Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

rabbit hole.

Since the publication of "Alice in Wonderland", which has not only spawned various fan works in later generations, but also has been frequently quoted in the scientific and philosophical circles, the word has become an overt metaphor.People use falling down the rabbit hole to describe entering a wonderland or becoming obsessed with something.

But sitting comfortably on a beanbag sofa and falling into a rabbit hole surfing the Internet is not the same as a real fall! Ursula suddenly loses weight after opening the hidden room under the chessboard, and then keeps falling down. Thought.

She and Helena and Miss Painter were falling in a floating way at an even speed. In this tunnel filled with the turbulent flow of magic power of various colors, what Alice saw was the clamor of playing card soldiers, while they I saw the scene of several players in the table world chessboard space.

First, two hearts are entangled, coming like butterflies, respectively showing images of young Bruno brothers and sisters bickering in the swamp while walking hard, and it is not known how they collided into a grid from two opposite directions.

Then there was a black spade, and Ursula almost thought it was a keyhole opening a new passage, and was looking around for the key.Until Miss Helena, who was closer, exclaimed, "It's the Viscount! What happened to his face!"

Only then did Ursula realize that it was the suit of spades that symbolized the element of earth.Edgar Bruno was in a dense darkness, and there were inexplicable black lines on his face. Those lines were squirming, and even a little bit of black flakes would fall between his activities.

"This is a kind of nightmare in the shape of a small bug, and it usually lives in ancient tombs. It seems that the old Earl Bruno has a wide range of collections." Ursula said to the two girls about science. "It looks like a lot of small black bugs, but it is actually a monster. It does no harm to the human body, but it does a lot of mental damage. After all, it simulates the fear that is very common in humans."

"You mean you're afraid of bugs?"

Miss Rosalie asked, although her eyesight still couldn't see the distance clearly, but as a painter who also needs inspiration, she listened quite seriously to these wonderful things.

"It's not the bugs, but the fear of numbers. You have to know that when people see a bug that doesn't bite, even if you feel scared, it's limited. But when there are tens of thousands of these harmless little bugs No matter how strong a strong man is, he will feel panic." Ursula pressed hard, and because of the updraft bulging skirt, she found a comfortable position in the air and sat in the air to continue explaining to them.

"But if you can overcome this mentality, even if you are swallowed by it like His Excellency the Viscount, it will be fine. The other party will automatically leave because of the fear of not being able to eat you."

While talking, they left the range of the spade-shaped image, and after passing through some small and hovering light spots, a sudden gust of wind picked up, and a plum blossom-shaped image fragment was swept by the airflow like a fallen leaf.

The rules here are actually backwards?Is the sinking elemental water and earth first, and then the ascending elemental wind?As Ursula thought, she swooped and grabbed the image of spades that passed her, holding it like a card.

"Aha."

She looked at little Sherlock Holmes who was still in this bright grid. He was walking in a dense tropical rainforest holding a penis provided by Bruno's family.For the convenience of movement, the young detective took off his coat and vest, and walked on the ground under the criss-crossing roots and branches on the forest floor with a lightness that only the blood of the elves can do.

From the video, Ursula can clearly see his tall and straight back, as well as the faintly visible skin color under the thin linen shirt.I don’t know why, well, it’s the rare and casual outfit of little Holmes that poked her aesthetics too much, which reminded Ursula of the scene when the two first met in the dining car of the train.

Speaking of which, no matter what time Ursula got up, as long as Eric appeared in the living room, she was always neatly dressed, and she didn't have the habit of wearing a dressing gown like Mr. Holmes at home.

No, maybe there is?Ursula thought, just being more particular about her roommate being a girl?

Dr. Watson once whispered to her that Sherlock Holmes is a cat, no matter what the environment is, he should keep a clean appearance, and now it seems that this is true.Even walking in this sticky and humid environment, Eric still maintained the whiteness and stretch of the shirt made of troublesome material such as linen.

"Ahem." Miss Helena watched Ursula suddenly catch the image and was fascinated by it, and coughed twice with a smile.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Ursula hurriedly put the fragments of light and shadow in the middle, and asked her companions to watch them together.

As soon as she lifted it up, little Sherlock Holmes suddenly turned around and faced them. He had a serious expression and a hunter's keenness in his eyes. He suddenly threw the silver metal gun forward.

"Oh my God!" Miss Helena couldn't hold back and leaned back. This action really seemed to have discovered their snooping, and then wanted to retaliate.

Blood splattered everywhere, and a wild boar, which was definitely not a normal animal, suddenly appeared in the vicinity of their images, and fell down wailing.

