Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The sea monster is the overlord of the sea. Apart from the gods, even the most powerful mages in the world have to bow their heads to these girly sea spirits when passing through the ocean and passing by the place where the sea monster gathers.

However, this is only about the sea.On land, that was the territory of the elves, when the half-elf's eyes suddenly turned into pure silver and looked at the still-growing half-sirra youth who was far away from the sea and whose magic power limit was restricted by male sex.

That was really bullying the small with the big, and what the half-elf brought him was pure oppression and threat.

Al Mannay, who always felt that witches were the most difficult to deal with, and little Sherlock Holmes was just too cooperative and doting on his fiancée, swallowed hard and took a step back.

His only pitiful two scales stood up, and his awakened blood was boiling, constantly reminding him, danger! Danger! But once he escapes, he will be hunted and killed.

This person is the real devil! He screamed in his heart, and suddenly realized: the witch's hard mouth and soft heart are nothing compared to this kind of direct action. Miss Watson is simply an angel!

Once such thoughts arise, it is rare for him to turn his attention to Ursula, who has been complaining and complaining in his heart.

"It's delicious!" The witch, dressed as a blue-eyed black rose, took a sip of the drink and put it on her face, not giving the half-sea monster a chance to meet her eyes.

"May I introduce your new friend?" repeated little Holmes.

"Yes! As for?"

The half siren youth ruffled his hair. "Just to introduce a new friend, as for deterring me with power?"

"Otherwise, shall I see you slip away?" Miss Witch raised her head at this moment and teased.

Sure enough, both of them were demons, and the half-sea monster recognized the reality for the nth time.

"Come on. Let me introduce you to my friend Carl Lisbon." He put his hands in his trouser pockets helplessly, with an indescribably free and easy gesture.

He wore the obviously expensive tailor-made suit wildly and casually, with the vest lining spread out, and the collar of the shirt opening all the way to the collarbone.The wheat-colored skin brought by the sea breeze was revealed.

Ursula rested her chin, tilted her head, looked at it for a while with a pure admiration of beauty, and then blew a whistle with great respect for her personality.

Not surprisingly, not only did the half-sea monster show an expression of shame and indignation at being molested, but Holmes also gave him a warning look.

But she, who was concentrating on the character design, didn't care, instead she chuckled, laughing at the half-sea monster who suddenly started tidying up her clothes.

"What are you covering up now?" Ms. Black Rose shook her head. "Tsk. But it's not too late to wake up, remember the boy. Now that you have a master, you can't just show it to others."

"It's over, miss." The young detective whispered this sentence to Ursula when he got up and walked to the bar with the half-sirken youth.

"Hmph." Ursula proudly raised her glass to the backs of the two of them.

"Carl." The half-sea monster said to his friend with a straight face, the rogue whistle from the witch just now still stimulated him.

He packed his clothes as he walked, and it was rare for him to return to a neatly dressed state. "This is Mr. Eric Holmes, the gentleman whom I have told you has done me a great favor."

That Mr. Carl Lisbon just broke out of a melancholy state after hearing what his friend said. He raised his head and looked at little Holmes with an unspeakable expectation. Al glanced at his friend, Then he said, "This is a new friend I've met here, Carl Lisbon. A..."

"A dancer from a dance troupe," said young Holmes. "The absolute leading man, Tai Zhuzi, an artist. Nice to meet you, sir. Please don't feel sad because of your temporary disappointment. With your superb skills, you will definitely be able to make a comeback."

"You can really talk, sir." Mr. Lisbon with half-length brown curly hair untied the hair tie in his hand, tied up the hair scattered on the side of his face, and showed his face.

This is a picture of the appearance that a standard classical handsome man should have. It seems that the marble sculpture of the ancient Roman period has been carefully colored, injected with magic power, and brought to life.

It's a pity that among the three, the only Miss Witch who was interested in the man's appearance was still on the table for two in the distance, dipping her fingers in water and scribbling on the table boredly, and didn't follow to see this scene.

