Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

In the end, Mr. Lestrade still summoned Mr. Dinta and Mrs. Bertha first, after learning about the situation of the "giant" gardener.

In order for the witnesses to maintain peace of mind, they will not be reluctant to answer questions because there are too many people.He decided to hand over the other people's questions to his deputy, and then took his subordinates and followed the master and his wife to the garden hut to meet the gardener.

"Aren't you coming?" Mr. Inspector looked at Eric Holmes.

"At that time, I can just let me have a look at the record. For some reason, the other party may be very afraid of me, so I won't go." Little Holmes shrugged. "

"How about helping me solve the case?" Mr. Lestrade said angrily.He did not in the slightest wish to inquire into why witnesses who had not supposedly met young Holmes at all should be frightened of him.

"I will assist. I shall devote my energies to the case for the next few days," said young Holmes. "I always think that the key to this case should lie outside this banquet."

"Tsk, an enviable Sherlock Holmes intuition." He covered his cheeks again, and Inspector Lestrade, who was already thinking about asking for leave to go to the dentist tomorrow, waved his hand, signaling Eric to leave quickly.

Little Mr. Holmes smiled, and left the study that was requisitioned by the police first.

He gently pushed open the half-closed door of the small reception room, and before he could see the scene inside, a burst of cheerful chatter and laughter first entered his ears.

Eric looked at the place where the laughter came from, and found that more than one girl was laughing. This completely didn't fit the normal reaction of young ladies after encountering such a terrible incident, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"You're back." Ursula immediately noticed the arrival of the other party, and she greeted him with great enthusiasm, as if the angry thing never happened at all. "Can we leave first?"

"Yes, George, James, and Miss Bruno can also leave. Because the two of you had no direct contact with the deceased, Miss Bruno has temporarily ruled out the suspicion." He turned to his new "friend" and said.

"Huh? Where's Judge George?" Little Holmes looked at James Bruno, who was sitting alone among the girls and playing with his autism.

"He just went outside to smoke." James said weakly. "I'm going to call him now."

"Yes, Ursula!" said Mademoiselle Bruno, after a moment's thought. "George lives on the street next to you, ah, I want to be your neighbor too." She said with an envious tone.

"We'll meet again in a few days." Ursula comforted, seeing her reluctance.

"However, that will be the day after tomorrow. I won't see you again until two full alternations of the sun and the moon." Mademoiselle Bruno said, holding Ursula's hand extremely emotionally, and her black eyes began to water again.

"No, it's past midnight now," said Ursula, looking at the clock. "So...see you the day after tomorrow, Sophie~"

After successfully dismissing Miss Bruno by addressing her directly, Ursula stood up and walked to little Holmes who was quietly watching. "Let's go."

"Yeah." Eric looked at Ursula's face and nodded obediently.

At this time Judge George and James Bruno came in from the house. Ursula glanced at his trousers and suddenly invited warmly: "Come with us, Mr. Judge. Sophie said you live in the street next to ours. By the way."

"Ah, that's fine. It's so late, so you don't have to stick to that inexplicable gentleman's demeanor, send Sophie first, and then go back to the opposite direction." James Bruno, who has returned to normal after being autistic, thought about it and took a picture. Touch your friend's shoulder. "George, just go back with Eric and Miss Watson. After all, you are very tired today."

"...Okay then." Judge George agreed after a moment of pondering. "Then I will trouble you. Miss Watson, Mr. Holmes." He looked at Eric.

"You are welcome." Little Holmes made a gesture of invitation.

Eric and Judge George stepped out of Mr. Dinta's mansion first, and waited under the carriage for about 10 minutes before waiting for Ursula who finally said goodbye to Miss Bruno.

The coachman drove the cart in the direction of Baker Street. His technique was very good, and the sound of horseshoes and axles along the way was very rhythmic.This also caused the atmosphere inside the carriage to appear more obviously quiet.

In the end, Judge George was the first to break the eerie silence.

"Are you arguing?" He looked at the unmarried couple sitting across from him, and asked a little nervously.

Eric was about to answer, but Ursula pressed the back of his hand.

"Well, why do you think so?" Miss Witch raised her eyes and smiled. "Could it be that you want us to quarrel?"

