Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

pat!

Something fell.

Dr. Watson raised his head blankly and looked towards the source of the voice.

Such a scene happened at the same time in every family in the city of London where chess was displayed, but because it was late at night and the street was extremely lively, few people noticed this scene happened.

"The victory has been decided."

After closing his eyes and meditating, Mycroft opened his eyes.

"Who won?" Dr. Watson stood up excitedly, and suddenly all the clocks in the house rang.

"It's... who... so sleepy."

His thoughts became chaotic, and a strong drowsiness hit him. He only had time to slump himself back to the sofa, and then lost consciousness.

Mycroft closed his eyes half-closed. He was also disturbed by the sudden drowsiness, but his strong willpower took effect. He heard the bedroom door on the other side of the living room being opened, and there should be a breeze in the calm room.

"Go to sleep~" A soft female voice sounded beside his ears, the golden hair shone in an incredible light in response to the firelight of the fireplace, and then he fell into a dark and sweet sleep.

"Keep him awake?"

"It's not just him, you have to go back to sleep~" The female voice replied: "When you wake up from the dream, everything will return to the original state."

"What's the original status?" The man who started talking asked, he approached the sleeping Mycroft, and carefully pulled out a photo frame from under his hand, he looked down at the photo inside, and then raised his head Asked in a serious tone: "Is this like this? Although Eric didn't tell you about her discovery, you already know it now."

"The alien star you are looking for is Ursula Watson." The man's face was illuminated by the fire from the fireplace. It was a face as alert as an eagle, and it was Sherlock Holmes.

"Don't be so serious~ I'm not in the same wave as those guys who want to use alien stars." The blond woman laughed: "On the contrary, I always think that the premise that alien stars will bring about great changes in this world is that they Being provoked, those alien stars who are being chased before they know that they have such a title, most of them are just ordinary people who want to live in peace."

"Shh!"

Mr. Holmes wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by the other party. A piece of golden fairy dust fell, and he fell into sleep again.

The blond-haired lady waved her hand, and the wind blew up in the room, pushing the detective back into the bedroom. During the movement, a photo frame fell down, making a muffled sound of falling on the carpet.

Soon, a white and slender hand picked it up and placed the photo frame in the most conspicuous place on the mantelpiece.

"Whether it's a foreign star or not, we don't even think about it."

The interior of the clock tower in London is completely different from what Ursula imagined. It is not the appearance of the college in the gap, and it is also different from the real internal structure. The golden revolving steps seem to have no end, and they go straight up. Above the tenth step, there is a bright sky. In the starry sky, stardust floats in illusion, and planets move along the axis of the sky.

"What can we do to end all of this?" Ursula looked away from the enchanting starry sky and looked at her companion.

"Go up until you find the intersection of London and reality." The young detective replied, his hand intersecting Ursula's ten fingers: "Let's go, let's go together, whether it's the present, the past, or the future."

Ursula was stunned for a moment, and she shook it back. She could feel the other person's body trembling slightly, but this time she would not think it was the excitement of finding the truth.

In this situation, she was suddenly neither frightened nor nervous.

One of them must be calm, thought Ursula.

"Actually, my thinking is still very materialistic." She said suddenly, and held Eric who was about to climb the steps: "Even if the fairies in this world are very idealistic, I think they are pinned on some kind of reality that we humans have not discovered. The existence of living matter, the gods are the same."

"So, since it's my past and my future, it should be up to me to decide."

"And..." Her smile was mischievous, and she said to Eric: "If this is really a complete spiritual world, as long as my mental power is strong enough and my imagination is rich enough, I will It is also possible that this tower will collapse.”

While saying these words, Miss Witch raised her free hand, and the terrifying heat compressed in the air: "Since we can't climb up, how about blowing up our target?"

"Finding things on flat ground isn't any better than finding things on..."

"..."

Eric was silent, lost in thought.

"You are right. Climbing this kind of stairs is really not as good as blowing up the roots directly."

"You're not doing it for the public good this time?" Ursula laughed. "What if the citizens of London are ruined here and never dream again?"

