Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

As soon as Mr. Holmes said these words, everyone fell silent.

Before everyone could think about it, Eric dropped another bomb.

"Mr. Lisbon, do you know that this bar, where you usually hang out, is inextricably linked to the disappearance of the bride?"

This shocked this handsome dancer a lot.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Holmes? That's the most fashionable bar in London at the moment. How could such a place have something to do with the disappearance?"

"It seems unlikely, after all, it has attracted much attention. But, have you noticed the name of that bar?" Eric asked calmly.

"Dionysus? The name of the god of wine in Greek mythology, what's wrong with that?"

"No Dionysus believer would mistake the silhouette of his main god." Ursula said, although she focused on teasing handsome guys in the bar and drinking a little wine.But the observation of various details has not been missed at all.

She quickly noticed that the embroidered bar logo on each waiter's uniform was the same as the silhouette on the sign at the door.Profile of a man wearing a feathered hat surrounded by vines.

"Silhouette, you mean the silhouette of the figure on the signboard?" Mr. Lisbon stretched his perfectly shaped eyebrows. "You are mistaken. As far as I know, it is the silhouette of the bar owner himself."

"Ha." Little Holmes and Ursula looked at each other, and laughed lowly. "Is that so? That's really interesting. Anyway, please come into the house first, and have a cup of hot tea on this cool night, and some special biscuits made by Miss Watson. We have a long time to explain slowly. "

Mr. Lisbon raised his head and looked out of the carriage in surprise, only to find that they had reached a street full of residents.

"Please, Mr. Lisbon." After seeing Ursula off the car first, Holmes invited the dancers.

Four people entered the door.

The concierge had been greeted a long time ago, and when he heard the movement, he just looked at it with his head, but didn't make a sound.

Eric led the way up to the second floor, reaching for the light switch when he reached the living room door.Suddenly felt a chill hit.

Little Holmes followed his intuition and snapped on the light. At the same time, he raised the revolver and pointed towards the living room. Then he froze.

"Heh." A chuckle sounded from the armchair. "Be careful with fire, Eric."

Ursula, who was firmly blocked behind young Mr. Holmes, heard the sound and tried to look over his shoulder on tiptoe.

"Oh, it's over." She probed her head, just in time to meet the eyes of Dr. Watson who was looking this way, and she shrank back involuntarily in fright.

Ursula asked in a low voice, grabbing Eric's coat.

"Why are John and Sherlock here!"

"Compared with this, I want to know why you came back from outside at this point!" Dr. Watson, who suddenly became very sharp, raised his voice.

"We..." Little Holmes stepped forward, intending to explain.

"Don't put me off by going to the theater to watch a play, Eric. It's a very unfortunate coincidence that Watson and I have just returned from watching the latest play in London." Sherlock Holmes took a sip of coffee .

"Let me explain!" Ursula, who was well prepared, squeezed out from behind Sherlock Holmes, and walked into the light with an attitude of no guilt.

"Actually, it's like this." She looked at the adult group sitting in front of the fireplace with a very sincere expression.

The two adults both returned her one, I will listen to your make-up eyes.

Ursula was not short-tempered: "Didn't Uncle John say that he wanted to check the progress of our dance learning? The two of us thought about it, and it would not be effective to learn by ourselves. So!"

"So?" repeated Dr. Watson. "So why don't you stay at night?"

"Of course not, we're looking for a dance teacher!" Ursula opened her eyes wide, like uncle, how could you look at me like that, and then began to explain quickly: "We found a dance teacher, and it turned out that he and Al They are friends, and the two of them are together, because the two of them share the same illness, so they took the initiative to ask Eric for help! Yes, all of this is God's will!"

She clasped her palms and looked at the sky: "We are destined to find the truth and rescue those souls trapped in love in the night."

"What truth." Dr. Watson frowned. "No truth can explain why you came back so late."

"What if it's the truth about the lover's card case?" Little Holmes said.

This was completely beyond the expectations of the two adults. They looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing.