"How is this possible, Miss Watson?" Judge George choked on the girl's straightforward words. "Even if James likes you, I won't want to destroy the relationship between you just because I know that you and Mr. Holmes are engaged and want to help your friends."

"Ha." The young detective also laughed after hearing these words. He looked at Judge George seriously, and then said in a tone that could never be called a compliment. "Your consciousness is really high, sir. Thank you, we have a very good relationship."

He took the girl's hand and gently placed it on his lips.

Ursula, too, smiled shyly.

Seeing this scene, Judge George shut his mouth in embarrassment.

After this unfavorable conversation ended hastily, the carriage fell into silence again.It should be Judge George's silence. Ursula and Eric started talking about the couple's small talk head to head, which did not relieve the embarrassment at all.

After going on like this for about ten minutes, the carriage finally arrived at Judge George's house.He jumped out of the carriage, relaxed, and was about to raise his head to say goodbye to the two of them, but when he was about to speak, he found that the other party also got out of the carriage.

"Miss Watson, Mr. Holmes?" Judge George asked in surprise, "Is there anything else you can do? Huh? Why is the carriage gone? Do you want to come into my house?"

"Ah, there is something to do." Ursula turned to Judge George with a smile after the coachman drove away suddenly. "after all……"

She slammed a fireball into the face of the bewildered Mr. Judge, and watched blankly as the fireball ignited the other's hair and then spread to the whole body.

"After all, we were all in the cold all the way. It's really rude to the guests. I have to let you feel warm." Miss Witch's golden eyes were filled with blazing fire.

"Long time no see. You are still the same, always like to sneak around and don't show your face to others, salty fish."

Hearing Ursula's name, Eric's eyes lightened suddenly.He stepped forward, separating her from the burning thing.

"I thought you didn't like to see my face, dear Ursula." The figure in the black flame stretched and shook off the black ash.

When the charcoal ash accumulated more and more under the feet of the figure, the flame also became smaller and finally extinguished.

A leg wearing a boot stepped out of the ashes with a click, stomped his foot, and bounced off the black residue on the sole of the boot.

"Still so grumpy."

The person who had lost his disguise after being burned by the black flame and was not burned at all, first straightened the collar of his shirt, and then raised his head and gave Ursula an extremely flirtatious smile. "I heard you're engaged, so that's not okay."

"This can't be the perfect bride!"

When Ursula heard the word bride, she instantly thought of the lunatic who kidnapped the girl, and she was in a bad mood.

"It really is you." She gritted her teeth. "I'm already in London, and you're haunted."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you misunderstood this." He casually tied up his dark blue long hair, which was not human at first glance. This action was also very similar to that lunatic who pretended to be a god. I don't know who imitated whom.

"Although I still like you very much, this is really an accident. Who would have expected that you, who have always been the most cautious, have learned to find fun in trouble by yourself. You actually played detective games, hahahaha, this is not like you Ah, Ursula, you resisted so much when I asked you to join me in my games."

"Did this guy change you?" He looked at Eric Holmes, who stood guarding in front of Ursula. "Let me see..."

"Ah, black hair." He smiled softly, looking like a big brother Ursula hadn't seen for many years. "Your aesthetics are really the same for ten years. Do you really not consider changing your taste?"

"That's for yourself," said Ursula angrily. "Can't you change your target?"

"That can't be done, unless there is a second soul like yours, but even if there is, I have to compare who is more interesting." He smiled softly, but his tone was still perverted in Ursula's eyes. "Oh, no. There is no need to compare at all, you must be more..."

"Mr. 'Salted Fish'." Eric interrupted him. "Not introducing yourself? To your old friend's fiancé."

"Ah, I was almost rude. Hello, just call me Adonis, Mr. Fiancé without a contract." This Mr. Adonis, whom Ursula mentioned many times and gave him the title of pervert, looked at little Holmes with a smile. , The relationship between the two people was revealed in one sentence.

"Eric Holmes." Eric did not respond to the provocation. "But I think you should know the name. And you have investigated me, judging from your reactions."

"Yeah, yeah. I gotta see who messed up my other little games after abducting my first target."