"Maybe they will sleep better because of this? And it won't necessarily be affected, isn't it?" The young detective said in a very serious tone: "You are right, the nature of the world is materialistic, and dreams are based on memories. How could it be possible for the brains to collectively undergo drastic changes because of the loss of an illusory tower, and it’s not some kind of chemical gas.”

He raised his hand too, and a storm began to brew.

"You hit the fireball first, and then I will bring it up with the wind."

Ursula nodded with a serious expression, and raised her hand to throw the condensed fireball towards the starting point of the steps.

when!When! When!

The bell rang deafeningly, but the huge full moon outside the tower was obviously not on the hour.

Ursula didn't stop because of this unexpected situation, the tower suddenly shook violently, the door that closed automatically after they entered suddenly opened wide, the ground tilted, trying to fall the two of them out.

"caught you."

The air cage captured a meteor passing through the stardust, and the storm in Eric's hand dissipated with ease, and the wind element did not have any restlessness, as if he had just made an illusion.

"What should I do?" Ursula said with a bitter face, "I really condensed a compressed fireball."

"Then throw it to the sky, that upside-down tree needs some heat to burn." The young detective smiled and said, "Come on, this... I'll call you the bell tower first, open your dome, otherwise It's fine to just let it blow up here."

"As our victory salute for catching you."

The point of light made no sound, but the sudden transparency of the top of the tower proved that it was intelligible.

Ursula took a deep look at the "shooting star" and threw the fireball into the sky.

Under the support of the wind element, huge "fireworks" exploded at the root of the tree of rebirth, and the tree of light, which was transformed from Ursula's hair crown, took the opportunity to grow, occupying the space, and unexpectedly gained the upper hand for a while .

"what happened?"

The two sides fighting fiercely above the chessboard were disrupted by the huge movement.

"Caught." The girl on the red throne said to herself.

"What was caught?" Adonis asked her sharply, turning her head.

"Nothing." Miss Rose lowered her head.

"You'd better explain to me," Adonis threatened, "if you want to have your own consciousness after this is over."

"I, I said." The girl's body trembled, and she slowly raised her head, the expression on her face was full of...

Joy and twist.

This kind of smile, which could be called crazy, made Adonis subconsciously take a step back, but immediately the ambitious young man regained his composure.

you said. "He thinks the girl might be mad in a fit of terror."

"A demon." The girl smiled, "A demon born of human greed just like you."

"Did you know? Human beings." The girl's tone became arrogant and contemptuous: "The magic side generally believes that the actual clock tower construction plan was born because of the influence of the tower in London."

"Human?" Adonis repeated the word: "You call me human?"

"However, this is an outright lie, a lie of the century fabricated by humans who are as despicable as you, trying to cross the boundaries of that law, stealing the core of the goblin tree of time, and deceiving the young people of mankind who are thirsty for knowledge join, but torment them with chaotic and distorted dreams, inducing them to behave insanely."

"The teenage children are okay. Those orphans who grew up in the Clock Tower at a young age are innocent and ignorant, and have been indoctrinated with wrong ideas. They are either silent or going crazy. You always say that there are lunatics in the Clock Tower, but no People exploring those crazy people were just a blank slate before."

"You're not Sarah Rose! What are you?" Adonis asked sullenly.

"What's the attitude? Don't you just want to get my contract after putting so much effort into it?" The girl laughed; "You ask me what I am? I'm the London you've been thinking about!"

But it’s just one of them, she silently added in her heart.

Please destroy it, do not hesitate to destroy the root of their madness.

The girl on the red throne looks into the distance, even if it costs her her life, as long as "she" is free.

"Tree Heart."

After carefully observing the struggling spot of light, Eric said, "Remember the time tree next to the gate of the Fairy Town that I told you about?"

"remember."

"There is the power of the heart of a tree in this thing."

"what?"

"Not all of them. I understand their purpose. Summoning the old gods and occupying London are all foreshadowing. They are to create a new time tree."

"For what?" Ursula could not understand. "Isn't that tree just a watch?"

"Several worlds share time and space." Eric said with a guilty conscience.

"!" Ursula squeezed his paw severely: "You should talk about this kind of thing sooner!"

