Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

a tree?

Ursula could not see what Miss Bruno saw, and could not tell whether the word "tree" was an adjective or a noun.However, she felt that there were too many trees that appeared during this time, from the crystal tree in the treasure cave of the half-siron, to the small Kabbalistic tree of life imitated by Mr. Crazy Lisbon.

Even if...well.Miss Witch thought bitterly, the common denominator of myths around the world is indeed a tree. It is a very common carrier of magic, not to mention she has a crown of laurel hair on her head. People have been on the magic side for a long time. There are always a few strange trees... No wonder! She was not happy at all that she was forced to accept the whole forest just because she got a branch.

Too coincidental, three cases and three trees, the tree of the first event also appeared in the second event, and the man behind the first event also appeared in these two events, think of Adonis The extent to which the fellow was interested in her laurels, Ursula felt there must be a greater conspiracy behind it.

"Do you want to look through my eyes?" Miss Bruno rubbed her eyes, and carefully asked the Miss Witch who obviously had a wrong expression. "Like a mirror."

"Can you still see it like this?" Ursula thought it was amazing, but she quickly rejected the proposal. "No, your eyes are already hurting."

"It's just that the light is too dazzling." Miss Bruno quickly explained. "It's all gold thread, the shiny kind. I just wasn't prepared for it at first, and I got stabbed by the bright light."

"Is it really all right?" Ursula looked at Sophie Bruno's right eye with some concern.

"Really!" Miss Bruno patted her chest.

"Uh, wait a minute." Ursula thought for a while, avoiding the sight of the two girls chatting opposite, poured some black paint into the water glass, and then stirred it well.She sighed, as a fire element physique, water magic is really troublesome.

"Ursula, are you...?" Miss Bruno looked at the black lump of ice in the teacup and asked in confusion.

"Make a black transparent ice sheet to filter the light for you." Ursula turned the teacup upside down and licked it, but the ice did not fall out, and she began to consider the possibility of trimming the edge with fire.

"Let me do it." Sophie Bruno took the teacup. "I am of the water element." After understanding Ursula's intentions, she quickly made a piece of thin ice that resembled a dark lens.

"You are also a heart (James Bruno once compared it to Ursula at that banquet, his elder brother is spades-earth, and he is hearts-water)." Ursula said a little surprised. "So you three brothers and sisters only have the attribute of His Excellency the Viscount, which is different?"

"The eldest son, or the heir, must be different, right?" Sophie Bruno raised the ice sheet to her eyes, and said in a tone that Ursula hadn't guessed for a while.

"It really is a tree." She re-lighted the magic of her right eye. "Golden tree."

Ursula looked sideways at Miss Bruno's eyes, and from the reflection in the other's eyes, she also saw the golden net. They came from all directions along with the ether in the air, and finally turned into tree roots and gathered at Luo. Sally's lost eyes woven into two miniature little golden trees.

Surrounded by lines that don't know what they symbolize, this lady painter is like a butterfly entangled in a spider's web. Although she can't see whether there are dangerous predators on the other side of the line like a real spider's web, but this The scene is also very weird.

"How can one person have so many contracts related to eyes?" Miss Bruno murmured.

"Although I don't know what happened to the golden line that occupies most of it, but that too abrupt black line should be her engagement with Mr. Kuru." She kept her eyes open, motionless, convenient Ursula looked.

"Half of the golden threads that make up the net are connected to this black thread, making the little golden tree feel a little half-dead?" Ursula looked at the two trees, and in the eyes of Miss Rosalie, who was sure that there was no fluctuation of magic power, there was something The golden tree, whose roots had turned black by one third, frowned.

"If our guess is correct, after the human contractor dies, the thread should disappear, and the stolen color vision should return, but she still hasn't recovered yet." Ursula was puzzled.

"Perhaps more than one person stole her talent?" Miss Bruno said in a breathy voice.

"Ok?"

"You see, under normal circumstances, when the contract is over, the line representing the relationship will disappear. But now it is still there, although it has turned black, but in my magic eyes, it is still absorbing some golden light spots from it. To send to other places, this line has branches."

"Branch? Could it be that the dead guy resold it?" Ursula said disgustedly.

"It is very possible that the mainline contractor died, but since he has signed other contracts with others that will not disappear even if he dies, so..."

Ursula told Mademoiselle Bruno to rest without looking any further, when the gesture of Mademoiselle Painter caught their attention.

At this time, Miss Rosalie seemed to have some inspiration suddenly. She picked up the paintbrush, and in the paint box carefully marked with the name of the color (because Miss Rosalie’s symptom is that although she can barely see things, the world is black and white). After picking it up, I re-adjusted a palette of colors, and then smeared boldly on the canvas.

