Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Eric Holmes was standing in front of the window on the second floor of Block A, 221 Baker Street, watching Ursula and Miss Bruno get into the carriage and left Baker Street before closing the curtains, turning around and looking into the shadows.

"Come out."

The air demon Wigginson came out of the void with a dark face.

"Look at your appearance." Little Holmes glanced at him, and went to change his coat on his own. "I finally found out that I was caught in a trap. It seems that I'm not too stupid."

"That boy from the paladin family!" the demon knight gritted his teeth and said viciously. "Pretending to be a horseman is not bad, a law enforcement officer actually wants to get nothing for nothing."

"..." Little Holmes tied his bow tie, and looked at this guy who had a clear understanding of his dark position speechlessly. "You can't get your own horse back?"

"Yeah, woo woo woo." The demon squatted on the ground with his head in his arms. "He didn't know why he suddenly stopped performing last night, and he even set up a barrier in the stable, so I can't get in."

"So?" Eric put on his hat and was about to go out.The detective still thought about why James Bruno gave up playing with the monster all of a sudden, and came to the conclusion that the crisis of love and friends came so suddenly, disrupting the game plan.He probably felt that the ghost horse had already been obtained anyway, so there was no need for a stupid monster.

"You have to help me! Your Excellency, Master." The stupid demon raised his head, and swooped to hug the trouser leg of little Holmes. "How can a knight be without a horse! What an embarrassment to the master."

"Well. It's quite embarrassing." Eric kicked the other side away expressionlessly, and put his hand on the doorknob. "So, Ursula has decided to let you go, and that will settle the matter."

"When did it happen!" the demon knight asked in shock. "Didn't it be fine a few days ago? And why!"

"Didn't you tell the reason yourself?" Little Sherlock Holmes opened the door, with a smile worse than that of a demon. "Of course it's because of embarrassment~"

With a slap, the door was closed, and only Wigginson was left in the living room. No, it was a demon holding his helmet, and he couldn't help crying loudly.

Obviously, she obviously doesn't want to be enslaved, but why is she so unwilling.Is it because his horse was cheated?No! It's because I was actually kicked away by the opponent, how could this be possible!

He must get back the place from the paladin, and make the woodland witch regret having the idea of ​​exiling him, for sure!

If Ursula were here, she would definitely complain that the other party was just some kind of Stockholm Syndrome or a natural trembling physique, so there was no need to want to get her approval.After all, the first meeting of one person and one goblin is not good, and the separation is at least happy for everyone.

But at this time, she was already on her way to Miss Helena's house, so she couldn't express her opinion.I don't know what kind of strange determination this hapless demon knight ignited under Eric's deliberate induction.

Little Holmes went to Block 221 b next door after fighting a handful of air demons.However, Sherlock Holmes and Watson didn't know what they were busy with these past few days. It was impossible for adults with increasingly chaotic work and rest schedules to get up at this point.

So, as usual, he left a note to Mr. Holmes, and went to today's destination - the theater.

Yes, theater.

Eric did not intend to start by investigating the background of the painter's death, but chose to return to the first crime scene, where the artist's soul loss case began.

Using the certificate of the specially invited investigator obtained from Lestrade with the official seal of Scotland Yard, little Holmes entered the closed theater during the daytime openly.

He looked towards the stage, only to see some opera singers rehearsing the evening repertoire, which was "Don Juan".

This play, which was originally not considered a hit in the opera circle because of its unsuitable plot, became a hit in London because of the murder case, and everyone wanted to see what happened when the male lead was stabbed.

In this era when there were no radios, and gramophones and records were luxury items, the fun of people above the middle class mostly concentrated on activities such as playing cards, reading books and reading newspapers.

And people in the social season can pick up the newspapers that have been delivered to the concierge for a long time at brunch after dancing the mazurka and waltz all night. Of course, there is only sensationalism. Murder is on the front page.

If the deceased was stained with peach color again, no matter how strict the etiquette is, the wife and husband would not be able to help picking up this page of newspaper and savoring it carefully, and of course they would make a sound of moral condemnation.

Some people will put it in their clippings as a collection, so that it can be used as a talk or aftertaste in the future.

Therefore, in the original book, although those clippings of Mr. Holmes exist as collected materials, it is not a strange behavior for others.

After all, newspaper clippings are just a form of entertainment unique to this era.Moreover, this kind of entertainment has been tenaciously popular until the [-]th century. It was not until the popularity of the Internet and the decline of paper media that it really disappeared.

Eric Holmes walked to the front of the stage, found a relatively close seat and sat down, without disturbing the rehearsal of the actors.

Now it happened to be the first act, and he was keenly aware that not only the dead male protagonist had been replaced with the murderer who played Masetto, but the actress who played Elvira was also a new face, a foreigner who was too young... ...perhaps a French girl.

She opened her voice, her voice was loud and beautiful, like a lark flying high in the sky, like a free nightingale in the forest.

"Sounds good, doesn't it?"

A person sat down three seats away from Eric, and he also stared at the actress on the stage: "Who would have thought that her voice became hoarse once, and she couldn't recover, so she would give up this stage. "

"Viscount Bruno is very familiar with this lady?" Little Holmes didn't turn his head to look at the uninvited captain of the paladin, but just took a closer look at the female opera singer.

"When she first debuted, I held her in the field and sent flowers several times." Edgar Bruno, who maintained the Playboy personality during the day, wrote lightly.

"It's really strange that Miss Watson didn't act with you. Is it because you are also suddenly interested in opera singers? If so, I can introduce you to Miss Olivia."

"You're welcome~" The black-haired Viscount of Italian descent winked at the detective flirtatiously.

