Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

In the morning, Ursula got up early to do her makeup, and in the mirror, she really had two obvious dark circles.

She put down the powder foundation a little depressed, and gave up applying thick powder to cover up the blue eye socket.Pulling the handbag through the space, he took out a large tin can of cookies with marshmallows inlaid, and ate a few pieces to vent his anger.

Because she has been thinking hard, what did little Holmes discover from the old witch doctor's story, which made her survive the sleepiness and insomnia all night.Ursula sighed softly, wiped the biscuit crumbs off her nightdress, and resigned herself to changing.

She chose a long dark blue coat and wore it with a light blue pinstriped cotton dress.Then, after digging out of the interspatial bag for a long time, he finally found the straw hat decorated with irises of the same color to cover his shining silver laurel crown.

Ursula swears by her witch's instincts, about how Eric Holmes' eyes would always focus on her crown whenever she straightened her blown hair along the way, as if the other party could actually see it. illusion.In addition, the other party's magical sense of smell can actually identify the siren (Ursula actually has reservations about this, because her goblin crown does not respond at all, you must know that when you are at home, a leprechaun passing by will make it flash Non-stop. And this time there is no response at all.) The scientific reasoning game she thought suddenly became strange.

So after adjusting her hairstyle in the vanity mirror, she hesitated, put back her petticoat, and replaced it with a pair of custom-made thin boot pants.From the bag, he took out a pair of small lady's hands and tied them to his trouser legs.Although magic is good, physical defense is simpler and rude.In view of the fact that more and more people are involved in this melon-eating incident, she is a little uneasy.

After putting on a full set of clothes, Ursula nodded with satisfaction to the whiter, weaker, and extremely camouflaged self in the mirror, which was set off by blue.

Ursula walked into the dining room and looked up at the clock which had just reached eight o'clock.

She had thought she would be the first guest.As a result, Eric Holmes was already sitting in a very prominent position with dignity, flipping through the local newspaper and drinking coffee.

"Good morning, Ursula." Young Holmes greeted her very affectionately when she came in. "I think you must have had a good night's sleep last night."

Ursula rolled her eyes unabashedly and sat across from him. "It's already "tomorrow". Please, Mr. Holmes, tell me, poor man who didn't sleep all night, what did you hear from the same story. Oh, and please return the handkerchief." She only thought about it in the middle of the night last night. When he got up, his handkerchief was still in the opponent's pocket.

"Be safe, my friend," Eric Holmes held out a hand, waved his index finger in front of her, and then raised his voice and called after her. "Good morning, Mr. Opal. I didn't expect you to get up so early."

Seeing this, Ursula immediately fell silent. She turned around and looked at the person who came with Little Holmes.

The young folklorist Edward Opal also had an expression of surprise when he saw this scene.Obviously, he didn't expect the unmarried couple to get up so early. He smiled mischievously: "Ah, it's because I looked at the clouds this morning and thought it might rain in the afternoon. So I plan to go to work on site early."

"I was going to leave a note to apologize to you," he added. "But I didn't expect the two of you to be so early. It just so happens that I don't have to miss the appointment. Haha"

"That would be all the better." Little Holmes raised his coffee and gave him a modest respect. "Sit down, Mr. Opal."

It seems your beauty trick isn't working.Eric glanced at Ursula and hinted that, no surprise, she got a light kick under the cover of the tablecloth.

Who is to blame?As a single lady, I could have easily hung out with him and talked to him.Ursula stared back.

However, the moment Edward Opal sat up and raised his head, the two of them immediately sat upright, their eyes narrowed, and it was completely impossible to see that there had been a fierce eyebrow-eye lawsuit just now.

"Have you two already ordered?" Mr. Opal asked.

"No," said Eric Holmes quickly.

"Then I..." Edward Opal picked up the menu, intending to recommend some special dishes to them, but Holmes stopped him.

"Don't be in a hurry to order, Mr. Opal." He said in a serious tone without a smile at all. "I think you didn't avoid us on purpose, you want to leave early?"

"Of course not, you misunderstood, I just said, I just..." Mr. Opal eagerly argued.

"Yes, I think so. You didn't intend to leave early, you just came back from the beach. After all, you still have sand on your leather shoes. But before you try to make up a new reason to explain why you went out in the middle of the night, please first Listen to my little hint." The young Holmes leaned forward and looked into the other's eyes. "Last evening, I heard a very interesting story about a fisherman who escaped from a water-dwelling horse."

Edward Opal's face turned pale instantly.

"Hit the bull's eye!"

Sherlock Holmes lazily withdrew his dart-throwing hand, and continued to sink back into the large armchair in a daze. Without a case, he became listless like a cat full of energy that lost its beloved ball of yarn.

Dr. Watson reluctantly pulled out the dart stuck in the mantelpiece.

"May God bless Mrs. Hudson's nerves," he thought, looking at the fresh wounds on the wall, and then he turned to Sherlock Holmes, who was half-closed, "Old man, this time is far from the last case." It was only a day after the end."

"You mean that trivial matter that is not even a crime?" Holmes did not move. "Tsk, at the beginning of this boring spring, have even criminals fallen into the bewilderment of this beautiful season?"

Seeing his friend's negative look, the doctor made up his mind to find something to divert his attention, so as not to let him idle for a long time in order to find stimulation, and make some messy things to hurt his body.

"If only his nephew came at this time, this damned train breakdown," thought Dr. Watson, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

He cleared his throat and said to Holmes: "My friend, you were talking about the place where they stopped yesterday, and you mentioned the legend of the mermaid. Could you tell me the story of that village?"

