Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The mermaid dragged its tail, crawling and swimming.

Humans clutched their wounds, rolling and crawling, ahhh.

Non-stop loop.

"puff"

A thermos was uncorked and three cups of steaming coffee poured out.

"It's really comfortable to watch other people's chase battles." Under the cover of white water vapor, Ursula held a cup and expressed her opinion.

"That's right." Eric Holmes took a sip from his glass and nodded in agreement. The two looked at each other and thought of something with mutual sympathy, and clapped their hands of friendship.

"Enough! You guys go and take care of it!" After Al Mannay drank it down, he squeezed the paper cup and covered his face, "Stop showing off."

Ursula stuck out her tongue, took out a handful of small lady's wooden bins and threw it to the half siren, who quickly caught it.

"I just ask you to guard the exit, Xiaoman...no, it's Mr. Mannay." Ursula said solemnly.

After receiving an inexplicably moved nod from the half-siron youth (from the gratitude for finally removing the fine print), she and Eric Holmes walked towards the center of the chase.

However, Ursula stopped after taking a few steps with great momentum, under the hopeful gaze of the half-siron.

"and many more."

"What's the matter?" Al Manner asked in a panic.

"I think there is less atmosphere." The witch with a boyish face nodded to herself.

Then, under the bewildered gazes of the half-sirken youth and little Holmes, she pulled out a half-person-high phonograph from her small pocket.

"Although it has become a children's treasure game and a villain's self-inflicted drama, so that beautiful and handsome young detectives can't really show their talents, but! There is still a sense of ritual!" She clenched her fist.

"..."

The atmosphere in their corner suddenly froze.

After a while of silence.

In the expectant eyes of the half siren youth, tell me quickly, little Mr. Holmes stroked his chin, pondered for a while, and opened his mouth slowly.

"..."

"Can I choose a song?"

"What's the situation now?"

Dr. John Watson again questioned his friend with a blank face.

"Uh..." His resourceful friend, the only consulting detective in the world, didn't know how to answer for a moment.

After all, from their point of view, it was the villain who yelled at the statue excitedly after performing a strange ritual of forcing the girl to bleed with singing and dancing, and then rushed forward and hugged the statue.

After the statue was about to yell for indecent hugs, it suddenly went mad again, and started to pinch its own face and neck with its hands, and ran around screaming after getting bloody.

"It looks like he's taken some kind of hallucinogen." Sherlock Holmes thought while looking down. "Then saw some, no, it should be an imaginary monster that those of us onlookers couldn't see."

His gaze slowly passed over the middle-aged man who was still running for his life in circles, and settled on the mermaid crystal sculpture shrouded in strange white light.

"Looks like a mermaid, Watson."

A bang of rolling thunder blocked Sherlock Holmes' speech.

"What did you say? Sherlock Holmes." Watson asked, his ears stunned by the thunder that seemed to be exploding directly above his head.

"I mean, he should have seen a mermaid." Holmes was also shocked by the sudden thunder, rubbed his temples, and repeated his deduction to Dr. Watson.

"That one?" Dr. Watson asked in surprise, pointing to the sculpture.

"It should be right. But where exactly did he ingest the hallucinogen." Holmes stood up straight, touched the rock wall of the cave where they were, and knocked, then looked down at the unaware With a clear look.

"Looks like the reason there's no echo here is because of that."

Then, in the eyes of Dr. Watson who hesitated to speak, he turned his head and raised a small brass telescope with great interest to look into the field.

The mature detective's keen eyes quickly swept over the farce, the shallow water beach sparkling under the white light, the black reef, and the shiny crystal mine on the cave wall, and then stopped at one place.

"Aha, there is this here." He said to himself.

"What?" asked Dr. Watson.

"It's still an immature idea." Holmes didn't fully answer the doctor's question, and turned the telescope to another place while speaking.

"Look, Watson." Sherlock Holmes said with a smile in his tone. "The group of children came out."

Dr. Watson took a quick look and tried to identify the three boys below who started to move. Then he paused and showed a complicated expression: "Yes, Holmes, I saw it. No, it should be said that I heard it. "

This position is not at all worthy of Sherlock Holmes's evaluation of his position as a special seat. Once normal music is played in a cave hall with excellent echo effects, it will be really confusing for three days.

"Tsk, Mendelssohn's Song Without Words." Holmes folded his arms and accurately recognized the title of the tune. "good taste."

Dr. Watson twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard his words: "My God, it's a good thing Ursula is not here, what are these young people thinking now!"

"Opus 62, third movement." Eric Holmes knelt as Ursula rummaged through a stack of records. "Have it?"

"Yes! I found it." Ursula shook her head triumphantly, and then put on the reading disk. She turned her head and glanced at little Holmes, who nodded.

