Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

He heard high in the sky

A flute player goes away playing the flute,

Never has a flute sounded so miserable,

Not so much fun.

——"Demons in the Sky"

The demon who was in charge of playing the flute put away the instrument in his hand, and he looked at the back of his captain's head with some puzzlement, oh, no, it shouldn't be called the captain now.After this period of land grabbing and recruiting soldiers, his boss can already be regarded as a regiment leader.

To be honest, at first when their captain who had been wandering in London for a long time suddenly ran back and said that he was going to grab the territory, the flute player was quite surprised. He is an old man who has followed the captain for decades. A team of less than ten people is here.

Therefore, he knew very well where the psychological shadow of their captain Wigginson, who liked to grow a big beard, came from.

More than ten years ago, the two consecutive failed enclosure activities completely changed the development route of their team. From the very beginning, they grabbed a resident and continued to expand, so as to become a regional frightening place that can be recorded as a country legend. , the kind of vile aerial monster that might be picked up by a recruited artist as a source material, has been quietly transformed into a nameless mercenary who roams around.

But the life of the mercenaries is obviously not easy, at least after they take over the job of the suspected mermaid boy, they can no longer enjoy themselves. Not only did they not get the commission, the poor Captain Wigginson also lost his beloved beard .

Thinking of this, the flute player sighed.

Probably because there was too much emotion in this tone, and he was too full of energy as a flute player, so he unfortunately attracted the attention of Wigginson who was in a very bad mood.

"Shut up." The demon knight yelled at his subordinates in a low voice, "Do you want them to find out?"

"What are you going to do?" Piper didn't understand what was going on with his boss, he insisted on ambush them next to the gate, but he didn't do anything, even secretly observing the waves that left Fairy Township at night Other air demons who go to the world to have fun.

"The quality of the teams just now is good, and they are worth recruiting." The flute player suggested earnestly. He still has selfishness. It is a very laborious task to make it miserable enough, and the quality of the flute is also one of the indicators that affect the sound effect when they walk with the wind.

The activity has obviously become more frequent in the past two days, and he feels that his flute is a bit out of tune, and the guy in charge of playing the flute in the team that just passed by has a good mithril flute, which is much better than his bone flute.

Wigginson ignored the small thoughts of his subordinates. After scanning the circle oppressively with his eyes to confirm that all his subordinates were honestly lurking, he took out a dagger and shaved his beard under the expectant gaze of the flute player. .

"Trouble." He glanced at the pitch-black helmet under his hand. For the first time, he felt resentment towards the color of their armor. If it was silver armor like a paladin or the army of Xishen, he would be able to look in the mirror soon. ?

"You want to see that woman later?" Demon Piper understood.

"I said, shut up." The demon knight, who had just enjoyed the bearded life for a few days, had an ugly expression on his face, and with his movements, the baby face that didn't match his aura gradually became clean.

After being warned for the second time, the flute player wisely stopped provoking his boss. He looked at the gate again with some boredom. On the side of the time tree, groups of demon knights laughed and roared away, heading to the world to plunder .

One, two... not right.

The Demon Piper finally found out what was wrong.

"This is the main entrance!" It was rare for him to use his brain. Normally, he, the atmosphere group, would not be able to make plans, but for some reason today, their military adviser chose a position far away from the boss to lurk in the beginning. He couldn't ask the legion's brain, so he had to think about it.

"Are there usually so many monsters leaving the main gate?" He narrowed his eyes, trying to identify the world on the other side of the gate.

"That's...London, wait a minute, that team is, my God, that's the Legion from Barry Sodale, why are they here, are they also going to London?"

He was so surprised that he held his breath, watching them line up, stepping into the gate of the realm in wave after wave, until the last group of demon knights went to the human world, he slowly let out a breath.

The Barry Sodale Legion, a demon legion named after a place, is also the most famous air demon legion in the UK.

The legend that the air demons like to rob brides began with them. The most famous story is that they used card games and hallucinations of the ball to confuse the groom and rob the beautiful girl Brijie, which is known to everyone in the local area.

With the blessing of such sung legends, human fears and worries make them extremely powerful.

"It's time." The flute player's train of thought was interrupted by his superior, who saw the demon knight put away his dagger, took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe off the remaining stubble, and revealed his figure.

"When?" The flute player was still confused.

"Fool, of course I answered my master's call." The demon knight whistled and summoned his ghost horse. After finishing his equipment, he got on the horse and issued orders to the other demons hiding in the shadows.

"Let's go! My soldiers! From today onwards, we will replace the Barry Sodale Legion and become a new legend." He let out a piercing laugh, and rushed to the gate leading to London first.

Tonight's London is destined to be different from the past. Parents with young children rarely check their children's sleep status at this time, but walk around the living room with full of energy, or look at it from the downstairs without getting tired. End of the lineup.

