Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"There are indeed no traces left."

After being released by Dr. Watson, Mr. Holmes came to the so-called crime scene with Ursula, and carefully checked the countertop of the row of cabinets against the wall in the restaurant where Ursula said that the cider was last placed.

"Even you said that." Ursula sighed heavily, and supported the dining table with her hands, a little discouraged: "So you can't find it?"

"No, this happens to be the biggest clue. Such a clean lost and found scene can only indicate that someone acquainted committed the crime, and it may even be someone who lived in the house." Mr. Holmes opened the wine cabinet to check it, and put forward such a view.

"You mean Eric lied?" Ursula immediately straightened up, her eyes sparkling: "In fact, he took it."

"This is one of the possibilities. It may also be that other people took away the wine last night. You just said that there were many people at home last night, but you happened to be away." Holmes glanced at Ursula who was thinking about something. : "You can call one by one and ask the guests who visited last night if they have seen that bottle of wine."

"The phone doesn't work. There were several goblins who had the habit of hiding treasures and pranks. If it was just a phone call, they would definitely talk nonsense and deny it." Ursula had a regretful expression.

"We still have to visit these troublesome guys in person."

"Oh~" Mr. Holmes drew out his voice meaningfully: "Do goblins treasure cider? This is the first time I've heard of such a saying."

"Of course it will, hahaha." Ursula said with dodge eyes: "Don't you see that there are often such legends? The goblin takes the butter out of the milk, leaving only the poor skimmed milk, and then the peasant woman can only go to find it." The local wizards enlisted the help of the butter."

"Your friends don't seem to have such a habit of goblins." Mr. Holmes reminded, staring at Ursula, "And the golden cider you mentioned seems to be more than one bottle."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and opened the door of a plain wooden cabinet next to the glass wine cabinet, and inside it was the wine cabinet again, filled with cider bottles in the same packaging and other Ursulas they used to drink" Special "drinks.

"Next time, I want to at least tidy up your wine cabinets without telling me, and put out some of the things you two often drink." The big detective pointed out: "In this way, I won't suspect that you have two wine cabinets."

"Ah, you know there is..." Ursula's voice trailed off under Mr. Holmes' keen gaze.

"Well, I admit, it's not just an ordinary bottle of wine." Miss Witch blushed, and whispered shyly, "There's a surprise in it."

"It's enchanted, it's hidden in the golden liquid, and when it's poured, it will jingle and fall into the wine glass." Ursula's ears are also red: "It's very important to me, everything is arranged tonight, I almost got the wine back."

"..." Mr. Holmes looked at the girl who lowered her head with complicated eyes and felt that steam was coming from her head.

"So Eric actually didn't know that the wine was lost, right?"

"Yes, he left directly in the morning." Ursula admitted honestly, "Surprise."

After a while of silence, Mr. Holmes shook his head helplessly.

"Well, I have nothing to do today anyway."

"Thank you!"

"It's okay. After all, I'm just such a nephew. If I don't help, Mycroft will definitely call me and miss me." The young Mr. Holmes shrugged, and then he looked around this familiar yet unfamiliar restaurant. He was also a frequent visitor here a century ago. At that time, the decoration here was completely different from what it is now. This familiar house is different except for its layout and appearance.

"Let's go, let's visit those mischievous guests." Holmes withdrew his gaze and smiled.

Not long after Ursula followed Mr. Holmes from Baker Street, Dr. Watson sent away the tourists who came too early and rushed out excitedly at the opening time of the memorial hall. However, within 3 minutes, he had not had time to pass The girls were eager to be the first to visit, so they cleared away the unfinished morning tea.

The few guests came back again. Unlike the excited state a few minutes ago, the dark clouds above the girls' heads were almost materialized.

"Boss, don't accept it yet, let's continue eating, woohoo."

"Is this the case?" Dr. Watson withdrew his hand to take the tableware, and asked the girls with dejected faces curiously.

"Aren't you going upstairs to visit?"

"I won't go, woo woo, the museum is closed today."

"Huh?" Dr. Watson glanced at the gate in surprise, "I didn't hear that the museum is closed today."

"Boss, you don't know. It seems that we are unlucky." One of the girls said disappointedly; "Seeing that you opened the door in the morning, I thought we were the chosen ones. It turned out to be a sign of running out of luck."

"The staff at the gate said that it was temporarily closed for rest due to an irresistible emergency. I am not sure when it will open. Let us see the news on the official website."

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"It will be opened tomorrow." A strange voice suddenly sounded without warning, which shocked everyone present. At least Dr. Watson was frightened, because the voice came from behind him, and he confirmed There is no second male creature here besides him.