It would be Ursula and Eric's turn to be at a loss, especially the two adults laughed more and more exaggeratedly.

"You're right, Holmes. Sure enough, they are still looking for clues." Dr. Watson smiled and looked at his friend.

"That's what makes people sit at home, and the clues will come to you automatically." Sherlock Holmes clapped his hands and smiled. "What I said earlier, Watson."

"There's no need to be exhausted, as long as we have diligent children to take them home." Dr. Watson replied. "Ha ha ha ha."

"Tricked!" said Ursula and little Holmes, dejectedly, and collapsed on the sofa. "What a cunning sir."

"You guys really scared me to death with your black faces just now." Ursula collapsed on the sofa, holding her heart and mouth.

"I don't see any fear in you." Dr. Watson stood up and rubbed her head affectionately.Ursula hurriedly hugged her head in the commotion: "Uncle, don't mess up your hairstyle."

"Come in, please. Our guests." Sherlock Holmes got up and greeted the two men who were staring blankly at the door.

Al Mannay and Mr. Lisbon walked in a little helplessly. The duo who had looked mature and stable just now are acting like children in front of these two gentlemen. The contrast is really a bit big.

Mr. Lisbon has not figured out the situation yet, so he is more at a loss.The half-sea monster who was already familiar with the little devil group looked at Ursula with admiration.

What she said just now was the same as the truth, and the scary thing is that it seems that she can't refute it.

Halfway through, he naively thought that the other party was as ignorant of Holmes' "conspiracy" as he was.Until she suddenly becomes two of her.

"I really don't know." Ursula squinted at the half siren.

"What did you say? I didn't say anything." Al Manna covered his mouth in horror. "Did I say something?"

"It's written all over your face," Ursula complained.

"Cough cough." Dr. Watson coughed aside.

"Your expression reveals your thoughts too easily." Ursula sat up and smiled. "Be careful."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mannay. Ursula is only a little perky, without malice," said Dr. Watson apologetically.

"It's okay, this sentence is very familiar." The half-sea monster looked at the good doctor blankly.

Upon hearing this, little Holmes silently raised his head and glanced at him.

"Okay." Mr. Holmes, the elder, clapped his hands.

"Please sit down. Ursula, may I trouble you to bring some pastries baked yesterday for our guests. Eric, go and pour tea."

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Lisbon," said Sherlock Holmes kindly and warmly. "Come on, it's still cool, come and sit on this chair near the fireplace."

The dancer was surprised that the other party called out his name directly.But after being brainwashed by his half siren friend, he quickly accepted that this is the idea of ​​Sherlock Holmes. (Al Mannay: I was just complaining! I really didn’t praise them, but I did.)

The really mature and stable Mr. Holmes properly arranged the dancer who was in a state of bewilderment, and then looked back at the half siren.

"Mr. Mannay, we are old friends. Let's go out. Would you please sit next to Eric?"

The half siren nodded and sat down obediently.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Sherlock Holmes. Eric's uncle. Oh, it seems that you know me." Mr. Holmes looked at the other party's expression when he heard this sentence and said.

"Yes, thanks to my friend Al's Fu. He introduced you to me, but because of my strange troubles, he finally suggested that I go to your nephew." Mr. Lisbon said.

"Oh, I don't mean you are sorry, he praised your bravery to me (from the half-sea monster filter who was persecuted by the little devil group and found the deterrent power of the big head), but..."

"It's okay, I know what you mean. Eric is indeed better at some occult-related cases. Now, would you like me to join this listening session?"

"Of course! It couldn't be better." The dancer breathed a sigh of relief, and the reliable aura of Mr. Holmes obviously affected him.

When encountering the sudden thickening of the fog just now, and some strange incidents he encountered before, Mr. Holmes' stable sense of reality calmed his spirit very well.

"Please use." Ursula put down the snack tray and sat back in her seat.

"It seems that you have already discussed some things." Mr. Sherlock Holmes glanced at the dancer whose eyes kept wandering since Eric came in with a tea tray.

