Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Please speak." Ursula resisted the urge to put her face in her hands, and looked at Sherlock Holmes with shining eyes.

The detective who is directly opposite is tall and thin, with a sharp appearance, whether it is the bright eyes or the iconic aquiline nose.They are all explaining to a loyal reader of the complete works of Sherlock Holmes, look, this is Sherlock Holmes, a real Sherlock Holmes.

Usually floating lazily in the air, the etheric spirit (the medium of light transmission), began to spin and jump around her due to the magic resonance caused by Ursula's excitement, making her eyes bright.

Surrounded by a halo that no one else could see (except Eric), Ursula felt as if the blood in her body rushed to her head, and her mind kept swiping the screen: "I saw Sherlock Holmes! Live! Live Sherlock Holmes!"

Her body trembled slightly with excitement.Although the expression on her face is still maintained on the surface, she is not rude, but she feels that if the other party smiles and says a word to her, she will scream, for sure.

In this absurd era, in this fantasy world, the only point of intersection with another part of her life.

Sherlock Holmes

This allowed her to sit under the window all day when she was young, listening to the chirping of cicadas in summer, and under the urging of her mother saying that she should rest under the starlight at night, she still refused to close the pages of the book and could not leave the storyline for a long time. bookman.

Eric Holmes turned his head and glanced at her.Suddenly, he reached out to cover her uncontrollably trembling hands on her knees.

"Don't be afraid, my uncle won't embarrass you, he just asked for your help. Why are you still crying?" He approached Ursula and whispered against Dr. Watson's death gaze.

Although he deliberately lowered his voice, it didn't work in this small compartment.

The two grown-ups opposite stared at Ursula's face for a moment.

"Am I crying?" Ursula suddenly woke up from her own world, blinked her eyes, touched the corners of her eyes, and found some hot liquid slipped down.

Touching this, she burst into laughter, "What are you talking about, these are obviously tears of excitement. I am so excited to see Uncle John and Mr. Holmes today."

"It's great to see you in this world." She said sincerely and eagerly to the two gentlemen.

The strong gratitude in the words made the two adults feel a little at a loss.

"Ursula!" Dr. Watson was moved and didn't know how to respond.

In this atmosphere.

"What about me?" Little Holmes suddenly voiced dissatisfaction. "What about meeting me?"

"So-so." Ursula waved her hand perfunctorily.

"Hello," said little Holmes with a smile. "You can't favor one person over another, Ursula."

See two children start bickering.

The two adults looked at each other, worry faded from their eyes.

"Please continue, Mr. Holmes. It was just because, for the first time, I met you who I have been looking forward to—the best detective novel author in my heart. As I said before, the best detective. A little emotional, uh, Excited," Ursula said with a laugh.

"It is a great honor. Then I will continue to ask." Holmes bowed slightly, nodded and smiled.

Ursula hummed, she had fully recovered to her usual state.

"I learned from Eric that you are a witch, Miss Watson. Of course, if there is any offense to this sentence, I apologize first." Holmes said to Ursula.

"Just call me Ursula, Mr. Holmes. I don't take offense at all." Ursula smiled and looked at Mr. Detective opposite.

"If you are talking about a witch in the sense of occultism that the world recognizes, I can only say that I am. However, if I have to say it myself, I think I am different." She said with a little smile. Head held up proudly.

Holmes was aroused by her words, leaned forward slightly, and continued in a very friendly tone: "Okay, Ursula. Please be sure to call me Sherlock just like Eric."

"Can you tell me where your definition of a witch is different? Although I saw Eric mentioned some in the telegram, I want to hear from you in person." He said seriously.

"Uh, I don't know if you've heard the word druid." Ursula organized the language, and finally decided to choose this word, which was certainly not unfamiliar in nineteenth-century England, to explain her situation.

"A person who communicates with nature?" Holmes continued to ask, knocking on the small table. "So you have this, er, power to manipulate nature?"

"No, I don't have that power." Ursula's answer surprised Holmes.

"Oh? No?" He really cheered up now.

"I have more knowledge. Knowledge of nature and knowledge of mysticism. How should I put it?" Ursula thought carefully, explaining as scientifically as possible.

"To put it bluntly, I think it is to communicate with nature and those things that human beings fear, worship and wonder. Including the human mind itself."

Ursula also discussed to Mr. Detective many fairy tales in which witches use potions to manipulate people's hearts to prove it.

"The story is true, but the reality is that there is no need to waste potions at all"

She looked up at Holmes, received the encouragement in his eyes, and then continued.

"Take a more popular example of mind manipulation, divination. In my opinion, predicting the future is regular. Because witches are naturally sensitive to other people's souls, no, emotional perception. Here, I have a possibly inappropriate Metaphor." She looked directly into Sherlock Holmes' eyes.

"If you say that in the eyes of people who don't know the truth, your reasoning is that you used magical powers to reproduce what happened. And I..."

"It is to connect with the future that the other party wants most."

"That is to say, if you come to do the divination, then the fate of the person being fortune-told is basically chosen by him. You just told the other party what to do to get it." Holmes immediately understood Ursula's meaning.

"In general, that's right. In this era, you will feel that you need to find a witch for divination. It's nothing more than love and future." Ursula nodded.

"I will observe the other party's weakness in the process and give advice to the other party. Talented people may need to pay attention to proportion, while timid people need to be cheered up."

"In the final analysis, the development of a person's situation has been hidden in one's subconscious mind, and only oneself can decide one's destiny."

"However, I haven't had much fortune-telling. I'm a naturalist. I don't like to deal with people. I usually use ancient traditional culture to plant herbs and pick flowers. It's more about people living in harmony with natural creatures. ’” Ursula added hastily to Holmes’ thoughtful eyes.

