Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

The minibus opened its mouth slightly: "What are you talking about! How could I be old Mr. Barut?"

"I admit that I used some mysterious powers to get my hands on the treasure, but isn't your statement too absurd?"

"Our client, Mr. Barut, has been wondering about one thing. How can his uncle, an ordinary squire, have connections, and even afford to buy a single-family house in the city of Bath." Eric Instead of responding to the other party's question, he kicked the pile of silver coins and said in a calm tone: "My dear uncle once had an old enemy."

His topic suddenly turned away again: "This old enemy, Mr., had an extremely good reputation and a very high social status before my uncle revealed his true face. If you have any opinions on him, ah, that's okay. As long as you talk to him for an hour, you will be attracted by his charisma and amazing talent, and you will have prejudices against those who spread rumors about him."

"For such a person, guess how my uncle, who had never dealt with him before the two of them met, discovered the dark side of the other party?" Eric turned to the minibus, seriously asked.

"How could I know this, sir." Xiaobali's expression turned cold.

"It's just some details of life, such as the small decorations in the study. A professor with an annual salary of 700 pounds cannot afford to hang the authentic Jean-Baptiste Greuze that can be auctioned for [-] pounds in the study. Luxury." (Quoted from the original "Uncanny Valley")

"It's these small details that expose you, old Mr. Barut." The young detective smiled.

"You didn't say that because I didn't faint from fright, did you?"

"This is just an introduction for me to doubt you. I would also like to thank you for your good habit of participating in the plan yourself." Eric said, "I think you should understand that human beings are such creatures. When you have doubts about people and things, your eyes and brain will act, and you will feel that everything is wrong.”

"I have met Mr. Barry Jr.'s parents, and they have very distinctive personalities. Although I have never dealt with him personally, according to his family atmosphere and conversations with other waiters in the restaurant, his image is still complete in my brain. And all your actions are subverting that image."

"Even if the appearance is the same, you try to imitate the other person's appearance as much as possible, but the behavior of an idle restaurant owner and a gentleman who inherits the family business and can be regarded as a successful career are completely different."

"What's more, you are still planning in the home where you have lived for ten years, and you have subconsciously become more careful about those things you used to love." Eric continued: "Although I am not very sure that Bex is in your What role do you play in the plan, but it is obvious that you are eyeing me."

"The name of this house is White Gorgon, which is a metaphor for pearls, which are white beads that are opposite to corals, that is, red beads, and this box." He tapped the golden box lying on the ground with his toes: "It depicts The pattern clearly pointed to the famous queen of Egypt, it is said that she had an extremely precious orb that was possessed by Caesar, and then lost its trace, but..."

"Since this is Bath, a city conquered by the ancient Romans, it is not surprising that this pearl appeared here. After all, it was Caesar's ambition to occupy this land, and his pearl was brought here by his successors. , very reasonable."

"Of course, if there is no magic involved in this matter, then I might stop thinking about it here, thinking that you snatched the body of Mr. Barry Jr. just my absurd Halloween fantasy, but it happened to involve magic."

"In ancient Egypt, Pearl existed as the incarnation of Isis, and at this time her priesthood was mentioned as..."

"Life." Ursula continued, "I've already said this, so please stop acting. After all, you don't have much time, do you?"

She raised her chin slightly, indicating that the other party's cuffs were covered with dried dark blood stains.

"You can no longer feel the pain of this body, and the synchronization rate of the soul has dropped so much, Mr. Barry will wake up soon."

"Oh, that's right." Mr. Barry Jr., oh, it should be Mr. Barutt, the original scholar of this house laughed, and the cowardice and timidity on his face were stretched along with his brows and eyes And swept away.

"I can't help it. I still want to live. They can do it. Why can't I?"

"them?"

"You two should have seen those demons in the air. I have dealt with them for many years. It started when I was young. I would drink and wander together at night. Aren't you wondering how I got this building? The house? That’s the answer. My elf friend did me a little favor and made the original man in this house have nightmares every night. Of course he thought it was a nightmare, but in fact the soul was taken away by us. It’s true. There is only one way to get rid of those tortures, and that is to sell the house to a stranger on a horse under the first tree he sees outside the city."

"That's next."

Ursula wrinkled her nose at the very old-fashioned goblin story.

"Who named the house." She asked, the matter of the stone tree had to be clarified, she couldn't stand another Adonis.

"My demon friend took it. Originally, there was no name here, only the house number, but you should understand that a name with a metaphor symbolizes something in magic." The other party smiled with the face in the minibus.

"I'm all right." Ursula spread her hands.

"Then..." Eric turned to Old Barut.

"Wait a minute, young people. I have not finished, little Mr. Holmes, you are so clever, have you not wondered why I have not been in a hurry so far?"

