Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula's speech made everyone present look at her in amazement.

"Why Miss Rose?" James Bruno asked Ursula cautiously.

"Because I think a person with such a face will definitely not do bad things." Ursula plausibly said: "Only the Queen's candidate who has the chance to kill London is present, so it's easy to guess."

"..." James still didn't say the words that you and Sophie are also possible. This is not because they are closer, but because his sister pinched him severely when Miss Witch looked at them .

However, the following conversation made him feel that the pinched piece of flesh hurt even more.

"You are right, I am indeed suspicious." Miss Rose nodded, but did not refute.

"I may indeed have killed London."

"Since you think so, then there is no problem." Ursula clapped her hands and winked at Sophie: "Let's vote quickly to end this game."

"Is this too hasty?" James looked at Miss Rose's calm face and felt that something was wrong.

"You're right." Ursula changed her tone graciously: "Then it's not Miss Rose, it's me."

"Ahem, I should also have a share." Sophie hurriedly raised her hand.

Miss Rose was visibly taken aback for a moment, but hesitated to speak.

Discovering this point, James swallowed the draft he had typed. He looked at the three ladies present and felt that the matter was not simple.

"What charades are you playing?" He asked suspiciously, this situation of scrambling to be the murderer is really suspicious.

"Is this the answer for you guys?" the gentleman with the same appearance as Mr. Holmes asked.

"Yes." Ursula nodded, and Miss Sophie immediately followed suit.

Instead, Miss Rose hesitated: "You two..."

"The answer is certain. I killed London myself." Ursula turned directly to the gentleman.

Miss Ross sighed and said the same thing, which confused James Bruno even more.

"Congratulations, you got the answer right." The gentleman shook his hand: Now the ladies can move forward. "

"Then we also..." James quickly pulled Ronald Cavalier.

"Sorry, you got the wrong answer."

"We haven't said anything yet!" James wondered, "Why did we get the wrong answer?"

"Don't you mean to say that you killed London too?" said the gentleman, who was squatting in front of the fireplace, stoking the fire with pokers, without looking up.

"No." James hurriedly said, "I want to say..."

This mysterious gentleman didn't give him a chance to distinguish: "If you lose, you lose. Sir, just a friendly reminder, shut your mouth now, or you will bite your tongue."

"What... ah!" An ordinary landscape painting on the wall suddenly turned into a whirlpool, sucking the two men into it.

Ronald Knight, who didn't express any opinion on this matter at all, grabbed the picture frame quickly before being swallowed by the picture frame, and took a hard look at his black cat lady.

"Laughing?" The knight showed an unbelievable expression, he raised his head hard, trying to confirm what he saw.

Sure enough, the lady didn't have any anxious look on her face. Compared to Miss Sophie who was full of worries, she didn't even look at them.

"Hiss, damn it." James took a breath, and the "Moriarty" reminder didn't work, because it happened so suddenly, he still bit his tongue.

"Isn't this the dividing line?" He stood up and patted the ashes, and looked at the very familiar environment. The sky was divided into two colors from here: "Tsk, we are back to the original point."

He tried to move forward in the previous direction. There were no guards in the grid at the boundary, they just had to step over...

James stopped. He stretched out his hand and firmly pressed it on the air. There was an invisible barrier preventing them from going to the other side of the chessboard.

"Thompson" He originally wanted to discuss with his companion what they should do next, whether to find a way to break through the barrier, or follow the situation and walk in the opposite direction, only to find that his companion looked distraught.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know why." Ronald Thompson covered his forehead and said, "I suddenly felt hostility towards Hei... no, it was Watson and the others."

Hearing this sentence, James' expression became serious, and seeing the other party's expression also changed.

"What kind of hostility?"

Mr. Bruno Jr., as the master, knows some inside stories about the Paladins, including the fact that Ronald Thompson is a "real Paladin".

This innate attribute allowed Knight Ronald to find the Holy Knights wandering in the gaps in London through his own strength when he was a child, and he joined smoothly.But because of this attribute, he cannot enter the home team, nor can he participate in most secret operations.

James couldn't understand it for a while, and they got close for a while out of curiosity, and then he understood why, what it meant to be a born paladin.

His world is either black or white, with no middle ground.

It is a very scary thing for such a person to suddenly become hostile to his sister and "object of allegiance".

"Huh..." Knight Ronald felt the tension of Mr. Bruno Jr. He took a deep breath and explained to the other party: "But this is not my will, but the law of this world."