"Oh, you mean that fabricated book?" Holmes said to the doctor, opening his eyes slightly.

"Fake book? You mean that old-looking old book you showed me yesterday?" Watson was really surprised.

Seeing his roommate's curious appearance, Holmes sat up with some face.He pushed away a pile of documents on the coffee table, pulled out the book from underneath, and handed it to Watson.

"That's right, a clumsy fraud. It is ineffective in the eyes of collectors in the way books in the cultural relics world are made old, but it is very effective for laymen who are obsessed with mysterious things and will buy amulets. I was in a According to him, a man commissioned him to sell it, and gave him about ten copies. But later he found out that his colleagues had also got the same book." Holmes lit He picked up his pipe, took a puff, and continued. "The same moldy book pages. And the source himself didn't ask for anything, and gave them a lot of promotional money."

"Yes, it's really strange." Dr. Watson listened with relish. "But you are not curious about it, so my dear friend, have you already deduced it?"

"It is true that I have an immature idea. But I still need some clues to support it." Sherlock Holmes sat upright now and rubbed his hands together.

Dr. Watson saw his action and knew that the other party's interest had been aroused, so he pursued the victory and encouraged him: "Can you tell me, Holmes? I'm really curious!"

"No, not now. I still need some information to prove my idea." Holmes shook his head, then stood up. "Originally, I wanted to wait for Eric to hear his experience before making a judgment, but since I mentioned it, I can also use it as a small puzzle game to pass the time."

Then Watson saw his friend pick up the hat on the shelf and make a gesture of going out. He hurriedly asked, "Where are you going? Holmes."

"British Library. I want to borrow some books to match this game. See you tonight, doctor." After speaking, he hurried downstairs.

"That's good, at least our poor wall is temporarily preserved." Dr. Watson stood in front of the window of the living room on the second floor and watched Holmes hail a rental carriage and jumped up, feeling a little depressed. "But why didn't he tell his guess first."

Over there, the uncle, who is also Watson, encountered the same annoying treatment as the niece and slipped away halfway through revealing the puzzle.Here, the young detective also named Sherlock Holmes got the expected reaction.

Ursula looked at Mr. Opal with a bewildered face and suddenly burst into tears.She turned her head to look at Eric Holmes who made a big man cry with a single sentence.What's the matter, a big man cried when he said he was crying.

Holmes, who was watched, was not moved at all, but continued to severely condemn the crying Mr. Opal: "As a scholar who protects and studies cultural relics, you should know what you are doing."

"Sorry, I've been struggling too. But..."

"They're giving too much," Ursula put in suddenly.

"Eh, no, cough, cough, cough." Mr. Opal was choked by her saliva when she interrupted him, and his sobbing was also interrupted.

Eric Holmes watched Ursula frantically covering his mouth with a napkin, and looked at Ursula disapprovingly.

Ursula stuck out her tongue and crossed her fingers around her mouth to show that she was silent.

Mr. Opal finally tidied himself up. He looked at the two sitting opposite him, and resumed his conversation: "They took away the research materials of my father. If I expose them, they will definitely destroy it in order to destroy the evidence .So I dare not act rashly, but I am condemned by my conscience, knowing that they have already disposed of part of the treasure. But I dare not disclose it due to personal reasons."

"The location of the treasure is very secret. You only know the location vaguely, but you can't get in?" Holmes immediately understood.

"Yes, my father's information only has an approximate location and some legends about the treasure, but there is no way to enter the secret room. I don't know how they found the treasure. But according to my daily observations, they did not enter completely .Because all the shipments are small pieces.”

"Are you sure it's the treasure of Hook the Pirate King?" Little Holmes asked.

"It can be confirmed that there is a pattern of iron hooks on one of the silver ornaments they sold. This is Hooker's logo."

Wait a minute, Ursula was stunned again. Although she was a witch, why did Captain Hook still matter.Of course, since they are all wearing Sherlock Holmes, they can't demand too much from the world of comprehensive classics, but isn't the other party a resident of Neverland, who is supposed to live forever?How could it be possible to make a big detour and put the treasure in the world.

She did know the story about the man who escaped from the water-dwelling horse, and she heard it from the old witch doctor yesterday.A fisherman met a water-dwelling horse that came ashore on a moonlit night, and was tempted to ride it. He was taken to the middle of the sea, but because of his bravery, he injured the other party before he tried to drown him. He was thrown into the sea and was passed by One of his ships was saved, left behind as a crew, and returned decades later to tell the story.

"Wait a minute, so the boat in that story is Captain Hook's boat. The fisherman brought back the treasure," thought Ursula. "But something feels wrong. Even if Captain Hook comes true, it still exists in a different dimension. It feels like the boundary has been broken."

As if feeling Ursula's inner entanglement, Eric Holmes suddenly said: "Leaving aside supernatural creatures such as aquatic horses, the pirate king Hook was indeed famous hundreds of years ago, and then suddenly disappeared. No There are few private collectors who keep the gold coins with his logo. It is said that they were left by the other party when they went ashore for supplies. He was the most mysterious pirate of that period. Although some people questioned the authenticity of his existence, there is no doubt that it is true here There is indeed a treasure that bears his mark."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head and looked at Ursula, saying, "Do you understand now?"

No, I don't understand.Ursula raised her forehead, you skipped a long section of reasoning! Even your uncle wouldn’t do that! The fact that you immediately locked onto the treasure as Captain Hook is too weird, it’s more than the reasoning itself!

You have to know that even if you can deduce that the other party is going to be a pirate from various clues that she didn't find, how do you know if you haven't seen any signs on the treasure at all!

Ursula touched the tiara, and began to look at the young Holmes from a new angle.