Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Ah, you mean... all this is the conspiracy of that knight?" Mr. Lisbon was shocked.

"According to the current situation, the possibility is very high. But we lack evidence, such as how he did it. After all, every bride keeps secret."

"Because they all lost their memory!" Mr. Lisbon said excitedly. "At least Mary does."

"Under modern science, all amnesia has a reason. Drugs, trauma, psychological factors. These ladies are all victims. What we have to do now is to help them find the reason. Bring the perpetrators to justice." Holmes said Mr.

"But. The wind! The wind will know what we are doing!" Mr. Lisbon suddenly became emotional and hugged his head. "They all know what Mary said. The wind is watching her. How can this be done by humans?"

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by that? Did this Miss Mary say it before she disappeared, or after she came back?" Sherlock Holmes interrupted him loudly.

"Before I disappeared." The dancer was taken aback by Holmes's suddenly stern voice, managed to calm down, and replied. "She was a little uneasy before she got engaged. When I went to give her a class, she mentioned once, 'Carl, I think the wind is watching me'"

"Exact words?"

"Yes, exactly!" assured Mr. Lisbon. "I really can't help it. She has finished her class. I don't need me as a dance teacher to see her again. Of course, she should not be familiar with me now. I can only go to the bar to get drunk, and there is nothing I can do for her .” He pulled his long hair painfully.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you very much for providing us with such news." Sherlock Holmes stood up and said to the dancers after pondering for a moment, "It's still early in the morning, if you don't mind, please go to the guest room to rest Bar."

"Well, about Mary." Mr. Lisbon pressed. "I know that your business requires commission fees. Although I have a good income, I don't save much money. I'm a little cash-strapped recently." He said shyly, but immediately added, "But I have a new one soon. After the performance, those performance fees can be paid to you."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lisbon. Someone has already entrusted you first, and I won't accept another entrustment for an event. Please wait quietly. That's right." Mr. Holmes suddenly thought of something again, and turned to Mr. Lisbon and said, " Please keep going to the bar as often as you go back. Let your life go on as usual."

"I understand, you don't want to startle the snake, right?" The dancer nodded understandingly. "I won't say anything."

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"But he's said enough." Ursula complained, lying on the window sill watching the dancer leave in the morning light. "Is it true that no one else in that bar knows his story?"

"After all, Mr. Manner has only known him for a week?" She looked at little Holmes who was reading the newspaper at the dining table.

"It's okay, we didn't want him to keep a secret." The young detective shrugged, and then he looked across from him a little speechlessly.

Sitting there was a half-sea-monster young man who was having breakfast generously.

"Your friends are gone, why are you still here?" Ursula looked at the heroic half-sea monster.

"There is lotus mist! And pineapple!" Al Mannay didn't answer this question, but ate it more happily.As he stuffed it into his mouth, he sighed. "It's different to have elves around."

Speaking of which, only the three of them participated in this breakfast.The adults still had the old habit of waking up late, but Ursula didn't want to get up so early, she kept claiming that daytime light was not good for witches (it wasn't).

But Mr. Lisbon insisted on leaving early, and Ursula, out of courtesy, sent him off.

"You are enjoying your meal here." Ursula yawned, and glared at the half-sea monster. "At this time, we should eat with Miss Alisa."

"She got up late recently. So it's okay, I'll try it with you, and then pack it up and take it home." The other party took another meal bag for himself without any surprise.

"Tsk. You've suddenly gained weight." Ursula folded her arms. "You are wandering around every day now? You are still a half-blood, look at your aunt! A pure siren, everyone starts their own business."

"Uh. I'll review it properly." Mentioning Miss Siren, Al Mannay really bowed his head this time. "However, I feel that you are not very enthusiastic about Mr. Lisbon."

"Huh? How can you tell?" Mr. Holmes put away the newspaper.

"Because this table of breakfast, no matter how you look at it, is of a specification that cannot be seen by ordinary people!" The half-sea monster youth said holding up a fresh coconut.Half of the table was filled with tropical fruits for their breakfast today, and it was quite common for aristocrats to have pineapples on the table. "I still have this common sense. No matter how you look at it, you didn't intend to keep him for breakfast."

"Because he's so handsome!" said Ursula. "The characters are still so affectionate."

"?" Al Mannay had question marks all over his face.

"Eric will be jealous~" Ursula gave him a look that made him understand. "So how could it be possible for him to have breakfast with me again to deepen our relationship."

"Really?" The half siren turned to young Holmes in disbelief.

"Ursula said yes, so it must be." The other party added a few pieces of sugar to the coffee and said lightly.

After taking a sip, he thought of something, took out an envelope and handed it to Miss Witch.

"For you."

"What?" Ursula took it curiously.

It turned out to be an invitation.It is written to Mr. Eric Holmes personally.

Ursula saw that Eric had no intention of personally opening it, so she lazily went to get the letter cutter and tore open the envelope.

"prom?"

"From my father's relationship circle." Although Eric didn't read it, he obviously knew the content inside.

"That's why Sherlock and the others caught us yesterday."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Ursula looked at Eric in surprise, and she shook the invitation. "Why?"

"I sent it to the wrong address. The old courier on this street saw Holmes's words and sent it directly to Sherlock." Eric spread his hands. "Two people came to deliver the letter to us in the afternoon, and it turned out..."

As a result, did you find that the two of them didn't come back at night?Bad luck, Ursula thought vaguely, half sprawled on the table.

Seeing Ursula throwing the invitation aside, little Sherlock Holmes, who did not show the mood of a girl looking forward to the ball at all, thought about it and stood up and moved over.

"May I ask you to be my dancing partner, Miss Watson." He saluted earnestly, and stretched out his hand to meet Ursula's eyes.

Ursula rubbed her eyes sleepily, and put the other hand casually: "Of course. I promised you."

"..."

"What's your expression?" Ursula yawned several times, tears came out, and she half-opened her eyes to look at little Holmes. "Why, unhappy?"

"Of course not, I'm glad you remembered our agreement." Eric smiled.Involuntarily he took the hand that Ursula held in his.

"I'm going to catch up on my sleep." Miss Witch felt that she couldn't hold on any longer. She stood up and wanted to withdraw her hand. When she turned around, she twitched without moving.

She twitched again suspiciously.

The opponent clenched instead.

"Huh?" She looked into Mr. Detective's silver-gray eyes in confusion. "What's this for. You still want to kiss? But I'm sleepy now." Ursula said softly, in a soft tone that she never had when she was sober.

However, when two people who have a marriage contract in name hold hands, well, even if the marriage contract is fake, but this is the first time they receive a prom invitation and still make such a speech that makes a gentleman in the nineteenth century speechless. choke.

"It's all right, go and rest." Little Holmes took a deep breath, and slowly let go of the hands they held.

He did not return to his place, but stood where he was, silently watching Ursula stagger back and forth, yawning and climbing up the stairs without any regrets.

"I feel a little inexplicably unwilling." Eric Holmes couldn't help muttering to himself after the sound of Miss Witch's stumbling footsteps disappeared.

The half siren stared at the back of little Mr. Holmes, shook his head, and showed a rare expression of seeing through everything. Generally speaking, this kind of role should be played by the little Mr. Holmes who was in trouble.

While shaking his head, he rummaged through the fruit basket full of exotic fruits, and then took out an ordinary apple from the bottom, sighed, and bit it down.

"Tsk, Apple, you are indeed the source of confusion for the wise." Mr. Al Mannay, who suddenly became a little wit today, said so.