Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

What are they doing?Ursula asked Eric Holmes with her eyes.

The young detective shook his head slightly, expressing helplessly that he couldn't figure it out either.

It's no wonder that the current scene is very unbelievable.

In other words, not long ago, the three of them suddenly discovered that there was actually a mastermind behind the scenes in the part of the original innocent love story.He stopped making jokes and began to speed up his journey.

Under the leadership of the real master of the super-large Daddy Loves You super-luxury pirate's treasure game - the half-sirn fisherman, their party is equivalent to hanging up, and there is no need to figure out what is a fake hole and which clue is represents what.Go straight to the treasure chest.

After reaching the end without any sense of game experience (Ursula's original words).One with light at the top, half submerged by the sea, revealing dots of reefs; half covered by knee-high long-leaved plants, a vibrant crystal cave sky unfolded in front of their eyes.

Under the cover of the rock at the entrance, Ursula avoided the sight of Mr. Lando and his group who had been here for a long time, looked carefully at the center of the hall, and took a deep breath.

No wonder Mr. Lando is so superstitious about the existence of mermaids.After all, anyone who wants to see this scene will believe that the legend of the mermaid is true.

A female mermaid with long hair is sitting on a rock in the middle of this huge cave, her fingers are inserted in her hair, as if she is combing her hair, her streamlined and slender fishtail is half-curved, compared to her The tail fin, which is too large for its body, is submerged in seawater.

There were large and small treasure chests scattered around her, some half-opened, revealing a little gold, and some were straight upside down, soaked in the sea water, spilling out a layer of jewels.

And the whole body of the mermaid was bathed in silvery light from the wondrous white light source on top of the chamber, at least three stories high.

"A mermaid statue made of absolutely high-quality white crystal." Ursula mouthed Eric silently. "It's really a big deal. I also want to have a father like this. I don't know if old Mr. Mannay lacks a daughter."

At a slightly behind position, because of the arrival of the awakening period, Elmanai, whose five senses were particularly keen, saw Ursula's mouth shape, and breathed out a sentence: "I don't need sisters."

When Ursula saw that she was caught straight by the party, she made a mischievous grimace silently, and then asked the other party with her lips.

"Mr. Little Mannay, what kind of light is that?"

"Moonlight." The other party replied.

"I think he's lying to me." Ursula winked at Eric Holmes. "You come."

"It's really moonlight. At least that's what my father said." Elmanai mouthed helplessly.

Fortunately, all the lip language players present were tenth-level contestants. Even if the kidnappers were tens of meters away, and the echo effect of the cave was excellent, they still started a silent and lively conversation.

"When I was young, once in the same weather as now, my father took me in to play. Usually, I had to rely on torches to light it up. Sometimes when the moonlight was good, the caves that penetrated through the cracks in the rocks suddenly had a light source. I was very curious at the time. I asked my father, and my father said that he borrowed the moonlight into the cave, but because the moonlight usually serves other people, it can only be borrowed on rainy days."

"Old Mr. Mannay is such an interesting father." Ursula praised, "If it weren't for the fact that he was under Captain Hooker, I would really like to visit this interesting gentleman."

"In this way, regardless of the scientific nature of this light source, the prototype of this mermaid sculpture is the one in the Bay of Neverland." Little Holmes was thoughtful.

"Wait a minute, isn't it supposed to be a siren?" said Ursula. "His wife is a siren. Shouldn't this be a statue of Mr. Manny's mother?"

"It's not my mother. Look at her tail fin. The siren's tail fin doesn't look like this." Al Mannay replied with an embarrassing face.

He had expected this to happen. In fact, when his father made this mermaid sculpture, he was also puzzled. "My father said that by then I would know what the sculpture was for. Although I still don't know why it was put here."

"Also, my parents have a very good relationship!" Before the witch could speak, the half-sea-monster youth added indifferently.

Ursula took the conversation back regretfully, for the boy had learned to answer quickly.Tsk, it's boring.

"So, what are they doing around that mermaid now?" Ursula glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, and quickly motioned the two men to look at the hall.

Now a strange scene is going on in the center of the great treasure hall of the cave, and even little Sherlock Holmes can't answer Ursula's question for a while.

Mr. Lando picked up a pile of gold coins, sang a song loudly and repeatedly, took steps in a strange posture, and circled the statue, throwing gold coins while turning.

"A religious ceremony?" interposed Al Manner.

"The ceremony of summoning the mermaid?" Ursula curled her lips. "Have you read the other notes of Mr. Opal's father you retrieved earlier, Eric."

"I read half of it, but now I can make it up, the answer should be in it." Eric rubbed his chin and stretched out his hand to Ursula.

Ursula knowingly produced a dozen notebooks and handed them to him.

The three of them stepped back a little and found a place where the light of the lantern would not be exposed.

I flipped through my notes.

"I'm very strange now," said Eric Holmes, and now they could finally speak. "Mr. Opal came to me when you were resting, and said that he found out where the treasure his father said was. It has something to do with the cultural relics and paintings in the hotel. I thought it had become two things, but I didn't expect it to be There is something involved."

