Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"..." Ursula kept covering her chest and lowered her head, not expressing any opinion.

The young forensic doctor looked at Eric Holmes who finished speaking, didn't pay attention to the girl, but smiled directly at him.

He looked again at Miss Sweetheart who only left him a whirl and didn't let him see any fluctuations in expression, and was amazed in his heart.

"Look what I'm doing." He sighed in disappointment. "Didn't I teach you? At this time, you should go to the lady next to you and talk to the lady next to you. How can you not take advantage of the victory after talking about love?"

"Yes, but not under your watch." Eric kept smiling. "By the way, I want to clarify that my methods of falling in love were not taught by you. After all, if your methods are useful..."

He smiled and rolled his eyes, but his tone was full of sarcasm: "Then you won't be dumped every time before getting engaged."

Um?Ursula raised her gossip tentacles all of a sudden, is there a story?

"Hey, you don't need to add this sentence! Save some face in front of this young lady." The forensic doctor met Ursula's surprised eyes that suddenly raised her head, begged for mercy, and then turned to her with an extremely friendly smile road.

"Ah, I haven't introduced myself yet. Carl Lester, now a forensic doctor, I am eight years older than Eric, and I have known him since he was a naughty kid. Hello, beautiful lady."

"Hello, Ursula Watson." Ursula shook hands with each other.

"Ha, Watson! Oh ~ Miss Watson" Dr. Lester read Ursula's surname, showing the original expression, and he glanced at little Holmes meaningfully.

Ursula instantly understood the meaning of his phrase "Watson". It seemed that she was really a good friend. Even Eric knew about her obsession with "Dr. Watson".

Interrupted by this interesting forensic doctor, Ursula's original entanglements and feelings completely dissipated, and now only curiosity about Eric's childhood anecdotes arises.

"Did you start working as a coroner when you met him?" she asked Dr. Lester.

"No, I was still in college at the time. But Eric would come over in the winter and do experiments with my tutor, and that's how we met."

"I thought his childhood had been in 'Ireland'," Ursula mused. "It seems that the so-called constant is only summer."

The young detective beside him suddenly felt bad, feeling that his old friend was going to do something bad, but he had no position to stop this normal conversation.

Knowing how sensitive Ursula's nerve called doubt is, he chose to keep his mouth shut in order not to complicate things further.

"Ireland? Summer? No, he only spent the summer there before the age of 12, and traveled around for the summer after the age of 12. In my impression, he can say that he hasn't been back for a long time. But you went back this year, didn't you?" , Just last month, you told me in your letter." Dr. Lester thought for a while, then suddenly turned to Eric and said. "I remember who you said you were looking for? Did you find it successfully?"

Hearing this, as Eric expected, Ursula immediately noticed something, and she suddenly became quiet.

"Found it." Little Holmes said with his hand on his forehead. "And, it went very well."

When Ursula heard what he said, she couldn't help raising her eyes to look at Mr. Detective's side face, and found that the other person's expression was unusually calm, with a sense of resignation, and she couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

After a moment of silence, Ursula came alive again, becoming more talkative and smiling brighter.

In conversations with Dr. Lester, Ursula easily learns a lot about Eric's teenage years.

"At that time, he was clearly a bean, but he spoke like an adult... Ah, once we started chatting, the time speeds up." Dr. Lester looked at the gate of the Dinta family's mansion, and stopped. down memory.

At this point, they had already returned to the place where the banquet was held.

"Tsk, I'm going back to the police station to work overtime. I'll see you later, Eric. And the beautiful Miss Watson, I will visit you when I have time." Doctor Lester with a suave posture He beckoned and left with his pockets in his hands.

"A very interesting gentleman," laughed Ursula. "He's handsome, and he's also very funny. By the way, you just said..."

She lowered her voice and asked Eric: "What's the matter with him always being dumped before the engagement, he shouldn't. Judging from the feeling of getting along just now, this gentleman is quite good."

"Ah, this. I don't know if it's because of his physique." Little Holmes looked at Ursula's eyes full of curiosity as usual, lowered his eyes and replied, "He is very easy to start a relationship and easy to develop. To the extent that you can get engaged to the other party. But..."

"Once he plans to propose, all kinds of accidents will happen the day before he takes action. For example, he helped a fallen girl and was misunderstood by his lover, or his lover at the time flirted with other people Eloped, another example..." Little Sherlock Holmes paused for a moment: "His lover suddenly felt that his feelings were false, so he rejected his marriage proposal. Or it was because he gave the girl the most hated flower, or because he didn't know when dancing. Be careful of stepping on each other's feet and getting dumped for such trivial things."