He raised his blood-stained arm: "You guys are right. Since it's Halloween, do you need some candies? It's too late to buy them, but... the blood-painted magic circle of the descendants of the Druids should be very suitable. Refining some special candies."

"As for the material, it is the blood and soul of the son of Xihe. I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, what I want you to touch is not a pearl at all." Old Barut smiled: "Your uncle is indeed second to none. Human, but it can only stop at the category of ordinary human beings.”

"Otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted my nephew's entrustment, would he? And he sent me his own nephew himself, saving me a lot of trouble." Old Barut opened his arms, and under the full moon, he attracted In the process of walking, use the blood of this body to set up a magic circle. "

Ursula's golden magic power flowed in her eyes, and she looked expressionlessly at the gradually thicker, tree-like blood-colored lines, which continuously appeared one by one from the lawn and the house, and the densest core was just piled up by them. The room where the objects that are said to reveal the treasure map can be revealed by a drop of blood.

"So there is no treasure map at all?"

"That's right, Miss. I deliberately released the news and staged everything to mislead you, just to carry out the plan in a fair manner."

"Well, what about that Bex?" Ursula demanded.

"It's just a useful tool to conceal people's ears. I never meant to underestimate the two Mr. Holmes, so a shield that is conspicuous enough to divert your attention is very necessary. I think the reason why our famous Mr. Detective If you're not here tonight, you should go and investigate me." He smiled smugly, directing Bloodshot to approach the two of them.

"There is a gangster with countless criminal records at large shining here, who would notice the bewitched little pity beside him."

"The accessory is also a prisoner?" Ursula kindly reminded: "You can't use that body that was buried long ago. It's not very interesting to be resurrected and put in prison~"

"You still don't understand? Miss, what I'm looking for is your smart fiance's identity. Xi's blood, the nephew of a great detective, and his young body, what a suitable identity."

"Wait a minute, you mean it was all a conspiracy in the first place?" asked Ursula.

"That's right, Miss." Old Barut replied very patiently.

"Ah, what about me? Am I in your plan?"

"Of course I'm a victim who was brutally killed by gangsters. In this way, as a poor person who lost his lover, I can change my personality naturally." The other party said slowly, "Don't worry, I'm a careful person. Losing your status as a witch will not give you a chance to escape.

The bloodlines had wrapped around the ankles of the two of them, and Ursula could feel the loss of strength. These coral-like bloodlines had the same shape as them, and they possessed the magical power of Gorgon, which turned people into stone. From the moment the magic unfolded, they I can't move anymore.

The magic on Ursula's side diffused a little slower, and Eric's side had already climbed up his face in an instant, preventing him from opening his mouth again.

Old Barut, who was using the identity of Xiaobali, was sitting leisurely on the lawn at this time, his arms were also wrapped with blood lines, and his soul was slowly leaving Xiaobali's body along these blood lines, and flowed to the Eric's direction.

If I had known, I would have given Pumpkin a false tooth, Ursula thought with a distraught expression, while the little whirlwind was still circling the oak branches, rustling the oak leaves that had mostly turned golden.

Old Barut's soul completely separated from Xiaobali's body, and with his departure, Xiaobali fell down directly with scars and blood loss.

Miss Witch closed her golden eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look any further.

With a dead soul, under the tolerance of the undead on Halloween, freely wandering towards the young half-elf along the blood-colored magic circle under the moonlight,

The death air was only ten inches from Eric's body, seven inches...an inch, and then...

Puchi!

The bloody magic thread made a sound like a leaking balloon.

"You! What did you do?"

Miss Witch still closed her eyes tightly, standing there, but the blood line that was originally wrapped around her calf disappeared, and it should be "eaten" to be precise.

Those jack-o-lanterns scattered in twos and threes on the lawn with golden flames, like their companions who lacked front teeth, came alive. They are using their complete and sharp serrated teeth to cut off the blood lines continuously, and then devoured.

"It's you?" Old Butler quickly noticed the flames in the eyes of those Jack pumpkins that were the same color as Miss Witch's eyes. He dodged the attacks of those pumpkins with great appetites, his expression became ferocious, and he screamed the voice of the dead. To rush to Ursula.

"You really don't have candy, sir." A young male voice sounded, with a sigh: "As a half-elf, if I don't receive candy, I can't control my instinct~"

The air suddenly began to flow, and the wind that originally swooped down with the undead began to spin in situ, and it turned faster and faster. The sound of the wind mixed with the unique whistling of the undead, turning into a weird laugh. The pumpkin jumped out from behind the oak tree, jumped into this little whirlwind, and bit the twisted soul of old Mr. Barut.

