Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Are you gender identity disorder or dual personality?" Ursula discussed scientifically with Mr. Lisbon, whose voice suddenly changed to that of a young lady.She looked at his body vaguely, because the other person was dressed in ancient Greece, so it was easy to determine the external gender.

"What's that?" "Miss" Lisbon, who was showing an evil and villainous smile (in Ursula), was stunned by this word she had never heard before.

"That is to say, uh...how long has this been the case. When did you find out that there is a woman inside you." Ursula probably passed through the brutal and barbaric treatment methods for mental illness in this era in her mind, and changed her mind. A kind of saying asks.

"You think I'm crazy?" He (she) laughed.

"Emmmm, that's not how it's said," Ursula said dryly. "For example, if your gender identity disorder is only psychological, you can't say that you are crazy. I know that this kind of psychological problem is difficult to solve in this day and age, but as long as you persist! After all, you look like you can live for a long time. , as long as it survives 100 years, it can still be saved.”

"Really, you don't know how open Britain will be in more than 100 years!" Ursula swore, thinking about the rotten Chinese dramas she watched in those years.

"Mr. Lisbon, as long as you live, there will be hope!"

"Pfft."

A laugh came from above her head.

"Ah, I'm sorry, you continue to talk. Ahem." Eric Holmes pressed one hand on her shoulder, and put one hand on his mouth, trying to hide his smile.

"Half-elf, are you laughing at me?" "Miss Lisbon" dissatisfiedly moved her eyes to little Holmes. "You are only half-blooded, and you are still a male. How dare you laugh at me with such a distorted and inferior body."

"I'm sorry, but you also look like a male now." Little Holmes smiled back and said lightly. "If only the voice is changed, the gender can be changed."

"Then you can also call me Miss Holmes." He suddenly changed his voice and said in a girlish voice very similar to Ursula.

"Wow." Ursula raised her head in amazement and said with admiration. "As expected of Sherlock Holmes!"

"Wait, why do you worship me in such a strange place?" Little Holmes wrinkled his face, this was the first time he saw the look of admiration in Ursula's eyes, usually this kind The eyes will only go to Sherlock.

"Because, it's really great! I still have to rely on potions, and you can actually change yourself! Please teach me! Teacher!" Ursula raised her head with difficulty, staring at little Holmes, and was greeted by the other party. Press it back.

"Hey! My hairstyle. Well, I don't have a hairstyle now." Ursula protested habitually, and then remembered that her headband had already flown away, and now she was a "ghost" with disheveled hair .

"Shut up, both of you!"

Mr. Lisbon, who had enjoyed the half-sea monster treatment, finally couldn't take it anymore.

"It looks like there's not much we can do today." He finally recovered his male voice.

"Miss Watson, this experiment seems to have really failed." The handsome man sighed regretfully. "It's a pity you don't want to help me."

"But, I still haven't figured out what you're doing all this time?" Ursula twitched. "That Sir, I probably understand that he has a brain problem, and I can't understand girls running and jumping freely now. But what are you asking for? Turning your body into a woman?"

"But you, let's treat it as the real spring water that can turn a man into a girl. But the effect of yours is obviously the soul, or the reverse effect." Miss Witch really can't figure out what kind of mutation this spring water has undergone. Know that changing the soul is much more difficult than changing the physical body.

"Didn't those useless guys in front tell you? Be perfect!"

"Ah, I thought Mrs. Caitlin was talking about virtue." Ursula blinked innocently.

"Hmph." He said in a very provocative tone. "Some stupid people are telling you that women are made of men's ribs. But it's actually the opposite, isn't it? Women in this era obviously don't have ribs, and rely on steel and fish bones to support their bodies."

"Well, I agree with that. A corset is such an abominable thing. But you seem to be that old stubborn accomplice." Ursula pointed it out sharply. "The only thing that is still clamoring about the benefits of wearing a loincloth is, what..."

"Sir John Green," added little Holmes for her, very considerately.

"Ah, yes. Only that guy." Ursula leaned forward a little, and met Mr. Lisbon in front of them. "Tell me, how do you want to clean up."

"Nature tells us that once the only male in some populations dies, the strongest female will mutate into a male." He began to talk to himself, and took a few steps forward while talking. Sulla was very close.