"How many times has this happened," Ursula asked.

"I know 54 times. As for what I don't know, there must be more."

"It's amazing." She exclaimed, the forensic doctor was like a person in a fairy tale who was cursed not to be able to marry. "Is there a reason for that?"

Ursula pointed to the laurel hair crown that she had braided in her hair, and because she was dressed up, she could finally display it openly, and hinted.

"Not at all." Little Holmes carefully observed the girl's expression, and said cautiously: "This is the most amazing thing about him, and even if you use deduction, you can't deduce the reason."

"So you like to be friends with him, right?" Miss Witch smiled. "A friend who is smart, has rich professional knowledge, and is full of unknowns. Your criteria for choosing friends are really specific, Eric."

"..." Hearing these words, little Holmes stopped and looked at the girl.

"When you met me, what did you think of me? Mr. Holmes." Ursula's golden eyes were full of smiles, which were so full that Eric found that he couldn't even reflect his own figure. In her eyes.

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Her tone was a little dangerous.

"I think..." Little Holmes looked at Ursula very seriously for a while before opening his mouth.

"Eric! Come here quickly! We're ready to ask questions." The police officer Lestrade who walked in the front found that Holmes didn't follow him into the house, so he went out to look for him.

"Go and help first, Eric." Attracted by the voice at the same time, Ursula and Little Holmes looked at Mr. Lestrade, who was beckoning desperately.

"Then you..." Little Holmes actually hesitated at this moment.

"I'll wait for you to come back." Miss Witch smiled with an expression that was not friendly at all. She leaned in front of little Holmes and stood on tiptoe.

When the young detective almost thought he would be kissed, the girl leaned on the other's shoulder and blew softly into his ear.Then, he gritted his teeth angrily and said, "After you come back from the case, let's talk about your going to Ireland to find someone!"

"..." Hearing Ursula's tone, little Holmes didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or be more nervous.After all, the other party can still take the initiative to get angry and talk to him, instead of staying away from him directly after discovering the secret.

He could only subconsciously pull the witch into his arms, and then said against her forehead.

"Will you really wait for me?"

"Ah, really, really. Hurry up. I'll give you two hours and finish it quickly. I'm starving to death." Ursula said to him with a blank expression. The guy who overturned the car immediately was really annoying, and he really couldn't relax his guard against little Holmes.

"Eric!" Mr. Lestrade raised his voice when he saw the two young men began to kiss each other.

"I'll be right here, Mr. Lestrade." Eric touched Ursula's forehead lightly, let her go quickly, and ran over.

But Ursula, who was left alone, stood alone at the door of the mansion for a while and muttered: "Sure enough, there are no fateful encounters in this world."

She was in a daze for a long time, and only slowly entered the door under the repeated attention of the maid who was waiting for the guests to come in at the door.

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"Let's ask Miss Bruno first, and then Mr. Dinta..." Mr. Lestrade wrote and drew in his notebook.

"No, put Mr. Dinta's and Mrs. Bertha's inquiries together." Little Holmes interrupted.

"It's not in line with procedure," Inspector Lestrade said.

"But I can guarantee that if you ask Mrs. Bertha alone, you won't be able to ask anything. Of course, Mr. Dinta is the same. They need to confirm with each other what they can reveal, and talking alone will only let them know about some possible and family members. Confidential matters are avoided," said young Holmes.

"Okay, let's go together. Then there is James Bruno, ha! That Viscount Bruno's younger brother is another Bruno. It was the same last time. What's going on with their family? Why are they always rushing to the front line of the crime scene?" ’ complained Mr Lestrade.

"You can put him at the end." Eric looked at the police officer's list of conversations and said. "Talking with him is of no practical use. You can leave it alone. As an alternative, you might consider adding that new eyewitness."

"Or is there really a giant gardener?" Officer Lestrade was still a little bit unconvinced. "I always thought you were kidding me, Eric."

"About this, you can ask the owner of the garden later, it will be very clear. I will never play a prank on you, besides..." Eric laughed, and he changed a more friendly tone Said to the Inspector, "I am no longer a child, Lestrade. No more mischief."

"Hmph." Mr. Inspector raised his chin in disbelief. He could clearly remember the scene of his first meeting with little Sherlock Holmes.

It was a winter day approaching Christmas, and he came to drink tea with Sherlock Holmes.After they got to know each other and became friends, this kind of visiting has become a daily routine.In his free time, he would come to Baker Street every now and then to chat with the two gentlemen here.

This was also the first time he saw Eric Holmes. At that time, he just thought that he was a smart boy, worthy of being a member of the Holmes family.