When jumping out from behind the oak tree, Ursula clearly saw that the golden flames in its eyes flickered, extinguished, and turned into a dark blue symbolizing the darkness when it was lit again, the whirlwind originally controlled by Eric He also let go of it, and just rolled up the jack-o-lantern as he wished, and after dancing against the lawn for a while, rolled up thousands of dead leaves, flew into the sky, and scraped towards the outside of the city.

"Ah, that's it?" Ursula poked the thoughtful Eric.

"That's right, it's exactly what you think. Congratulations, dear Miss Watson, your jack-o-lantern won the No.1 Halloween this year, and it deserves its name." Eric joked: "Although it has no front teeth, But those pumpkins with perfect teeth don't have the honor of being spotted by Jack."

"That's really flattering!" Ursula couldn't help laughing, imitating a gentleman, and being directly selected by a gentleman are two different things!She must buy a lottery ticket when she goes back. What kind of luck is this? The ghost of the origin of Halloween appeared directly and took away her jack-o-lantern.

"Is it okay to be taken away by him like this? I mean the undead of old Mr. Barut, not the pumpkin."

"It's okay, it should be just right. Do you know where the materials Jack uses to light the pumpkin lanterns come from every year?"

"The story says it was given to him by his devilish friend," said Ursula thoughtfully.

"You said, for so many years, did his devil friend give all the materials every year for nothing?" Eric winked at her: "Although those powerful demons can no longer come to the world easily, But performance is always there.”

"No matter how you look at this old Mr. Barut, he should also belong to the other side of hell, shouldn't he?"

"Ah!" Ursula suddenly realized.

It seemed very reasonable that the evil spirit, who felt that the law could no longer be punished, was thrown to the devil for firewood to light the lamp. With a calm mind, she was instantly relieved, and she was also in the mood to inspect the cultural relics from the ancient Roman period.

Then, she was stunned.

"Eric, do you remember how many silver coins there were at the beginning?"

"About 3 pieces, what's the matter?"

"Look now, that Halloween ghost just now seems to have taken away more than just fallen leaves."

"Conservative estimate, three-thirds less." Eric lowered his head and looked at Ursula in blank dismay.

"That direction seems to be the direction of the ancient bathing place, otherwise we will go tomorrow..."

"Maybe I can't find it, if the elf decides to hide something," Eric said helplessly, he really didn't notice this.

"Can't find anything?" A calm, smiling voice sounded.

Ursula and Eric looked up in surprise, only to see Mr. Holmes standing not far away watching them, with Dr. Watson standing behind them, and... a group of people in police uniforms.

"Gregory, the other accomplice is there, the son of the local restaurateur I just told you about, and that Jack Bakers you've been chasing, gathering evidence, is lying in the house right now.

"Hahaha, thank you very much, Mr. Holmes." Detective Gregory laughed loudly, looking in a great mood: "It's really you, Mr. Holmes, who immediately guessed that they were trying to get rid of the tiger."

He ordered his subordinates to enter the house to arrest Bex, then brought a middle-aged man who looked like a doctor, and two subordinates carrying a stretcher over, checked the injuries in the minibus, and sent him away.

"As expected of you, you even expected the injury."

For this old friend's flattery, Mr. Holmes just smiled and didn't care anymore. At the same time, he met Eric.

"You lost." Ursula squinted to recognize the silent lips of the other party, and chuckled.

Eric, who was ridiculed by his uncle as soon as they met, covered his heart exaggeratedly: "Be on my side as a partner! My dear Ursula."

"Especially when your poor lover was pranked by his most respected uncle, shouldn't you feel sorry for him!" He said in a pitiful tone deliberately.

"I'm really sad! Really, hahahahaha!" Ursula laughed and burst into tears: "I'm sorry, I just want to laugh when I think of you deliberately concealing information, you, or we lose I'm not wronged."

Eric looked at the back of his uncle who looked particularly happy, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Old Barut is really wrong. Human beings are not ordinary at all, are they?"

"Forget it, it's just the beginning~ We will always win once, right?" The young detective looked at Miss Witch with a smile and took her hand. The ancient coins, and then walked hand in hand in the direction of Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson.

"However, this house is really a haunted house. Can we buy it at a low price? Dr. Watson shouldn't object, right?"

"Tomorrow you can bargain with Mr. Barut again. Compared with the original price, Hook can donate the money to the local school, or the original scholars who were driven away by the old Mr. Barut."

"By the way, and his demon friend, we..."

Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson stood on the steps of the house, looking back at the young couple who were whispering.

They looked at each other and smiled, reaching out to them at the same time.

"Happy Halloween, my dear children."

Ursula's eyes widened. The warm light from the hall illuminated the faces of the two gentlemen who happened to be standing directly opposite the door frame. Atmospheric oil painting.

"Happy Halloween!"

Seeing this scene, Ursula couldn't help but hold Eric's hand back and cheered happily.