Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Together with Mr. Lestrade, Holmes had lunch at a very traditional restaurant near Scotland Yard. He successfully obtained the case files of the dead "Don Juan" actor and the details of the painter Kourou. autopsy report.

"I say you! Since we want to treat guests, it's okay to choose lunch time. It's still a traditional British dish. There is no sincerity at all." Mr. Inspector dissatisfiedly forked a piece of baked potato. "What's the difference between this and eating a sandwich in the office." (Britain has a weak lunch culture)

"Have you got beer?" Little Holmes asked innocently.

"Hey, I'm still at work, and I have a meeting with senior management in the afternoon." Mr. Lestrade rolled his eyes at this ignorant young man. "It's not a student like you who has nothing to do because school hasn't started yet."

Eric himself ordered a glass of beer, and he intentionally raised his glass to salute Mr. Inspector. Seeing the expression of you, a heartless little devil, he put down the glass with a smile and flipped through the documents.

"Is it true that the focus is on the lungs and trachea?" Little Holmes scratched the wall of the large beer glass with his other hand. "In the case that the murderer is just an opera singer with no medical background, it is a bit difficult to accurately find these two parts with such a small dagger."

"But he did it in full view. You just wanted to make sure that the two parts of the deceased were injured? What's so special about it?" Inspector Lestrade took a bite of the potato and found it a bit bland, and poured some sauce on it .

"Isn't the life of an opera singer in these two parts?"

After hearing what Little Holmes said, the inspector felt that he had finally found a chance to complain about the other party. He chuckled: "The lives of ordinary people cannot do without these two parts."

"Yeah. You're right, so it's nothing irrelevant. I'm just curious." The young detective nodded with a smile, making the detective feel like he had punched the cotton.

"Cut." Mr. Lestrade pouted. "I thought getting engaged could change your character? It seems that Miss Watson didn't succeed in changing you."

"I didn't expect you to think that love can change a person. It's really a lovely romantic idea." Eric quickly flipped through the information about Mr. Kuru, looked up and smiled.

"Isn't it? Men will be different after they get married." Mr. Inspector added after thinking for a while. "At least I do."

"It just magnifies or energizes who you are. Your upbringing has shaped your personality, and healthy love makes the good of you better."

"Sophistry. Didn't you say that you wanted to be a bachelor like Mr. Holmes, but after you met Miss Watson, you got engaged in a flash? Isn't this a change?" Mr. Detective tried to pick out Eric's point of view without admitting defeat loopholes.

"It's interesting that you don't want to admit that you are a respectable person?" Little Holmes smiled narrowly, and said seriously before Mr. Lestrade turned black and wanted to speak again.

"Maybe it's because I'm not very determined to live alone to the end? It's just that I haven't met the right person like most people say? Or, my ambition for Miss Watson is greater than insisting on being a single person Determination."

"This is the first time I've heard someone use ambition to describe falling in love with someone." Mr. Inspector said speechlessly. "Fortunately, Miss Watson was not scared away by you."

"Yeah. I'm also surprised by this." Eric looked down at the dark amber liquid in the beer glass because of the poor light in the store, which reminded him of the color of Ursula's eyes. "She is so keen, but after discovering my hidden character, she didn't run away."

"Eric...do you remember that I am a policeman?" Mr. Inspector raised his forehead. "This kind of talk is very ambiguous. If you continue to talk nonsense like this, I think I should have a good chat with Dr. Watson when I visit Baker Street in a few days. I heard that you haven't met the other's father yet? This attitude No way. If my little Emily grows up and meets a kid like you, huh."

"Don't worry about this, you will see it soon."

"See what?" Lestrade asked alertly.

"It's not about little Emily, it's about me." Eric was amused by Mr. Detective's appearance as an old father. "My bad boy is going to see Mr. Watson, Ursula's father."

"When." Lestrade asked enthusiastically.

"Leaving next week. When I went to see Sherlock in the morning, he left me a letter and two tickets under the message board. Ursula's father sent me a letter to Dr. Watson."

