Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"What's the matter, Watson." Holmes asked in a brisk tone, Dr. Watson, who was obviously in a state of disbelief. His face was calm, but his eyes were full of searching light, observing all kinds of people in this bar that was open all night. figure.

"The expression you have now is not suitable for this relaxed and laid-back city."

"I'm just worried about the two children." Dr. Watson looked at his friend who enjoyed observing human beings, and sighed deeply.

"Oh, Watson, I can understand your worry if it's an ordinary child, but the two of them, ha." Holmes said with a smile: "Even if that house should really be a haunted house, what danger would it pose to them? "

"If I'm honest about my real concerns, you're going to laugh at me again." Dr. Watson's expression became even more sad after hearing what his friend said.

"Let's talk about it." Holmes looked at the doctor with great interest.

"No, I'm not going to talk about it. It's just a very mysterious premonition." Dr. Watson shook his head. He made up his mind not to interrupt Holmes' investigation.

"Relax, Watson." Holmes said, "We are not investigating the case today. I have enough patience and time for your whimsical ideas, and I will definitely not pour cold water on you halfway through."

"Thank you so much." Dr. Watson said angrily, "So you know that you are always throwing cold water on me."

"No, what did you just say?" Dr. Watson suddenly reacted after complaining: "If you don't investigate the case, you clearly said..."

"Come out to investigate tonight. Don't go back." Holmes picked up Dr. Watson's words: "Yes, I said so, as part of the plan."

"what's the plan?"

"When the time comes, you will naturally know. And now, what we need to discuss is your wonderful premonition, my dear friend." Mr. Detective said to his friend in a tone that was hard to defy.

"...Okay." Dr. Watson was accustomed to Holmes's arbitrary behavior, and he shrugged. "I just think that if they leave the two of them alone at home today, they might cause trouble."

"After all, today is Halloween."

"Well, you're right."

"Yeah... um, what did you say?"

On the lawn in front of this house called "White Gorgon", there are big and small jack-o-lanterns, most of them are carved very hideously, which are perfect Halloween decorations, but near the door of the house On the steps, there is a jack-o-lantern that is more comical because it lacks a front tooth. No matter its location or this funny expression, it is incompatible with other partners who are full of festive atmosphere.

Jack Becks kicked the "disabled" jack-o-lantern placed under the steps in disgust, then turned his head and asked the people behind him in a condescending tone: "Are you sure, that guy was really pushed down?" building and then hit the street the next day intact?"

"I'm sure!" Xiaoba said eagerly, pressing his voice, "Didn't I tell you? When I touched his body, it was as stiff as a rock."

"But the next day, he was alive and kicking." The only son of the restaurant owner who was very close to this strange house shuddered: "Sure enough, is the legend true?"

"Maybe." Jack Becks responded casually, "Did I tell you to put the medicine in the dinner?"

"... I released it." The young man whispered, "But because I can't control the dosage of sleeping pills very well, I'm afraid that if I put too much, they might...so maybe..."

"That's it." Bex smiled, and that smile was definitely not a kind one. Under the cold light of the full moon, his expression looked extraordinarily cold.

"If they wake up tonight because of your extra "kindness", it won't be so comfortable." He shook the loaded gun in his hand, deliberately making a soft voice that was as viscous as a reptile.

"Oh, sir, but those two old ones will come back tomorrow." Little Barry stammered and tried to persuade the other party, it could be seen that he still had some conscience, at least he didn't want to cause anyone to die.

"So what? It's useless to say anything now, my friend." Bex slowly took out a key from his pocket, inserted it directly into the gate of this house, and then turned clockwise: " According to the treasure map, this is the last chance. I kindly released the news of the haunting, just to avoid people staying here at night these days, but if they don't listen to persuasion, it's no wonder I'm not, isn't it? ?”

Click.

There was a crisp sound of the lock mechanism being opened, and the door opened.

"Okay, my dear boy." Jack Becks said to the uneasy little Barry in a soothing tone: "Everything I just said is just a hypothesis, isn't it? If they don't wake up tonight, they won't wake up tonight." Something will happen."