"If the time tree is used as a medium, it is possible to travel across time and space, but in theory you can only go back to the past, not the future." Eric explained: "But no one has succeeded, it's just that there is such a This kind of theory is only circulated inside Avalon, and this is inferred because the appearance of alien stars found on the island has something to do with it."

"Then what is this thing?" Ursula pursed her lips upon hearing this theory.

Eric studied the little "shooting star" emitting light for a while, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Ursula.

"Let's take a gamble." The young detective said, "It won't hurt us if they push us this far."

Ursula knew that they were talking about her and Eric's parents.

"Then take a gamble." Miss Witch took a deep breath and said, "We've already come here, if we're still timid, then we might not be able to find out the truth for the rest of our lives."

Following Eric's strength, she held the trapped meteor together with him.

For a moment, the darkness that was completely opposite to the light of the shooting star entwined, cries of pain, unwilling anger, twisted madness, all emotions that were contrary to beauty entangled, and the extremely clear images of many people flashed in front of her eyes , costumes of different eras, and finally stayed on a phantom.

"Is that Miss Ross?"

"I know what this thing is." Eric covered his heart. For some reason, he was less able to bear these emotions and pictures than Ursula. Ursula could clearly feel that the other party was almost If he couldn't stand still, he quickly supported him with one hand.

"It ate the dreams, or souls, of those people, and here is where the lunatics of the clock tower end up."

"Miss Ross too?" Ursula asked in surprise.

"She should be the last target." Eric gritted his teeth and said, "Li London is going to come back to life. It's a big lie. We've all been lied to. The only thing that wants to come back to life is this thing."

"It is true that the umbrals are unwilling to come to this place because they will be swallowed, but the reason why they are swallowed is not because they are both shadows, but because they are both "fear"."

"It's all based on human fear and fantasy emotions, but this thing is more greedy."

"Then how do we destroy it." Ursula asked after thinking for a while, "It seems to have self-awareness, is very mature, and knows how to pretend."

"..."

"What's the matter? Is it difficult?" Ursula asked after seeing Eric's silence, but the other party still didn't say a word, so she seemed to understand something.

"So this time it's me~" She smiled: "Did you feel my mood last time?"

"It's different." Eric said with difficulty: "It's different, I'm sure, but you..."

"Eric, what is the purpose of the arrival of alien stars?" Ursula suddenly changed the subject: "Why does this world allow the souls of another world to come?"

"I feel like I can touch the heart of the tree you mentioned~"

Ursula resolutely let go of the hand that was holding the shiny "demon" with Eric.

Gently pushed away Mr. Detective, who was weakened by those negative emotions and magic shocks.

Following her movements, a golden crystal-like object broke away from the "meteor".

The light of the "Meteor" then dimmed, and finally turned into a twisted mass like a black hole. It was still struggling, trying to pull it back to the heart of the tree.

Now that she can touch...

Miss Witch had a realization, and she pinched the thing with all her strength.

With a click, something broke.

Everything around Ursula felt unreal, and she could feel her soul connection with Eric slowly disappearing.

"Good-bye, my dear Mr. Holmes."

Dazzling light erupted from the tree heart that restored the heart of freedom, devouring the girl, and then disappeared into this world.

On the battlefield, the basic chessboard suddenly disappeared, and the oppression of creatures that did not belong to this space suddenly increased.

The demons in the air suddenly found that they couldn't stay in the air, and the black tree that provided them with the power to move freely was quickly swallowed by the tree of light, and it was fragmented.

Adonis cursed, he glanced at the crazy woman who claimed to be from London, and turned away.

"Did you forget that I'm still there?" Sophie Bruno smiled, holding a dagger in her hand, and it went straight into the back of Adonis.

"What arrogance, sir."

Adonis tried to bounce off the opponent, but found that there was no way to break free.

"You should be honored, this dagger is said to have killed an awakened new god in Egypt."

"So rounding it up, you have fulfilled your desire to become a god~" Miss Sophie said harshly.

Adonis "Egyptian" felt the familiar force: "The one from Ursula Watson?"

"It's ridiculous, you are obviously just...human...human..." The mermaid traits in his body receded, his strength collapsed, and he finally fell to the ground.

