Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Although Mr. Holmes has never made it clear, Ursula has always acquiesced that the other party is pretending to be confused. Eric's messy operations next to him are ignored. Holmes will not even know the situation of his nephew. But Ursula was different. She knew very well that in the eyes of such a great detective, her sense of disobedience would definitely be overwhelming.

Not to mention anything else, she aroused the interest of Eric as soon as they met, and they also talked about it later. Eric admitted frankly that the surname Watson On the one hand, what really made him feel that he might also have a partner was the sense of disobedience in Ursula.

"You disguised well, but the way you look at me is still exposed." Eric said at the time.

"Eye?"

"Yes, my dear Miss Watson, the first thing you looked at me at that time was not to look at the opposite sex, but to look at a work of art. This was also confirmed in the hotel, but I noticed it , the way you look at me is no different from when you appraised that ancient mural. When you searched for clues together, your various performances also proved this point. Your attitude towards working and even competing with the opposite sex It's too natural, and it's more questionable than your questionable knowledge." Little Holmes stopped at this point, and didn't go any further. Out of mutual understanding, they turned the topic to the one that Eric just took into his hands. Tennyson's Poems (taken from Ursula's shelf).

But Eric had just read the beginning of a paragraph, and Ursula called a stop. She thought this topic was also dangerous, and they might have a debate about the content of this collection of poems as in the book.

In view of the fact that afternoon tea will be eaten later, and the delicious food is present, a peaceful mood is needed.So the collection of poems was temporarily confiscated, and Ursula didn't pay attention to whether Eric took it away again later or finished reading it.

"Your thoughts seem to be drifting a little far away. Have you organized your language?" Mr. Holmes looked at the child whose eyes were getting blurred, and tapped his pipe on the corner of the table, bringing Ursula's thoughts back to reality.

"If you want an explanation, I can only say that it has something to do with a prophecy, but you definitely don't believe this." Ursula, who thought she was definitely not following the "Long Aotian" route, never underestimated this magical world , even if she had to, she would not directly tell her background, and Eric's vague performance of choosing to be with her after guessing it also proved this point, which cannot be said directly.

"Actually, I..." Ursula hesitated, considering her words.

"Trees?" began Mr. Holmes suddenly, interrupting Ursula's inarticulate speech.

"Trees?" repeated Ursula, puzzled.

"Tree." Mr. Holmes turned his head and looked out the window.

She followed Mr. Holmes' line of sight, then jumped directly to the window sill, and looked out the window through the glass.

"Is this normal?" Mr. Holmes also walked over. He could feel that the outdoor air had become extremely cold, and ice flowers slowly bloomed on the glass, gradually blurring the view outside the window.

"I don't know." Ursula frowned. She still remembered Mr. Holmes' warning before and didn't try to open the window. She actually had a certain premonition that only London should be parallel to it. "

Ursula closed her mouth, she still didn't say anything, and Mr. Holmes' "mind reading" evolved again.

Outside the window, unknown woody branches are spreading. They emit ominous black smoke, eroding the world without smog. The place where it connects is desperately growing.In an instant, the streets full of human breath turned into a forest.

At the same time, due to the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, the tree-like crystals formed on the glass completely blocked their sight.

Fallen tree?

Ursula narrowed her eyes.

This scene was so damn familiar, she seemed to have seen similar scenes when she first came to London.

Suddenly, Ursula, who was watching intently, suddenly felt something moving above her head. Through the reflection of the glass, she saw some branches-like things shaking.

Ursula was startled, and first tried her best to push away Mr. Holmes behind her, then rolled on the spot, left the window, and looked up vigilantly.

"what?"

Where she was standing, there was nothing.

"Did you just find out?"

Blocked behind by the junior, Mr. Holmes, who was tightly guarded, was a little dumbfounded. He motioned Ursula to touch his head: "The first tree I mentioned just now refers to the one on top of your head. Let's see your reaction." It’s so big, doesn’t it usually move?”

Has a tree on her head?

Oh, it seems that there is such a tree.

Only then did Ursula touch her own crown belatedly, which should be in an invisible state.

The extra things under his hand told her that Mr. Holmes was right, there was indeed something wrong with the hair crown.Not only is it alive, but it is also extremely active, and it is very likely that it is conscious, because when she reached out to touch it, her hair crown rubbed her hand with its leaves very enthusiastically.

Ursula shuddered, and hastened to press the branches dancing wildly above her head.

To be honest, she almost forgot that there was such a thing on her head. Although the process of this hair crown from touching her was very strange, and it also played a big role in Egypt, but because this hair crown was not only in the beginning The binding behavior has never actively triggered anything, just like a normal magic item, except that it cannot be taken off, the whole is very honest and harmless.

"Hmm!" Ursula uttered a confused tone after tangling with the lively crown for a while.

"I took it off!" Holding the hair crown, she was in a complicated mood. She didn't know whether to celebrate that she could finally change her hairstyle, or to panic first.

The laurel hair crown was shining softly in her hand, which aroused Mr. Holmes' interest: "So that's the reason why you haven't changed your hairstyle very much."

He curiously observed the silver branches that jumped out of the established shape, and after confirming that the other party was harmless, he touched it lightly.

Ursula felt a sudden burn on her hand, and she let go of her hand under a physiological reflex, and the crown of hair fell to the ground.

When she tried to pick it up, it shone with intense heat.

"Be careful!" Ursula wanted to push Mr. Holmes away again, but was isolated by the light curtain. The laurel wreath, which could not be removed at all, suddenly became arrogant and avoided the touch of the original owner.