"Little game." Young Holmes savored the meaning of the word. "So, is this incident also your game?"

"It's the game I'm planning to start."

"That is to say, someone else took the lead before doing anything." Ursula said. "It deserves it."

"Well, since Ursula has said so, I must snatch it back from that thief." He spread his hands helplessly. "Just to keep you from being disappointed."

"..." Ursula ignored him.

"By the way, how did you recognize me? Sure enough, it's because..." Adonis didn't stop talking because of Miss Witch's indifference. He looked at the pile of black ash behind him and asked curiously.

"Of course it's because of the smell, salted fish." Ursula didn't give the other party a chance to indulge himself. "Judge George was originally splashed with a whole glass of whiskey, and he smelled quite strong without changing his clothes. No matter how bad it is, the most obvious smell of tobacco should be the most obvious thing about him after smoking for so long, but it's not like this A nasty fishy smell."

In fact, it was because there was no smell at all, neither the smell of smoke nor alcohol stayed on "Judge George" who came back from smoking outside.

This kind of abnormality made Ursula inexplicably heightened her vigilance. In addition, after her deliberate and bad attitude in the carriage, the other party, uncharacteristically, took the initiative to mention that James Bruno liked her. things.

Ah, that's not Judge George's character at all.Although little Sherlock Holmes was not aware of Ursula's plan, nor did he know about the incident of pouring alcohol, but when she suddenly "spouted" Mr. Judge, he sensed something was wrong and cooperated with the situation.

"Oh, what a heartless girl." The half-human, half-mermaid young man touched his face.

When Ursula was fighting with him, she kept lighting several pinches of flames in the air, resulting in less and less moisture in the air (Little Holmes is still really 'fanning the flames' manipulating the wind element to take away the water element, and then strengthen the flames. )

This kind of environment made his skin gradually dry out, and the originally coquettish tear mole also expanded and turned into scales.Compared with the appearance of little Sherlock Holmes's half-elf blood, the beauty of different styles also looks more and more inhuman.

He looked at the skin on his hands and began to protest due to dryness, sighed, and with some difficulty, summoned a dense fog to wrap himself from the double elemental surround of Ursula and Eric.

"It seems that I am really not welcome, so I can only see you again. My dear Ursula." His figure began to blur. "And Mr. Detective, I look forward to playing games with you next time."

Ursula and Eric didn't stop each other from disappearing. The two quietly watched the thick fog with the smell of sea water completely dissipate before they looked at each other.

"Is Judge George safe?"

"Well, when I left, I told Miss Bruno that he should be in a space crack on the balcony."

After saying this, the two fell silent again.

"Is it me you're looking for?" Ursula sighed, determined to ask him directly.

"Yes." Eric looked directly at her. "But no."

"I didn't realize until I came to London with you that I've found someone," he explained sincerely. "At first, I thought I was returning in vain. After all, before I met you on the train, I had traveled all over Ireland with the gates of the Fairy Township. I couldn't find anyone who met the requirements."

"What request?" Ursula frowned.

"There is a prophetic soul imprinted with time, and an alien star with a crown of light." Little Holmes said calmly. "About this, I knew it was neither too early nor too late. The laurel hair crown did not make me think that you were that person. The time when I started to doubt and confirm it was on the way to the theater that day."

"...Is it because of Wilde that Medea and Salome did it?" Ursula sighed, and it really was her own carelessness.Adonis was right. Ever since she knew that this was a world with Sherlock Holmes, she really showed off a lot, exposed a lot of her nature, and cast out all her suppressed curiosity.

"So. What do you want from me?" Miss Witch stepped forward, wrapped her arms around the young detective's neck, and he lowered his head to touch Ursula's forehead again, just like in Mr. Dinta's mansion Same as the gate.

"Although when I got the laurel crown, I realized that there would be a lot of troubles. After all, this is what the protagonist in the novel has to go through! But this kind of development is still very troublesome, Mr. Holmes .” She read to herself, regardless of whether Eric could understand or not.

"The so-called love of Adonis is to use my special soul to enrich his playing field." Ursula whispered. "What about you, Eric Holmes. If I really agree to be with you, I will make a soul contract."

"And then? What will you do? Mr. Detective, who is also looking for me."