"I know you, you are..." Not surprisingly, the beautiful sculptor Holmes pointed out his occupation, but a rare smile appeared from his melancholy expression.

"Hush." ​​Eric stopped him from continuing. "How about we talk in another place, it's late at night, and..."

He motioned for the other party to look at Ms. Black Rose, who was toasting to this side. "We're so compelling."

———— Separation Line————

"If you really wanted to keep a low profile, you wouldn't let a lady come to the bar and dress up so conspicuously!" the half-sea-monster youth complained.

"We didn't intend to keep a low profile. This time, you're the only one who bumped into me by accident." Ursula wrapped her coat tightly and mocked back.

"Huh?" Al Manner was shocked. "You mean, you came here to find Karl?"

"Yes, we need a dance teacher," said Ursula.

"You know Miss Mary Norton, don't you?" said Eric Holmes.

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"dance instructor?"

"Mary Norton?"

"What are you talking about? Did you mention Miss Mary just now?"

For a moment, the three present except for Holmes became confused.

"One by one." Ursula stopped under the streetlight, "Ladies first, you have no objections." She raised her eyes and moved between Al and the dancer.

The two shook their heads.

"Who is Mary Norton?" Ursula asked young Holmes.

"The one I told you about earlier, the rich fiancee of the youngest son of a government employee." The young detective blinked.

"Oh..." She sort of understood that from the very beginning, all of this might have been a coincidence, but it was more of Mr. Detective's deep routine.

"Well, there are some things I will talk to you later, Mr. Holmes. Now let the other two gentlemen talk about it." Ursula gave Eric a look to find you later.

"I really want to hear it. However, the night wind is still cold tonight, and chatting on the road is not good. Why don't you come to our house and have a cup of tea first?" Little Holmes said gently, and he took a special look at Carl, who looked anxious. Lisbon, pointedly said: "After all, the wind with long ears will also reveal the news."

Carl Lisbon turned pale, and he seemed to understand the meaning of this sentence very well.

"It's up to you, sir."

In the darkness, a carriage creaked out from the corner of the street and stopped in front of them.The coachman got down and made a gesture to open the door, but they didn't let them in.

Seeing this strange situation, the two youths looked at each other in blank dismay.

Suddenly a gust of wind swept the dust from the corner of the street, and everyone subconsciously wanted to cover their eyes to prevent being blinded by the sand.

At this time, the mist that had been floating quietly under the street lamp suddenly moved.

The fog that can be seen everywhere in London at night circulated as if it was alive, and spread rapidly. Instead, it took advantage of this wind to spread around and became more and more dense.

In a moment, their area was completely covered, making the visibility of the space extremely low, and even the carriage that was so close to them became hazy.

"Thanks, Anna," said little Holmes. "Come on, let's go. The peeping eyes are temporarily blinded by the mist."

At this time, Mr. Lisbon and the half-sea monster realized that there was another carriage parked behind them.

Under the command of young Holmes, they staggered up into the carriage until the coachman closed the door.The half-sea-monster youth realized it later: "Hua..., no, Miss Anna. Why didn't she come up with us?"

He leaned against the car window, looked at the lady witch in a long black and red intersecting dress, and waved to them.Tiski got into another carriage and drove into the mist, engulfed in darkness.

"Mr. Holmes!" The half-sea monster reacted and condemned, "How can you let her distract you?"

"Ah, this." Little Holmes was about to explain, but was interrupted by another person.

"Thank you very much for your concern for that Ms. Anna. But..."

"I remember we are friends! Al. How can you care about the person my fiancé is dating in private!" A choked and sad female voice sounded from the corner of the carriage.

"what!"

Both Al Mannay and Carl Lisbon were taken aback, especially Mr. Lisbon, who stood up in shock, jumped involuntarily, and hit the roof of the carriage directly.

"Ah, sorry, sorry." Ursula said embarrassedly, "I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to make a joke."