Through the light curtain, Ursula could clearly see that the opponent pulled up and gradually formed a complete tree shape, but this was not the reason why Ursula was in a hurry, because even though the crown was out of control, due to the contract She can still feel that the other party is harmless, and the magic power is also positive. What makes her exclaim is the position of the tree heart.

Those silvery branches are soft and climb up, without the support of a trunk to grow upwards, so it chooses a tree heart for itself - Sherlock Holmes.

"This is troublesome," sighed Mr. Holmes, whose body was half wrapped in the tree branch. He tried to break free, but his well-trained, top-notch strength among human beings couldn't shake any of the slender legs. branches.

"It is said that the power of a small pea seed can lift a heavy stone several times its weight." After Mr. Holmes failed to break free, since he still had the mood to study the strength of these branches: "Nature is really amazing, isn't it? "

For the first time Ursula ignored Mr. Holmes' exclamation and was on the verge of tears.

"Don't shed tears because of me, child." Mr. Holmes comforted him through the light curtain: "My dear nephew will trouble me later. I heard that you didn't cry when you were in Egypt."

"Don't be joking." Ursula desperately threw her magic power at the light curtain.

However, it was completely useless, and the homogeneous magic power became the nourishment of this tree instead.

Ursula, who discovered this, stopped inputting magic power, and held the light curtain helplessly.

"If you want to cry, I have cried because of you." She thought, restraining the soreness of her eyes and the tears that were about to pour out, she tried her best not to think about the moment when she saw Holmes' last pen. At that time, her anger was borne by the author and the villain, but now the thing that traps Mr. Holmes is her own.

He shouldn't have to go through this.Ursula thought that there shouldn't be these magical existences in Holmes' world. He should retire in a few years, go to a place with clean air to raise bees, and then wander around in chemical experiments all day long.

Is it her fault?Is it because of her arrival that the life trajectory of Sherlock Holmes has been changed?

In the chaos of thoughts, there was a sound of metal hitting the floor, Ursula lowered her head, and a shining coin rolled through the light curtain to her feet.

Ursula was stunned, her past was her future, how did she travel through time, it seemed like...

She was separated from her parents who were traveling in London that day, and where did she go?

When it was the Sherlock Holmes Museum, I tripped over a carpet when I went out. No, it was not a carpet.

Ursula covered her head.

Ah, she remembered.

One person knocked something off his hand when he passed her in the corridor.

That thing is... It seems that her father gave her when she went out in the morning... What is it, a coin, the money is right, it is a fifty pence, and it is Sherlock Holmes' commemorative coin!

Then what happened? Ursula crouched slowly, and her vague memory became clearer.

She bent over, she went to pick up the coin, and...

When he held the coin in his hand, the big detective who was supposed to be in silhouette suddenly turned around and smiled at her with a very clear face...

Basically remembering everything, Ursula suddenly raised her head and looked at Mr. Holmes in surprise.

Except for the head, the other party was basically completely covered by the tree, but the other party's expression was extremely relaxed.

"Okay, the task assigned to me will be considered complete." Mr. Holmes said with a smile: "I told you not to cry."

"..." Ursula sniffled, and suddenly understood why star chasers always said to stay away from the life of idols.She recalled what happened at the moment she traveled through, she was startled by the silhouette of Sherlock Holmes who suddenly turned into a front face, and then sat back, but sat empty.

After the endless darkness, she opened her eyes and saw the faces of her parents in Victorian costumes, young, with surprise and joy.

"It's our child," they said.

She finally understood what this sentence meant!Some things that I kept complaining about when I was a child can also be explained.

Why was she born, but her parents didn't prepare any baby products, and they had to rush to the city to buy them.

Why her mother was always alive and kicking when she was a baby, she ate deliciously, and her figure was normal. It's not because of her special constitution and quick recovery, but because she was not born at this time at all!

"Your acting skills are really good..." Ursula stood up slowly, and looked at Mr. Holmes. She finally understood how her uncle felt when he was scared every time. The feeling of watching the excitement was really different from being the person involved.

"I'm sorry, Ursula. I have been entrusted by a very important junior from afar to do so," said Mr. Holmes, somewhat apologetically.

"He also entrusted me with a sentence, specifically asking me to say it only in this kind of situation..."

"Do you want that future?"

"Do you want to raise bees after you retire?" Ursula didn't answer, but asked another question instead. This sentence is really a bit out of mind in combination with the current situation.

"...That's right." Mr. Holmes was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed loudly: "But my retirement life is not only about keeping bees, but also waiting for your letter every month, and watching those miraculous cases you encounter for entertainment. "

"Then it's all right. If that's the case, that future must be the best future." Ursula laughed through her tears.

"It's late at night, remember to continue explaining the coins to me tomorrow!"

Ursula's sadness was gone, and she really didn't know what to say!The law does not allow it!

The last branch wraps around, the trunk.

When the light curtain fell, only a mischievous voice echoed on the second floor of Block B, 221 Baker Street.

"Good night, my dear children."

When the voice sounded, in different time and space, two young men with black hair and silver eyes looked up at the sky at the same time, although the environments they lived in were different, and their costumes and hairstyles were also different.

However, in their hands, they all hold an identical chessboard made of red gold.

The half-elf looked back at the light tree that suddenly appeared in the distance and grew vigorously towards the sky, just blocking the growth space of the inverted tree.

"The chessboard is stable, we can start at any time."

"Oh, but are we the white side or the red side? Before I came in, I heard that this is a chessboard, and you have to choose a side first." The elf knight in silver armor.

"Your news is delayed." The half-elf was wearing a standard armor that Xi had just handed him: "Now there are no white squares and red squares, and now we have to face..."

He put on his helmet and got on his horse, and said in a deep voice:

"Moriarty, the greatest villain in this city."