"It's telling me I should go beat them."

"But I don't feel that way." James was a little puzzled, but he immediately remembered that he had an ID card, so he quickly put his hands in his pockets.

"Huh..." His fingertips didn't touch a card as he thought, but a hard object.

"When is the chess piece...it's Sophie." James looked at the chess piece representing the knight, and suddenly remembered his sister's weird little moves, and suddenly realized.

He continued to pick out the cards, and the color and style of his identity card changed. The original single-color card had the same pattern on the back of the chess piece he got.

"You touch your pocket, it should be stuffed for you too."

Ronald rubbed his temples, and sure enough he took out a chess piece from his pocket.

"It's... the White King."

He and James looked at each other and understood where the inexplicable hostility came from.

"Here you are." Ursula handed over the bag of chess pieces: "Choose your own identity, and then move forward."

"Which one did you choose?" Sophie asked while picking and picking in the bag.

"You come first," Ursula replied.

Sophie immediately took the knight's pawn, but Miss Rose hesitated for a while, she looked at Ursula, seeing that the other party really didn't intend to pick first, gritted her teeth, and took the queen.

Sophie, who was watching from the sidelines, was stunned, not because the other party directly chose the queen's behavior, but because the moment she picked up the queen's chess piece, the king's chess piece beside her turned into powder.

"what's going on?"

"Of course it's because the king is the only one." The gentleman watched the actions of the girls with great interest, and then urged them to step through the gate after Miss Rose took the chess piece. Composition, the shape of an arch.

Sophie was going to watch Ursula pick a chess piece, but she was pushed lightly by the gentleman and fell directly into the fireplace.

"Hey hey hey!"

Miss Rose stepped in by herself, and before her figure had completely disappeared, Ursula spoke.

"I don't think Moriarty is a good name. What you want to do is bright, and Helen is not suitable for you."

"But I think it's very suitable, whether it's the shadow of London or the mirror." Miss Rose smiled, no longer the panic expression, but the one Ursula had seen in that secret place in Egypt, when The other party was confused by magic, thinking that she was a new priest who had just entered the temple, and her face was full of desire to win.

"I'll win, for her, I'll win." The flame leapt back into the hearth, and the arch disappeared with it.

Now, in this Baker Street grid in London, there were really only Ursula and Sherlock Holmes.

"Is it your plan or an accident?"

"Should it be an accident?" The tone of the real Sherlock Holmes, who suddenly fell into London with consciousness, was rare and uncertain.

"should?"

"Because Mycroft didn't look like he knew about it." Mr. Holmes sat back in his chair: "But Eric..."

Ursula pricked up her ears nervously at the name of young Holmes.

"Um..." Mr. Holmes started, then stopped.

"Can't you tell?" Ursula asked softly.

"No, but I don't know how to describe it." Mr. Holmes smiled and signaled Ursula to relax: "Because magic is really not my field. If it is a chemical reaction, I can speak clearly, but magic elements, haha .”

"I didn't come here all at once." He leaned back in the chair, picked up the pipe that was thrown on the table next to him, didn't light it, just held it in his hand.

"Did you play the game "Earth, Wind, Water, Fire" when you were young?"

"Games? No." Ursula, who had never participated in the childhood games of local children, shook her head.

"This game is a game about elements vs. matter. When you are selected, you need to name the three kinds of substances in the corresponding element. I crossed from a London where I couldn't tell whether it was real or imaginary." Mr. Holmes Said: "After 12 yuan of land, each land has a substance as my anchor point, isn't it amazing?"

"You can see the elements!" Ursula noticed the problem in Mr. Holmes' words.

"No, the eyes didn't become magical, but the reasoning allowed my brain to build the whole frame. After all, I stepped on three strange-shaped fishes, three plants with pungent smells, and then three feathers, three quilts. Overburned charcoal."

"That's obvious." Mr. Holmes said with a smile: "As for Eric, it's because there were people standing not far away dancing in several places, and many people onlookers were scolding him for throwing things around."

"So I guess that the passage that led me to London is related to Eric."

Ursula finally understood what that long-haired Eric was up to with so many goblin gatherings in London.

"It seems that you know about this." Mr. Holmes nodded when he saw Ursula's suddenly realized expression. "Then you should also know what this is."

He spread out his palms, and a single coin gleamed silver under the blaze of the fire.

"Can you explain to me why there is a silhouette that looks like me on this coin?"

Looking at that familiar coin.

Ursula was not well, how could that be explained!