"Boat ticket? I remember the doctor said that Professor Watson and his wife are in Egypt now?" Lestrade asked in surprise. "Do they mean to let you pass?"

"It looks like this. By the way, Ursula went out early this morning, and she doesn't know about it yet. If you meet her on Baker Street these days, please keep it a secret." Little Holmes said in He raised his index finger. "I wanted to surprise her."

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"I want to give little Mr. Holmes a big 'surprise'," said Ursula to the three girls.

"I think we can have a little more surprise, and add the title of the most beautiful man in London, wouldn't it be good?"

"No, no, according to Eric's personality, if I really do this, the one who will be unlucky in the end will definitely not be him, but me." Ursula rejected this tempting proposal with her remaining contract spirit. "For some reason, I don't think I should give him a handle at this time, ahem."

"Then give the Viscount a chance this year! It's a pity." Miss Helena looked at Ursula's expression, let her go with empathy, and then asked, "How do you plan to find the case before him?" The truth? Is it really possible to restore Rosalie's eyesight?"

"This requires the help of the three of you." Ursula smiled mysteriously, because when they were in the maze, Judge George met Ray's mistress of the demon cave with them and heard a lot of things.Therefore, she has no intention of hiding some things from Miss Bruno. Anyway, according to the relationship between the judge and their family, she will know sooner or later.

She briefly told the three girls about the background of the incident.

"The goblin lady's commission is to help her find the soul of her intended artist." Ursula stroked the basswood panel on the easel. "The current situation is that both deceased have lost their souls, and there is no clue to infer their souls."

"No clue? Then how to find it?" Miss Bruno frowned. "Is that a different space that needs to search the whole of London? I can help!" she said positively.

"Thank you, dear. However, you don't need to be troubled, because..." Miss Witch patted Miss Bruno on the shoulder and said, "I have already found it."

"Where?" Miss Helena asked expectantly.

"right here."

"Is this the studio?" Miss Helena jumped up and hugged Rosalie. "Could it be that guy Kuru is dead and still haunted? Want to harm Rosalie?"

"That's not it?" Ursula laughed. "I mean, Miss Rosalie is one of the souls we're looking for."

"Huh? But didn't the other party say..." Miss Bruno wondered, she didn't know what she imagined and opened the magic eye again. "Possessed? Rosalie is not Rosalie?" She stared carefully at Miss Painter regardless of the strong light.

"Hey! You're telling horror stories." Ursula couldn't laugh or cry. "What I mean is that the goblin lady's intended person was not Mr. Kuru, but Miss Rosalie."

"Me?" Miss Rosalie was equally astonished.

"That's right, it's you. It should be said that you haven't lost your talent." Ursula analyzed. "Actually, I know that Mr. Kuru is such a person, and I feel that there is something wrong."

"Although Ms. Fairy likes to collect artists, according to the legend, she should also like the character of artists. Those who are not shining and upright souls are not worthy of entering her territory. Remember the last few paragraphs of the ancient poem "Thomas the Wandering Poet" What did the poet say when the goblin lady offered him an apple that could only tell the truth?" Ursula turned to Miss Helena, who was well versed in poetry.

Just as Miss Witch thought, this girl who aspired to be a pioneer poet really remembered the full text, she pondered for a while and recited:

"I can say whatever I want," Thomas said.

"There is no need for you to give me this beautiful fruit!

In any fair or place of trade,

I can easily buy all these apples.

To princes or nobles I dare to speak,

I will never want the gift of your beauty. "(from the end of the original poem)

"Ah, faithful Thomas!" Miss Helena's eyes lit up. "Noble character, Thomas who never tells a lie! Yes! The goblin of art wants the soul of this art, and that guy Kuru certainly doesn't deserve it."

"So I have already completed half of the other party's commission." Ursula laughed. "The remaining half is to take back what originally belonged to Rosalie, so that Ms. Fairy can see that the little artist she likes can still thrive."

