"Huh?" Little Holmes immediately keenly noticed the inaccuracy of Ursula's remark.

He raised his eyebrows, saying sure.

"You know this identity."

"I..." Ursula realized that she had exposed something when she was excited, but she was used to being intimidated by Mr. Sherlock Holmes's daily inscrutability, and she was no longer the former Wuxia Amon!

"Know what?" She looked up innocently at Eric's...that little goatee.

"You know what I'm talking about." Eric lowered his head and chuckled in her ear.

"Huh?" Ursula continued to pretend to be stupid to the end. Taking advantage of the other party's position, she broke free with one hand and pulled Holmes' fake beard.

"Ahhh, don't pull in this direction, Ursula." Eric broke his power in an instant, and grabbed her troubled hand again with a wry smile.

Now Miss Witch can't move again.

The two of them were like a pair of children who hadn't grown up yet, relying on the fact that there was no one on the street at night, they fought childishly, and neither of them let go first.

"Let go of her!"

A bang suddenly exploded on the street.

Ursula and Eric maintained this tangled position, turning their heads at the same time.

A man in tuxedo, holding a cane, was rushing towards them menacingly.

"You hear me, boy, let go of that girl!"

"Hey, it was a misunderstanding."

Eric quickly raised his hand to show his innocence, but unfortunately forgot to change the Yorkshire accent that was too deep in the drama.

"uncle!"

The moment the other party let go, Ursula ran away, heading straight for Dr. Watson.

She hid behind the adults all of a sudden, and made a gloating face at Eric: "Uncle, he said that his name is Escot, he is a plumber, and he wants to meet me."

"This bastard! Wait a minute, what did you just say his name is?" Dr. Watson stopped raising his cane again. As a writer who had written and proofread the name by himself, his Sherlock Holmes tenth-level scholar's DNA Also moved a bit.

Dr. Watson turned sharply to look at his friend.

"Cough, cough, cough." Mr. Holmes, who had been standing not far away watching the play just now, took a silent step back when he saw the fire suddenly burning.

"Ah, Escot." Seeing the old man's reaction, Dr. Watson narrowed his eyes.

With the addition of the light from the lantern in the hand of the porter who was alarmed by the shout, he could barely see the outfit of the bastard who molested his niece.

It's so familiar.

Earlier, he also felt that little Sherlock Holmes had an overly delicate and pretty face and inherited his IQ, but his appearance didn't quite resemble the outline of a paternal line.But now with this outfit, genetics is a wonderful thing.

Eric Holmes's face was covered by the same make-up as before, which made his silver-gray eyes stand out even more.Coupled with the extremely similar height and body shape to Sherlock, he felt in a trance that he had traveled through time and space.

but……

"Escot!" He repeated the name of the common vest of Holmes in a completely different tone from the previous one.He raised the cane again and swung it down.

"Let you lie to the little girl, let you lie to the little girl."

Eric felt the force of raising it high and lowering it gently. After thinking about it, he began to flee with his head in his arms.

From time to time, he intentionally took the knock that was completely weak, and wailed in a low voice.

Under Ursula's shocked gaze, the two chased each other and ran away in the direction of home.

"Sir, miss. Do you need me to call the police for you?" The concierge of that house looked nervously at the scene in front of him.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there is no need." Mr. Holmes suddenly appeared beside Ursula with a sad expression.

He explained to the caretaker, whose hair was disheveled from a startled sleep. "I know him, he is a poor man. Because I fell in love with..." He hesitated to speak, deeply regretful.

"Since he has admitted that he confessed to the wrong person (Ursula: When?), and even though the innocent girl was frightened, he confessed without any resistance. Let him go for once, after all... oh , young man. Love."

"Let's not add any more grief to the poor man." He sighed deeply again, and turned to Ursula, who was sluggish.

"Forgive him too, miss. The girl who also likes to wear blue dresses is... engaged."

The concierge looked like he had eaten a melon, and he didn't know what story he had made up in his head, so he looked sympathetically in the direction Eric and the others left.

"Oh, love." He followed up with a sigh.

Ursula looked at the color of her dress (purple) today, and then looked at Mr. Holmes in shock.