It's just the kind of natural harmony that teaches mermaids and goblins to get along with humans properly.She added silently in her heart.

"I get it pretty well." Mr. Holmes sat up straight. "Now, I have another question, I hope you won't think I'm long-winded."

Ursula shook her head desperately, of course.

"Can you use tarot cards?"

"Is it the Marseille Tarot in France?" Ursula thought for a while before digging out from memory the appearance of the popular Tarot cards now. "I should."

"Then you must have seen this card in its original form?" Holmes took out a card from his notebook, spread it face up on the table, and showed it to Ursula.

"Lover card?" Ursula looked at the words on the card and the angel above the screen, and said uncertainly, "Only the witness card and the man's lover card?"

"Yes, a bride's lost card of fate. Whoever gets it, the soon-to-be bride mysteriously disappears," joked Mr. Holmes to Ursula. "How do you feel any evil force is on this card?"

"Well, I only have one feeling."

"What is it?" Seeing Ursula's strange expression, Eric couldn't help interjecting.

"Why do those nobles lose their brides so easily!" Ursula said with black hair.

"Ah sneeze!"

The blond nobleman, the close lover of the siren witch, sneezed hugely in the train compartment not far away.

"Hahahahaha."

Holmes and Watson both laughed at Ursula's complaint.

"You are right, Ursula," said Holmes cheerfully. "They're literally all in a constant twirl of finding the right wife and losing the wife."

"The marriage between a rich merchant's daughter from a foreign country and a local aristocrat who only has a superficial appearance. Nowadays, it is already a trend in the social world. This kind of marriage contract of exchange of interests will naturally give rise to resentment."

"Holmes!" interrupted Dr. Watson disapprovingly. "You shouldn't have said that to Ursula, she's young."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Watson. On the contrary, she is officially going to socialize this year, and she should know more about those twists and turns. Although, she no longer needs to pick a not-so-stupid boy among those silly boys. ' Saying this, Sherlock Holmes glanced at his nephew who sat quietly aside.

The other party raised his eyebrows proudly.

"But it's always good to know more. Besides, Ursula should be very transparent." He shook his head, and then turned his eyes, which could see through people's hearts, to Ursula's innocent face.

"Cough, back to the topic." Holmes brought the topic back to the case when his companion was speechless.

"If it's just like this, it may be a simple emotional issue of the woman's awakening in the marriage. But the problem now is that all the brides have returned." Holmes said seriously.

"I'm back. Isn't that just right." Ursula and little Holmes looked at each other, full of doubts.

"But the bridegroom thinks otherwise," said Holmes suddenly, in a low voice.

"Every bridegroom-to-be vowed, terrified, that the bride who came back was not his fiancée. Even the girls who came back all looked exactly the same as before, except that they didn't say where they disappeared, and their memories were not lost."

"But these prospective grooms just don't recognize it. Some even claim that the current bride has changed her soul body. They think it is the lady in this card who replaced the bride."

Sherlock Holmes clicked, the tarot card with missing characters

"Ah, this." Ursula felt the temperature in the carriage drop suddenly. "what about now."

"Now, these grooms still go to the police station every day to ask for the real bride back." Holmes said helplessly, "Then the case was transferred to me."

With the two young men bowing their heads in thought, Holmes continued.

"Actually, before I met you. My plan was just to learn some knowledge from you. Then I went to investigate myself." Sherlock Holmes smiled: "But now, I have changed my mind."

"What is better than a real witch to break into the inner circle of mystery? Are you interested? Adventurous lady."

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"You actually refused!"

Eric Holmes was shocked.Anyone who saw Ursula's face as if you were right for everything would have felt that she would certainly grant any request from Mr. Holmes.

"But why!"

Little Holmes couldn't understand it, especially seeing Ursula's regretful expression now.It was as if Sherlock had rejected her.

"Of course because I'm sure I'll pass through!"

Ursula was also devastated.

That's right, she knows Tarot cards very well. In another era, she liked to mess with all kinds of weird and mysterious things, not to mention the present when she became a witch.

However, it also led to her knowing the Tarot cards 200 years more than fortune tellers of this era.

The popular one in her time, or the most common one, was the Wetter Tarot, which was much more exquisite than the Marseille Tarot. She tried hard to think for a long time, only to vaguely remember that it seemed to be put into production after at least 1910. .Not to mention the totter tarot.

In this era, in addition to allowing the mysterious culture to grow wildly in it, poker can be used for divination, wandering in the divination tents of the gypsies in the lower London city.

What people recognize is not professional books such as Eliphas Levi's "The Creeds and Rituals of High Magic" and Dr. Babs' "Tarot Astrology".

It is those confusing oriental origin theories, mixed with Zhouyi, Egyptian mythology, and various opinions of scholars who are obsessed with alchemy, and an immature stewed system.

And this era of world history, because it was in an overhead state, made her very confused.

Have these Tarot culture books that should have been published have been published?For Ursula, who had the talent of a witch, she did everything by feeling, she didn't care at all.

And in the previous life, as an experiential Tarot player, how could he remember when any theory of Tarot appeared?

"I don't want to confuse the evolution process, talk about the research theory of later generations, make a big news, and be targeted by the church or some mysterious research society." Ursula thought.

But, she really wants to investigate the case with Sherlock Holmes, tears.

"Then how about we change the route?"

Little Holmes watched quietly for a while, and Ursula's expression, which was constantly changing due to the intense ideological struggle, suddenly spoke.

"What?" Ursula looked up sharply at him.

"Since you have unspeakable reasons, you cannot play the role of a fortuneteller."

"Then, let's be the one who seeks fate—how about the one who receives the card." Erica took her hand and gave a flamboyant hand kiss.

"A bride to be married." He looked up and smiled at Ursula, then pointed to himself.

"And a, poor, bridegroom who is about to lose his bride."