Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Are you asking for a title?" Eric Holmes looked intently at the girl in his arms, and directly exposed his purpose without raising his head. "But unfortunately, I don't think you are that god."

"Is it because of your body?" The handsome dancer touched his chest. "I think we, people who are closely connected with the other world, should look at the spirit."

"Human? So you still admit that you are human!" Ursula grasped the word sensitively, and immediately broke the spirit of his question.

It's really a shame, but fortunately Eric interrupted herself, she was a little scared.Just now I really called out the name of Hermaphroditus, even if the other party does not see any power in the legend, but once the god descends, Mr. Lisbon will still get the false godhead, which is still not good.

After all, although this god is so weak that even Nymphs can't beat him, he is still Hermes' own son after all.The current situation is that Eric's wind element control is obviously higher than that of Mr. Lisbon, so they can talk in such a calm manner, and it is not necessarily necessary to involve Hermes.

But he is really sure that he is Hermaphroditus alive, Ursula thought looking at the other's proud expression.Whether it's the silhouette of Hermes on the bar sign, or the inside of the perfume shop...

Um?The perfume shop is under the sign of ISIS.Ursula suddenly realized that she asked in doubt.

"Since you think you are him, why does the signboard of the perfume shop say Isis? Not Aphrodite?"

"Of course it's to deceive those stupid women who think that they can get married happily by paying a price." He shrugged. "Although my mother god is noble, she doesn't have a good reputation for marriage. However, it's a pity. I wanted to force you to say that name."

"You are too cautious, Miss Watson. Until your knight came, you still used "he" to refer to that name." He looked at Ursula regretfully.

That would be great.Ursula felt the presence of the person behind her, and made up her mind that she must keep her habit of not easily promising strange people.

"Speaking of which, why do I have to admit you?" Ursula thought for a while, and felt that there was still something wrong with this matter.Because I just discovered that when facing Eric, the other party's questioning was not very positive.

"Of course it's your soul, miss." He laughed. "It's very beautiful, and very interesting. If it's your word spirit, it will definitely let me be recognized by the laws of the world."

Ursula remembered the laurel wreath on her head again. This guy was also a soul bound directly when he touched porcelain, and she pursed her lips.

"Your soul bears the imprint of a place farther and farther away than the other world." With a kind of fanaticism in his ocean-like eyes, he stared at Ursula, as if he wanted to see through her soul, or that she had already See through.

"If it's you, you can definitely succeed."

"Success?" Ursula simply relaxed completely, leaning against Eric's arms who had been silent since she spoke, raising her eyebrows.

After little Holmes caught a drop of her blood by surprise, Ursula was in a state of self-abandonment, making up her mind to ignore the other's behavior, whatever she wanted to do with comfort.

"My experiment. The perfect woman." He glanced at Mrs. Caitlin, who had crawled out of the pool when Ursula and he were fighting magic, and now curled up in a corner of the underground palace in horror, and looked away bored. .

"You transformed the souls of those girls?" Ursula thought of the vaguely masculine image of the two parties she had seen at the ball. "But their souls are not just..."

"That's where it fails," he admits frankly. "Originally we wanted to use this pool of water to create a 'bridal'"

"The 'bride'" Ursula pointed to the withered root of the reverse tree above her head, where the root of the ascending tree was located.

"That's it." Mr. Lisbon suddenly became knowledgable, and he had fought her to the death, but he began to try to coax her: "Don't you want to experience it? A perfect woman will get the most noble and perfect lover."

"Is this how you coax other victims?" Ursula felt Eric's arm tighten, and quickly changed the subject.

"This is wronging me. I just did technical support. The one who really forced them to sign a contract with me is their fiancé, who is about to sign a lifetime vow! Hahahaha." Mr. Lisbon bent down with a smile Waist, his voice suddenly changed at this moment.

Under Ursula's incredulous expression, he spoke in her voice.

"Is it also in line with the meaning of a spiritual bride? (Referring to the kingdom of Kabbalah roots), these men always feel that they are entitled to have a Shekina?" A beautiful female voice came from the dancer's mouth. sent out.

"Although I disdain this, does it prevent me from using them to rescue my soul from this boring body?" He or she blinked mischievously.

"Shekina?" Dr. Watson rarely rolled his eyes after leaving a viscount's mansion. "I really think that it's not enough for the fiancée to be beautiful and rich, and the character must be exactly what he wants."

He and Holmes had just gone to see a viscount who claimed to be the victim.After enduring the opponent's head with nothing but aristocratic aura for an hour.

