Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"I don't need to say more, as a witch, you should know how to deal with a mermaid." Eric Holmes said to Ursula while walking with a sachet stuffed with dried lavender flowers.

"Yes, if he goes back to the sea. We must see him before he sees us." Ursula glanced at the sachet she had donated to keep her handkerchief (in fact, she put it in the clothes box instead of camphor to prevent bugs) , very curious: "Is it really smelly? Let me ask you, Holmes. To you, which one smells worse, durian or mermaid?"

"Of course it's that mermaid. I don't know what he did. I haven't met anything so smoky before. It's a bit salty at most. Putting it in durian, it's too fragrant, not stinky at all." He said decisively, and then said A pair of sparkling eyes met. "Okay, good to know, you can get durians in the world of goblins. When you settle down in London, I'll get some for you. Can you get some from Thailand?"

"That would be great." Ursula retracted her star eyes contentedly. Since she came here, pineapples have become luxurious decorations, let alone durians.She calculated how much durian daifuku and banji could be made with the high-quality baking ingredients she had saved, and couldn't help but happily took out another sachet, and graciously stuffed it into little Holmes' hands. "Come on, come on, I've got enough of this."

The two of them were not in a hurry, and while walking slowly and enjoying the rural scenery (witches and elves are still close to nature in their bones), they walked towards the old witch doctor's house they had visited last night.

By the time we got to the house, the morning fog had cleared.Eric stepped forward and was about to ring the bell.There was a loud noise from behind.

A female voice with a crying voice interspersed with it was particularly ear-piercing: "Ah! My poor Alisa! Where are you! Where did that monster take you!"

"Wow!" Ursula hurriedly pulled little Holmes to avoid the direction of the crowd, and gave them the gate. "It seems that our heroine is lost! Now there are some plots that can't be staged."

Eric Holmes looked at the chaos in front of him and didn't respond immediately. He sniffed and looked up thoughtfully at the second floor of the house.

"I seem to have misunderstood something," he said in a gritted tone. "But it doesn't matter, there is still time to correct it."

"Huh?" Ursula looked at him blankly.Before she could speak, the door opened suddenly, and Elmanai appeared with a dirty face.

"Damn it! What are you doing outside my house so early in the morning!" he yelled gruffly.

"Huh?" Ursula looked at the man with rough behavior and doubted her memory a little.She elbowed Holmes. "Although...uh, it doesn't feel right. Although nothing has changed, this person looks..."

She thought hard for a while, and then suddenly came to a conclusion about Holmes: "Why isn't he handsome!"

Eric Holmes looked at Ursula with a little admiration: "Although I understand what you want to express, I didn't expect you to see the crux of the problem here."

Ursula laughed for a moment and said: "Mr. Elmanha did look like a mysterious and strange handsome guy that night, but now he looks very ordinary, obviously his facial features have not changed. If it weren't for the night lights Looking at the beauty's bonus, it means being possessed."

"It is indeed not alone." Little Holmes carefully observed the fierce fisherman. "However, the guy with the smell is still in this room. It doesn't seem to be possessed."

The crowd stirred.

"Excuse me, there are so many people." Ursula glanced around and found that there were no passengers in the dining car except Alisa, and Mr. Lando was also among them, standing on both sides of the lady with the blond nobleman, acting as a guard shape.

"Please ask Mr. Alec to come out." Mr. Lando stepped forward and said loudly. "Here's a lady hurt by an evil siren who needs his power."

"Did they themselves not understand the difference between a siren and a mermaid? One is a mermaid legend, and another is a curse of a siren." Ursula whispered to Eric. "When you encounter good things, you call them mermaids, and when you encounter bad things, you call them sea monsters. You can't treat them differently like this."

"That's the problem." Eric Holmes gritted his teeth. "That nasty stinky fish."

"No, he hasn't gotten up yet. The doctor said he is not in good health and needs to rest more. Don't bother him with superstitious tricks." The young fisherman was not moved at all.

"We know it's difficult for him, but this is related to the reputation and life of a young lady." Mr. Lando continued to lobby, his tone was both righteous and sincere.The dining car passengers who were guests at his house yesterday were all moved and expressed their solidarity.

