Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"The color of blood?"

After hearing Ursula's words, little Holmes hadn't reacted yet, but James Bruno got excited first.

He strode up to the edge of the marble fountain pool, then squatted by the pool and scooped up a handful of water with his hands to get a closer look.

"It's normal water, transparent." He looked it over carefully, then stood up and jumped off the pool platform. "Miss Watson, are you reading it wrong?"

"Maybe?" Ursula covered her eyes uncertainly.The moment the opponent jumped up, the color of the water returned to normal.

"Maybe not."

Little Holmes lightly stroked the plant wall beside him. "You look down again now?"

James Bruno raised his hand in front of the water in bewilderment.

"..." After a while, he raised his head, gritted his teeth and shook his hands. "is blood."

"My God, James." Mr. Dinta hurried forward and handed him the handkerchief.

Judge George also hurried forward.

"Mr. Judge, where are the people behind you?" Ursula asked, looking at the direction they came from while they were scrambling to help James Bruno deal with the hand full of red unknown liquid.

"What about the three gentlemen who are at the end?"

Judge George and Mr. Dinta looked back at the words, and then looked at each other.Only then did they realize that it seemed that they hadn't heard the voice behind them for a long time.

Looking at the empty place, Mr. Judge felt his scalp go numb. He took a deep breath and grabbed James' cuff.

"What's going on here?" There was a slight quiver in his tone. "Is it really a curse?"

The other party didn't respond, but frowned and carefully wiped the blood stains on his five fingers that couldn't be wiped off.

The judge looked at his friend who was particularly disgusted with the red liquid, but there was no timidity on his face.I also looked at Miss Bruno, who was crying because of the dead at the beginning, but she didn't look surprised when she encountered such a strange situation, and suddenly felt a chill in her heart.

He looked at the unmarried couple with some expectation that he didn't know.After all, they were the first to discover the strangeness of the situation here, so they should...

The young judge's gaze first moved to the girl who was snuggled up by her friend's sister.

He found that the girl's body was trembling.

"Miss Watson, you..." He secretly despised himself for being despicable, but he had to say that this normal fear gave him a little comfort.

Mr. Judge took two steps forward, trying to comfort the obviously frightened girl. "Don't be afraid."

"It's so interesting!" The girl suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. It turned out that it wasn't trembling of fear at all, but excitement.

The girl's crisp laughter seemed extraordinarily strange in this weird and dark environment.

The judge took a step back in horror, withdrew his outstretched hand, and looked at the other's fiancé in despair.

Fortunately, Mr. Holmes' expression was calm, but it was not to the extent that it made people feel strange.

No! Judge George hugged his head and squatted down. Thinking about it carefully, his fiancée laughed in this situation. It's not normal for him to have a calm face, okay?

"Relax, George." Mr. Dinta sighed, stepped forward and patted the young man who was beginning to doubt his life. "There are two Brunos here. Don't be afraid."

"What do you mean by that?" Judge George looked up at the only normal person in the room.

"It means that with my strength, my young master, I can take you out of this maze, cowardly baby George." James Bruno, who hadn't cleaned his paws after tossing for a long time, even threw it away and it turned red handkerchief, looking at his panicked friend. "Usually you take care of me, now I take care of you."

"Then the two of you got lost together until the end of the world." Miss Bruno whispered to demolish her brother.

"Hey. Crying bag." James Bruno yelled at his sister dissatisfied.

The siblings began another bickering, and Judge George was at last relieved to hear their mutual taunts that moved him to tears.No more horrible associations that these friends were really some strange creature in disguise.

Ursula stopped laughing too, and quietly raised the corners of her lips to him.

Mr. Judge inexplicably felt that this gloomy atmosphere seemed to be in harmony with Miss Watson.In order not to lose his composure again because of wild thoughts, he moved to James Bruno, who was especially like a little sun at this time.

"Mr. Dinta, you are much calmer than Mr. Judge." Little Holmes looked up at the male owner of the garden. "Except for the reason of family friendship with Bruno's family, you know something, why we suddenly changed places."

He held up a golden boxwood leaf (this kind should be evergreen in temperate maritime climates) and shook it. "There is no such fresh and juicy leaves that are still made of gold in this world."

Next, under everyone's amazed eyes, he put the leaf in his mouth.

"Delicious?" asked Ursula, breaking the silence.

"It's not delicious, but its own botanical medicinal effect has been improved." Eric felt it seriously and replied. He and Ursula looked at each other and thought for a while, so he said. "By the way, Miss Bruno."

"Eh, yes!" Sophie Bruno was startled by the sudden name of the little Sherlock Holmes whom she didn't know well, and she raised her head from Ursula's shoulder.

"Since there are only special personnel left, you can return my fiancée to me." Eric Holmes looked at her. "After all, you have been hanging on her arm, and the other party has exhausted her physical strength. She has not received strict sword training like you, and has an excellent physique."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Miss Watson." The girl who could beat a strong man cried again. "I didn't even realize that I was walking with your strength all the time."