Finally figured out what was going on in this incident with the grooms who went ferociously to Scotland Yard demanding to find the bride as soon as possible, and then cried and told the inspector horror stories of 'she's not her' when the fiancée returned.

"Oh, the bridal transformation ceremony." Holmes laughed. "Look, Watson. Whenever we think that human beings have entered the age of technology, there will be people like this who will jump out and prove to us that all this is just our fantasy."

"Facts have proved that steam engines and modern medicine alone cannot change and get used to the extremely stubborn thoughts in those little heads of those self-proclaimed superior humans." Holmes commented slightly harshly.

"They seem to have bowed their heads to social change, but they never forget to return to glory, and they can't wait to turn back the time to the Middle Ages."

"Oh, those poor girls," sighed Dr. Watson. "That's the kind of love you get across the ocean."

"Aha, Watson, you are too polite. You actually call this union of interests that take what you want love." Holmes laughed at his friend. "It can only be said that the man was too greedy and screwed up the business."

"Holmes! Your words are too harsh." Dr. Watson shook his head. "We already know that the bar is where the man placed his order, so... where is the so-called transformation ceremony held? And why didn't it work?"

Speaking of this, Dr. Watson couldn't help laughing.His cheerful mood also moved his friend, and Mr. Holmes laughed too.

"I didn't expect that the brides before the transformation were considered considerate, but after the transformation, some brides broke off the engagement and ran away, while the other became extremely strong." Dr. Watson looked at Holmes: "Are they moving?" Shoot yourself in the foot with a stone."

"It's this development that makes this a comedy. But..." Mr. Holmes stopped. "Do you remember that Mr. Lisbon, Watson?"

"Ah, the dancer who liked Miss Mary Norton. Of course I remember. What's the matter?"

"I received a message this morning." Sherlock Holmes had a serious expression. "I've checked all the dance companies in London, and they all say that no one named Carl Lisbon has ever worked in them."

"Actually, I was very surprised when we first met him. He has such an appearance, and he reveals the characteristics of a top dancer everywhere. How could he be a nobody. Although I don't like watching dance dramas very much." Holmes clicked his tongue and said: " In order to update the London data, unfortunately, I memorized the names and general appearances of the new stars in each quarter."

"But there isn't a male dancer who looks like a Michelangelo." Sherlock Holmes glanced at his friend.

"And most importantly, I wrote to Miss Norton's father, who told me the amazing news that his daughter's dance teacher has always been a woman."

"My God, Holmes. So... that Mr. Lisbon." Dr. Watson was dumbfounded.

"A complete liar, Watson." The detective nodded, confirming the doctor's idea.

"So what do we do next. Go find that Lisbon?"

"No, first to an old friend of ours at the newspaper office, and then to Scotland Yard." Holmes patted Watson on the shoulder, and strode forward.

"Scotland Yard, I can understand, but the newspaper?" Watson froze for a moment and quickly followed Holmes. "What are you doing at the newspaper office? Are there other clues over there?"

"No, we are the ones who gave them clues." Holmes smiled mischievously.If Ursula saw this expression, she would definitely yell that Eric and him deserved to be uncles and nephews.

"Us? But isn't this to help the client keep secret?" Dr. Watson asked puzzled. "Are you breaking your own principles, Holmes?"

"Of course not." Sherlock Holmes laughed loudly. "Do you remember who my client is? What request did he make?"

"The father of one of the brides?" answered Dr. Watson. "Ask us to bring to justice the perpetrators of his daughter's torture?"

"That is exactly what we are going to do, Watson," said Holmes meaningfully, shaking a finger. "However, for those privileged classes, in order not to cause Lestrade a headache. It is still necessary to use the power of public opinion a little bit."

Dr. Watson suddenly realized, but then he began to worry.It should be said that since Ursula and Eric became neighbors with them, he has had different happiness troubles every day.

"What about Ursula? Are we really going to wait until tomorrow morning?" Dr. Watson took off his hat, held it in his hand, and squeezed it vigorously.

"Maybe it won't be that late?" Sherlock Holmes looked at the sky. "Why don't we drop by the French restaurant and order a cold meal?"

"Huh? What do you mean? Hey, wait for me, don't go so fast! Holmes!" Dr. Watson quickly unfolded his hat, put it on his head, and chased after him.

"Hahaha, that's not okay, since you want to catch up with dinner, you have to hurry up~ my old man."