Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"I still don't think it's right." Ursula was flipping through an old-fashioned notebook that was yellow and worn, but was obviously carefully restored by the later owner.

"Huh? Please tell me your opinion." Eric Holmes stopped and looked at her. "I'd love to see this event from your perspective."

They've just dug up from poor Mr. Opal the only thing he has left.The young Sherlock Holmes returned from being ruthless to being kind in an instant. Not only did he personally send the other person back to his room to regain his peace of mind, but he also promised to help him get back the relic as much as possible.It made the folklorist who had just cried bitterly tearful and grateful.

At that time, Ursula watched coldly, thinking that according to the situation, the next time we meet, Mr. Opal's eyes will light up, and it must not be her.Just looking at the wheat-colored healthy complexion, who would have thought that Mr. Opal actually has the potential attribute of tears.

And now, facing the smiling silver-gray eyes of little Holmes.She sighed deeply, and still talked about her own thoughts: "It seems that this matter is a cultural relics smuggling case in the final analysis. But since the other party is to smuggle cultural relics, why is it promoting the mermaid culture so much in order to increase the price?" , but the treasures of pirates are far from mermaids."

"Yes, it is very strange. But you forgot that there is another story in it." Eric Holmes folded his arms and said, "Dear Miss Watson, do you still remember our original intention of coming here to watch?"

"Curse of the siren!" Ursula remembered it suddenly. "That nobleman! An accomplice"

"Unfortunately, not." Little Holmes shook his head, and he said in an encouraging tone, "Think again, don't be disturbed by this episode of cultural relics, and return to the beginning of our curiosity."

"A love story" Ursula's black line, the smuggling of cultural relics is actually an episode in the mouth of Sherlock Holmes.

"Bingo. If this love story is true, what do you think the greedy smugglers who suddenly intervened in this story will do, and what can be turned into money in this?" Eric simply leaned against a house used to climb the iron On the fence made of the whole log of clematis, I intend to guide her to deduce the truth.

"Noble money, high society" Ursula bit her lower lip, thinking hard. "This is still a way to sell things. The things that can be realized are sea monsters... mermaids... um mermaids!"

Ursula suddenly realized that even though she was already a member of the supernatural, because of the influence of the previous life and the filter of Sherlock Holmes, in fact, she herself drew a thick dimensional wall for the world.But when she let go of her limited thinking and put the fact that the mermaid is real into her reasoning, all this became clear.

That's a mermaid!

I think it was the 21st century before she traveled.There are still people all over the world who insist on fake mermaid corpses and sell them to curious collectors, and major aquariums will also let divers wear fish tails to attract tourists.The Little Mermaid movie is a live-action version, choosing an actor can cause tens of thousands of quarrels all over the world.

"Could it be that Lando still wants to catch the mermaid?" Ursula looked at little Holmes in shock.

"It's very likely." Eric replied.He maintained a reclining posture and looked at the roof of the only church in the village. The metal cross shone dimly under the combination of the morning mist and the rising sun. "Ursula, do you think humans and aliens have a common future?" He squinted his eyes for a while and asked suddenly.

"Do you mean that kind of harmonious future? Although everyone is in the same world, there are still barriers between the two living spaces. But even this has left a lot of myths." Ursula didn't quite understand him. Meaning, I think he might be talking about human greed in the matter of catching mermaids.Tentatively, I gave an answer that I understood, "So there is still a future. After all, like mermaids and goblins, they are actually more than the natural creatures in the real world. At least there are humans in many recipes. Compared with humans Just be careful."

"Well, what if it's love?" Little Holmes raised his eyebrows. "A love of a different kind rejected by a sacred oath."

Ursula felt that it was implied by this sentence, of course, witches cannot promise their marriage loyalty to the Bible.But as the fiancé who took the initiative to bind her, I will definitely talk to others if I raise this question.

Thinking of the word fiancee, the pale face of the girl named Alisa suddenly appeared in her mind, and an incredible idea emerged.

"Oh, my God." Ursula covered her mouth. "No, it's really a love story."

"How's the Son of the Sea?" Eric said.

"Huh?" Before Ursula could recover from her bloody imagination, she heard little Holmes' nonsense.

"Or the incident of love in the sea, I can't use the title of consulting detective, how about using half-demon detective." The young Holmes said to himself.

"Stop, what are you talking about." Ursula quickly interrupted him, "And the half-demon detective? Are you Inuyasha?"

"Of course it means writing me a biographical novel." Eric Holmes said enthusiastically, "Since I also have a Watson."

"I refuse." Ursula crossed indifferently.

"Why." Little Holmes was dissatisfied. "A detective's partner is supposed to be doing record work."

"Because if you send it out and write it badly, it will be regarded as a third-rate thriller novel." Ursula saw Eric Holmes raise her eyebrows, and quickly added: "Even if I write well, it is still fantasy literature, and it has nothing to do with detective biographies." relationship."