"Why are you not sleepy?" Some people wondered, "Is it because I drank coffee in the afternoon?"

The situation of the children is just the opposite. Except for a few children who are too individual, most of the children in London have entered a state of deep sleep under the magic of those little flower demons borrowed from Avalon, wandering in the land of dreams in London. .

Between the original golden song and dream, these children frowned at the same time, and the miserable and joyful flute sound accompanied by some unknown black mist entered their dreamland.

Ursula keenly sensed the changes in the world's atmosphere. She first glanced at the red throne that was getting closer, and then cast her gaze into the gaps in the chessboards.

"They have already entered London." The knight who rode with her said, "It seems that they intend to take the opportunity to occupy the new dreamland territory. Just being king in Slaigou County will not satisfy the demon's ambition."

"Just tell me what I need to do." From these well-known place names in the magic survey, Ursula roughly understood the current situation - the largest army of sky demons came to muddy the water.

"Didn't Wigginson go to recruit soldiers?" The knight smiled in her ear.

"Did you say it's now?" Ursula could already see the figure of Sarah Rose sitting on the throne.

"When you get closer." The knight ordered: "As soon as I turn around, you call him."

"Your summon, you can use him to open a new passage to here."

"But he is also in London now." Ursula said: "The passage is open, and other monsters will come in. Even if Wigginson has to serve us because of the contract, the legendary sky monster will not."

"Eventually you'll have double the enemies."

"No, it's three times." The knight's tone was brisk: "I want you to order Wigginson to stand on the opposite side of us."

"what?"

"In Moriarty's name."

"Wait a minute, what you mean by justice will eventually defeat evil!" Ursula hurriedly asked.

"Yes, you are right. We represent Sherlock Holmes, the Demons of the Air and the Army of the Greek God, Moriarty and Holmes. Since London is still a child, we will resolve this disaster in a child's way .”

"A child who fills his world with play will love my gift."

Ursula blinked, gathered her magic power, and summoned Wigginson at the time arranged by the other party. Behind him, also above the Red Throne, a gate appeared as expected, and a large number of demons in the air poured out of it. With Wigginson as the boundary, confront the army of these Greek gods.

The black and white in the sky, and the red gold and white copper on the ground, clearly divided the battlefield into two sides.

The small number of Greek soldiers confronted their old opponents for a few seconds, they were not interested in fighting, they turned their horses and ran away.

"This is London?" The leader of the Barisodele Legion narrowed his eyes and looked at the Xishen army in the distance, and then turned his eyes to the environment. He took a deep breath: "This is really a good place!"

"What does it mean to do bad things well!" Wigginson froze on the spot, he noticed that the shackles on him suddenly disappeared, and the lady witch broke the contract the moment she summoned him, leaving only this sentence.

"That naive little girl won't think that I will obediently let her arrange me after I don't have a contract." He thought: "How could I listen to her..."

Wigginson turned his head, just in time to meet the eyes of the head of the Barry Sodale Legion.

"...Damn it." After seeing this notorious colleague, he finally realized the nature of his race: "I seem to have to do bad things."

He touched his smooth chin, and greeted him actively: "Hi, friend."

"Did you notice the girl who was with those Xi just now?" The demon knight smiled: "I heard your story, I don't know if you are not interested in making a big fortune. For example... Grabbing Xi's bride."

Dr. Watson went to test his friend's situation for the third time. It was not because he was too worried, but because Holmes had fallen asleep too soundly.

He, Holmes and the other's elder brother, Mycroft Holmes, were talking at the time, and the great detective suddenly fell down without warning in the middle of his speech.

Dr. Watson was naturally taken aback, and immediately went to check what was going on with Holmes. Since this gentleman with unhealthy living habits had numerous previous convictions, his first reaction was that Holmes was sick again!

However, after careful inspection, this guess was overturned, and all signs indicated that his friend was just asleep.

So did Mycroft, stopping the doctor from trying to wake his brother with smelling salts: "Don't worry, doctor, I assure you, he's just asleep."

"That shouldn't be..." Dr. Watson withdrew his hand and straightened up: "Speaking of which, why am I not sleepy at all?"

The doctor's gut told him something was wrong.

"You noticed." Mycroft smiled. "It's just a little bit of magic to keep the grown-ups awake as much as possible."

"But Holmes..."

"He's different, he's a chess player now." Mycroft looked at his brother's sleeping face, and lowered his voice involuntarily: "I didn't expect that he would actually play chess in person."

"This kid is carrying me behind his back again..." he murmured.

"Hmm." Dr. Watson looked over curiously.

"Ahem." Mycroft changed the subject: "Doctor, did you ever play the game of playing the battle of red and white roses when you were young?"