Why are your plays so good? Eric learned from you.

This short dialogue not only established a sentimental image for Eric's identity, but also showed that Ursula was an unrelated passerby who was innocently involved because of wearing a blue dress.Even if the concierge spread some gossip, it has nothing to do with her.

The light at night is dim, and the urban population in this era can eat very little vegetables and fruits, so the per capita night blindness, the concierge can only rely on imagination to construct the image of a girl in a blue skirt.

And because of the subconscious professional caution of Holmes and Watson, Ursula recalled that only Eric's name was called in the audience.

An unnamed fictional blue-skirted teenage girl who falls in love with a young mechanic.

Sure enough, I am still too young and still need to learn.She looked at the face of Mr. Holmes who made up the story without changing his face, and thought deeply.

"Huh? What's the matter, Sherlock?" Ursula followed Mr. Holmes towards home, and within a few steps, the other party stopped suddenly.

"Uh, I always feel..." He cast his gaze towards the corner of the street as if feeling something.

Ursula followed his gaze and saw that Wigginson was crouching there hugging his helmet. He watched the whole scene in this corner, and now he was giggling silly.

The laughter of the demon in the air is actually very piercing, similar to the scream of the extremely fast wind blowing through the canyon.

Fortunately, ordinary people cannot hear this kind of laughter from another dimension.Therefore, in this London night in the nineteenth century, there are still only the sounds of the evening wind blowing through the leaves and the occasional sound of night carriages in the distance, which accompanies the residents to sleep.

Ursula glared at the other party, the black knight's rampant laughter stopped abruptly, and he quietly curled up again and pretended to be dead.

She asked Mr. Holmes cautiously.

"Did you see anything?"

"Nothing, I just feel... just now the wind over there is a little faster than other places? Is it because of the wind?" He looked at the buildings on both sides and thought.

"However, it's back to normal now. Well, it's getting late, let's go back." He stretched out his hand to feel the flow of the air, and without thinking too much about it, he turned to greet Ursula.

Seeing everything, Miss Witch, who knew that the demon knight would indeed move the wind when he laughed, secretly wiped his sweat.

It's so sharp.

Ursula, who started thinking about the ceiling of Mr. Holmes' IQ again, staggered and followed the other party into the door of the apartment in Block 221b, and went directly to the living room on the second floor.

In this most classic living room scene in the history of literature, there are two men who have completely given up image management.

Dr. Watson's cane was casually placed on the coffee table, and he himself leaned on the armchair to catch his breath.

"Hahaha, I haven't exercised so vigorously for a long time."

Little Holmes didn't pant much, after all, as a half-elf, this amount of exercise was nothing at all.However, he was still lying on the other armchair, looking pitifully at Miss Witch who was following behind his uncle, tiptoeing to minimize his presence.

"Ursula!" he shouted deliberately aggrieved, "I'm not a scum--"

"Eric!" Ursula jumped on the young detective before he could finish the deliberately long word.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you." Miss Witch apologized hypocritically.

"It doesn't matter, I know you have me in your heart." Little Holmes replied in an affectionate tone, and took Ursula's hand.

"You two can do it. Remember, don't make an example, and don't play around in the street in the middle of the night." Mr. Holmes taught the hypocritical performance of the two at a glance. "Disturbing the people."

"Yes." The two brats sat in a row, bowing their heads obediently to admit their mistake.

"By the way, Ursula, how did you recognize Eric's outfit?"

Dr. Watson sat up straight. Seeing that Holmes put on a parental posture and made a bad face, he didn't blame the two children too much. Instead, he eased the atmosphere and changed the topic.

"This..." Ursula was a little embarrassed, not knowing how to explain.

"It's not the two of you going out together, is it? This combination?" He looked at Ursula's clothes that didn't look cheap, and Eric in overalls, and couldn't help frowning.

"No, I met him on the street. Because I slept all day today, and now I can't sleep, I just wanted to take a walk in the street, and then I met him." Ursula thought of a suitable reason and said , and then glanced at Dr. Watson's disapproving eyes, and added, "I brought a revolver."