"Even if something happens, no one will suspect you." The tall man smiled slightly: "Isn't it normal for something to happen to a house with haunted house legends on Halloween?"

After speaking, he took a big step and walked into the house first.

Xiao Bali stood there hesitating for a while, looked back at the white full moon and the jack-o-lanterns all over the yard, and suddenly bit his arm hard, until he tasted the salty taste of blood in his mouth.

"That's right, it's already like this." He said to himself, and then he also stepped into the door.

A gust of wind suddenly swirled, and the originally scattered clouds gathered, covering the round white moon. The disappearance of the moonlight made the orange candle flames in the jack-o-lanterns around the house even more dazzling.

pat.

The candles exploded, and the golden flame jumped up.

Hoo... hoo hoo... hoo hoo.

The gust of wind swept the fallen leaves, spun around in front of the jack-o-lantern that was missing its front teeth, straightened its crooked body, and then stopped on the doorknob.

Click.

The door was closed.

Little Barry tiptoed behind Jack Becks. Although he had made up his mind, his heart was still full of uneasiness.

The person in charge of the intrusion this time, however, seemed to be at ease, and opened all the curtains without any scruples, and reacted flatly to the sound of the friction between the curtain fabric and the hanging rod, which was particularly loud in a quiet room.

It wasn't until he noticed that the moon was covered by clouds outside that he showed dissatisfaction.

"Damn the wind." Jack Bex cursed, looking at the whirlwind whirling in the yard.

He looked around at the strange objects in the living room, waved his hand, and signaled the minibus to carry some to the window first.

"This is the last time, look for it carefully." He said: "The last chance, the treasures belonging to Caesar that were hidden by those druids, after tonight, the remaining magic power of the ancient times will completely fade away, and those treasures will be real. It doesn't belong to the world anymore."

"I know, sir." Xiaobali panted excitedly.

He was trying to move one of the guard's decorative armors at the entrance of the living room, so that when the moon reappeared later, the light could hit it just right.

Snapped.

"Ouch!" the minibus suddenly yelled.

He was poked by the armor's finger on his arm because of the wound he had bitten hard.

"Mr. Bex!" He exclaimed with a frightened expression, "This armor just moved by itself!"

"Don't be stupid." Jack Becks was looking down at the small objects that he had scattered on the windowsill, without turning back at all: "I told you, there is only magic that hides treasures here."

"And it won't appear on Halloween before the full moon. Don't scare yourself, move here quickly, and the clouds will disperse soon."

"Oh." Little Barry calmed down a little, and then he looked at the armor again under the brightness of the lantern, and found that the finger touching his wound was because the joints of the armor were movable, and it was quite unstable, and the original posture of the two hands Changed a bit by the vibration of his movement.

He calmed down again, thinking of the couple of young people who had had the sleeping pills dinner in his restaurant again, and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement upstairs.

As a result, there was no movement.

The other party seemed to be fast asleep.

Dragging his heavy armor, he struggled to move towards the living room window, and when he walked near the sofa, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye.

"Sir! Mr. Bex!" he cried in a low voice.

"What's the matter, kid." Jack Bakers began to get impatient, but when he turned his head, his expression was gentle and patient.

"Yes, there's someone!" Little Bali stammered, "The one who fell was fine, he's not upstairs, he's on the sofa."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Jack Becks showed an expression of interest.

He walked quickly to the couch next to the wall that he hadn't noticed all the time, and saw a young man with dark hair buried his face in the pillow, snoring.His breathing is extremely light, and if you don't get close, you can hardly hear it. In addition, he is dressed in black, even the shirt is black, and even the back of his neck is covered by a slightly longer hair tail. The room with the electric light was like a dark shadow on the sofa.

No wonder they didn't notice at first.

"It seems that your dosage of sleeping pills is still accurate." He violently turned the black-haired young man over from the cushion, and then pressed his penis against the other's temple, seeing that the other party was not at all disturbed by the movement. A sign of sobriety, laughed.