So, she flipped the stylus with a snap, and after a sizzling sound, the record began to play.

The two of them followed the dangdang prelude, and appeared chicly on the stage amidst the speechless expression of the half-sea monster.

One rushed towards the dying Mr. Lando who was chased by the living sculpture and fell down on the grassy beach.

The other took out a modified revolver and rushed towards Lando, who was acting as a shield after being frightened sober and suddenly wanted to catch "Alyssa" who was still lying under the rock where the sculpture was originally. one of his men.

Ursula fully utilized the witch's perception talent, and jumped over a few rocks. A natural waste like her, relying on potion to boost strength and agility after opening the talent, walked the battle route.

Said that witches are legal?That is to say, but when she has been walking in other worlds for many years, no natural spirit can cast spells faster than her. They are all natural skills, and they don't need to read the article.

When she first awakened her witch talent, every time she collected medicine, she would be teased by the mermaid by the lake, robbed by the elf in the cave, and almost burned her hair off by the phoenix once.

By the time she noticed other supernatural beings approaching, it was too late to change into her little wand.

For the nth time, after a basket full of herbs was snatched away by goblins, she learned from the pain and decided to devote herself to studying how to be a violent mage.

After half a year of retreat, she fought for the first time, and successfully beat the mermaid, who was trying to grab her ankle and dragged her down, with her head covered and hung upside down on a tree for public display.

Then, she became the double boss of the inner and outer realms of the forest behind the house, and lived a good life enjoying the freshest herbs and fruits offered every season.

Now, Ursula, who had tasted the sweetness, became even more obsessed with researching various tools and potions that could increase her combat effectiveness.

Due to the good surface work of the disguise, she gradually became the quietest and gentle girl in the village. She is famous for not going out, but in fact, at least five days a week, she would go to the forest to hang out in the world when she had free time, or go out in the forest. Do research in your study.

And now this big and exaggerated modified revolver was stuffed with the potion bullets she developed herself.

Lando's subordinate was a strong, short man with a beard. With a rifle in his hand, he staggered forward in the sea, trying to get close to Miss Kraken, who was pretending to be dead.

Ursula hesitated halfway, but in the end she still felt that he should be punished by human law. Before she knew what other crimes he had committed, the other party should not be easily killed by Miss Siren.

You must know that in this situation where the outer and inner worlds overlap, the human corpses killed by supernatural creatures will remain in the inner world, and disappearing in the outer world will not only be the corpse, but also everything about this person.

Under the automatic correction of world consciousness, all ordinary people will forget the existence of this person, which is the complete disappearance of the true meaning.

And as a criminal, the crimes he commits are also affected, and those cases related to him are ignored.

So Ursula made up her mind not to let such a person disappear too easily.

And the reason for choosing this person instead of another one has been scared silly.It's all because even though this short guy was terrified by the weird scene in front of him, he still showed the side of a professional murderer.

When encountering such a horror story, his first thought was not to run away. (At this time, another of his companions with insufficient professional ability had already done so, and was trying to move out against the wall.)

Instead, I wanted to pull a shield, just in case, full of robber thinking.

The movement of Ursula coming over can be said to be very light under the various bonuses, but because of the rapid movement, it was the airflow fluctuation that caused the opponent's attention.

The stocky murderer set up and aimed at her.

"boom!"

A bullet passed by the side of the young witch.

"Tsk, it's so troublesome." Ursula murmured after dodging the bullet trail. "Since you still have the strength to do this, let's explode the chamber first."

She stood where she was, with her amber eyes, staring at the action of the opponent's rifle reloading after firing once, and pursed her lips.

"Crack~" When the short villain was about to fire for the second time, she opened her mouth and let out such a sound.

"Crack!" Laifu went off fire and exploded his chest.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the villain shouted while holding his bloody hands! "You devil!"

"Tsk, it's really interesting." Ursula raised her revolver and approached, without hesitation knocking the opponent unconscious with her back.Knowing the profound meaning of making up the knife, she added a stun bullet just to be on the safe side, making the opponent fall into a coma completely.

"Before I dressed up like this, people called me a witch or a witch when I encountered this kind of thing. Now, the word devil is really new."

She jumped over a few more rocks, arrived at the statue, knelt down and poked Miss Kraken, who was pretending to be dizzy: "Hey, it's time to get up. You sirens shouldn't sleep at night, isn't this your business hour?"

"I'm so sleepy!" Seeing that her colleague was coming, Miss Kraken could only complain, sitting up, brushing her hair soaked in sea water, and said to Ursula, "I'm a I have been acting during the day, and I have never left anyone around me. I am still sleeping."

Then unceremoniously let Ursula help her up.

As for the girls, Ursula, always good-natured, complied.

Just as Miss Kraken held Ursula's hand and stood up with strength, a frenzied female scream sounded from the side.