"Yeah." Ursula smiled noncommittally, and the moment the other party let go of his hand, she immediately jumped away and distanced herself from her.

The other party subconsciously wanted to extend his hand to keep him, but he was in vain.

The girl was snatched back into his arms by Eric.

"Well, sure enough you're in this position." The young detective lazily rested his chin on Ursula's shoulder, and then spoke again to the garden master who wisely kept silent on the young man's dispute.

"Let's get down to business, can you please tell me what you know now, Mr. Dinta."

"Will?" The Bruno siblings were distracted by Holmes' words. "Why, there are secrets in this garden that we don't know?"

"I'm not particularly clear either. I just heard something vaguely mentioned by the housekeeper of Bertha's house." Mr. Dinta sighed deeply. "The mysterious gentleman praised the labyrinth for being like the real one. He kindly advised me that if you go in on a moonlit night, you must bring Bertha or someone from Bruno's family with you."

"But because their family has always believed in all kinds of weird things, although I wrote it down, I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, I haven't come in during the day for the past ten years, let alone at night."

"So I think since this happened, there must be no safety issues with Bruno's family." He looked at little Holmes. "After all, they have that particular family... er... 'business'?"

"Oh, you know their family 'business'." Eric smiled. "That would be much more convenient."

"I know a little bit. After all, although my family has no title now, the ancestors also followed His Majesty King Arthur. I really met His Excellency Merlin." Mr. Dinta spread his hands, showing a little pride in his tone.

The judge was the only one who needed to be appeased, Ursula thought for a while, and out of the little guilt she had accidentally frightened him just now, she began to encourage him enthusiastically. "Mr. Wade! You just think we're playing a super fun adventure game. It's like playing pirate treasure hunting as a kid!"

"Your hearts are too big." Although he didn't understand the previous conversation, the judge, who found that his companions were very calm, finally calmed down, and he couldn't help complaining. "Who would treat this kind of maze where monsters rush out at any time as a game?"

"Me?" Ursula tilted her head innocently.

"Me." Eric looked up.

"Me." James Bruno scratched his head. "We used to do this kind of maze terrain in training."

"And then you fail every time because you get lost." Miss Bruno sneered, and then smiled sheepishly at Mr. Judge. "I would also like."

"Don't worry. I said I will take you out safely, George." James Bruno hugged his friend and smiled.

"Ah, so Eric, you and Miss Watson..." Mr. Dinta suddenly realized. "Ha, I should have guessed it earlier. After all, this is the first time James is so enthusiastic about making new friends."

"What should we do now, Eric. Go on or go back the same way." After learning that the other party also has different powers, Mr. Dinta, who was unknowingly affected by Eric Holmes' aura, asked.

"Forward." Little Holmes said firmly. "If the core of this labyrinth is modeled on the Minotaur labyrinth. We will find the truth only where the balls run out."

"So please take it out. It was given to you by Mrs. Bertha before you went out." His sharp eyes looked at Mr. Dinta's bulging trouser pocket.

"Ah, look at my memory." Mr. Dinta remembered now, and he patted his head in frustration, then took out a small ball of wool from his trousers pocket, intending to hand it to little Holmes. "She likes to let people who enter the maze take this."

"Ursula." Eric weighed the mini ball of thread after taking it, smiled knowingly, and handed it to Miss Witch directly. "Burn it."

Ursula paused for a moment, and complied.

So, under the amazed eyes of everyone (mainly the judge and Mr. Dinta), she lightly shook her fingertips, and a small black flame ignited out of thin air.

"A black flame can actually emit light." Mr. Judge murmured.

Ursula would be embarrassed to death by this Mr. Wade who suddenly turned into a spitting mode when he fell into a panic.She pursed her lips and pressed the flames on the mini ball of wool in Eric's palm.

The dark flame silently devoured the thread ball and turned it into a black coal, but didn't let a single spark fall on the young detective's hand.

After a while, the black ball of wool began to form a halo of light from the inside, and the carbonized shell fell to the palm layer by layer, and was flicked away by little Sherlock Holmes.

A golden ball of wool with a smaller circle shows its appearance.

"Introduce to you, this is the wool of the Golden Fleece. One of the best guides in the world."

Eric Holmes smiled and returned the ball of golden wool to Mr. Dinta.

"Come on, Mr. Dinta. You are its master, let it show us the way."

"but I……"

"You can." Little Holmes affirmed.

When a Sherlock Holmes looks at you with that trusting look they have, it's very convincing.

"Okay, I'll try."

Mr. Dinta held the ball of thread tightly, tentatively picked out the end of the thread, and threw it out as in the myth.

The golden thread ball seemed to be turned on by this action. It seemed to come alive. It jumped into the air and spun around, then stopped for a while, as if observing the road conditions.Then it fell to the ground with a snap and rolled in one direction.

"Let's go!" Little Holmes took Ursula's hand and followed quickly. "We have to find the way as soon as possible, and then go back to the world to find the poor painter."