Ursula came up behind Mademoiselle Rosalie, somewhat surprised to see the picture she was finishing.

"Is this Edgar Bruno?"

"Yes, Helena asked me to paint the portraits to match her poem." The painter painted a touch of gold to cover the black hair of the paladin on the original canvas.

"Miss Helena, are you treating Viscount Bruno?" Ursula looked at him hesitantly.

"Come on, friend. Let's find out about last year's pictures of beautiful men in London." Miss Helena leaned over and stuffed a booklet for Ursula in the tone that Ursula was very familiar with. In her impression, the quiet and gentle face carried...a slightly weird look?In Ursula's cognition, it is the expression of the aunt's smile (?).

"Huh?" Ursula opened the booklet whose cover was designed like a classic literary masterpiece, and saw that the first page was a portrait of a strange young man, quite handsome.There is also a poem praising his appearance and character beside him, and the style of the words in the poem is quite familiar.

"Last year's most beautiful boy married off in last year's social season." Miss Helena said with a smile. "So this year's No.2 Viscount Bruno is on the throne."

Although there is no concept of marriage in the English context, they all use marry, but Ursula inexplicably feels that the other party's tone must be replaced by the Chinese context.This made her wonder for a while whether she should complain about Mr. Paladin's beauty and lose the qualification this year before she can take the position, or if she loses the qualification once she gets married.

"This...you guys made this?" Ursula flipped through the pages, and sure enough, the painting style and writing style were a bit familiar, but they were not the words and sentences she had seen in the special edition of the Poetry Journal of Women Poets.

"Didn't I say at the banquet that I admired your novel very much?" Miss Helena excitedly held Ursula's paw. "Actually, I have an unfeeling request!"

"You join us! This will definitely make this year's illustrated book more popular. You have inspired me a lot! We can add some fictional magical stories." Miss Helena imagined, "For example, Viscount Bruno can be set as A brunette dude during the day, and when the sun goes down, he transforms into a blond knight of justice guarding London at night. The high-end target audience covered by poetry and painting is already saturated! We need to infuse novels, a freshness that is suitable for all ages blood to ensure the spread of the illustrated book!"

It turns out that this is the reason why you said you liked my story earlier.Ursula's black line, she thought about this setting that was almost close to the real situation, then turned her head to look at Miss Bruno with a guilty face: "The idea you gave?"

"It's just an idea." Sophie Bruno, who betrayed her brother, looked at the sky. "Blonde is Helena's own play."

"It's because Viscount Bruno has suddenly changed this year!" Miss Helena shrugged gracefully. "Last year, he still had the feeling that, uh, how should I put it, the name and appearance are very strange. But this year, it suddenly feels like a fit!"

"..." Ursula was silent. Sure enough, Mr. Paladin was full of flaws, from the name to the character design, before she could think about the meaning of Helena's name and appearance.

The other party introduced the characters in other albums to her with great enthusiasm.

The atmosphere was completely distorted, at least in Ursula's eyes, and in the eyes of Miss Helena who thought they were simply visiting Miss Painter, this was the real business. Today was an epic meeting between members of the new project team and other members.

The itinerary that was supposed to seriously investigate Miss Rosalie's situation suddenly became nonsensical because of the exposure of the nature of the girls.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​making this?" Ursula looked at it with relish, and this booklet was no different from the celebrity photo albums of later generations, and it was an extremely literary and high-end oil painting version.

"Because they held a beauty appraisal in the social season the year before last, hmph, it should be said that they secretly evaluate us every year." Miss Helena said in an unhappy tone. "What is this season's number one beauty in the social world, this season's hot lady in the marriage and love market. Those boring male poets and painters also come to join in the fun, using the faces of those girls as templates to create masterpieces handed down from generation to generation."

"It is said that Simonetta Vespucci propped up the sky of the Italian art world in the past, but only Bochcelli and Venus are left behind. It's not that he is embarrassed, but I don't think so. That's all it should be. The past few years have been dominated by Mrs. Lily (the most famous lady in London society these two years) as the subject of their poor paintings and sour poems. Tsk, this is so boring." She lay on her stomach Said on the back of the chair.

"People always say that beautiful girls die young because poets and painters advertise their beauty, and goblins follow them." Ursula raised an eyebrow.

"But men who are praised for their talents don't have this concern. Could it be that elves only like beauty?" Miss Helena laughed. "If that's the case, how could the bard Thomas be taken away by the mistress of the demon cave for seven years?"

"This is the misfortune of girls who are only advertised as beautiful and are stared at by everyone. But then again, since men are so safe." Miss Helena laughed: "For the balance of the gender balance in the art world! We must always give these men the beauty There is also this kind of opportunity to pass on through the ages, so that they can also have the opportunity to meet as for the rough work of creating and leaving their names, let us girls!"

