Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"It's the gentlemen from Scotland Yard." Little Holmes looked at the door knowingly.

"Is there anything I can do?" Ursula asked.

"No, supernatural powers are not considered, on the surface we are just remote onlookers of the event, aren't we?" Little Holmes said. "It's just a normal question."

"Hello, sir... Eric?" The officer-like policeman suddenly revealed surprise in his tone after seeing the person who opened the door.

Ursula was keenly aware that the visitor might be Inspector Lestrade, and she looked over curiously.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect you to be in charge of this case." Little Holmes said with a smile.

"Oh, just in time. You can relax a little bit, you are one of your own." The police officer turned his head and said to his subordinates, apparently heaving a sigh of relief. "The last box, I finally don't have to deal with those difficult nobles."

"Come in and talk, please." Little Holmes stepped aside.

"You can see clearly from this position." As soon as Lestrade entered the door, he walked quickly to the front of the box, opened the curtain, and looked in the direction of the stage.

"Any special clues? Eric." He turned his head and asked expectantly.

"Unfortunately not. I was talking to Ursula at the time and didn't see another scene of the murder."

"Ah, this is...Miss Watson. I heard Dr. Watson say, ah, I haven't congratulated you on your engagement yet, Eric." Only then did Lestrade notice the girl sitting quietly beside her. Many years of criminal investigation career quickly allowed him to determine the identity of the other party based on information.

"Thank you." Eric nodded with a smile.

"I've heard of you for a long time. Mr. Lestrade." Ursula stood up and said hello. She had just been observing this old friend of Mr. Holmes in the original novel.

The police officer is very different from what she imagined. In the modern version of Juan Fu, he is played by an impressive silver-haired old man. Reason, the actor who plays him is not particularly impressive.

Even Ursula, who is a serious fan of Sherlock Holmes, can only vaguely remember that she seems to be wearing a uniform in the play.After all, most of the Sherlock Holmes-related summary posts do not include his stills.

And this Mr. Lestrade in the real world looks very capable and alert. Although he is middle-aged, he is still strong and capable, with no signs of gaining weight.

"Good morning, Miss Watson," Inspector Lestrade said, taking off his hat. "Who would have thought, hahaha. Mr. Holmes could go a step further with Dr. Watson and become an in-law. It's really wonderful... Oh, sorry, I made a slip of the tongue." After the words were out of his mouth, he realized It was inappropriate to tease this little girl who might have a thin skin like this, so I quickly apologized.

"It doesn't matter, you are right. We were also surprised, what a wonderful fate." Ursula said with a smile.

Officer Lestrade was obviously very curious about the situation of the two of them, but after all, he was performing official duties and wanted to maintain the demeanor of the elders.He coughed twice and tried to be serious.

"Mr. Lestrade, I don't quite understand. Isn't this case a well-documented incident? After all, there are so many witnesses. Such a simple murder method, and, I heard that the prisoner confessed on the spot." Little Holmes asked.

"Do you know the aristocratic man who rushed to the stage at the first time?" The police officer looked at Eric meaningfully.

"Viscount Edgar Bruno? We are old acquaintances in a sense." Eric replied with a very ordinary look of hearing the name of an acquaintance, with a hint of appropriate curiosity in his tone: "He What's wrong?"

"Too aggressive," said Inspector Lestrade in a low voice with an inscrutable expression. "I mean everybody knows his reputation, don't they?"

"What reputation?" asked Ursula curiously.

"Oh, this is not suitable for little girls to listen to. Sigh... However, there is no harm in listening to it, after all, the current world is unpredictable." Officer Lestrade hesitated. "However, I'm only here to say that none of their decent-looking noble boys have any good things."

"He is very fond of mingling in the women's circle, and has had close relationships with married ladies. It's not special to be a playboy like an aristocrat, but that guy's face is too good-looking. Speaking of here I'm here to act as an elder, Miss Watson, you'd better avoid dealing with him in social situations, so as not to get into trouble."

"Is that why you say it's Don Juan?" Ursula glanced at Eric.

"Ah, it's Don Juan every time. The description is very appropriate. Those girls are also very obsessed. In the past, there were a few high-status noble ladies who wanted to die for him. But of course, in the end he didn't have any of them." Choose, those girls were either sent abroad by their families after a big incident, or went to a monastery."

"Ha." Ursula winked at little Holmes. This is no ordinary playboy, it's a disaster.

"What you said makes sense. In this kind of love murder case, a guy who has been deeply involved in scandals all year round is so active, no matter how you look at it, it seems strange," Eric responded solemnly, and then he seemed to think of something suddenly.

"By the way, is the murder weapon with you?"

"It's here. It was given to me by that handsome nobleman." Mr. Police Officer shrugged.

"Can I take a look?" Eric asked with a very interested look. "I heard it's a prop dagger?"

"Normally, it's not allowed, and it doesn't comply with the regulations. But since it's you, it's okay to take a look." Officer Lestrade called his subordinates to hand over the evidence bag.

"A well-prepared revenge cut the original prop. Such a small dagger can accurately hit the vital point the first time. The second time it directly cut the opponent's main artery. Tsk tsk tsk, the jealousy ignited by love It's terrible."

