if I go the wrong way!" "

"But you can't go wrong. The reason why Sherlock Holmes is Sherlock Holmes is because he is the best character and the most intelligent man I know." case")

"You won't, even your darkest side will not take pleasure in playing with justice." Dr. Watson looked at Holmes with a serious expression: "I just knew it, I always knew it."

Holmes was taken aback by Dr. Watson's straightforward and sincere words, his face was a little red, and he rarely showed his rare emotional side: "Thank you, my friend."

"Thank you for your praise and trust." He smiled and said, "My shadow will indeed be righteous."

"However, this does not rule out that I in London are suspected." The emotional outpouring was only for a moment, and the big detective quickly recovered his usual calm appearance, and began to reason rationally: "I just said, Li London His shadow is the dark side of his heart, but in the final analysis he still inherits the character traits of the main body, even his feelings, my shadow, if he is really my shadow..."

Having said that, he raised his eyes to look at his brother.

"It's basically your shadow. The reason why I just asked you if you looked in the mirror was just to find out where the shadow came from, and to confirm whether it was a natural product of London, or was it created." Mike Luo When Ford Holmes replied, he was interrupted by Dr. Watson's sincere "confession", and his anxious expression eased a lot.

The elder brother took a deep look at his younger brother's best friend with an unusually kind gaze, and then continued: "Flora said that if you didn't look in the mirror, the shadow must have been created by your mind palace."

"After all, you have a complete model of London in your brain." Mycroft said a little dumbfounded: "London was just a simple projection before, but it came alive. Although you are an ordinary human being, you No one can compare to you in the bond with this city."

"I... understand what you are worried about." After hearing what his brother said, Holmes pondered for a while: "It is indeed very troublesome."

"But isn't this a good thing?" Dr. Watson puzzled: "Your shadow has inherited your traits and emotions, so he should be friendly to Ursula and Eric, and maybe even help them. "

Both Holmes laughed at the doctor's naive and optimistic words.

"You are right. My shadow will naturally have a natural affection for my younger generation. But, Watson." Holmes asked his friend: "I ask you, what is my attitude towards London?"

"You suddenly asked..." Dr. Watson didn't know how to organize his words. Holmes knew London, knew every corner of London, he could see the light of this city and knew the darkness, but if his attitude towards London: "You Want to protect it?"

Dr. Watson considered several words before deciding to use the word "protection". In fact, he subconsciously wanted to say that his friend loves this city, but after thinking about it, he decided to give up. Today, his friend has already moved once. , It is estimated that this year's emotional quota has been used up, and he still no longer uses such emotional words to describe it.

"It is quite accurate. Out of a little pride, I consider myself a messenger of justice in the city of London, making some small contributions to the interests of social tranquility and justice." Holmes lit his pipe and said: "My shadow must be That's what I thought too."

"He wants to protect the city."

"It's not very good." Watson was still puzzled.

"It's quite good." In the white smoke from the pipe, Dr. Watson couldn't see his friend's expression clearly for a while, but could only hear him slowly spit out such a question in a calm and ice-like tone.

"But my shadow, which London does he want to protect?"

"Welcome to my London."

The gentleman who called himself "Moriarty" opened his arms and made a welcoming gesture: "Counting the two gentlemen who will go upstairs later, we have all the gamers."

Ursula was still pondering the meaning of "his London" in this gentleman's words, but she was attracted by the latter's words.

Two more people coming?Ursula thought about it, she was sitting on the window sill just now, she didn't see anyone on the street, and now there is no movement downstairs, this person, how did he know that someone would come

According to her observations along the way, there is no one here who can monitor the global authority, even if she becomes an NPC. Eric, who has successfully mingled with a third party, can prove this point. Hook, who has the title of "wizard" that seems to have extremely high authority , obviously can't do it, otherwise he wouldn't be surprised by Eric's arrival in the castle.

But this person was implying that he could observe the movement of the entire chessboard. With the phrase "My London", Ursula looked down at the black lop-eared rabbit in her arms, and suddenly became suspicious of her original guess. shake.

She originally thought that this black rabbit might be the incarnation of London, because the umbral did not express any opinion on the existence of this rabbit, which was very deliberate, and now that the three queen candidates met, only she had a rabbit, And that guy from the same race as Li London has been hinting that it would be much better for her to be queen, so she naturally thinks that Li London is this too agile rabbit with a little soul flame.

However, now there is another guy who looks like he has a soul, which is different from those "ai" in the city who obviously follow a certain procedure to respond in line with the human design. Ursula has a stern face and lowered her eyelids to avoid this gentleman And its penetrating gaze sees through her thoughts.

The doorbell rang.

"Here they come." Said the gentleman whose name obviously broke the personality given by his address and appearance.

As the other party's voice fell, the sound of the door opening and the sound of leather shoes stepping on the stairs sounded downstairs.

"Ursula/Miss Black Cat!" Double surprise voices sounded.

"...I thought you were looking for me." Sophie narrowed her eyes to remind the two men who only saw their friends when they entered the door.

"Sophie! So you're here!" James Bruno realized later.

"You little bastard! Do you know how worried I am!" He strode forward, trying to grab his sister's ear.

Miss Sophie counterattacked habitually, and the two siblings started fighting.

Ronald Knight, who was in the group with Mr. Bruno Jr., hurriedly persuaded the fight, and the living room, which was so quiet that the sound of the fireplace burning could be clearly heard, became noisy for a while.