"After all, she has just been emotionally hurt, and she needs a good man to comfort her." Viscount Bruno did not give up a moment to trip up his rival, and leaned towards little Holmes to instigate him.

"Love hurt?"

Unexpectedly, little Holmes actually showed an expression of interest, but his next words were irrelevant: "Her lover is the dead Don Juan."

"Have you asked the theater staff?" Edgar Bruno looked at his rival in amazement.

"No, it's just a small reasoning." The young detective said in a calmer tone than the other party. "Since she is the lady you have sent flowers to, she should be a very talented opera singer."

"When she debuted, she was called a nightingale from France by some tabloids." Viscount Bruno looked at the detective and said.

In the accompaniment of the dispute on the stage to the love triangle, the two men looked at each other quietly for a while.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"You know how she lost her voice."

They spoke at the same time.

The couple Don Juan and Masetto left the stage in a hurry after taking their positions, and the revenge trio came onto the stage, under the high-spirited song of "May the God of Justice protect the enthusiasm in my heart" sung by the new Miss Nightingale.

The paladin finally put on a straight face.

"It is not for you to know, Mr. Holmes."

"You are right. After all, a paladin who advocates justice actually compromised with the darkness. Of course, a little detective like me should not get involved." Eric smiled.

"You know?" The paladin looked uncertainly at the expression of the self-proclaimed little detective.

"If it's about what your eyes see, then I do know," said little Holmes, still smiling, and hinted. "I met Miss Bruno and Mr. James Bruno last night, and became friends, the kind who talked about everything."

"So it's like this. The two of them have always been eccentric and naive, and they lack friends of the same kind. No wonder." The paladin said clearly. He felt that he had found the reason for Holmes' full confidence. The same half-elf can't hide secrets.

"You guessed it right, I saw that she was taken away because of her marriage contract with the deceased, and now she came back because of the death of the contractor, but..."

"But the souls of the dead are still missing." Little Holmes helped him fill in the hesitation.

"That's right." Mr. Paladin nodded. "I have been watching her rehearsals and performances every day during this period, just to observe the recovery of her voice."

"Using this to judge the condition of the deceased's soul?" Little Holmes laughed. Based on the information Ursula gave him last night, he probably understood the connection between the deceased in these two cases.Mostly in the name of love, they established a contract and used magic to steal the contractor's talent.

Humans always like to make vows when hormones are on the rise. If it is an ordinary world, it is okay, it is just an oath that is bound by human morality.But in this world where there is a land of goblins, an oath is an agreement to the laws of the world.Although human beings will not bind their souls like goblins when they get engaged, the oath agreed between lovers is also a kind of spell that can be used by those who are interested.

I belong to you and you belong to me, but you can't say it easily.

"Have you found the person who contracted with Mr. Lisbon?" Eric said abruptly.

"No." The paladin answered subconsciously.

"Aha!" Little Holmes sighed. "So there have actually been three cases. Dancing, singing and painting."

"Wait, you lied to me?" Edgar Bruno realized that something was wrong. "You don't actually know about that Lisbon thing?"

"Yes, but now I know. Is he still alive? Mr. Sculpture." The young detective smiled, completely ignoring the coldness on the paladin's face, which was almost completely the same as the night work state.

"Dead, he died the night of his arrest."

"What was the cause of death?"

"Suddenly I went crazy and slammed into the wall desperately, the silent kind." Seeing this situation, Mr. Paladin no longer concealed it. "By the time the guards found out, he was out of breath."

"I see," said little Holmes thoughtfully. "Can you give me the autopsy report?"

"Detective, don't push yourself any further." The paladin said coldly.

"You also said that I am a detective. Isn't it good for you to cooperate with detectives to find out the truth?" Little Holmes raised his eyebrows. "How much personal emotion accounts for your reluctance? Tsk tsk tsk, this is not in line with the selfless spirit that the paladin patrols promote to the world in London~"

"I'll send it to you tomorrow." Edgar Bruno said, looking away, and he returned to his lazy playboy state, sitting quite casually.

Seeing the end of the rehearsal, Eric hurried off the stage wearing makeup, and ran towards their nightingale—Miss Olivia, stood up and raised his hat brim to greet the paladin: "Thank you very much, Your Excellency the Viscount .I won't disturb your date with the beauty."

"I should also go to accompany my dear fiancee."

He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a trace of sarcasm, and left the theater in a cool manner amid Viscount Bruno's black face.

"Next, uh." Little Holmes looked at the rarely clear sky in London and thought. "It's time for me to visit Lestrade and treat him to lunch?"

"I just don't know if Ursula has discovered the connection between the deceased and the talent. Miss Bruno's eyes should be more magical than her two brothers?" He looked into the distance and thought.

Ursula looked out of the window knowingly, and then returned her attention to Miss Rosalie's colorful drawings.

After she carefully compared the paintings of the artist lady before and after her eyes got sick, she couldn't help poking Miss Bruno and begged in a low voice: "Sophie, can you help me see if there is any damage on Rosalie's body?" What kind of contract? Like a marriage contract, the one on the magic side? I remember Viscount Bruno said that he can see the relationship between people, and you can too, right?"

"Huh. You mean? Wait a minute, let me see." Miss Bruno replied quietly.She covered her normal eye, used her magic power, and looked at Rosalie who was joking with Miss Helena.

"Oh my God." Miss Bruno only took one look, closed her eyes as if she had been stabbed, took out her handkerchief to wipe away the tears she shed, and said to Ursula excitedly: "You are right, Rosalie is bound by a marriage contract on the magical side. But this is nothing, there are even more terrifying..."

Miss Bruno opened her eyes, which were reddened by some kind of stimulation, and said, "There is actually a tree made of countless golden threads in her eyes!"