Seeing Ursula's face of resistance, little Holmes was not in a hurry, but changed the subject instead: "Dear Watson, I noticed that you just used a Chinese pronunciation to describe a half-demon. Dog, Yasha." He used very The pure accent uttered the word and made a sentence break. "A dog's yaksha. I've read the Buddhist scriptures of Huaxia, and there is a word called Tianyaksha in it. Why do you use this word to describe a half-demon?"

He stepped away from the fence and approached Ursula, who was standing beside him perfectly.

"Why? Darling"

"It's boring, it's just a slip of the tongue." She angrily pushed away the detective who had caught the handle. "Take off that expression of yours, you are the one exposed, what the hell is a half-demon!"

"Didn't you already guess it? Because you have covered your hair tightly since the morning, and now you are not wearing a hat when you are outside, and you deliberately touched the crown of your hair to attract my attention." Little Holmes smiled and took advantage of his height, and stretched out his hand. Take a look at the shining laurel crown.

Tsk, don't spoil a lady's hairstyle. Ursula squeezed the hand that was trying to touch the laurel wreath again. "Your mother's race was elves?"Or elves? "

"The queen of an alien domain, my father met her when he was young, and something happened, and the two fell in love." He shrugged, "So I am a half-blood, but a little more human, so I am an adult. Afterwards, I chose to live in human society. But the keen sense of smell brought by the blood of the mountain elves made me unable to bear the salty taste of the race in the sea."

"So what happened between them." At this time, Ursula's memory suddenly improved, and she clearly remembered Eric's slightly embarrassed expression when he mentioned his parents. "Forcing and plundering, isn't it? Most goblins are unreasonable to snatch beautiful humans! Besides, the queen is out, wow! It's so touching!" The story of a small employee who is indispensable to the government.

"So if I tell you the love story of my parents, you will help write the biography?" said little Holmes, looking at the suddenly excited Ursula with interest.

"That's not true. Your uncle didn't take the initiative to ask my uncle to write it. It's the inspiration of your personality. You haven't even solved this case. What are you writing about? Shocked, the squire has gone to great lengths to promote history and culture just to catch mermaids." Stories can only be found on the Country Tales page.”

"In that case, I'll show you the case so well that you can think about the title now. Ursula, which one is Dr. Watson most famous from the beginning?"

""The Sign of Four"? I think it is." Ursula said uncertainly, this is entirely because her evaluation comes from the history of Conan Doyle's writing that she has seen in her previous life, although she is from the first appearance "A Study in Scarlet" "was fascinated by Sherlock Holmes, but in fact the rise of Holmes is in the story of "The Sign of Four".The exotic, Treasure Island-inspired wooden-legged villain rounds out this shocking classic.Since then, Conan Doyle's name has been side by side with Edgar Allan Poe in the history of literature.

"The Sign of Four, aha." Little Holmes clapped his palms and said, "Treasures, pirates, mysterious legends, and elopement love! Our adventure is not bad."

"Elope? That Miss Alisa?" Ursula helplessly raised her forehead, "If the train is early, it can be repaired this evening, and if it is late, it can be repaired tomorrow morning. And now she is being watched seriously, how can she be in her fiancé's place?" She eloped under the supervision of her mother. Even if she wanted to jump into the sea and run away with Mr. Mermaid, she had to get close to the sea! Besides, since that noble named Hayden got mixed up with Mr. Lando who wanted to catch the mermaid." She paused For a moment, I'm a little worried. "Miss Alisa, don't be a bait. It would be too insane."

"It must be the bait. The timing of this train failure is very strange, isn't it too coincidental?" Eric Holmes rubbed his nose reluctantly, "But the mermaid prince and the others must be out of reach, let's go, let's Go see the mermaid prince again and see if he is willing to cooperate with us. By the way, do you still have the lavender-scented handkerchief?" He looked at Ursula innocently.

"No more! Give me back the piece from yesterday!"

At the same time, in Mr. Lando's luxurious country mansion, the maid went upstairs to the room of the wealthy mother and daughter who stayed last night, intending to serve the guests morning tea that could be eaten in bed.

She knocked for a long time, but no one answered.The maid thought that the other party hadn't woken up, so she planned to leave and come back later, but when she turned around, she heard an excited whining sound from inside, followed by a crackling sound, something broke.The maid was startled, and pushed open the door vigorously regardless of etiquette.Instead, she saw the elegant lady she had seen with disheveled hair, tied to the bedpost in embarrassment, gagged her mouth with a handkerchief, and scattered vase fragments beside her.

The window on one side was wide open, letting in the cold wind.The original ornate velvet curtains were pulled down, and a rope twisted from the bed sheet was tied to a metal hook and hung down the outer wall.

And the young lady disappeared without a trace.