When the scene was chaotic again, a girl in a black robe ran out of the house.

"Please don't make things difficult for Mr. Al. I'm here, Mom. I'm fine. Mr. Al saved me."

The girl squeezed past the fisherman and stood up, raising her head.With a pale and beautiful little face revealed, she was exactly the Miss Alyssa I had seen on the train.

Everyone was overjoyed and asked about the situation in a hurry.

Seeing this, Ursula did not move forward, but turned to Eric Holmes.He took out the familiar handkerchief and covered his nose.

Ha, didn't run away, this woman must be fake.

After a question and answer, Ursula and the others who joined halfway also knew the whole picture of the matter.From how the terrible siren kidnapped Miss Alyssa in the middle of the night, to how the maid found something wrong in the morning, and how Alyssa escaped from the control of the siren with the help of Elmanai who closed the net in the early morning.

Everyone listened with gusto. Several ladies even took out their smelling salt bottles, covered their chests, and let out horrible cries from time to time.

The men asked to go to the beach to fight the sea monster together.

"Please catch that monster!" screamed Miss Alisa's mother.

"Mum, don't get excited. You're too loud," said Miss Alisa, holding the lady down.

"Did Miss Alisa have such a strong personality?"

"Yeah, although she looks weak on the outside, she is really good and strong." The blond nobleman subconsciously replied, before realizing it, he suddenly turned to Ursula Watson who had moved to his side at some point.

The other party was staring intently at the mother and daughter in the middle of the crowd.Feeling his gaze, she tilted her head slightly and smiled.

"Good morning, Mr. Hayden. I am Ursula Watson, my fellow car."

"Um, uh, hello, Miss Watson. When did you come here?" Earl Hayden was puzzled by Ursula's charming smile, but he quickly regained consciousness and asked.

Ursula noticed the other's reaction and smiled even more. "We arrived almost at the same time as everyone else. We originally wanted to visit Mr. Elmanay and take us to experience fishing, but we didn't expect to encounter such a thing. But luckily, there was no danger, right?"

"That's right." Hayden seemed to find it difficult to take his eyes off the witch's face, so he simply turned his head and looked at his fiancée. "Hopefully there will be no more problems. We can get to London safe and sound."

"Are you going to have a wedding in London?" Ursula continued to chat with the other party, holding him back from approaching Miss Alisa.

"Yes, miss." Seeing that Miss Alisa was about to leave with her mother, he hurriedly added, "Please forgive me." He walked forward quickly and held the hand of his lost and recovered fiancée.

Eric Holmes withdrew from the departing crowd and returned to Ursula. "You turned on the talent charm on that nobleman."

"Yes, because I want to prove something." Ursula said frankly, without the slightest embarrassment of doing bad things in front of her fiancé. "That's right, why don't you cover your nose?"

"The smell is not so strong this time." Little Holmes shrugged.

"He seems to love her more," said Ursula. "Emotionally stronger than on a train."

"A friend in need is a friend. Small twists and turns between lovers will deepen the relationship." Eric Holmes replied indifferently.

"Do you see the whole thing, Mr. Holmes?" Ursula suddenly tilted her head to look at him.

"Of course, it's almost clear. I almost added a little detail."

"Then, let's compare. See whose reasoning is closer to the truth." Ursula raised her head.

"Of course, but since it's a competition, there must be a prize?" Little Holmes looked at Ursula who suddenly became elated with interest. "What are you planning to do?"

"Then how about the loser write the record of this case for the winner?" Ursula said after thinking for a while. "The kind that Uncle John wrote to Mr. Sherlock Holmes. The loser also promises to publish it as a novel."

"It's a deal." Eric Holmes agreed immediately. "Then I have a sure win, Watson. Remember to choose a better name."

"Not necessarily, Mr. Holmes." Ursula smirked. "Please don't underestimate girls, especially she is a witch. I think the title of magical girl detective is no worse than your half-demon detective."

The two contracted couples, who had their own thoughts, looked at each other hypocritically and smiled, and clapped their hands together as an oath.It set the initial tone for the new genre of fantasy detective fiction, which would again hit both sides of the Atlantic two months later.