Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Apple pie and apples? This season?" Dr. Watson looked at the snacks for today's afternoon tea in surprise.

"It was sent by Eric's concierge. I'm surprised you noticed that apples are eaten earlier this season, dear doctor." Mr. Holmes raised his eyebrows.

Since there are two children who are keen on eating sweets living next door, Block 221b is also quite beneficial. At least Mrs. Hudson only needs to wait for the silent concierge next door to deliver desserts every day, and then make a pot of hot tea, which saves a lot thing.

"Oh, Holmes." Seeing his friend's feigned surprise, Dr. Watson also pretended to be angry. "You said that from a drop of water, a logician can deduce that there is an Atlantic Ocean or Niagara Falls, and that all life is a great chain, and we need only see one link to know its whole and its nature. (Quoted in the original text )”

"Although I can't see the harvest in Kent (the famous apple producing area) this year through one apple, I have common sense and know that the apples in the whole of England are still green and green on the trees this season." Dr. Watson smoothly Picking up a glowing red apple from the plate next to it, he took a bite.

"Your brother spoils the child too much." Dr. Watson felt the sweetness and juiciness of the apples and came to a conclusion. "I've discovered it a long time ago, not only apples, but also those flowers that are out of season. Those are not easy to get with money."

"What kind of expression do you have?" Dr. Watson glanced at his friend with a really surprised expression this time.

"Hahahaha, I really didn't expect it. It's true that Mycroft spoils children too much." After dumping the blame on the culprit's father without any pressure, Mr. Holmes suddenly changed the subject. "Do you know the mythical place of this little apple, Watson?"

"You mean the forbidden fruit that Adam and Eve ate, which symbolizes wisdom, and the golden apple in Greek mythology?" Dr. Watson asked without thinking.

"Yes, wisdom, beauty and strife and discord." Holmes knocked on the armrest and began to talk. "Apple is a frequent visitor in our mythology, but it also happens to meet the meanings we give it in real history."

"For example, the epitaph written by our great poet Pope to Newton 'Nature and the laws of nature are hidden in darkness, God said, let Newton go. So all is illuminated.' In this scientist is still exploring the darkness When an apple falls, the fire of wisdom is kindled."

"Since then, the real apple has a scientific symbolic meaning. Don't you think it's very interesting, Watson." Holmes threw the apple up with one hand, then caught it and looked at his partner.

"I didn't know how to answer at the moment." Dr. Watson glanced at the collection of Greek myths that was casually thrown aside, which was definitely not too thin. After all, Sherlock Holmes usually would not entertain this kind of storybook that has nothing to do with the case. .

"Reality and myth are related, and the meaning that people forcefully endowed becomes true because of coincidence." Mr. Holmes looked at the apple and laughed.

"Watson, we must not underestimate the power of human imagination. It is these fantasies that move the world forward."

"The power of imagination?"

Miss Helena asked Ursula suspiciously: "You mean that golden apple is not real."

"It's true, but it shouldn't have the magical power of wisdom." Ursula stared at the magical golden apple on the top of the tree. The golden apple in Greek mythology has always been a mascot. There is no written record of the effect of eating it.

"Besides, this tree is not an apple tree, and there is no story about Apollo and the golden apple, so this look is artificially cultivated."

"What's the use of nurturing? To eat?" Miss Helena blinked.

"That's right, a smart lady with a talent for prophecy." A voice sounded in the empty hall. "Isn't it for eating?"

"And we met again, today your knight didn't stay by your side, oh, he was playing adventure games up there." The one who hadn't appeared since the last fight, the one Ursula called perverted Adonis pushed aside the branches and leaves behind the golden apple, revealing that face that had been stained with a bit of flirtatious color because of devouring the mermaid.

He had been sitting on the golden tree.

Ursula's first reaction was not to be terrified that the other party had been lurking here, but...

"Have you learned how to climb trees?" She looked up at the villain classmate who was leaning against the big tree with one leg hanging in the air in a relaxed and handsome posture.

"Are you sure you can get down by yourself?" Miss Witch recalled that before she was "possessed" by the mermaid, this frail scholar-type gentleman once wanted to help the children in the village catch a kitten that couldn't get down from the tree. People go up the tree and come down by themselves, but stupid human beings can't get down the tree anymore.In the end, it was the uncle carpenter in the village who brought in a long ladder to rescue the guy who was not good at sports.

"..." Adonis also recalled the memory of being surrounded by children in the village, and he stood up with the help of the tree trunk. "You're still so fond of spoiling the atmosphere, Ursula."

"It's overrated, it's not as positive as you like to destroy beautiful things." Ursula instantly felt that with this guy, the brilliance of Apollo's golden tree was dimmed.

"Then you are wrong, I am here to maintain the beauty this time." He said in an exaggerated tone. "Let me introduce to you my new profession, the agent of all good wishes in the world." He used the accent on the word good.

"Sounds like a devil's job," said Ursula. "Wishes or something."

"How could it be? The devil will not be as kind as I am, without any reward, just wanting to help those poor people out of enthusiasm."