Miss Helena's eyes were full of fighting spirit and enthusiasm: "Let them feel that they have to compete with other men every year and be judged by girls in order to stand out in the social world. While saying that men still have to look at the inside, add Increased the number of visits to the barbershop and the budget for clothing, hahahaha."

After shouting such a sentence full of vigor, she smiled extremely slyly.

"I would like to add that the men's clothing store I invested in has a sharp increase in sales of dresses with dark patterns and other colors since last year."

This routine! What to do, so interesting!

Ursula thought about her property, sincerely grabbed the other party's hand, and shook it: "I want to participate! Please take me to play together."

"Great. Can Mr. Holmes join in? I think he has great potential! If you agree, I can make him the number one." Miss Helena said with great enthusiasm. "After all, this is considered a fashion vane in the men's circle! After being elected, you can let him wear accessories from your industry to attend only men's parties, and those guys who are hard-spoken on the surface will definitely learn from his style."

"Don't underestimate the vanity of men." She said meaningfully.

"It's still possible to operate like this?" Ursula was shocked by this aboveboard and black-box method.

"Because you are already engaged, you must be married next year. He will automatically withdraw from the selection list, and Viscount Bruno will still have a chance next year." Miss Helena ruthlessly re-installed the paladin captain to the No.2 position. "My sister's fiancé, I'm sure we'll be able to meet him. I believe Sophie won't mind her brother's winning the first place a year later, and their family has no business related."

"Hmm." Miss Bruno nodded. "Anyway, Edgar won't be able to find a partner next year. There are plenty of opportunities to be number one."

It seemed really interesting to exclude Mademoiselle Bruno's persecution of her brother! Ursula was shamefully moved.A man needs to spend money to dress himself up, which is no less expensive than a girl. Think about those expensive sneakers and sweaters in her previous life that she would never understand the design aesthetics.

However, the speculation in the latter sentence that you must be married next year still brought back her sanity corrupted by money.

Definitely not going to get married next year! Ursula thought with certainty that having Eric at the top of the list would become a new excuse for him every time he "blackmailed" her.The most important thing is that the job of detective is really not suitable for attracting too much attention.His striking face probably had something to do with the reason Holmes Jr. planned to team up with her to escape the social season.

"I'll talk about this later. It might be a little difficult. I actually came here this time to discuss some serious matters with Miss Rosalie." She resolutely skipped this question and said seriously.

"Do you know that the reason why your eyes have become like this is that Mr. Kuru used some mysterious power to steal your vision through your marriage contract? To be precise, it is color vision." Ursula didn't intend to In this case, he concealed the things on the magical side, and frankly showed his cards to the victim.

Miss Rosalie, who was also smiling when she heard that Miss Helena had successfully lured Ursula into joining her group, slowly put down the paintbrush in her hand and put away her smile.

Ursula had actually been prepared to cry suddenly after she believed it, or to blame herself in disbelief, but the result was unexpected. None of this happened, and the other party was frighteningly calm.

"……I know."

After being silent for a while, Miss Painter said so.

"You know?" Miss Bruno took a few steps up and pressed her shoulder, quite inconceivable. "Did you do it voluntarily, Rosalie!"

"Of course not, I just found out suddenly." Miss Painter said very calmly. "Are you wondering why I'm so calm? It's just because I know that everything is the result of my own doing. After all, under Kuru's rhetoric, I started to indulge in various parties and fun, dropped my paintbrush, and wasted time. When I made a marriage contract with him, I even said such silly things as my soul being delivered to you."

"It's not the victim's fault," Ursula said gravely. "We cannot condemn the naivety of the victims with the calculations of the perpetrators."

"But I still feel ashamed, not because of Kuru's badness, but because of my own infirmity."

"Easily believed in false love, took back the soul that had been sacrificed to the true lover, and forgot the vows made in childhood." Miss Painter covered her eyes and smiled bitterly: "This is punishment, from him."

"True lover?" Ursula looked at her suspiciously.

"Now I only hope that he will not accuse me of treachery, but still lead me to the Holy Spring of the Muse." Miss Rosalie put her hands on her chest and said clearly and solemnly in a classical Latin language.

Ah, Ursula finally understood what the tree in the other's eye was.

Miss Witch touched the laurel hair crown hidden in her hair with great feeling.

Who else could have a lover of a girl who is talented and talented and determined to become a painter since she was a child!

"It is the golden tree of Phoebus," said Ursula to herself. "The banshee in green, the talent, the artist, and the inexplicable affection of the three Bruno brothers and sisters, all the clues are connected together, huh? Maybe this time I will solve the puzzle before Eric?"