Miss Helena covered her mouth, and Miss Rosalie also blocked her ears because of the death wail of the monster.Only Miss Witch was not affected by the bloody scene at all, instead she laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! Wild boar, hahaha, javelins and pigs."

"What happened to the wild boar and the javelin? Is it that funny?" Miss Helena took a deep breath and forced herself not to look at the little Sherlock Holmes who was going to draw a gun from the dead boar, and looked at Miss Watson who couldn't help laughing , asked curiously.

"This is the humor that can only appear in a Sherlock Holmes at the same time, hahaha." Ursula laughed. She recalled the original story of Mr. Holmes going to the butcher's shop with a javelin to poke a pig in the morning, so she saw Eric Ke used similar things to set up wild boars, even though the whole process of half-elves hunting monsters is very violent and aesthetic, but it seems funny to Ursula who is all about Mr. Holmes in the original book. .

"Tsk." Although there is no such thing as feeding dog food in this era, Miss Helena felt inexplicably as if she had eaten too much afternoon tea.

I don't know if it was because of being pinched, but the image fragments reflecting Eric's activities on the chessboard did not disappear, but fell down with them.

"When will it end!" Miss Helena is used to this wonderful feeling of falling downwards while losing weight at the same time, she has learned to sit in the air in a cross-legged posture.

Ursula also had a headache as she looked at the still bottomless tunnel beneath their feet.

"I seem to be able to see colors... No! I can indeed see colors!" Miss Rosalie got up suddenly, she had just been half lying in the air.

"Your eyes are gold, and Mr. Holmes's are silver-gray, aren't they!" She threw herself upon Ursula excitedly, and embraced her by the shoulders.

"What about the others? For example, what color is Eric's environment?" Ursula asked quickly.

"It can only be seen that it looks like a beach, but there is still no color, but I can see clearly! It's not that kind of blurry look."

"The color of Miss Helena's eyes, can you tell?" Ursula asked Miss Rosalie another question.

"No, I can only see you and Mr. Holmes." Miss Painter tried her best to stare at Miss Helena's face. The other party was also quite nervous, trying to resist the urge to blink, just so that Rosalie could see clearly.

"That is the color that can only see the magic power." Ursula thought for a while, and now she and Eric kept their eyes lit up, but Miss Bruno also used magic power yesterday, but Miss Painter's eyes did not suffer from this. affected.

"In this case, pay attention to my partners, we are about to land." Miss Witch signaled everyone to stand up, she also lifted the skirt, changed to a normal posture, and then looked at the streamer that shuttled from time to time in the darkness under her feet.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, they felt that there was no longer air under their feet, but hard ground.

"It's a cave again. Is it really a rabbit hole?" Ursula lit a small golden flame with one hand, and then reached out to touch the stone wall on one side. "Wet, is there groundwater?"

She stuffed the small plum blossom piece that suddenly became smaller after landing, no longer glowing, and lost its image function, into her pocket, and then led the two girls towards the windy direction.

They held each other's hands cautiously and moved forward. It seemed that because of the correct route, the darkness of the cave gradually became thinner, and soon they could see the road ahead without Ursula's magic power.

"It's good to be alive!"

When she finally got out of this cave tunnel that could only accommodate one and a half people and came to a wide cave hall, Miss Helena said with emotion.

It is not without reason that she said that, anyone who sees this wonderful scene in front of them will sigh so much, thank the life journey for the surprises, especially for an art pursuer whose dream is to become one of the greatest poets of this century .

Another chessboard, a chessboard made of ground-like plants, but they are indeed golden, just like the alien maze they strayed into some time ago. She would think that she had accidentally strayed into the land of goblins and the mirror reflection of reality again.

"Praise Phoebus." Miss Helena couldn't help taking a step forward, although her reason quickly restrained this too rash move for a prophet who didn't even know her mysterious talent.

"The golden tree, the tree of Apollo, is absolutely right. It is the golden tree that everyone praises and quotes to symbolize art." Miss Helena grabbed Ursula's cuff and said in a trembling tone.

Miss Witch looked solemnly at the center of the golden and silver checkered chessboard, where there grew a huge golden tree that glowed with warm light. Ursula could recognize that every part of its branches and leaves had different shapes. Some were like laurel, some like myrtle, some like branches of an olive tree, and she even saw a few water lily leaves swaying gently.

These golden branches are intertwined like a giant lyre.With so many obvious features, it can only be the tree of Apollo’s art that should have been fictional, like the land of goblins, only existed in the fantasy and writing of poets and artists.

Ursula was actually quite excited. She could feel the fountain of inspiration she drank boiled in her blood, and the source of magic power, which also belonged to the fire element, was vibrating.but……

It would have been better if it hadn't been crowned with a gleaming golden apple, Miss Witch held her forehead.