Carl Lisbon covered his head and tried to calm down.He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a girl in a black dress sitting beside Mr. Holmes on the opposite side. She was shaking a half-burned branch, and her bright golden pupils revealed sorry.

The dancer feels like his mind is going blank now, when did this girl get on the bus, or was she there in the first place?He couldn't understand the current situation at all.

"Miss Watson?" Al Manner spoke first.

"You are in the carriage? Then, who was that Anna just now?" The half-sea monster felt a little pain in his head, and his intuition told him that the Anna just now was the product of Miss Watson's play, and the two were one person.

But now his eyes didn't just see two at the same time.His sense of smell was also telling him something was wrong.

They present a completely different smell and feel.If the former is a black rose with a dangerous aura in the dark night, then the current Miss Watson is more like an evening primrose in a bright moonlit night.

"You still have the nerve to mention that Anna!" Ursula wanted to question him ferociously with her hips akimbo, and she couldn't help laughing after the half-sea monster showed a terrified look of doubting life.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, it's just a blindfold."

"You just need to know that Ms. Anna left alone. She will return to the room she reserved at the Robin Hotel two days ago, and then stay behind closed doors." Miss Witch blew out the faintly smoking sparks on the branches , Put away the half-blackened wood.

"Wait, what's your expression?" Ursula glanced sideways at the half siren youth.

"It's okay, I just realized that you are really a witch." Al Mannay said with emotion. After calming down, his excellent night vision ability and magic power perception immediately discovered the secret of the mist—from the witch Miss the charred twig.

"Excuse me!" Ursula wrinkled her nose.

"What's going on here?" Mr. Carl, who was sitting among a group of "demons and ghosts", looked around blankly.

"It's not important. What's urgent now is that you need our help very much, don't you? Mr. Lisbon." Little Holmes smiled gently.

"I..." The handsome dancer couldn't help but glanced at his friend, and in the encouraging eyes of the other party, made up his mind.

"You are right, Mr. Holmes. I need your help very much. I am in the same predicament as my friend Al was."

"The bride is married, and I am not the groom?" whispered Ursula.

"Very apt. Hahaha." Mr. Lisbon stretched his melancholy brows and sighed. "But there is still a bit of a difference. I never thought that I could marry Mary. After all, our identities are too different. However, even so. I also have wishes, but all I want is to see her have a good life." Destination. In the future, I will accompany her for the rest of her life as a reliable friend."

"After many years, maybe I can still teach her children to dance?" he said optimistically. "After all, Mary's family also recognizes my teaching as a social dance teacher, doesn't it?"

"Then what are you worrying about? Although Miss Mary Norton was once involved in the case of the bride's disappearance, hasn't she returned intact now? Or..." Little Holmes met the dancer's eyes, and then made people Suddenly, a bomb was dropped.

"You, like her fiancé, don't think the one who came back was Miss Norton herself?"

"Never mind!"

Mr. Lisbon said excitedly: "She is Mary herself. I can swear, it is definitely her. It's just that she has lost her memory and doesn't remember me at all."

"After hearing the news of her return, I visited her in the name of her dance teacher. Although she correctly called my name and knew what I had learned. But..."

"Her eyes are looking at a complete stranger. Or a business object." He mourned.

"Is it possible that Miss Mary is trying to distance herself from you?" asked Ursula.

"Impossible! Because we agreed long before she got engaged that we would be friends for life. It is impossible for her to change her attitude suddenly."

"Wait a minute" Ursula couldn't help interrupting him and said to Eric: "Did Sherlock say that the lady who came back from the police station confirmed that her memory is normal. Except that she doesn't want to talk about what happened when she disappeared , I remember everything else very clearly.”

"That's the case." Eric nodded, and he said seriously to the melancholy handsome man.

"Now the question is coming, if what you said, Mr. Lisbon, is true. Then, are these ladies who came back really, as they and their family members said, did not forget anything?"