Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula dragged Mr. Judge and fled hundreds of meters away until Holmes, who was leading the way, stopped and gestured to her.She just let go of her coat and half of it was ripped off. Mr. George Wade was in a state of extreme embarrassment.

"You! You? Miss Watson?" The young judge was still in great shock, and hadn't completely recovered from the chaos beyond common sense just now.So, with a sluggish brain, he blurted out a sentence that was quite rude to the lady. "Your strength is too great!"

Ursula looked at her hands, then at Mr. Judge's back, coughed dryly, and turned her head away.

Judge George pulled his crumpled coat, trying to calm his heart with the action of straightening his clothes.But then, he found that no matter how he wore it, there was always the illusion of being pulled hard on his back.

Mr. Judge, who was somewhat obsessive about the neatness of his clothes, sighed, and simply took off his coat and put it on his arm.

Now, the poor Mr. Judge discovered the source of that weird pull.I saw a bump the size of a fist was pulled out from the back of my coat, and the fibers of the fabric were deformed.

He looked at the innocent Miss Witch with a distorted expression, and silently swallowed what he wanted to say while he was sober.

Afterwards, Mr. Judge looked at his hands and suddenly realized that something was wrong in this world.

"Wait a minute, why can I see so clearly, why is it daylight!" He looked at the exceptionally clear palm prints in his field of vision, only to realize that they were obviously far away from the area with street lights, but the ambient light became brighter .

"Of course it's because these plants are glowing." Little Holmes stood beside Ursula and looked at Mr. Judge.I don't know if it's an illusion, Mr. Judge always feels that these two people seem to be more like luminous bodies than the golden hedge that is said to be the light source, especially their eyes, the color of the pupils has become extremely shallow, extremely...

"Ah, I forgot to say that!" Ursula urged, clapping her hands and lightly touching little Holmes with her shoulder. "Hurry up, tell me this time, just the sentence that must have a sense of ritual in that legend."

The young detective looked connivingly at the girl with an expectant expression, and turned to Mr. Judge.

"Welcome to Goblin Land, George Wade." He smiled and curved his unusually bright light silver eyes.

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"I'm so hungry." Ursula sighed, leaning against the hedgerow. "Why is reality as outrageous as fiction? The case is always at the moment of dinner, so that people can't enjoy the fun of food in peace."

"Probably because prey in a hungry state are easier to catch." Eric Holmes glanced at the judge who was suddenly full of vigilance and carefully looked at the two of them, smiled and pointed out.

"And this principle of nature is not only applicable to human beings... cases caused by love and hatred, it also applies here..."

"Excuse me." Mr. Judge finally couldn't help hearing this, and he interrupted Holmes. "Eric, what position did you put yourself in in the passage just now? Where do you stand, is it outside of human beings?"

"In the middle." Ursula answered suddenly, and then hurriedly waved at the two men. "I'm talking nonsense, please ignore me."

It really wasn't her fault for answering, Ursula looked up.Who told little Sherlock Holmes to mention that he is a fox, plus the very familiar "Which side are you standing on", made her, who has been playing cut videos with God Sharalang for many years in her previous life, instantly think of that song, "cp" The classic bgm "Fox Fairy" that always comes after doing too much.

"I'm standing on that narrow road full of thorns and bushes along the way." Eric Holmes smiled at Ursula, who was covering her mouth, and said seriously to Judge George. (Quoted from "Thomas the Troubadour")

Judge George, who has studied literature as an elective, has dabbled in many unpopular poems, feels that the description of this sentence is very familiar. "Eric, are you saying that you chose to stand on the side of justice? This answer is too cunning."

"That's right, not only that, but also too incomprehensible." A female voice accompanied by the ringing of a fine silver bell. "He's not interested in my beautiful territory at all, tsk, the rational faction among human beings is just so boring."

Mr. Judge looked at Ursula who was standing in front of him, still covered his mouth with one hand, shrugged his shoulders to show that he was not speaking, and his body froze again.

He turned his head slowly, looking behind him.

A woman in a grass-green silk dress stood there, without the rustle of sawdust on the ground as a reminder from any normal visitor.She just appeared out of nowhere, calmly smiling at the empty spot just a few seconds ago.

Noticing the judge's gaze, she moved slightly, followed by the sound of countless small bells.

Not human! Stay away, stay away!

Every cell in Judge George cried out to him.The ringing got louder and louder into his head, and he couldn't hear other outside sounds.

In this sudden and severe tinnitus, he suddenly realized the ridiculousness of the question he had just asked little Holmes.If the other party is really non-human, how can he bargain with this world where he is completely vulnerable.

The judge covered his ears. He felt that he should have heard the little blood in the eardrum, the sound of boiling in the capillaries, gurgling, gurgling...

Is he dying?Judge George looked in front of him, because the sound of the bells in his ear gradually changed into the shriek of the goblin, and he thought of the gradually fragmented world stimulated by sympathy.