"And the chaotic power of the starting point of the tree of Kabbalah, coupled with the ability of the spring water to transform the negative, can help me achieve this."

"Male?" Ursula curled her lips.

"No, double female. The second soul I planned to regenerate the souls of those brides in the fountain is also female," he lamented. "I didn't expect it to be a man. What went wrong?"

"Did you find the wrong gender?" Ursula felt that this guy's logic was beyond words. "If you want to turn your male soul into a female, shouldn't you find a man to do the experiment?"

"How do you know I didn't try?" he said with a smile.

"what?"

"Is that the one?" Little Holmes said, turning his eyes to the corner.There was a embarrassed figure huddled there.

"As far as I know, the manager of Mrs. Caitlin's perfume shop is Sir John Green himself. The name Mrs. Caitlin is a small poem he wrote in his early years, and it is a synonym for the ideal woman in his dream." Eric He took out a small book with one hand and looked at it by the light of the pool water.

"By the way, this Sir is still single. So, you don't have to worry about how his wife and children will deal with his current situation." Eric added.

"..." Ursula fell silent.

"In this case." She pressed her hand to the hand that had been resting lightly on her shoulder, and gently but firmly moved it away.Then he took a few steps forward, and suddenly approached Mr. Lisbon, looking up at him.

"It's okay for me to help you experiment." She smiled.

"Really? Miss Watson." This was Mr. Lisbon's surprised voice

"Ursula!" was the disapproving voice of young Holmes.

"Eric, calm down. I can let you take a bite first. Ah bah, suck a little more blood. It's still weird. Forget it, anyway, you know what I mean." Ursula stretched her hand back.

"I don't know." Eric said in a flat voice.

"Then let me explain clearly, since you have taken the initiative to accept my blood curse, you might as well do more." Ursula said, turning her head to look at the silver eyes of the half-elf glowing in this environment.

"As long as you establish enough bonds with the blood curse, you can monitor my location and even my health in reverse, can't you?" Ursula narrowed her eyes, raised the healed index finger, and placed it on her lips gently. Swipe it lightly. "Isn't this the purpose of your action just now?"

"Whether the witch's blood is given voluntarily or not, it is a curse~ Mr. Holmes." The golden light rekindled in the witch's eyes. She turned around with her skirt in her hand, approached the young detective, and stretched out her hand again.

"Are you willing to bear the curse, Eric Holmes."

"In this case, I can only say..." Little Holmes smiled helplessly.

"It's sweet, Miss Watson." He took Ursula's right hand, carefully cut a cut with the wind blade, and then leaned forward, gently licking away the few drops of blood that gushed out.

"Enough?" Ursula tilted her head to see him stop.

"It's enough. Counting the previous drop, it's exactly three drops. The number is endless." He cast magic on the wound, causing it to heal, and laughed. "From now on, your material part will be entrusted to me to protect, please give me more advice."

"Ahem, so, can we do the experiment now?" The dancer who was ignored uttered angrily.

"Okay. Can I just jump in?" Ursula looked at the glowing water. "Did you miss the time? Didn't you have to go through the essence of the sun and the moon, and then turn black before you can use it?" She thought about the appearance of the other party taking a bath in the pool water without any scruples and asked.

"It's okay, just start it up again. Use my magic power, your soul is worth my energy." He laughed and walked towards the altar.

"This table?" Eric was distracted at this point, and he had the energy to notice the shape of the lotus table. He looked strange.

"Yes! Yes!" Ursula grabbed his cuff and nodded sharply. "It's a pioneer in the mix-and-match world. I almost miss the Buddha's name."

"Hey, don't play it off anyway." Eric helped Ursula straighten her long black hair.

"Don't worry. I know what's going on now." She smiled smugly. "Please wait for a miracle to happen."

"All right, Miss Watson," cried Mr. Lisbon from the altar.

Just now he injected magic power into the ceiling, turning the fallen tree into black power, pouring down from above, blackening the water in the pool.

"I'm going." Ursula held up her hand.

"Good luck to you." Eric smiled and gave her a high-five, as they usually make an agreement. "I am always with you."

Miss Witch took a deep breath, lifted her long skirt, and stepped on the floating lotus step again.

On the tumbling black pool, as if he had come here at the beginning, he walked towards the altar step by step.