Eric Holmes put on his gloves again and picked up the dagger again.

"Well, do you see anything?" Officer Lestrade looked at him from the side.

"No." Eric smiled shyly, and returned the dagger to the young policeman beside him.

"Ah, young man. You are still a long way from studying hard with Mr. Holmes. When we were handling the case, your uncle..."

In the long years, after repeated slaps in the face, Officer Lestrade, who finally evolved into Mr. Holmes' fanboy, talked endlessly about his youth.

Ursula watched, trying not to laugh.Although I feel a little sorry for Officer Lestrade, there is no way. When talking about the other party's young years, the first thing that comes to her mind is the appearance of the police officer in "A Study in Scarlet" dancing around, triumphantly singing against Mr. Holmes.

Even after the empty house case, that is, the current opponent seems reliable and loyal, but in the early appearances, he really took on all the jokes.

"Sir, it's getting late, look..." The subordinate carefully reminded after looking at his watch.

"Ah. What time is it now? Damn, it's this time, I have to go back and write the report. It's going to be all night again tonight." Officer Lestrade looked at the time with his subordinate's hand and complained. "No matter what kind of murderer, he likes to choose to act at night."

Little Holmes laughed. "People who put their souls into the darkness will subconsciously choose the shelter of the night, thinking that the night will cover everything for them."

"But actually kept everything." The police officer laughed. "If some cases in the downtown area happened during the daytime, nothing will be left for you. Those boring idlers and gossip women will visit every corner of the crime scene."

"Ah, I really have to go. See you later, Miss Watson, Eric." After Lestrade finished speaking, he hurriedly left with his subordinates.

"You looked at the dagger again." Ursula looked at little Holmes, who had obviously found something and became radiant. "Looks like something has been gained?"

"The holy power has basically disappeared due to the passage of time. But..." Eric turned his gaze to Ursula's arm.

"Where are your gloves, Ursula?" he asked.

"Here." Miss Witch leaned lazily on the back of the chair, pointing to the poor pair of gloves crumpled up on the empty seat.

Eric picked out the one in his left hand and looked it up.

"Sure enough."

"So what?" Ursula asked curiously.

"The glove he touched also has power left." Little Holmes shook the glove.

"So..." Ursula looked at him puzzled. "In that case, does the other party really have nothing to do with this case?"

"On the contrary, it just proves that there is a relationship."

"Then talk about it while walking, do you want to take a walk?" Ursula suggested after looking at the situation downstairs from a distance.

Because the main character fell, Scotland Yard also came, and now the audience in the whole theater left early.

The adult group was still immersed in the wonderful concert and was not disturbed by the tragedy.The two of them didn't call for a carriage, just like this, in the cool night wind, passed the audience who had become extremely excited because of witnessing the murder, and were discussing fiercely in groups at the entrance of the theater, towards the direction of Baker Street go.

"He's very cautious." Eric slowed down to match Ursula's pace. "I came here specifically to contact you and left some traces for our reference."

"But, he didn't expect you to check that dagger for a second time?" Ursula thought about the variable of this matter, and it turned out to be on Officer Lestrade.

"The energy of the dagger is lost too fast, compared to the gloves that are in contact at the same time." Speaking of this, Eric remembered something unpleasant and wrinkled his nose. The seemingly stable aura was suddenly shattered.

Seeing this scene, Ursula laughed silently. The other party always seemed to be planning everything, and it was easy for people to forget that he was only 19 years old.

She felt inexplicably happy, and suddenly she had a childlike innocence, and ran a few steps quickly, stepping on the long shadows formed by the yellow street lamps unique to this era.

What is surprising is that the shadow that was supposed to move with the movement was actually stepped on her.Several black blob-shaped creatures screamed in terror that ordinary humans could not hear, rolled out of her shadow, and fled writhingly to dark corners where the street lights couldn't reach.

"London is really lively at night." Eric looked at his own shadow and smiled, then tapped the ground lightly with the heel of his leather shoes.Sure enough, a few little black groups who wanted to pretend to be dead were also blown up.

He bent down to grab one casually, and lightly kicked the other frightened little guys into the darkness with the tip of his shoe.

Ursula immediately came over and poked the poor little shadow group.

"But if he doesn't come up to us, there's no need to act like this. That banshee at the top of the Elton tree is so attractive to him?" She was teasing this because the air pollution in London during this period did not show much at all. Moonlight, the malnourished, completely harmless little umbral, started talking to Eric.

"Maybe it's because of beauty." Little Holmes looked down at Miss Witch kneading the little monster with his hands, teasing with a bit of sourness on purpose.

"Hey!"

"Okay, I have a little guess. He may be here to stay." The young detective stuffed the Umbrella into his pocket, then motioned for the Miss Witch to hold him, and then continued walking home.

"Squatting our client?" Ursula squinted. "By the way, do you know when he fell in love with watching Don Juan?"

"Here, that's my job tomorrow. It would be interesting if, after investigation, I find that he started watching the show at the same time as the time when the deceased became the main character." Little Holmes spoke in the familiar way Ursula Way chuckled, with that elf-specific mischievous meaning.

"This kind of interesting thing, how can we not add a mess."