Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

When Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson came back from the concert, they saw that the apartment in Block A next door was still brightly lit.

The two gentlemen looked at each other, and stopped their steps of going back to Block B directly.Under the reception of the concierge, he entered the door smoothly and went directly to the living room on the second floor.

As soon as I climbed the steps, I smelled a pungent spice.

Doctor Watson wondered what the two little guys were up to that night, and opened the living room door before Holmes.A strong spicy and delicious food aroma hit the head and face directly as the door opened.

The poor doctor couldn't adapt for a while, and couldn't help coughing a few times.

"What are you doing at night?" Dr. Watson breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the living room speechlessly.

The two brats raised their heads from the strange steaming pots with their mouths bulging, and with pure and innocent expressions.

"Uncle John, come. Have supper together!" Ursula greeted warmly as she swallowed the sliced ​​beef.

"Sherlock is coming too." Eric followed suit and greeted Mr. Holmes who entered the door later.

"This point? Be careful of indigestion." Dr. Watson shook his head in disapproval and rubbed his nose. "And what are you guys eating? The taste is too irritating, curry? Achoo!"

"Shabu-shabu. The soup in one pot uses some spices and chili peppers. You can eat this non-spicy one." Ursula introduced to Dr. Watson. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm suddenly very hungry. The two of us don't want to eat dry bread, and we don't bother to turn on the stove, so we just cook this and eat it."

"This one is not simple anymore." Mr. Holmes came over and took a sniff.

The detective's sensitive sense of smell immediately discerned that there are at least seven or eight kinds of spices used in this soup base.Especially when he saw the things on the table clearly, he looked at the two metal pots with blue flames with great interest.

"Look at the color of this flame, have you modified the alcohol lamp?" He said in a joking tone: "Look at this posture, if you don't know, you may think you are doing alchemy." centuries also used in occult alchemy)

The guilty Ursula and Eric looked at each other silently.Because it is unrealistic to buy high-purity alcohol in large quantities, they simply gave up adding a coagulant to make solid alcohol by themselves, and used some unnatural means.

It is not exactly the alchemy that Mr. Holmes said.

Blame it on the poor stoves of this day and age, Ursula.Although due to Mr. Mycroft Holmes' deep love for his son, the apartment has been completely renovated.

For example, the closed stove in the kitchen is a new product of the last World Expo, and it is the most advanced stove in this era.However, it is still very troublesome to use.

Even though British food was terrible, Ursula's desire to cook had diminished over the years.

After all, when you find yourself having to fight to cook noodles, of course you're not motivated.However, at this time, she is extremely grateful that she came to a magical England, and she can use her abilities to make herself more comfortable.

Especially after the third day in London, her quality of life has been greatly improved.

Although Mr. Holmes didn't come from the future, he silently took a look at his experimental equipment, which was not much neater than Sherlock's. When he endured two days of always cleaning the room, he had a probing look on his face.

They went out for a walk all night that night, and brought back a few live-in elves to do housework as they had agreed upon when they first met.

The only thing she needs to worry about now is... Mr. Holmes' inscrutable expression every time he comes here to see them.

After all, the well-maintained condition of their apartment is completely out of proportion to the number of helpers. This Mr. Detective has repeatedly praised the maids they hired for their hard work in meaningful tones.

Ursula often wondered privately whether the other party knew already, was a hint that they should put their tails away and be quiet.

However, after she observed Eric, she found that her nephew himself was not restrained by this, and he simply broke the jar.

Ursula reckoned that the honest Dr. Watson in the whole family really thought that they had found a helper who was super quick and could serve 24 hours a day.

"So Lestrade still has doubts about the viscount." Mr. Holmes forked a fish ball and put it on the plate. "However, with his shrewd personality, he would not take the initiative to provoke a nobleman without evidence."

At the dinner table, the two Holmes exchanged information about today's events in the theater.

For this case, even if the emotional dispute behind it is very complicated, Mr. Holmes is not interested in digging deeper.Compared to the emotional entanglements between men and women, the viscount's abnormal behavior is more noticeable.

"That's right. I guess he plans to close the case tonight, and he should be writing the report now." Eric replied, but his eyes stayed elsewhere.

"After all, he was just guessing. By the way, you just said that you have accepted the first commission? Very good, Eric." Mr. Holmes praised, and soon realized that his nephew was absent-minded.

He followed the gaze of the other party, and it really fell on Ursula who was burying her head in fishing for them.

Under the light, the girl's face was translucent.The expression is very serious, obviously he is just picking vegetables, but he looks like he is doing something big.This posture is too cute and cute from the perspective of the elders, let alone in the eyes of young people who regard the girl as their sweetheart and are full of vigor.

He laughed silently, and suddenly tapped the goblet with a fork, making a crisp ding to attract his nephew's attention back: "Eric, can you pour me a glass of water?"

At this time, Ursula just had her hand free, and she took the initiative to take it: "Let me do it."

She took the cup, but found that the weight seemed a bit wrong.

"full?"

"Clearly full," laughed Mr. Holmes, "and almost overflowing."

"Let me do it." Eric reluctantly accepted his uncle's ridicule.With a blank expression on Ursula's face, he took the glass from her hand.