"It's time for you to go back. This place is not suitable for sober humans to stay for a long time." "Miss Rose" said to Miss Sophie after watching the scene quietly.

"But I'm going to Ursula..."

"what!"

Miss Sophie suddenly sat up on the bed: "I want to..."

"What am I going to look for?" She stared at the familiar eiderdown quilt for a while, lost in thought.

"Sophie, what the hell are you screaming for!" Her second brother's voice sounded from outside the bedroom door: "When you get up, go downstairs for dinner."

"Oh." Miss Sophie scratched her hair, and agreed weakly: "What's going on, I always feel like I had a long dream, but I can't remember it."

Black Swan grocery store, the goblin boss looked at the broken mirror on the floor with a headache, and the girl who suddenly appeared on the floor of his warehouse: "Ah, it's really troublesome."

At the train station, Dr. Watson led a suitcase and followed Holmes into a carriage.

"What kind of case is it? You have to leave in such a hurry." After sitting down, he asked his friend curiously.

"A genre you are definitely interested in." Holmes laughed. "It is very suitable as the subject of your next article."

"what exactly is it?"

"Haunted."

"Oh, Holmes."

"That is what the client's letter says." Holmes drew a folded sheet of paper from his pocket, and handed it to the doctor.

"Is the matter difficult?" Dr. Watson took the letter and asked, "Before departure, you asked me to bring enough clothes for a month."

"It's not difficult, I already have an idea, and it can be solved on the day of arrival."

"That……"

"Of course it's a vacation!" Holmes laughed and said, "That's Bath. Don't you always tell me that I should leave work occasionally to recuperate. Is there any place in England more suitable than Bath?"

"Wait a minute." Dr. Watson was not relieved when he heard his friend say this, but his tone became serious: "I remember that Eric seems to have just started school!"

"He also brought a month's worth of clothes!"

"Oh, well, he has no problem with the exam. As for the usual credits, he has also received special approval." Holmes replied: "Occasionally we have to be considerate of young people. Eric is..."

"I almost lost my fiancée."

"...It's the ex-fiancée. I remember that the two of them have broken up." Dr. Watson rolled his eyes: "It's not because of you guys. Why don't you just say it?"

"Don't scare the kids."

"You've wronged me. I'm just a stage executor. The culprit is their parents." Holmes shook his index finger.

"..." Dr. Watson also thought of the note left by Eric's mother this morning describing the truth of the whole incident, and couldn't help sighing.

"I don't see why it must be Ursula."

"Oh, you don't know." Holmes looked at Dr. Watson in surprise.

"What should I know?"

"Your cousin and younger siblings are actually not ordinary people."

"...they're wizards too."

"No, they are recorders, or it's better for you to understand, in the distant past they were called bards."

"By the way, their identities as archaeologists are also to cover up their official duties." Holmes explained with Dr. Watson's doubts on his face: "Ursula also has this talent. When they retire, she has to take the top job."

"Oh, and the fact that the heart of the time tree was lost, they already knew about it."

"what?"

"The heart of the tree is just a name. In fact, it should be called the heart sap of the tree. It is the certificate of the recorder of time and space."

"The heart in this case belonged to Ursula and it was supposed to be born at least 100 years later."

"Have you miscalculated 100 years, Holmes?"

"No, Ursula should indeed be born 100 years after Professor Watson and his wife took on the responsibility of recorder."

"Then are they still human?" Dr. Watson exclaimed, for the first time he had doubts about his family's ancestral lineage.

"Haha, I thought you would directly suspect that Professor Watson is not your real cousin." Holmes joked.

"I still have this intuition." Dr. Watson said angrily.

"They are still, it's just that their souls live longer than ordinary people, how do you say that word... reincarnation" Holmes continued: "With the power of the tree heart, they can be active for centuries through reincarnations that retain the essence of soul and memory. "

"And the identity of human beings and the power of the magic side allow them to be active in the two worlds and record the history of everything."

"Oh, so Ursula should actually be their reincarnated child 100 years later." Dr. Watson suddenly realized.

"Yes."

"Then why would she..."

"Why did it appear at this time?" Holmes finished helping his friend: "Didn't I say it before, because the heart of the tree that was still growing was stolen, and it was forced to mature, so the time tree can only let the tree grow." She showed up early."

