Ursula, who was running towards the red throne, stopped suddenly, causing Eric to look back.

"what happened?"

"rabbit!"

Ursula lifted her foot, and the black lop rabbit she had let loose before setting off was clutching her calf.

"When?" Seeing this scene, Eric couldn't help but frowned, he didn't notice the slightest movement of this little creature coming.

"Just now, suddenly the footsteps became heavy." Ursula kicked, but this rabbit was very stubborn and couldn't be shaken off at all, and since she didn't feel any malice from the other party, it was not easy to use violence directly.

"This rabbit?" Eric stood and looked at it for a while, and said, "It seems to be different from the previous one. Your clothes...well, I can't squat down and get close, so please pull it off first." up."

"You changed this body..." Ursula rolled her eyes: "You were going to change into a pantsuit and a dress, and it won't be a long time. You insisted on making it so fancy."

In Eric's self-aware apology, Ursula squatted down, kneaded the rabbit, and transferred it to her hands.

"Here~" She held up the rabbit and showed it to Mr. Detective.

"It's really different." Eric pointed to the rabbit's ears: "Its ears are rounder than the previous one."

Ursula eyed the rabbit suspiciously, not seeing where the so-called roundness was.

"Tsk, come to think of it, Ursula." Eric pondered for a while, and then said, "Did you suspect that this rabbit is Li London?"

"Ah, there is such a thing, but the subsequent development is not..." Ursula shook the rabbit: "Wait a minute, what is your expression?"

"I think your idea may be right." Eric rarely showed a tangled expression: "Of course, my reasoning may be right."

"So what's your reasoning?"

"I thought Miss Rose's shadow was Li London a minute ago."

"Didn't she be Miss Rose's reflection in Helen's mirror?"

"The two are not contradictory, have you forgotten? Miss Rose is not just a student in an ordinary university, she is also a person from the clock tower." Eric explained: "Before this, none of us knew that Since the mirror that only exists in the story is real."

"The family history of the Ross family is very simple. Except for the fact that old Ross became the son of the goblin who became acquainted with the town of goblins, their ancestors are different from the Bruno family who mixed with goblins in King Arthur's time. There is nothing related to magic testing. Experience." The young detective rested his chin with one hand: "According to my investigation, the goblin who replaced him is also very ordinary, and it is impossible to have such troublesome objects related to gods."

"So, where did Miss Rose get this mirror?"

"Look, Darling." Eric said, "It's been a long time since Miss Ross gave you the mirror. Little Mr. Ross is in London. Has he looked for the mirror?"

"The paladins are looking for mirrors, but they are also aimless. Mr. Ronald Thompson clearly saw me and "me" and you holding the mirror box at the black swan, but he didn't respond .

"You mean it came from the clock tower." Ursula looked at the rabbit in her hand. "It is, and so is she. You mean there may be more than one incarnation of London?"

"It should be said that there must be more than one." Eric stared at the black rabbit seriously: "I missed a clue that Sherlock repeatedly hinted at."

"Let's talk?" Ursula, who was in charge of recounting all the details of Sherlock's appearance to Holmes, raised her chin slightly.

"Moriarty may have more than one hint." Eric said, "You said that the first "Sherlock" was actually his shadow, and the real Sherlock suddenly appeared behind."

"If we boldly take the premise that the current Miss Rose is part of Li London, so are these rabbits, and carry on the backward push."

"That……"

"You don't mean to say that Sherlock's shadow is also in London?" Ursula continued, with a hint of horror in her tone.

"Is it impossible?"

"What are the logic and clues that support your reasoning?"

"Didn't I say that, the other party has always called himself "Moriarty"." Eric replied: "Since the person Sherlock is talking to is you and not me, I wonder if his hinting method is also because of yours. The narrative has been adjusted."

"You guys?" Why is there another person?

"You and Dr. Watson, remember what Sherlock said about our dear doctor's way of describing events?"

"It is said that the way of narration is like writing poetry, which is too romantic and artistic." Ursu pulled the corner of his mouth.

"You are a writer too, Miss Watson."

"so?"

"If you were to describe Moriarty's relationship with London, what would you say, don't think too long!" Eric stopped Ursula from falling into deep thought: "Just use the way you like and are used to."

"He is the darkness of this city," Ursula blurted out, emptying her thoughts.

"Aren't shadows just black?" Eric said.

"..." Now it was Ursula's turn to frown: "Is it a bit random?"

"Then Darling, how do you explain why Sherlock's shadow has such great power to summon Sherlock." Eric continued to analyze: "The most important thing is that we judge that it is based on London, isn't it? Does this world have real life or soul creatures?"

"In London, which devours umbrals, three living figures appeared, apparently with their own minds." The young detective looked at Ursula: "Is this not suspicious?"

"But Hooker is here?" Ursula objected.

"He's wearing that doll he got from you."

"Huh?" Ursula was shocked. "Isn't that a blonde woman?"

"Wigs and makeup, plus a magical mask, he is a pirate with countless magical treasures on the magical ocean~"

"You knew early on?"

"I just want to save face for him. After all, he is 10 cm shorter than usual even if he wears 6 cm high heels." Eric said innocently: "Don't look at him like that, he still cares about height. He usually wears special high-heeled riding boots. In order to conceal this, he also specially wears a top hat, which he used to like to laugh at most, saying it looks like a chimney.”

"..." Ursula was speechless, what kind of schoolboy behavior is this.

"Well, even if we know that there is more than one person in London, what next?" Ursula asked, "We don't need to make a contract with each other."

"We are not going to the Red Throne."

"Huh?" Ursula had just uttered a single word when Mr. Detective grabbed her hand and ran in the opposite direction.

"Wait a minute, this direction?!"

"Yeah, let's go to the clock tower." Eric replied, "Remember when I said Miss Ross might be a squirrel?"

"remember."

"I~ No matter how bad I am, I still want to be a hunter. If I work hard, I may be able to surpass one level~" Eric's tone became lighter: "If I throw myself into the trap of being a bug, Sherlock will laugh at me if he finds out. forever."

Ursula subconsciously looked at the tree of light, where Mr. Holmes was now acting as the heart of the tree.

The clock tower is outside the chessboard, and the road is far easier to walk than a chessboard with different geographical environments. Ursula did the math, and they only spent half the time before reaching the tower.

"Come on, Ursula."

The half-elf, with the characteristic silver-gray eyes of the Sherlock Holmes family, was the first to step up the steps of the gate of the tower, and held out his hand sideways to her.

The twilight of the clock tower fell and fell on the young detective's black hair, dyeing the top of his head with a silver halo of the same color as his eyes.

Ursula stood under the steps and raised her head. She could feel her heart beating violently. It was an excitement driven by a sense of fate, and it was also... a call from another world.

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