"Like?" Ursula didn't believe him, without any pay?Even Mr. Holmes, who really works for the welfare of the society, will charge a certain fee. How could such a good thing happen? This guy must have a big plan.

"For example, I am helping a mother to help her daughter get the rights she should have." I don't know if this villain is just stepping on the branches step by step in order to prove to Miss Witch that he can fall down a tree. Walked down, purely using physical strength, not some moving magic.

Seeing that the other party had such precise body control, Ursula felt a little worried. Sure enough, as Little Holmes said, without their knowing, this guy might not only have devoured the first mermaid.

"My mentor also had the same lofty ideals. Unfortunately, he left this world before we met to further communicate how to make this world a better place." He landed firmly on the ground, patted his clothes and Dust that does not exist, sighed.

"Tutor?" Ursula found it inconceivable. According to her understanding, her mother might be Miss Bruno's mother, but who is the tutor?

"Couldn't it be Professor Moriarty?" She asked tentatively.

"You really know everything." Adonis laughed while covering the tear-like scales at the corners of his eyes.

"..."

No, I don't know, I'm just guessing.Ursula's inner villain shook her head wildly. Who would have thought that young people in the Irish countryside could be connected with the masterminds behind the crime world in London, and they were dead masters behind them.And she had never heard of Professor Moriarty having such an ideal.

"How and when did you get in touch?" She cautiously tried to formulate the words.

"He was my pen pal when I was. Thank you, Ursula."

"I?"

"I remember when I had a headache because of a question in an article, what did you suggest?"

"I don't remember." Ursula was still trying to figure out how old she was when she was, and how old Mr. Holmes was.But as she said to Eric, she really didn't know Adonis that well. Before the other party thought of her abnormally, at most, she met and said hello occasionally.

So she could barely remember that four years ago, her father mentioned that Adonis was admitted to a very good university.So when Mr. Holmes was about 36 years old?He was still battling Moriarty at the time.

"Why don't you ask the person who wrote the article directly? Since it is an academic article, the other party should be happy to answer readers' doubts."

So I told you such irresponsible words.thought Ursula.

"Then I wanted to write to the journal that published the article that confused me. Fortunately, the author himself replied, answered my questions very, very kindly, and gave him his private mailing address. Welcome I applied for the university where he taught."

"Oh. Then." Ursula felt that this matter was too weird. As an emperor of the dark world and a university professor who had to write papers and teach students every day, was the other party so free?Or is it that bad?It's no wonder that the old version of the original illustration shows that the opponent's hairline is so thick, he is almost bald.

"Then, don't you know? In the month when I got the admission letter, I had to leave my hometown because I was possessed by a mermaid. Of course, I couldn't go to school normally in this state." No regrets.

Ursula made the point quite bluntly: "You don't regret not meeting your 'mentor'?"

"It's not impossible to say I'm sorry, but I'm not that disappointed. After all, he's just an ordinary human being, and he will always die." Adonis shrugged and said. "And I have eternity, so it's no pity to think about it."

Although the mermaid's lifespan is long, it cannot be said to be eternal.What the hell did this guy eat! Swell to this point! Ursula screamed inwardly.

"Besides, my ideal still deviates from his. I prefer to appear in the form of a savior, saving despair rather than creating it." He pointed to the golden apple above his head and said.

"Then what's the matter with Miss Rosalie's talent? Didn't it bring her despair?" Although she didn't know what role the other party played in this matter, Ursula decided to trick him.

"It's just a small accident. You see, the talents of other girls have gone back. Nightingale will sing in front of the Queen tonight, and the ballerina who was taken away by Lisbon will reappear on the stage and become a beautiful girl." black swan."

Adonis waved his hand behind him, a golden spot of light separated from the tree, and then floated unsteadily in front of Miss Rosalie.

"Return to the original owner." He raised his eyebrows.

"The bad guys are punished with death, and the lovely artist ladies get their things back, and everything is happy, isn't it?"

"Of course not." Ursula challenged Adonis after turning her head to confirm that Rosalie had recovered her vision after absorbing the light spot. "Do you think you are a god? No, even if you are a god, you can't decide a person's life or death."

"Besides, you are inducing a crime!" Ursula quickly figured out part of the situation. "If it wasn't for you, how could they have the ability to steal their lover's talent! At most, it's an ordinary emotional problem of accidentally falling in love with scum!"

"It can only be said that they are not entrusted with human beings, and they should be taught a lesson." Adonis spread his hands.

"Huh?" Ursula laughed angrily.

"You look very angry." The other party said deliberately. "It's a pity, now you can't beat me as easily as I just gained power."

"Yes." Miss Witch smiled. "I can't do it alone, but I choose to fight in groups."

"You mean one against three?"

After the other party looked at the weak girl behind her, with an extremely disdainful expression, she took out the piece of spades and a handful of ordinary-looking small broken stones from her pocket, and threw them on the ground , forming a circle.

"Have you heard of the Fairy Ring? Boy?"