"On this point, the parents of the future Eric and Ursula have cooperated, at least..."

Holmes said with a smile: "In order to ensure that there is only one Ursula in the future of the world we live in, which is the current Ursula, when your dear cousin and wife were pregnant with her, they ran to a very interesting place through the time tree. world."

"A world where you and I only exist in books." Mr. Holmes smiled slightly.

"The name of the book is "The Detective Cases of Sherlock Holmes". You are the author of the text, and I am the detective in the text."

Dr. Watson was taken aback for a moment, thoughtful.

"I can see where Ursula's strange knowledge of us came from."

"Is there Eric in that book?" he asked enthusiastically.

"No, only humans exist in the background setting, and fairies are absolute fantasy creatures. Not only am I single, but my brother is also an old bachelor."

"Hahahahaha—" Dr. Watson finally couldn't help laughing: "Does your brother know about this?"

"I didn't know it before, but I must know it now." Mr. Holmes also laughed.

Then the two discussed the details of what happened last night. The young man who ate the mermaid lost his strength and was taken away by Avalon for trial. The shadow of Miss Rose was actually one of the incarnations of London. With the help of Avalon Fang, the fake Ms. Rose wrote a report letter overnight to report the follow-up of the Alchemy Association. In addition to their relatives who are close to Ursula, other people involved in this matter include citizens of London. It will all be regarded as a wonderful (children) or terrible (adults) dream.

"London is, after all, a collection of dreams in the final analysis." Holmes concluded.

"Your dreams have come true." Dr. Watson complained.

"By the way!" Holmes suddenly thought of something, "Watson, how about we go to the dining car for breakfast first?"

"Oh, okay." Dr. Watson nodded, "Isn't your name Eric?"

"Well~ I think he should already be there."

Dr. Watson glanced at Holmes, and felt that the expression on the other side was very strange and damn familiar.

It wasn't until they walked into the dining car together that he realized when he had seen that strange expression on the other side.

"Can we make a table together? Miss." The black-haired young man lowered his head and smiled at the girl who was eating a sandwich.

"But there is an empty table behind you." The girl put down the sandwich and replied slowly.

On this train, although it was breakfast time at this time, not many people came to eat in the dining car, and there were only three tables in the whole car.

"I can understand that you're talking to me?" Ursula looked at the young man.

"You can understand it that way." The young man smiled and said, "To be precise, it should be that I fell in love with you at first sight."

"My name is Eric Holmes, dearest lady, would you like to be my fiancée?"

"..." Dr. Watson, who had just stepped into the carriage, happened to see this scene.

"Holmes! Take care of your nephew!"

"Ahem, but your niece agreed." Mr. Holmes looked at Dr. Watson innocently.

"what?"

Ursula had a sudden urge to laugh after hearing this proposal from the other guests in the carriage, which seemed so implausible and abrupt.

Who would have thought that for a few hours the two of them would still be staging a farewell drama?

In fact, after she disappeared yesterday, she suddenly flashed to the London of the 21st century, but only for a second, she only had time to throw away the coin that she traveled through with her, oh, and cast a spell on the profile of Mr. He moves.

Then, under his shocked expression, he returned to the London in the nineteenth century, hanging on the time tree of the gate, until Eric followed the reappearance of the soul contract and she picked it up.

Then, as soon as the two of them returned to Baker Street, they met Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson packing their luggage in a hurry.

"Bass, now, you go together too." Mr. Holmes ordered directly after seeing the two of them.

Then there is the scene where she is making breakfast in the dining car now.

"Miss" Eric's voice awakened Ursula from her memory.

"Have you not given your answer yet?"

"Oh oh oh!" Ursula looked at Eric through the standard equipment on the table of the dining car - a vase with red roses in it. This familiar scene reminded her of meeting Eric on the train to London. Rick's first encounter.

It was the two of them then, and now...

Miss Witch looked at Dr. Watson who was standing at the door competing with Mr. Holmes, and smiled.

There's never a better time in the world, is there?

"I couldn't be more pleased, this . . . dear little Mr. Holmes."