Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

In a women's clothing store on Oxford Street, the owner, who was more beautiful than the model posters hanging in the store, seemed to have no bones, and pressed half of his body on Ursula's back.

"Cider?" Miss Siren was sticky with Ursula as always, and the warm Miss Witch was very attractive to her.

"That's what the elves in Avalon like, it's sweet and soft." She cut it disdainfully: "Rum is the romance and wildness that belongs to the ocean, and I'm not so tasteless." !"

"I like to drink it too." Ursula reminded her: "And the material of rum doesn't sound much wilder than apples. To some extent, sugar cane is sweeter than apples."

"Of course I know, sweetheart." Miss Kraken giggled, "It's just a polite mockery of the elves."

"Anyway, I don't have the time to play the kind of pranks that newborn goblins like." She pointed to the thriving shop and said, "A mere apple cider can't compare to these."

"But since you are here." She leaned on Ursula's shoulder and raised her dark blue eyes to look at Mr. Holmes: "It just so happens that I have a gift for you."

"Huh?" Ursula was full of surprise and curiosity, drawing a glance from Mr. Holmes: "A gift? Is it so good?"

"But you have to find it yourself." Miss Siren raised her finger that looked like an exaggerated long-patch armor of pearlescent series to onlookers, and shook it: "The Siren will not take the initiative to hand over treasures to others."

"Any hints?" Ursula asked eagerly.

"Of course, sweetheart." Miss Kraken straightened up with a smile, and took out a piece of parchment from her pocket, but she didn't choose to hand it directly to Ursula who was closest to her, but turned around and handed it to the onlookers Mr. Holmes.

"Please, detective. You are not allowed to go out until you find the treasure." The sea monster who was among the humans showed a charming smile, and just left them and left.

"Using magic." Ursula didn't chase after the other party, but moved closer to the note, and lightly tapped Mr. Holmes's hand with her index finger, following Miss Witch's manicured nails and sheepskin. When the pieces of paper-colored paper came into contact, a layer of sea-blue halo bloomed on the paper.

"Maze magic, we can only leave this store if we find the treasure the other party said." Ursula withdrew her hand and said, "The trigger medium is touching this piece of paper."

Mr. Holmes lowered his head and looked at Ursula with an expression of "ah, it's all my fault for not being vigilant" for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Let's look for it, it's the best for the days when there are no cases." It's just a pastime."

Seeing Mr. Holmes lower his head to study the note with clues to the treasure, Ursula secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, in a beauty salon on the other side of the same street.

"There's no need to do this." Dr. Watson frowned at the mirror. At this time, he was wearing an extremely dazzling red wig: "This kind of disguise is more conspicuous."

"Trust me, doctor." Eric said in a very convincing tone: "Or you should believe how familiar they are with you. If you follow the two of them as they are, I bet , without mentioning Sherlock, Ursula will destroy our plan as soon as possible."

"What about you, you should also change clothes together." Dr. Watson looked suspiciously at Eric who was still in the exaggerated Victorian outfit before going out.

"There is a soul contract between Ursula and I, although it has not reached the final form." The young detective said with regret in his tone: "You know, dear doctor, she has always refused to accept the final chessboard, As a result, our contract has only been half completed so far."

"I know, but you are still "young" after all, aren't you? It's still a long time, and as a niece, of course, you shouldn't get married before your poor uncle." The really young Dr. Watson replied with a smile.

"You're right." Eric was not shocked at all, and his tone was still brisk: "But, dear Uncle John."

He called Dr. Watson in another way: "The soul contract is the soul contract. No matter what I become, she will immediately notice the moment I approach."

"Then what to do, are you planning to let me act alone?" Dr. Watson realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Of course not, dear Uncle John." Eric took out a mask from the cloak that seemed to be a linker in another dimension.

It was a mask depicting the head of an extremely ferocious black dog. It was very terrifying and realistic. Dr. Watson blinked, looking uncertainly at the position of the protruding mouth of the wolf dog on the mask. , there seemed to be a faint blue-green light, but when he wanted to take a closer look, those lights disappeared again.

"Somewhat familiar."

"The shape of a hellhound." Eric half covered his face with this mask: "With the dark power of the other world, it can cover up the shiny part of my soul Rishi, as long as it doesn't rely on the ground Too close to fool Ursula."

