Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The morning of a city for vacation and recuperation is destined to be much later than that of a sleepless city like London, which also leads Ursula and Eric to yawn under the big tree opposite the bakery in the city, with no magic at all. There is a way to curb this kind of trance caused by getting up too early.

In fact, they can go to the restaurant for breakfast, but who made the noise of the two of them fighting last night scare Dr. Watson, who is usually a very good-tempered doctor. After Eric, he seriously taught the two young people the "scale" of fighting on the spot. This was not enough. Dr. Watson, who already had a full understanding of these two "bad boys", felt that oral education alone could not cure them. These two children who actively admit their mistakes and never repent.

Therefore, Dr. Watson directly grasped the pain points of two creatures who are accustomed to going to bed late and waking up late this time.Order the two of them to buy the first batch of bread early and come back.

"I'm completely innocent."

After a long wait, Ursula walked back holding a paper bag of bread exuding sweetness and heat. In the happy aroma of bread, she finally regained consciousness and had the strength to condemn Eric .

She cast a serious glance at little Sherlock Holmes who was following her and looking around: "If you knock on the door in a proper manner, nothing later will happen."

"Or, if you don't drop it exaggeratedly on purpose."

That's right, the scene where Eric was dropped yesterday was completely intentional.Ursula closed the window with such force that it was impossible for a half-elf who could easily fall on her window sill with the help of the outer wall with nothing attached to it to go into a free fall.

"There's a reason for that." Eric said with a smile behind his back.

"Are you planning something other than the one you told me about?" Ursula stopped alertly, and eyed the young detective suspiciously.

"Before you try to fool me with secrets or surprises, you can recall what we did in Egypt." Before Eric could speak, Ursula held the paper bag in one hand and wrapped it with a hot long loaf Pointing at Mr. Detective's nose and threatening.

"Please be honest." Miss Witch narrowed her eyes: "Otherwise I will shoot, detective."

Eric raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, ma'am, I'll tell you everything right now. Please be careful not to misfire." The poor detective was threatened with a powerful "weapon" by the evil lady witch, so he could only honestly explain the problem.

"I just want to catch the mastermind first." Mr. Detective said innocently, "One step earlier than Sherlock."

"..." Ursula found that what the other party said was actually the truth: "Why do you suddenly have such a strong determination to win?"

She took back the bread and looked at Eric curiously.

"It has always been there, just because during that time our work did not overlap with each other, but after this London incident, it was stimulated again." Eric rubbed the tip of his nose, the morning sun jumped in his eyes, Ursula read in his eyes a eagerness to challenge.

"What does that have to do with your dramatic fall?" Ursula asked patiently.

"Oh, dear Ursula." Eric raised his index finger and waved it: "I remember now, I forgot to tell you some small details."

"Last night in the bushes under your window..." The young detective deliberately lowered his voice and said in a breathy voice that can only be used for telling horror stories: "There is a person~"

"Isn't it necessary to catch the other party on the spot at a time like this?" Ursula asked.

"I promised Sherlock that when dealing with purely human cases, he would never cast magic on ordinary people."

Ursula understood that, and didn't cross that line.

"Since you're all down, you can catch him with brute force!"

"But the other party thought I was dead."

"Huh?" Ursula uttered a questioning monotone.

"By the way, from his point of view, I should have been pushed down by you. When the doctor noticed the movement and they came out to check, he could only check my condition in a hurry and then ran away."

"So from the other party's point of view, even if my life is not in danger, I shouldn't be so...healthy and alive...walking on the street." Eric's voice suddenly slowed down: "And I shouldn't be in such harmony with you."

Ursula sensed something was wrong by the change in his tone.

So she stuffed the bread bag to Eric, and with this movement, she glanced across the street naturally.

It was a young face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"The son of the restaurant owner who took Sherlock two gold crowns." Eric held the paper bag easily with one hand: "The wife of the other party is really a poor lady. The husband is obsessed with betting on horses, so it's fine if the son doesn't help. It looks like it’s going to go astray.”

"By the way, did you bring candy?" After expressing his sympathy for the proprietress, Eric looked at the jack-o-lanterns on the side of the street and asked Ursula, "I noticed that you brought The "everything" tote."

"If you're talking about candy for the kids who come to the door tonight, then no." Ursula looked admiringly at the hand-carved Jack pumpkins.

"But we just passed by the candy store. Shall we go back?"

"That's it~"

"It's all sugar?" Dr. Watson swallowed the toast, looked at the paper bags piled up in the corner of the restaurant and wondered, "Are you really planning to spend Halloween seriously?"

Then I turned my head and found that it was more than that. The two young people who had finished breakfast before their elders got up were actually carving a big pumpkin with a knife.

"Um, do you think jack-o-lanterns have the effect of exorcising evil?" With an academic spirit, he looked at the jack-o-lanterns that were gradually taking shape under the hands of elves and witches who should be "exorcised", especially the one with only half human blood The "demons and ghosts" with dexterous fingers flew the silver table knife so fast that they all danced out of phantom.

This question is indeed worthy of discussion, and Ursula stopped wrestling with the pumpkin rind, feeling that Uncle John had deeply misunderstood the two of them.

But before she could speak, Mr. Holmes, who was quietly enjoying the first cup of coffee today, spoke first: "Watson, I thought this would be an occasion for you to laugh at me."

"What do you mean?" Dr. Watson looked at his friend puzzled.

"Although these two children are witches and elves in a broad sense, they should be subdivided into the category of druids who hold jack-o-lanterns to exorcise evil spirits and lead the way for goblins and ghosts."

"Oh!" Dr. Watson suddenly realized.

"By the way, Watson and I need to go to other places to check something tonight, and we won't be coming back. You two, keep watch." Mr. Holmes said after putting down the cup.

"Ok?"

"No problem." Eric's voice overwhelmed Dr. Watson's doubtful monosyllable, and the young Holmes assured his dear uncle in an extremely cheerful tone: "Er and I Hulla will definitely guard this house~"

Click.

Ursula suddenly lost control of the strength of the knife, and cut off an extra piece of pumpkin skin, resulting in the loss of an incisor for this Pumpkin Jack, which added some comical colors to the ferocious original design.

She confirmed one thing from Eric's unabashedly cheerful tone.

"This guy never told Sherlock about the fact that the son of the restaurant came over to peep last night!"