Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"I see what you mean. You think he might have somehow taken away his fiancée's color vision." Young Holmes considered the possibility. "Is your inference based on the impression of him from the girls who participated in the poetry meeting?"

He thought of the girls who hadn't felt the slightest bit of grief over Mr. Kuru's death, which was unusual even if each of them had a unique personality.Familiar people who have a good relationship encounter unexpected disasters. In this era that advocates kindness and gentleness of girls, it is impossible to talk and laugh immediately without psychological burden.

"They really don't like him, because although he always respects women in Mrs. Bertha. But for those little girls who obviously publish poetry collections or picture albums, they are very...aloof? Or subconsciously, they will suppress their creation with words , You can’t do this, it’s too naive, I have experience and so on.”

"Tsk, saying that I have more experience than you is quite offensive to the creator." Little Holmes substituted into the scene, and could empathize with it, no wonder those girls would not like the painter. "It should be more than that, there must be something more annoying to them." He lowered his head and asked Ursula.

"That's right. The reason why Mrs. Bertha often invites him to participate in such art exchanges is that his paintings are indeed charming, and the other reason is that she knows the other party's fiancée, who used to be a talented painter girl." Ursula felt a little tired from standing, and leaned against the door frame with her strength, and then continued to tell Eric what she had heard from the girls she knew well.

"This painter promised Mrs. Bertha that he would use the money from his paintings to take that lady to find a famous doctor. By the way, it is said that his painting style suddenly changed because what happened to his fiancée made him overly sad and then changed sharply. .”

"Sounds like a touching story." Little Holmes said, "But the girls who have been with him don't think so, do they?"

"That's right, they think that if Mr. Painter uses this story to become famous, he will abandon that girl." Ursula recalled what a girl named Laiya who also liked to write poetry said at the party.

"Miss Watson, I don't believe that a guy who secretly mutters that a woman should be an honest husband and raise a child, rather than defile the sanctuary of art, would respect his fiancée who was also a painter."

Ursula repeated the sentence to young Holmes in its entirety, including Miss Leia's expression as she spoke.

"Did she say how she heard it?" Little Holmes stroked his chin with interest in his eyes.

"After a debate meeting with the invited artists, everyone went to the courtyard for afternoon tea. And she found that she accidentally left the parasol in the debate room, and when she went back to get it alone, she heard that the other party was Complaining to another gentleman."

"Ah, then he must have lost the debate," said little Holmes affirmatively.

"How did you guess that?" Ursula looked at him.

"Because there is a kind of person who only finds the reason from the opponent when they fail. The opponent's gender, age, and background will all become targets of attack." The young detective smiled lightly. "I won't be attacked because of my gender, but as a 'smartest young man in London'." He used James Bruno's expression to describe himself.

"Unfortunately, this combination of youth and intelligence is also seen as provocative in the eyes of some people. I am treated so critically as a man, let alone those young girls."

"I thought it wouldn't happen to you." Ursula was slightly moved by Holmes's extremely lovable empathy.

So when I saw his slightly lonely expression now, I couldn't help but raised my hand to touch Mr. Detective's face, wanting to comfort him about the bad things he had encountered.

"It's just that I haven't encountered it face to face." Eric pressed his hand on the back of Ursula's hand, and then gently rubbed her palm with his face.

"This world is like this, but when you soar in the sky, even if you will still be criticized, those jealous people can only look up at you from the ground at that time, and their voices and their interference can no longer touch you gone."

"I hope the person I love can be so free." Little Holmes' eyes were full of smile and...love.

"..." Ursula couldn't help closing her eyes as she watched his face getting closer and closer to her.

"Ahh! Sorry to bother you!"

Because the atmosphere was just right, the two people who almost kissed separated suddenly.

It was Miss Bruno who couldn't bear to go downstairs to look for Miss Witch after seeing that she hadn't returned for a long time.

However, as soon as she entered the living room on the second floor, she encountered such a scene, her face flushed with shame, and she cried out for some reason.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Miss Bruno saw the unmarried couple suddenly bounced away (Ursula, mainly, took several strides back)

"No, well done, Sophie." Ursula put a hand in front of her mouth, with a look of rejoicing, she actually didn't understand why she closed her eyes just now, and she clearly said that she would delay Eric's investigation Expect.

"That's about it. I'm going to rest." Ursula turned her head to look at little Holmes standing at the door of her bedroom, bit her lower lip and said. "Good night, Eric."

Then he turned off the light in the living room, and took Miss Bruno to the outside. When she was about to leave the door, she looked back.

"Good night." The young detective was still leaning against the door frame, because only the bedroom behind him had light, so his expression was completely hidden in the darkness.

"I wish you sweet dreams, my dear Ursula," said little Holmes.

……

This is definitely a curse!

It's Eric Holmes' revenge!

Ursula looked at her slightly blue eyes in the bathroom and thought brokenly.