"Oh, that's quite convenient." Dr. Watson subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

Ursula happily held a cardboard box and followed Mr. Holmes out of Miss Kraken's shop.

"What a beautiful pearl." Ursula picked out one of the six eye-catching deep-sea pearls in the carton, and looked at it against the light: "Although the cultured and artificial pearls are very mature, these pearls from nature Gifts still make people obsessed, don't they, Sherlock."

"Yes, as with all the age-old treasure hunt obsessions, some things never change."

Mr. Holmes stopped in his tracks and turned his head slightly: "Who are we going to find next?"

Ursula, who was suddenly handed over the initiative, was stunned: "Shall I decide?"

"That's right, I think it's still up to you to decide today."

The pearl in Ursula's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and unfortunately, he found it.

"Make up your mind, dear young lady. Although we came out early, if we want to go back before dinner time, it will take a lot of work according to the plan." Mr. Holmes bent down and picked up the purr. Lu rolled the pearls at his feet and put them in the cardboard box Ursula was holding.

"That's right, please come with me." Ursula closed the box and said with a dry smile.

"Aha~" Eric stood across the street and smiled.

Dr. Watson took a look at the guy who did not know what he was doing, who was dressed exaggeratedly but did not attract the attention of passers-by at all, and sighed: "Why do I feel that I am the one who is being teased?"

"How come, Uncle John." Eric said, "We're just getting started."

Next, he was led by Eric, and continued to keep up with the combination of Sherlock Holmes and Watson in a certain sense. In order to keep a safe distance from them, Dr. Watson has experienced riding an excellent horse There is a white maroon horse in front of the forehead, mixed with the riders of the racetrack, inexplicably entered the arena, and ran No.1; together with a group of noisy children playing pirate games, boarded the pier as an amusement facility a three-masted sailing ship; saw a scene of "Notre Dame de Paris" in the theater...

As the sun shifted in the sky, Dr. Watson became more and more suspicious. He watched as he came up from an underground bar with a big tree painted on the signboard, and stuffed a double ring in his handbag as he walked. Ursula of the metal ring and Sherlock Holmes, who was in the presence of the old god, asked Eric again.

"Can we really play tricks on Holmes?"

"Of course, everything is arranged, just need the last step."

"What do I need to do?" Dr. Watson looked at the sunset in the sky. Out of tolerance as an elder, he decided to trust this little Sherlock Holmes for the last time, and treated it as playing with the child for a day.

He thought in a good mood.

"Change into another costume." Eric replied with a smile: "Take this bottle of cider and hand it to Sherlock."

"So he will be surprised?" Even Dr. Watson, who had already decided on Buddhism, was still confused by Eric's arrangement, and he felt quite unreliable.

"Don't you think it's more likely to be seen through on the spot?" Dr. Watson tactfully said.

"I will see it on the spot, but I will definitely be surprised." Eric stopped a taxi and urged Dr. Watson to come up quickly: "As long as we get to that place before them, we will definitely."

"Don't you look for it?" Mr. Holmes followed Ursula, who had been silent since the beginning, and now they returned to the vicinity of Oxford Street, which happened to be at the intersection of Park Road and Oxford Street.

"Ah, what about this?" Ursula said in a dazed way, and then she staggered suddenly, her small leather shoes with thick heels happened to trip over a raised floor tile, and she tilted her body.

Mr. Holmes subconsciously went to help, but just as he took a step, he collided with a stooped white-haired old man who rushed out suddenly.

When he stood still, he saw only a hurried figure and Ursula who fell on the ground and massaged her ankle.

"My ankle is sprained." Ursula said with a bitter face, "Fortunately, it's not serious, and it should be fine with an ice pack immediately."

"Then let's go back first." Holmes looked thoughtfully at the direction the white-haired old man left, and then extended his hand to Ursula.

Ursula stood up calmly with her strength, and said that she was really not seriously injured, but Mr. Holmes was very insistent at this time.

The two returned to the house next door to Block B, No. 221 Baker Street, which was still occupied by Ursula and Eric.

It was dark in the house, and apparently the other owner of the house hadn't returned.

Ursula limped up to the second floor with the help of Mr. Holmes, and fumbled to turn on the light in the living room.

I don't know why the lights in this house seem to be particularly bright.