"I'll change Sherlock to something else. Drinking tea and drinking at night is not good for sleep."

"Oh." Ursula realized that the uncle and nephew were playing charades about her.

However, she made up her mind on the first day that she would never participate in the internal communication with the two Sherlock Holmes, lest she doubt her IQ, so she didn't pursue it further.

But Mr. Holmes did not intend to let the other party go. His alert eyes swiveled between the young couple, and he dropped a bomb in a homely tone.

"How do you two plan to marry?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" This was Dr. Watson's throat stuck by a ball.

"This..." This was Ursula's panicked effort.

"It's arranged." This sentence carried the confident tone of Eric Holmes.

Under such circumstances, Ursula forgot to hide the shocked expression on her face, and looked in horror at Eric who was coming with a water bottle.

What's up with you, she screamed like a groundhog inside.Why doesn't this guy deny it every time he encounters this kind of topic.

"However, the premise of everything is to formally meet with Ursula's parents first." Hearing these words, Ursula breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly felt that little Holmes had not completely lost his conscience.

I saw that he made up nonsense seriously: "Father has already communicated with Mr. and Mrs. Watson. Their work in Egypt will continue for a while, so we should still be able to enjoy the once-in-a-lifetime engagement. Don't you, Ursula?"

Eric Holmes winked at Ursula with a smile.

"...Probably so."

In the following time, I don't know the reason, probably because Ursula's expression was too pitiful. During the rest of the supper, no one brought up this topic again.

By the way, there was another small episode. Although Dr. Watson didn't express his opinion throughout the whole process, he was fed up.

"By the way, what is that empty jar for?" Mr. Holmes stopped suddenly just as he was leaving the living room door at the end of the supper time.

He pointed to a large glass bottle, tightly corked, on the mantelpiece.Since the appearance was too plain, it was incompatible with the fantasy decorations with somewhat magical elements on the mantelpiece, and this incongruous note naturally attracted the attention of the great detective.

"It spoils the picture a bit," remarked Mr. Holmes.

"..." Ursula was startled again.It's holding the little umbral that Eric caught from the shadows in front of him.

"The bottom is a bit black, is it dirty?" Sherlock Holmes narrowed his eyes, as if he was planning to turn back and get closer to take a closer look.

"It's dirty." At this time, Eric suddenly took a step forward, just blocking his uncle's view. "I put it away just now, and it used to contain my experimental materials."

"As expected of a nephew." Dr. Watson, who was deeply abused by Sherlock Holmes and pulled out shredded tobacco from his slippers countless times, complained. He patted Ursula's shoulder lightly, and said in a tone of empathy. "Thanks for your hard work."

"Hahahaha..." Ursula could only laugh dryly.

"Really? Then... good night, children." Mr. Holmes didn't know if he really believed Eric's words, anyway, he suddenly gave up the action of checking the bottle, and said goodbye to Dr. Watson neatly.

The two young men lay on the window sill on the second floor, watching the adults enter the next-door Block B.As soon as the door at the side was closed, Ursula ran back quickly, took out the glass bottle, and stuffed it into the back of the cabinet.

"It's really thrilling." She collapsed powerlessly on the sofa. "Actually, every time Sherlock comes here, I'm terrified. I'm afraid he will suddenly say that you two used magic to do housework, something like that. Does he know about your situation?"

"Normally, I don't know." Eric was also a little weak. "After all, I have never heard him mention any supernatural things since I was a child. Even when encountering strange cases, he will always solve them from a scientific point of view. But... Today, it seems that he is deliberately teasing us. , I'm not sure either."

"As expected of Mr. Holmes." Ursula said with emotion.

"In this case, you can also turn to being able to worship." Little Holmes couldn't laugh or cry. "Sure enough, you really like Sherlock."

"It makes me a little jealous... Can I share some of these likes?"

The sofa Ursula was sitting on sank due to the sudden weight, and she clearly felt the warmth of another person close to her.

"No?" Today's Miss Witch still ruthlessly refused.

"It's cruel. Ursula." Eric imitated Ursula's posture and leaned on the sofa with a smile.

"Ehhhh~ Could it be that you really want to share the liking I have for Mr. Holmes?" The girl who was complained thought about it, changed her posture, knelt down on the sofa, and approached the boy pretending to be sad.

"So it's because I've been misunderstanding? Eric's care for me is actually an elder's care."

"Ursula!" cried the young detective, dumbfounded.

"Then... is this kind of liking what you want?" The vile Miss Witch pressed a kiss on the detective's forehead.

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"Good night, my dear little Mr. Holmes."

The light in the living room on the second floor was turned off by Ursula who left with brisk steps.

The room was plunged into darkness.

The night wind blew up the curtains, revealing the sky. At midnight, Venus finally broke through the smog in London and flashed cautiously on the horizon.

The young detective leaned on the sofa quietly and maintained a posture.It also seems to be in meditation, and it seems to be in a daze.It wasn't until the morning star in the sky was covered by clouds again that he slowly raised his hand, put it on his forehead, and laughed softly.

"It's really... an unreserved lady."