"Yes." Dr. Watson nodded. He was extremely understanding and did not go into the details of Mycroft's words: "I usually like to play the role of the white rose."

"Hahaha, actually, Sherlock and the others are playing such a game now."

"Playing now?" Dr. Watson was puzzled, "But didn't he fall asleep?"

"The game can only be started because of falling asleep." Mycroft explained: "In real London, you must first enter the dreamland, and then enter through a special channel, and Sherlock happens to have this "special channel"."

"His shadow is the medium through which he enters London."

"Huh?!" Dr. Watson originally wanted to ask more about the specific situation, but the lights in the house suddenly went out together, and the sudden darkness interrupted his thinking.

"What's the situation?" He subconsciously looked out the window, and the street lights outside were also turned off, and the light source for the entire street now came from those parade performance teams.

There was not a cloud darker than darkness floating in the sky at all. Dr. Watson rubbed his eyes, wanting to reconfirm whether he was wrong, because the black cloud was really obvious, and it was still very close, as if it was right in front of them. Same as the roof.

hiss.

The flame suddenly appeared and ignited, and the electric lights and gas lamps in the house were all lit up, and the street lamps outside the house were also turned on again without the lamplighter coming.

"The final cast is in place." Mycroft added another blanket to his brother lying on the sofa, and sat back in the chair.

"Doctor Watson, you are an excellent writer. Sherlock has praised your literary accomplishments in private many times."

"You are ridiculous." Dr. Watson laughed dryly. He felt that Mr. Holmes was too polite, and the original words of their big detective must not be so good.

"You don't believe it, Sherlock really praised you to me." Mycroft smiled when he saw Dr. Watson's expression: "Although he will never admit it in front of you, he will always be harsh. Accusing you of writing too superficially, blaming you for only knowing how to cater to the interests of readers, but not paying attention to strictly following the data to reflect the facts. (Quoted from the original words of Sherlock Holmes in "The Case of the Military Class")"

"You know him very well." Dr. Watson said with a smile, "Sherlock Holmes does always say that. According to him, all modifiers that serve the atmosphere of the story are superfluous."

"Hahaha, it is indeed his style. But this does not mean that he does not appreciate art, so apart from this small flaw, the literary quality of your article is absolutely recognized."

Dr. Watson expressed doubts about the statement that Sherlock Holmes would appreciate art. The other party had a very high artistic taste and was familiar with all the works of art that had stayed in the auction house, but this did not mean that he liked to appreciate them. Dr. Watson Also slandered many times.

The music is alright, the way Holmes judges plays and novels is a disaster.

Mycroft Holmes saw what Dr. Watson was thinking, but he didn't point it out. He smiled and said, "What do you think of children's stories?"

"Which type?"

"The kind of fairy tales about princes and princesses."

"Very traditional romance."

"What about the modern ones? Have you ever read Tennyson's The Princess?"

"Yes, great poet laureate." Dr. Watson replied: "A very interesting work."

"Quite a few girls enjoy reading it."

"It's normal, girls today are different than before, they aspire to have their own careers and most of them do well."

"That's right, the world is gradually advancing, and there are girls in universities. Although there are many restrictions, overall progress is being made."

Dr. Watson did not respond, he was now at a loss.

"Times have changed, doctor." Mycroft continued: "What princesses desire is no longer to marry a prince, but to become a queen themselves. Career and dreams are what they desire now."

"It's good. I think it's a good thing for a young girl to be capable."

"That's right, it would be a good thing if only the girls themselves participated in this matter." Mycroft said calmly, but a storm was brewing in his iron-gray eyes: "But their families don't think so. The status of queen is a better sacrifice for them."

"A careerist and a lunatic hit it off and vowed to change London."

"They've been doing this since last year, and it's even worse this year. It's obvious. The case of the Tarot card bride at the beginning of the year, and the living sacrifice case you met in Egypt are all related to their plan. They are all for today's Experiments and preparations made late.”

Dr. Watson was dumbfounded. He recalled those events and found that the victims were indeed girls.

"Is there no way to stop them?"

"Of course there is, and I actually said it just now."

"Is there?" Dr. Watson said in surprise, "Ah, then I probably missed your words."

"Hahaha" Mycroft laughed loudly, "I'll give you a hint, doctor, fairy tale, child, game."

"...I still don't quite understand." Dr. Watson gave up after thinking for a while.

"Then I'll be straight." Mycroft shook his head, as if regretting that Dr. Watson gave up the fun of guessing riddles: "They are using reality to influence dreams, but we are doing the opposite."

"Turn this conspiracy into a dream game, a perfect fairy tale." Big Holmes fiddled with the checkers that Sherlock had randomly placed on the coffee table, and picked up the red and white kings.

"And fairy tales never allow evil to triumph."