Mr. Holmes narrowed his eyes. When he got used to the brightness, everything in the living room of this house was clearly displayed before his eyes.

The old man who had bumped into him on Park Road was standing in the middle of the living room, holding a glass bottle that shimmered with gold.

"This is for you." The old man said hoarsely, and at the same time passed the wine bottle forward.

"Golden cider." Holmes looked at the white-haired old man with his head down, smiled slightly, and caught the bottle.

"We found it before supper at last, Ursula."

Holding the wine bottle, he took out a corkscrew from the coffee table, then picked up the two wine glasses that were upside down on the table, uncorked the cider cork, and filled the glasses with golden wine.

"In that case, let's have a drink together, good sir. If it weren't for you, we would have lost this bottle of wine."

Jingle.

A metal object flowed out along with the wine, fell into the glass wine glass, and collided with the glass wall, making a crisp clanging sound.

"The key?" Mr. Holmes looked puzzled for the first time today.

"Welcome back, Holmes," said a trembling voice.

Holmes turned around, and the white wig and dull overcoat were thrown on the ground. Young Dr. Watson smiled and opened his arms to him with something glittering in his eyes.

"I should have said as soon as I remembered, my dear Holmes, welcome to London once more, although this time you are more than a century late."

"Your subject is wrong, Watson. This time it should be us. Welcome back. I have to say that this is a perfect prank." Mr. Holmes stepped forward and hugged Dr. Watson.

But soon, his rarely revealed emotions were suppressed by reason again.

"By the way, what about the seafood feast that we agreed upon?" Mr. Holmes turned around and shifted his gaze to Ursula, who was happily watching, and his nephew, who was standing beside Ursula at some unknown time.

"Since it's a big meal, it's natural to go home and eat it." Eric looked natural under his uncle's scrutiny.

"Please be sure to use the enchanted surprise that is hidden in the golden liquid and will fall into the wine glass with a jingle when pouring."

"Holmes! Could it be this?" Dr. Watson noticed the very familiar key in his friend's hand.

"Block 221b, Baker Street, where Sherlock Holmes and John Watson lived, is the real Block 221b." Ursula laughed, "Welcome home, gentlemen. Visit from the ground floor starting tomorrow." Visitors to the memorial hall will be guided to the simulated hall that has been built next door. The original seat 221 will welcome back its owner."

"Won't this be said on the Internet?" Dr. Watson was pleasantly surprised and worried.

"No, the so-called magic that brings miracles works at this time." Ursula blinked, and pushed the old couple out of the room, urging them to go home and have a big meal.

"But..." Dr. Watson wanted to say a few more words

"Doctor, Ursula and I ordered dinner outside and bought movie tickets." Eric interrupted Dr. Watson's worry: "A lover's time is precious."

Then a gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground, gently sending the pair out of the gate of Block 221a.

Dr. Watson and Holmes stood in front of the door of Block A which was slammed shut in front of them, looking at each other. After a long silence, they suddenly burst out into loud laughter.

"Ursula and the others are right. It is okay to believe in miracles once in a while, and it is not our style to be restrained." Holmes smiled and shook his head, shaking the key at his friend: "Go home, Watson. "

Ursula sat on one knee on the window sill on the second floor and smiled as she watched the next door light up again at night.

"Shall we go to candlelight dinner now?" Eric stood behind Ursula with the same smile, but his eyes were fixed on her.

"Of course." Ursula jumped off the ledge. "Wait for me to change."

"Would you like to go to the movies after eating?"

"Of course, you let go."

"Then...the last question, are you willing to accept the chessboard we agreed upon?"

"Well." Ursula paused on the steps, leaned over the railing, and hesitated.

She looked down into the silver eyes that looked up at her.

"In this country, compared to the capricious April and May." Ursula paused, and said quickly: "I still like the idea of ​​the bride in June."

"Coincidentally, me too." The eyes of the detective and the witch were full of silver starlight, and the black hair that had grown longer due to the growth of time and magic power was neatly tied behind the head by the oath of the soul, just like Ursula At that time in the past, when he met his future self.

"The wedding of a lovely lady witch and a half-elf should indeed be the most beautiful midsummer night." Little Holmes said to Miss Watson, with a bright smile that was not Sherlock Holmes.