Later, on the way back, because he suddenly wanted to buy some beer, he took a detour. During this detour, he encountered a robbery that happened in a small alley tens of meters away from the bar.

Because of his duties, he was about to pull out a pistol on the spot to stop the gangsters, but when he was habitually touching the gun pouch on his waist, he remembered that he didn't bring a gun at all because he was wearing a new suit and was visiting friends today. .

Just when he was about to rush up with his bare hands to teach those young punks some lessons, a child's voice suddenly sounded.

"Hi!"

In this dark winter night, that clear and clear boyish voice made him feel shabby.

Lestrade hurriedly lowered his head following the voice, and a familiar little face he had just seen appeared in front of his eyes.

"Eric! Why are you here!" he exclaimed.

"Sherlock asked me to come. He said that today you will definitely take a detour to a bar in the downtown area to buy beer, but you didn't bring a pistol with you in a new suit, and this point happened to be caused by drunks. Time will definitely find you." 14-year-old Eric Holmes said politely: "So, in order to prevent your face from being damaged by ruthless punches, I'm here."

"What can you do to help me here? What is Mr. Holmes thinking? You are still a child, and you are actually asked to travel across half of London at this time." Officer Lestrade said dissatisfied. "You wait here first, I'll take you home after I've dealt with those little bastards."

"There's no need to go, sir." Little Holmes grabbed his arm with one hand, and Lestrade was surprised to find that he had exerted great strength, but he couldn't break free from the young man's hand.

"Look."

Little Holmes snapped his fingers, and there was a sudden crackling sound.

"Firecrackers, I got them from an oriental specialty store." He explained to the detective who was taken aback and thought it was a gang shootout.

Then, Mr. Inspector saw those punks who were also taken aback, suddenly dropped the victim and ran out of the alley.

Coincidentally, they stepped on a puddle of semi-frozen liquid at the entrance of the alley, and their feet slipped one after another. There was a scream.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"What's the situation?" Lestrade asked in surprise, looking at the few gangsters who couldn't get up on the seemingly harmless sack.

"There are only nails in those sacks," said little Holmes flatly.

"Nails?" Lestrade thought for a while, then turned around in surprise and stared at the boy. "How did you know."

For some reason, he suddenly had an incredible vision.

"You put the nails?"

"How is it possible? This is my first time here." Little Holmes said with a smile. "All I did was accidentally pour a glass of water on the ground, and I didn't do anything else. Those nails were recycled by the owner of the blacksmith shop next door, so they were temporarily placed there."

"Well, you can arrest them now." He produced some new handcuffs and handed them to Mr. Inspector. "Remember to search their pockets."

Then he ran away without looking back.

Lestrade had no time to stop him. He scratched his head, looked at the howling prisoners, and decided to deal with them first, and then turn back all the way to see if he could keep up with Eric.

After getting the bloody and bloody prisoners out of the sacks, they handcuffed them.He searched them carefully out of professional habits, and when he saw the items that were searched, he felt a moment of fear.

These guys can be regarded as fully armed. Everyone has at least two new-style pistols with full magazines in their pockets. I don't know where they got them.

He suddenly remembered the last sentence of little Holmes, "Remember to search their pockets."

After borrowing the phone number of a bar not far away and calling his colleagues, a police officer in charge of robbery was pleasantly surprised to recognize that these guns were part of the missing part in the robbery of the gun store goods transported some time ago.

What is even more surprising is that although these prisoners were pierced through their palms by iron nails, they were lucky not to be infected with tetanus.So, after a simple bandage, Tong Tong was sent to prison.

Later, Lestrade met with the boy several times.After getting acquainted with him, he specifically asked Eric if he had ever considered the possibility that the prisoner might be infected and die because of the iron nail.

Of course, his original intention was to let the boy not get involved in such a dangerous thing at such a young age, and to think more about it before acting, but he was shocked by the boy's words again.

Eric, 14, replied: "Because it's just a prank, sir!"

The boy with beautiful silver eyes raised the corners of his mouth and showed a mischievous smile. "A perfect prank doesn't kill people, it just marvels at the coincidence of fate so that justice is done and crime is punished."

Such a coincidence?The Inspector looked at the young Holmes and sighed.

This was the experience of Inspector Lestrade's first encounter with Eric Holmes.

However, this matter still has a little sequelae for Mr. Inspector.That is, although the other party is a junior, in some cases, they will still be inexplicably scared.

For example, when Eric showed that unusually familiar smile again.

Mr. Lestrade looked at the young detective and could only wave his hands helplessly. He resignedly added the word giant gardener to the list, then raised his head and said to his subordinates, "Now, please come in and talk to Miss Bruno."