"I hope he can maintain it in the future." Becks glanced at Barry Jr. and said, "Actually, I don't want to make things big."

Next, in the repeated moving of the two people, all the suspicious collections that seemed to be ancient were moved to a position where they could shine on the moonlight in the house.

The moment they finished placing, the clouds parted just right and the moonlight came on.

"Come on, let's take a closer look. We can't make a mistake this time." Jack Becks said to himself, unfolding a piece of worn parchment.

"...Gorgon awakened, heralding the last... come, child, smear your blood on these objects, and receive the treasure left by your ancestors for you."

"Mr Bex!"

There was no movement in the minibus, and he cried out in horror again.

"Enough, Barry." This time Jack Becks couldn't bear it anymore, and his tone became severe: "Don't be surprised again, hurry up, we don't have much time, everything will be over before zero o'clock. "

"But..." The minibus trembled: "That, that, the window, outside the window, the pumpkin..."

"What pumpkin?" Bex turned his head suspiciously.

"whee."

A toothless pumpkin head met his eyes on the glass and opened its mouth cheerfully at him.

Pa, he took a step back subconsciously, stepping on the crooked armor on the ground.

"Hey, you hurt me." A buzzing voice sounded, and in his unbelievable gaze, the armor was gathered by a magical force, and he stood up.

"By the way, buddy, is there any sugar?"

The response to the armor's words was continuous gunfire.

However, those bullets did not exert their power, but stuck to the metal shell of the armor.

"This is not sugar." Armor made a gesture of looking at it, and said slowly.

"You...don't have...sugar?"

"No sugar! No sugar!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a sharp sound, and the minibus raised his head with difficulty. It was the pumpkin outside the window, and it began to hit the window.

"Damn it, let's go!" After discovering that the bullets were useless, Becks took a decisive step, bypassing the slow-moving armor and ran towards the stairs: "Go upstairs."

"Sir, wait for me!"

The two stumbled up to the second floor, rushed into the nearest room, and closed the door.

Jack Becks leaned against the door and listened for a while, only to find that the armor seemed to be wandering downstairs, and the sound of the jack-o'-lantern hitting was only on the first floor and did not come up, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, if it wasn't for..."

"gentlemen……"

He now has a headache when he hears the call from the minibus.

"What's the matter this time?"

"The moon has turned red, and there is a man standing on the balcony."

A woman in white with long black hair was standing like that on the balcony with the door open, her hands raised above her head, and she was always holding up the round blood moon.

She turned around slowly, her strands of hair twisted as if alive under the red moonlight.

Golden eyes looked at them through the darkness.

"Beauty, Medusa! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Xiaoba Li screamed and fainted immediately.

"Are you pretending to be a ghost?" Bex kicked his accomplice and found that the accomplice was really fainted. He gritted his teeth, lowered his eyes, and pointed his gun at the girl on the balcony.

"Looking at the current situation, it seems that you have obtained the power according to our agreement, this... Miss."

Ok?

Ursula, who was dancing her hair under Eric's control, froze for a moment, wondering if she had made a wrong appointment.

Bex snorted, and said forcefully: "You won't forget, I have a contract with your heads."

"Since my stone tree is activated, you should also find clues to the treasure. It's getting late, tell me which one it is. We agreed, you are obliged to help me find the treasure."

"Huh?" Ursula, who caught the key information, smiled: "I actually joined temporarily when I agreed, and I don't know what's ahead of us?"

"A year ago, don't play dumb." Becks emphasized: "I know, you goblins, you can't break the contract!"

"That's right." Ursula nodded.

"That……"

"But, who told you that I'm a goblin?" Miss Witch snapped her fingers, and countless laughing jack-o-lanterns rose in the air. They all turned around and stared at Bex with empty eyes.

Only then did he realize what was wrong.

"If you're not his, then who are you?"

"Happy Halloween, the witches of Linze salute you, sir~"

"So, do you have candy?"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"