"But won't Rosalie be taken to the Fairyland after she is found?" Miss Bruno raised her hand.

"Even if you take it away, you can come back. Didn't Thomas just serve the other party for seven years?" Ursula comforted them: "Besides, this kind of thing needs the consent of the person concerned. The other party is a reasonable artist. The hostess of the cave is not the crazy kind of plundering monster in the sky."

"Have you ever met a demon in the air?" Miss Helena's eyes lit up.

"This... we'll talk about it later." Ursula pressed the excited Miss Helena with a black line.

"So how about it? Want to join this adventure?" Miss Witch smiled brightly.

"Will it be dangerous to face the alien world? For the two of them." Miss Bruno tugged on La Ursula's cuff, worried. "In case we can't protect them."

"The only thing to worry about is Miss Rosalie, who is sure to go," said Ursula.

"Eh? Then Helena won't go?"

"Of course not, she will still be our helper. Do you know? Miss Helena, your eyes also have special power."

"Special power?" Miss Helena rubbed the corners of her eyes and asked in disbelief.

"You can see through the eyes of the God of Light, whose ancestors came from Rome, to guard the souls of the descendants. Only the descendants of the priests come from the same source. If I guess right, you also have some Italian blood." Ursula said.

"You are right, my great-grandmother is Italian." Miss Helena nodded and said, "My name is the same as hers. Because my grandfather who named me said I look exactly like her."

"Inherited from generation to generation, your great-grandmother may also have this kind of power, a gift from ancient Rome." Ursula was satisfied, and then she turned to Miss Bruno. : "Sophie, do you feel that you are very kind when you see me?"

"That's right." Miss Bruno was confused. "Wait a minute, Ursula. You actually guessed the source of our family's power. How did you do it? I'm sure I didn't tell you any secrets. Could it be that James leaked it?" You must know that the Bruno family has always been an ordinary paladin family. Everyone thought that they were the same as other knights, and that the light and sacred power came from the local church.

"Because everyone in your family is too warm to me, especially your eldest brother." Ursula nodded. "After thinking about it, I think that although I look good, I don't have the kind of peerless charm that might trigger the Trojan War. There must be some other reason that attracts people of the same blood like you."

"I wasn't sure about it until Mr. James Bruno insisted on being loyal to me." Ursula made a gesture of drinking water. "Blessing from Apollo. I was very lucky to drink the fountain of inspiration blessed by the sun god in the land of goblins not long ago. It should be because the power of this god remains in my body that you are all from the same source. attract."

Ursula deliberately concealed the laurel hair crown on her head that was also related to the god, and blurred the time when she was looking for Pegasus to step on the spring (meeting the double-faced paladin was before drinking water).

"Is that so?" Sophie Bruno felt the magic power and mood that boiled as soon as she got close to Ursula. "However, even if it was due to the influence of magic power at the beginning, I still want to be friends with you now."

"The sincere one, I like you." She was afraid that Ursula would misunderstand, so she hurriedly added.

"I also admire the energetic Miss Bruno." Ursula stretched out his hand. "In that case, let's get to know each other again. Hello, I'm Ursula Watson, may I be your friend?"

"I do!"

Sophie Bruno burst into tears again and threw herself into Ursula's arms.

Is your wording wrong? Ursula felt somewhat regretful when she saw Miss Bruno who was wiping her tears as if she had just met her for the first time.

"..."

Eric Holmes abruptly stopped chatting with Lestrade.

"Why don't you talk?" Mr. Inspector picked up a piece of bread and continued to eat. "Keep it a secret from Miss Watson, and then?"

"Then, I will accompany you for a while." The young detective quickly put away the documents and stood up. "I've settled the bill. See you, Mr. Lestrade."

"Huh? Where are you going? Eric! Hey, hey, hey! Stop! Eric Holmes!" Mr. Inspector swallowed the bread with difficulty, stretched out one by one weakly to grab the air, and had no time to hold the opponent's hand.

"This bastard!"

He felt as if his teeth were swollen again.