"That's not okay. Don't go out alone at night. If you want to take a walk, ask me to accompany you." Dr. Watson said to her kindly.

"Okay. Not next time." Ursula nodded slightly.

"I went out alone today to investigate the first commission I accepted." Eric also began to explain.

"Anything to gain?" Mr. Holmes turned his gaze.

"Not yet." Eric replied honestly. "The investigation still needs to continue."

"Then work hard!" Mr. Holmes patted his nephew on the shoulder. "And, Ursula."

"Yes!" Ursula shuddered.

"I'm also curious about how you recognized Eric. You probably haven't seen this outfit this morning, counting from the time he went out." Sherlock Holmes looked at the next two children with sharp eyes, and quickly judged I found out the time when my nephew went out, and then made an inference based on Ursula's statement that she had slept all day.

After all, Eric Holmes's make-up skills combined with a little bit of special skills that people don't know are already magical.Sometimes he would be taken aback by the kid's pranks.

"It's... the smell." Ursula blushed under the curious eyes of the two adults, and said hesitatingly.

"You put on perfume when you go out in disguise?" Dr. Watson asked curiously.

"No, no perfume or fragrance is useful." Eric suddenly laughed. "However, this is a little secret of ours. Please allow us to keep it secret."

"Damn, young people's secret." Dr. Watson snorted, glanced at the girl whose face was on fire, and started to chase them away. "Hurry up and go back to rest! You also pay attention to your work and rest, you don't sleep at night at such a young age."

You are not the same as Sherlock.Ursula, who clearly knew that the adults had no social activities tonight, but still returned home late in evening dress, complained silently.

The actors and actresses, big and small, who were not very honest, said good night to each other and dispersed.

"Does it smell good?" Eric Holmes suddenly said with a smile after the two entered his apartment. "The smell of my soul."

"...not bad. But who doesn't like the smell of freshly mowed lawn." Ursula turned away from him. "So, I just like it a little bit. Anyway... where are you going today?"

She quickly changed the subject.

Against their conscience, the two woke up the sleepy elf to boil water and make tea.Then sit comfortably in their own small living room, and exchange those little secrets that cannot be told to their parents.

"The Viscount's home. I wanted to use some means to explore his study." Eric picked up a cup and poured hot tea, and stuffed it into Ursula's hand. "After all, the only breakthrough now is him."

"After all, soul and artist, don't they sound familiar?"

"It sounds very familiar. Isn't the identity of our friend who clamored to transform his soul a dancer?" Ursula held the teacup. "The artist and the soul, with all the elements, were personally arrested by this paladin."

"So did you successfully sneak in?" She asked after looking at the overalls that the other party hadn't changed.

"No." Little Holmes shook his head regretfully. "He actually maintains a professional repair team. Tsk tsk tsk, what a luxury."

"Then..." Ursula was a little worried.

"However, I have brought umbrals with me," said little Holmes with a smile. "Throw that little fellow through the chimney in the study fireplace."

Ursula gave a thumbs up, and only then did she realize that Eric suddenly had the intention of picking up black lumps that day.

"But that little guy can't convey too much information." Ursula thought about the black group with pitifully little magic power. "It's still in a paladin's home, and it's definitely not less guarded than ours."

"The most important thing is, how do we get it back." She rested her chin and looked at little Holmes.

"Well... Wigginson!" Eric shouted towards the window sill.

The demon knight resentfully appeared from the night, pushed open the window, and turned into the house.

"You say."

"In three days' time, please help me bring back a umbral from a paladin captain." Little Holmes said gently.

"Ha! Are you kidding me! That's a paladin, a coward! I still want to stay in London." The demon knight shouted.

"Why, you broke up with your new friend?" Little Holmes calmly glanced at him without getting angry.

"No, bah, no. I have no friends." Wiggins said in a rough voice with a bah.

"Then let me remind you, Ma."

"What horse!" the goblin continued to yell.

Eric knocked on the table, and stared directly at the black knight who was trying to pretend to be stupid with his silver eyes that could see people's hearts.

"Where's your horse? A knightly gentleman who's walked all day on his legs."

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