"Eric?" Fortunately, after being startled suddenly, he quickly recognized that the voice came from an acquaintance.

"You're here so well!" Dr. Watson looked at him in confusion, "Ursula said you were busy with things today, did you go out early in the morning? Also, when did you come in?"

"Just now, when you were discussing that the memorial hall will not be open, you were probably too focused so you didn't notice me coming in." This one with a thin golden chain tied her long black hair at the back of her head and has extremely beautiful silver eyes The young man explained with a smile.

Dr. Watson did not believe a word of this.

"Is what you said true? The memorial hall will open tomorrow?" The disappointed visitors stood up excitedly. Under the good news, they subconsciously skipped over the displeasure of this young man who suddenly appeared from inside the store. Reasonable, eagerly asked.

"Yes, I assure you in the name of Sherlock Holmes, ladies." The young man promised them with a slight lift of his contemporary top hat, and then he took out a stack of colored paper coupons from his pocket and distributed them. gave them.

"This is an exchange coupon that can be used to get a special peripheral for free in the store. I am really sorry for disappointing you. In fact, we sent a notice on the official website half an hour ago, but I didn't expect that there would be a gift today. A guest who arrived so early."

"Huh?" Only then did the girls realize that the young man who brought the good news was actually wearing a retro Victorian costume, with a short cape. The weather in April was fine at night, so this time seemed a bit too much. thick.

"Are you a staff member of the Sherlock Holmes Memorial Hall?" They asked curiously holding the exchange coupon, "Is this your uniform?"

"No." The silver-eyed young man smiled: "This is not a uniform, it's the private uniform I often wore a century ago."

"Didn't you just say that? I promise you in the name of Holmes." Eric said with a smile: "I am also a Holmes."

The girls silently looked at his long black hair tied up with an extremely conspicuous gold chain, exchanged glances with each other, and for the sake of the exchange coupon in their hands, they closed their mouths tacitly and restrained themselves. The desire to complain about cos that this hairstyle is not up to standard.

It turned out that some people posted that they met a very trendy long hair in the memorial hall, but they insisted that it was true that they were the strange handsome staff of cos Holmes.

"Look, dear doctor." Eric sat on the high stool at the bar and stirred coffee, looked up and smiled at Dr. Watson who saw off the guests and put up the resting sign again: "This world is That way, no one will believe you when you tell the truth.”

"I believe, so you'd better maintain this spirit of telling the truth." Dr. Watson crossed his arms and looked at little Holmes who shouldn't be here at this time.

"What are you planning on hiding from Ursula?"

"You can see it." Eric made an annoyed look: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you, but it's actually like this."

He took out a glass wine bottle from under the short black cloak he still wore, and placed it on the bar.

"Cider?" Dr. Watson was stunned after taking a look. "You don't want to tell me that this is the one that Ursula ran down early in the morning to ask Holmes to find it together."

"that's it."

"Then why do you say there is no clue?" Dr. Watson questioned, recalling Ursula's statement in the morning: "What are you hiding it for?"

"Because there's a surprise hidden in it." Eric sighed a long breath: "I put the thing in a few days ago, and I'll use it tonight, who knows that she took out the wine bottle last night It’s still outside. Ursula probably didn’t look at it carefully yesterday, but if she looks at it again during the day, it will be revealed.”

"If the contents inside are discovered in advance, I will prepare for nothing." Eric said with sadness in his tone: "I originally planned to change a bottle of wine, but this is the last bottle."

"What surprise?" Dr. Watson captured the key to this passage.

"A small metal thing, enchanted, hidden in the golden liquid, when the wine is poured, it will jingle and fall into the wine glass." Eric's ears turned red suddenly, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to talk to Watson. The doctor looked at each other, and his tone faltered.

"Oh~" Dr. Watson dragged out his tone, with a clear expression on his face. Seeing Eric's appearance, he might not know what the other person meant.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Dr. Watson kindly suggested, "Ursula took Holmes out just now. I believe they will come to arrest you as soon as they find out that none of the suspects took any alcohol." .”

"I know, all I need your help."

"What help?"

"Let's stop them until dinner begins, and they won't be able to find evidence that I took the bottle of wine."

"Huh?" Dr. Watson looked at the serious Eric with a strange look: "I think it's the right thing for you and Holmes to confess."

"But dear doctor, don't you want to play a prank on Sherlock?" The black-haired young man also named Holmes smiled, his tone was full of bewitching, worthy of his elven blood.

"You have known each other for almost a century. No one in this world is more familiar with him than you. You, who have been teased unilaterally, don't you want to fight back?"

Dr. Watson put down his glass, his heart moved shamefully.