In this kind of chaotic situation, Ursula quickly took a peek at the gentleman, and found that the other party did not intend to stop the brother and sister from "caring for each other", but looked at it with a smile, with interest He looked at the group of them.

This gentleman's sensitivity to people's gaze is exactly the same as that of the real Mr. Holmes. Ursula's gaze, which he thought was concealed enough, was immediately spotted by him, but when the other party's gaze met her own, Miss Witch was surprised .

This gentleman didn't get angry because of her sizing up, nor did he give her the "meaningful" boss expression she imagined, but unexpectedly, he gave her a "look over there!" wink.

Ursula thought for a moment that she had been blinded, and had misunderstood the gentleman.

But that face of Mr. Holmes was really magical. Before she could react rationally, her body subconsciously obeyed the command of the other party and looked in the direction indicated by the other party.

Over there is... where Miss Rose is standing?

Miss Rose didn't have any abnormalities, she just stood there, watching the scene where the Bruno brothers and sisters were fighting.

Is there anything wrong?Ursula couldn't figure out what the other party meant by showing him Miss Rose. Was it not a natural move?Those who haven't seen Bruno's lively way of getting along with each other will pay more attention to it.In order to prevent herself from missing any key information, she took a closer look at the situation around Miss Rose, and concluded that there was nothing unusual.

Ursula, who was sure that she had not missed anything, turned her head and winked at the gentleman to show her stupidity.

Then, she saw the other party showing an expression she was very familiar with. If it was digitized, it would be three points of helplessness, six points of incomprehension, and a point of impatience for fish-lipped humans, but this expression is usually not What was facing her was her poor uncle who had been with the great detective for a long time, the kind of "I explained it so clearly, why don't you understand, Watson."

So what should she understand!

At this moment Ursula suddenly felt the same as her uncle, she really didn't understand!And this gentleman, don't you call yourself "Moriarty"?Why do you have such a habit of Sherlock Holmes? The phrase "Watson" in your eyes is almost concretized!

Ursula's determination to win was suddenly aroused by this very Holmes look. She tried to take another look at Miss Ross, but the gentleman obviously didn't intend to give her another chance. The other party clapped her hands and said loudly: "Okay, all the guests, the greetings are over, and now we're going to get down to business."

Everyone's attention was drawn back.

"Mr. Holmes!" James Bruno exclaimed in surprise, "You're here too! But don't you have magical powers? It's too dangerous!"

He was excited when he saw his friend's extremely reliable uncle, the detective, but it immediately became full of worries.

James believes that no matter what his position is, he has the responsibility to protect the people present. The appearance of this great detective made her worry that London is too dangerous for people without magic power.

"You..." He was about to continue asking, but his sister interrupted him.

"James, you got the wrong name." Miss Sophie pressed her second brother's hand and said, "This gentleman introduced himself as Moriarty."

"Ah!" James Bruno looked shocked at that face.

"Now, let me talk about the rules of the game. First of all, the purpose has not changed. Whoever wins the game can still move forward, but with me, the person who wins can move forward more than one step." The gentleman said with a smile : "It is also possible to go directly to the destination."

The young people present couldn't help but look at each other when they heard each other say that. They saw determination in each other's eyes.

"Sir, what can we do to advance the most squares?" James chose to start the question by himself.

"It's very simple, as long as you find the real culprit."

"The real murderer? You mean we want to solve the case?"

"Yes, my game is to let you go deep into a case, conduct reasoning, and find out who is behind the scenes."

James suppressed his urge to complain, the reasoning game directed by the biggest behind-the-scenes man in London "Moriarty" is too strange.

"So are we going to the scene now?" he continued asking.

"You are already there."

"what did you say?"

"I mean you are here now," repeated the gentleman with considerable patience.

"What's the case?" Miss Sophie looked around for a week, making sure that the scene was still in the original living room, she couldn't help raising her hand and asked.

"Who killed London."

"Huh?" Everyone present was dumbfounded, London?Is it the London they thought of?

"It's what you think of as London."

The gentleman sat back in the armchair, resting his elbows on his knees, his fingers touching, his iron-gray eyes scanning slowly over everyone's faces, without showing any reaction to the words.

After a period of silence, Ursula opened her mouth. She just tried to learn from this gentleman and observe everyone's reactions, but it was probably the same as taking a high math class. As long as she missed a question, she would never listen again. understood.Miss Witch still didn't find anything suspicious, so she decided to straighten out her position and put herself back on the other side, so as not to be led away by that person.

After all, the guy who called himself Moriarty was the most suspicious guy.

"I have a question." She asked.

"Please tell me, I must know everything about explaining the rules of the game." The other party nodded in a good-tempered manner.

"Are those present the same as everyone involved in the game?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Nobody else shows up halfway."

"No."

Realizing the meaning of Ursula's question, James Bruno gritted his teeth.

"Then what are our identities?" Ursula continued to ask: "Since you said that this is the scene of the crime, and there are only these people, then we can't all be detectives."

"The target is too obvious." She smiled and said, "You, the chief behind-the-scenes man, can be directly identified without reasoning."

"Smart girl." The gentleman smiled: "You guessed right, the murderer is among us."

"us?"

"Yes." Mr. "Moriarty" glanced at Ursula, and then slowly said each word: "Including me, the heinous behind-the-scenes black hand~"

"Now, the game begins."