After receiving his blessing, Ursula didn't have any good dreams at all. Since she fell asleep, little Holmes began to dance in her dreams.The whole night, if it weren't for the illogical switching of various scenes in the dream, and the image of little Sherlock Holmes himself in the dream was also strange, Ursula would have suspected that he had used some kind of magic to enter her dream.

She carefully covered up her dark circles with powder, but the redness under her eyes would not go away for a while.

Under Miss Bruno's early urging, Ursula finally went to the second floor with her for breakfast.

"Good morning, Ursula. Good morning, Miss Bruno." Eric raised his head to greet them, and as usual, he was flipping through the morning paper with his coffee.

Ursula sat down quickly and took a piece of bread and ate it to hide her discomfort. She even forgot to spread the jam, which tasted chewy and almost choked on it.

Little Holmes watched her pick up the cup and took a sip of tea. After waiting for her to swallow it completely, he suddenly said, "So, you dreamed about me?"

slap.

Ursula slammed down her teacup with complete disregard for table manners.

"Please don't say this in front of Miss Bruno!" she said dejectedly. "Mr. Holmes!"

"Yes, my dear Miss Watson."

Eric had already got a satisfactory answer from Ursula's words, although he was furious, but did not deny him at all. He lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper with a smile.

Sophie Bruno vaguely felt that she had caused trouble last night with the girl's unique intuition, so she tried her best to pretend that she didn't exist, and focused all her attention on breakfast.

"Shall we go shopping first today?" Ursula stared at little Holmes for a while, making sure that he was going to read the newspaper seriously, and then turned to Miss Bruno and asked gently.

"This..." Sophie Bruno, who was happy last night because she could walk the road with Ursula, suddenly hesitated. "Before going shopping, can you accompany me to a place to visit someone?"

"Who?" asked Ursula, somewhat surprised.

"Rosalie Hollen, Mr. Kuru's fiancée." Miss Bruno said. "I had a mess of dreams last night, and she was in one of them. I don't know why, but I think I must go and see her, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

"It's really strange, obviously we don't know each other very well, probably because I obviously went out with Mr. Kuru, but I didn't save his guilt?" Miss Bruno said with tears in her eyes again.

Ursula was amused by her physique that shed tears when she was excited. She was obviously a strong girl, but she had scripts with all kinds of configurations that only weak characters could have.

"Then go. Since you've already thought this way, it will always be in your heart if you don't go." Ursula patted the back of her hand. "However, do you know where the other party lives?"

"Well, I can ask Helena." Miss Bruno thought for a while and said, "She and Miss Hollen are friends, so I must know. I can also ask her if the other party likes to be disturbed, so as to avoid our The visit caused her trouble."

"You mean Helena White?" Ursula sat up straight. "The lady who wrote the hymn to your elder brother."

"Yes, that's her." Miss Bruno nodded. "You should have met her. I heard that she said that she really wanted to meet the newcomers who participated in the event that day. It should be Ursula you?"

"Yes, we got to know each other, and we appreciate each other very much. But because of the sudden case, we didn't talk in depth." Ursula exchanged glances with Eric, who raised his head from the newspaper.

"That's great, let's go find her first." Miss Bruno clapped her hands happily.

……

"This is it." Helena White took Ursula and Miss Bruno out of the carriage and came to a house.

"This is?" Ursula looked curiously at this three-story house with ivy climbing on the balcony, located in a neighborhood where the wealthy middle class gathered.

"Rosalie's parents' home. She gave up renting a studio out of her own house after her eye problems, and chose to move back home." Miss Helena said.

Miss Rosalie Holland's mother was at home. Seeing that some girls were visiting her daughter, she received them kindly and took them upstairs to find Rosalie.

The mother babbled as she led the way: "Could you come and play with Rosa more often in the future, chat with her, and let her stop spending time in the studio every day. If you want me to say that her eyes just stay in the room every day The hooded painting broke it, but she just wouldn't listen."

"You mean Miss Rosalie is still painting?" Ursula and Miss Bruno looked at each other and asked Mrs. Holland in surprise.

"But her eyes weren't..."

"Oh, you silly boy, just look at it." Mrs. Hollen sighed and knocked on the door of a room on the third floor. "Rosa! Your friend is here to see you."

"Okay, Mom. Come in!" A girl's voice sounded from behind the door.

After Mrs. Hollen got a response, she opened the door.

Ursula followed, and she was astonished at the sight of the studio just by looking at it.

What a room full of colors!

On the ceiling of the studio is the starry sky where Ursa Major and the Big Dipper can be clearly distinguished. On the west wall is the rosy sunset glow, and on the east wall is the newborn sun. The sky changes gradually from morning to night in this small studio. .

And Rosalie Horan was standing between the painted paintings that gathered the light of the sun, the moon and the stars, with bright yellow paint on her face.She turned slightly sideways from the drawing board, and with her warm brown eyes that had lost their luster, she accurately looked in the direction of the door with her voice.

"Hello!" the girl smiled.