"There's another treasure?" Ursula blinked. "This is really fun. You know that, Mr. Little Manny."

"Since my father is not here, and you don't know each other, can you please stop calling me Mr. Little Mannay?" The half-sea-monster youth was gradually distracted by this pair of partners, and began to complain. "This is the only treasure I know of. My father has seen that cultural relic painting. It should be said that no one in the whole village has never seen it. But he never told me anything about it."

Little Sherlock Holmes flipped through the book at a speed unimaginable to normal people, scanning the text at a glance.

"Quantum wave speed reading." Ursula, who was overwhelmed by the marketing of the 21st century, whispered.

"I heard it. Although I don't know what you're talking about, I don't think it's a good word." Eric Holmes said without raising his head.

"I'm not complaining about you, but I just thought of something not fun." Ursula smiled and went back.

"Well, I found it." Little Holmes turned a page and read it carefully. "In the moonlight of the stormy night, dance with the sea elf, the pirate's gold coin becomes the magic fairy ring, and the mermaid's forehead is dotted with the blood of the person cursed by the sea monster, and she will be resurrected soon, and her wishes will come true. "

"There is also a song attached below, which says to sing when you ask to make a fairy ring." Eric pointed to the page of the book and showed it to two people.

"Uh, so Mr. Lando didn't actually want to use Miss Alisa as a bait, but a sacrifice?" Ursula scratched her head. "But will it succeed? After all, Alisa is Miss Kraken."

"Let's take a look first, it looks like the ceremony will be over soon."

Dr. Watson has never closed his mouth since he arrived at the beach. He watched his friend grope around in an empty cave for a while, and wiped clean a stone slab covered by moss.

There were a few strange little poems written on it (Ursula and the others looked the same with fairy dust), and then Holmes only scanned one, and stuffed two coins into a groove next to the stone slab.

There was a rattling noise, the stone slab was moved away, and a step was revealed.

"My God, Holmes! How do you know there is an agency here?" Dr. Watson was dumbfounded.

"It's all about collecting information. After I saw the information about the pirate treasure and Mannannan Village that day, I actually went to the property registration office. I dragged an acquaintance to help me check a person's information."

"Who?" asked Dr. Watson.

"John Mannay, who has the same name as you, is a mechanism master born in Mannannan Village. His works are highly sought after by interested collectors." Holmes replied.

"I was fortunate enough to see a few of them from a customer, all of which were pirate treasure-themed mechanisms, and one of them was a mechanism treasure chest that looked like a pirate ship. It was very interesting. He nicknamed himself Red Hat John."

"So, when elements such as Mermaid Pirate's Treasure and Mannannan appeared together, I remembered this gentleman who was born here. I checked his property registration in the village, and sure enough, there was this cliff. This may be the local No one knows, because he entrusted an agent to disperse it for a long time, and it can also be rented out."

"But what's the connection?" Dr. Watson didn't understand at all. "How do you know there is a treasure here?"

"Because the person who spread the mermaid news attached a treasure map." Holmes walked down and took out a folded book page.

"Of course, he may just be trying to make his target group more confident in receiving the news of mermaids. However, for the book that was obviously forged for this purpose, he excerpted some things that he didn't think were important, but could explain the existence of mermaids. thing."

"And this happens to be an invitation from a trick master." Holmes unfolded the paper and handed it to Watson.

Dr. Watson bowed his head to excuse the light and began to read.

"Advice to those looking for a mermaid

Come to the domain of Red Cap John in the lightless night,

On that secret slate,

I will guide your adventure.

do not doubt,

This journey,

You will meet the mermaid princess"

This page marks the poem as a local poem about finding a mermaid.

"Oh, Holmes, thank you for being able to contact me." Dr. Watson sighed.

"It's just a coincidence. During this period of time, because of the tarot card case, I absorbed more knowledge in the field of fantasy." Holmes said calmly, but Watson still heard his friend's hidden excitement.

"Let me look at the map. Let's go here. It seems to be the highest point." Holmes took the map that had just been rubbed from the back of the slate, and led the way up an ascending step.

"Then we will keep quiet, Watson. Some friends have already arrived first. Let us observe quietly in this superior seat for a while."

Dr. Watson nodded excitedly. The two of them are now in a cave with a height of one person, above the rock wall of the cave, very close to the ceiling.

Not only is it condescending, but there is also a natural stone railing that can be used to cover and protect. It has a clear view of the entire hall. It really looks like a special box in a drama.

Dr. Watson looked down from the edge, just admiring the spooky weather, but there was light in the cave that should have been dark.

With the vigilance of a veteran, after hastily scanning the treasure chests, the crystal mermaid sculptures and the strange middle-aged man dancing in the center of the hall, he first noticed the dark place in the corner.

"Look there! A few people are also hiding!" Dr. Watson poked his friend and whispered.

Sherlock Holmes followed the direction pointed by Dr. Watson, lay down at the entrance of the cave, squinted his eyes for a while, and smiled silently.