"Come on, Eric, let's talk first. Mr. Lisbon seems to need your clarification." He smiled.

"Okay, actually, what Mr. Lisbon wants to know is about the bar named Dionysus who is actually a family member of Hermes." After pouring the tea, Eric sat down next to Ursula, calmly Looking back at his uncle.

"Hermes? Is that so?" Sherlock Holmes touched his chin.

"Holmes?" Dr. Watson looked at him reproachfully. "We ordinary people still need to explain."

"Oh, Watson," laughed Mr. Holmes. "That's Ursula's specialty, and she'll have to explain it."

Ursula, who felt that the boss was in place and had already started to wander, was suddenly called: "Ah, I'll come, is it okay?" She looked at Mr. Holmes.

"Of course, Miss Detective," laughed Holmes.

Ursula blushed agitatedly when Sherlock called her that, and Holmes actually called her Miss Detective.My God! What a great thing this is!

"Ahem, let me explain. Although the bar has a Dionysus sign, the person with the feather hat is obviously not a Dionysus, of course! It's not the boss that the staff said." She glanced at it and wanted to speak. Mr. Lisbon said with emphasis.

"If you want to talk about evidence, you may think it's a bit far-fetched, but it's enough to remind me. That's the dark pattern embroidery on the clerk's trouser legs, a pair of small wings." Ursula gestured. "It's in this position, with both sides, the feathered cap, and the winged legs, that it's easy for those familiar with the mythology to relate to Hermes, the messenger of the Greek gods."

"However, this does not mean that this bar has anything to do with the bride's disappearance." Ursula spoke for Mr. Lisbon first.

"There's really only one place where I'm absolutely sure there's a connection, and that's their bartender."

"What's wrong with the bartender?" Al Mannay was puzzled. The two of them sat in front of the bar for a long time, and the bartender was under his sight all the time, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

"His clothes are more interesting than other shop assistants. Of course, the most interesting thing is the wine cabinet behind him, with four cabinets engraved with four elements."

"No, I didn't see any patterns of water and fire." The half-sea monster asked again.

"The scepter, the chalice, the sword and the coin" Ursula "That's enough to represent it, and don't you think his shaker is a bit strange?"

The two men shook their heads.

Ursula sighed: "Forget it, Mr. Mannay, Mr. Lisbon, haven't you been to other ugly bars?"

"I've been there, so to speak." Mr. Lisbon began to desperately recall the bartender's tools when he was on tour in Ugly Country.

"Ah, I remembered. His shaker is longer. More like an hourglass than a glass. There are two sticks twisting around it"

"Think about it again, what is that distorted strip?" Ursula described her forehead because of this.

"It's a snake!" the half-sea monster said suddenly. "Two intertwined snakes. Since I've been sensitive to scaled creatures lately, I noticed."

Ursula gave him an appreciative look, which made him fall back flattered.

"And the magician in the Tarot card refers to Hermes." Ursula looked around at the men present, and then suddenly smiled mischievously, "Of course, these are just auxiliary clues. The real clue is ..."

"We found out that the behind-the-scenes owner of the bar and the perfume shop is the same person. The registered name left by this shrewd businessman is actually the vanguard of our anti-health movement—Sir John Green. What do you think is a coincidence?" Little Holmes Take Ursula's words and go on.

"The scepter of Hermes, which symbolizes medicine, has been played by fools." Ursula complained in a low voice. Only the two half-humans who were closest to her heard this sentence. , looked at each other silently.

"But what does this prove?"

Mr. Lisbon was even more confused after this series of popular science knowledge about mythology.

"Does Mary's amnesia have anything to do with this? I know that her disappearance is because of a tarot card. But even if Sir Green opened a Tarot-related shop, what does it have to do with Mary?"

"You mean relationship?"

Sherlock Holmes finally spoke after listening to the boys quietly, "Mr. Lisbon, do you think that all grooms are regulars at bars, and all brides have custom-made perfumes in perfume shops. Is this enough?"