"The hostess of the demon cave, good evening."

Little Holmes took a step forward, stood in front of Judge George, and gently nudged him towards Ursula as he passed by.

"I'm sorry." Miss Witch glanced at Mr. Judge who was shaken by the sound of the banshee's bell, apologized, and pulled the surviving tie of Mr. Judge forcefully, forcing him to bend down.

In the next step, she let go of the opponent, freed her hands, and gently patted the sides of the opponent's temples.

"Okay, are you still feeling bad?" Ursula looked up at Judge George who was rubbing his temples and straightened up.

"Uh, all right. Thank you, Miss Watson." Mr. Judge, whose world suddenly became normal and quiet again, let out a long sigh of relief, and then focused his attention on little Holmes worriedly. "Eric, he..."

"Shh." Ursula narrowed her eyes and gestured to him, then looked at the two "people" who were facing each other.

Little Sherlock Holmes bowed slightly and smiled at the banshee. "What made you come to this place of reflection in this worldly labyrinth on this moonless night?"

"Of course my soon-to-be-ripe apples were stolen again."

The beautiful goblin lady didn't pay attention to their small actions to protect the judge, but said rather grumpily. "Mr. Detective, your work efficiency is too low, this is already a second soul."

"Your apple? You mean the dead painter?" Little Holmes thought for a while. "So, you have already been to the scene of the crime."

"Yes. My poor client also brought some clues to your lost detective." She threw something to Eric in the air.

"A ring?" Young Holmes caught it, looked it over carefully, and frowned. "You didn't pick it from the dead man's hand, did you? That's not okay, ma'am. It's destroying the first scene."

"You guessed it wrong now, detective." The goblin lady said proudly.

"Oh?" Eric raised an eyebrow. "Appreciate further details."

"I...was taken from the murderer."

"What? She knows who the murderer is?" whispered the Judge to Ursula. "Then can't we just tell Scotland Yard directly and let the other party cross-examine the other party?"

"Well..." Ursula smiled dryly. "What the goblin lady said may have a different meaning from what we said."

"What's the difference?"

"For example, the original ring is not here, it's just a fictitious thing." Eric turned his head slightly and explained to him. "This is the ability of fairies who are immersed in art-fiction, and copy the real things they have seen in the fairy land using ether particles."

"And beautification..." Ursula leaned over, looked at the seamless outline of the ring, and complained to the banshee. "Can you control your instincts, don't engage in secondary design, how can a signet ring be so seamless."

"Then I can't control it, my dear." Compared with little Sherlock Holmes, the goblin lady's attitude towards Ursula, who just had a drink not long ago and can bring artistic inspiration, is much more gentle and gentle. "Let these fools go, how about you go to my house and have a cup of tea with me?" She narrowed her emerald green eyes and said.

"The spring is only good for a week," said Ursula flatly. "So you don't have to think about abducting me to join your art troupe."

"It's a pity, but I have a very beautiful satin skirt that can be used as a uniform for you~" the banshee said regretfully, stretched out her hand and pulled it into the air, and a tall white horse with complete harness followed this movement from the void. revealed.

She got on her horse and looked down at little Sherlock Holmes condescendingly, with the typical arrogance of a goblin lord in her tone.

"Please find my soul as soon as possible, detective."

Immediately afterwards, just like the time in the theater, she steered the white horse a few steps forward and disappeared into the invisible passage.

"..." Judge George, who watched the miraculous scene, was stunned for a while before recovering his voice. "Why don't we let the goblin lady lead the way?"

This sentence caused Ursula and Eric, who had been observing the ring head to head, to laugh.

"How about I give you a charm to keep you safe in the land of elves forever?" Ursula said to him instead of answering the judge's question after laughing.

"Ah, thank you very much." Judge George said blankly.

Then listen carefully, please keep in mind when you are in every day and night, when every new moon is born, and in every land filled with monster mist..." Ursula said seriously.

"Never, never make demands on goblins before you know what they are asking for."

In this strange labyrinth that Mr. Judge probably will never forget, the girl with golden eyes said so.

"What about agreeing to the request?"

The clever Judge George immediately understood the meaning of Miss Witch's words. He touched his ears that were no longer ringing in fear, and then asked another question: "I just heard you talking to that fairy lady, Eric promised to help her find some soul."

"Ah, this..." Ursula glanced at the half-elf gentleman with an unsuccessful criminal record, and said sympathetically. "That's even worse.

"After all, whether it's playing pranks or being helpful, it's the human beings who the goblins are plotting all the time."

"So it is!"

After hearing Ursula's heartfelt words, little Holmes suddenly laughed.

He tossed the imaginary ring high, and then held it in the air, as if catching the jumping and shining inspiration starlight in the unique thinking palace of Sherlock Holmes.

"Thank you for your words, Watson. I think I have found the key to the solution of the case."