Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

In the coffee shop of the Perel passenger ship, there are passengers sitting in twos and threes, enjoying the first cup of coffee at the beginning of the journey, but more passengers choose to enjoy the magnificence of the sea on the promenade deck, and the staff of the cruise ship are also very considerate There are some holiday-style seats and small coffee tables in the corners, and several large parasols are set up for VIPs to use.But these cute pink striped lounge chairs are not used by many people for the time being. After all, the sailing has just begun, and everyone has a soft spot for gathering closer to the guardrail from the sea.

However, there are still exceptions. For example, Eve Burton is not in the mood to look at the sea. She is having a fierce quarrel with her husband, and she is in this small corner where no one stays for the time being.

"It's wrong to do this! George!" Eve Bolton lowered her voice, but her emotions were very intense.

"No, Eve. We are right." George Bolton pressed his wife's shoulder, his gaze firm. "You have to believe that we are right! All this is his own doing."

"Can……"

"This isn't revenge, it's justice. Honey, think about the bad things he has done! Aren't those people pitiful?" He earnestly induced his restless wife, holding her tightly hands.

Eve Bolton was silent, but she couldn't help trembling and asked her husband in a low voice: "What if we are discovered."

"As long as we go according to plan, no one will find out, everything is arranged."

Eve Burton was finally moved by her husband's confident attitude, and she nodded with a pale face. "I understand, I will work hard for..."

The latter word was blurred by the sea breeze because of her lowering voice.The two embraced, wanting to give each other the strength to support each other through this intimate contact.

"Let's go, honey, it's almost lunch time, let's go back to the room and have a rest."

The two left hand in hand, and the place was restored to tranquility

The angle of a parasol suddenly changed, revealing a girl wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat dyed blue. She looked around and made sure that the couple would not turn back again. "So, why didn't they talk in their own cabins in the first place," said the gentleman with the mustache in his prime of life.

"Maybe it's because of the lack of sound insulation? Knowing the noisy wind and waves on the vast deck, compared to the quiet room where you don't know who the neighbors are, and whether you hold a cup to eavesdrop on your hobbies, it will make people feel safer." The gentleman thought for a while and answered his niece in this way.

These uncles and nephews were Dr. Watson and Ursula. The two looked at the white waves from the bow of the boat, and then they stayed away from the crowd who were still fresh to the sea on the first day, and nestled in a shady corner for a drink. The soda, of course, according to Ursula, was for health, and the sun and wind at sea were not good for the health of the skin.

"What do you think?" Ursula asked Dr. Watson. "In this noisy sea breeze, can you hear the prelude to the murder movement?"

"Of course, it's deafening." Dr. Watson sat up straight: "Although I don't know who the 'he' refers to, I think we should pay attention to it. Prevention of crime is always better than investigation."

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Eric Holmes didn't come out of his room until close to lunch time. It's not that he deliberately hides in the room to reduce and the two will definitely have an "I don't know you" attitude towards him now. Watson meets.It's that he has always been used to the obsessive-compulsive style of taking one step and watching ten steps, and he is wary of going to sea.

It is true that a large cruise ship full of human passengers will not encounter any ghost ship or siren raids in this era under the balance of the laws of this world and the next world.You must know that all the supernatural legends circulating in the market will only happen on freighters with no more than a hundred crew members, long-distance fishing boats with no more than ten people at most, and those private boats.

And even if it is a large freighter with a large number of staff, it claims to be an eyewitness, that is, only three or two people on duty at night.

"Human fantasy has surpassed magic itself," Ursula commented.

The time for the first speech was the night before the departure, after the dinner on Baker Street, Holmes and Watson naturally talked about various ocean fantasy legends that existed on the voyage ship.

"I think the story logic of these encounters with sea monsters that happened on a ship instead of land, oh, the sea monsters are okay, mainly the sea monsters, is problematic."

"Since the sea monsters are so terrifying and powerful, why can this person sit in a tavern on land and drink rum after meeting them?"

"The sole survivor of a mass witnessing event sounds outrageous, and...uh..." Ursula was thinking of adjectives.

"Fiction?" Dr. Watson answered the question for her.

"That's right, anyway, I don't believe it. Unless there are more than 20 people who can clearly describe the event process when they met the same siren or the same ship at the same time." No awareness of being a witch. "Otherwise I would call it the old sailor's bragging or the Nautilus' prank." ("Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" was published in 1870)

This overly scientific statement caused another supernatural creature present to laugh silently.

Ursula glared at Eric, who was disrupting the situation, and then continued to speak. She felt that a good witch like herself who adhered to the law of mystery and secrecy should be awarded by Merlin.Look at those divination carriages exuding magical elements in the city of London, and look at this half-elf who unscrupulously arranges out-of-season flowers at home.

"When it comes to [-] miles under the sea, we have more reason to believe that those legends are outrageous. Not many people would have heard the story of encountering a siren and a mermaid from a whaling ship. For whalers, those fictional The story of the active attack of the siren is nothing more exciting and real than the story of those long-distance ships meeting the Moby Dick-like great white whale who fought back because of human greed." Speaking of this, Ursula frowned.

In this era, Europeans and Americans have begun to whaling, and the marine biologists of this era are not the same as those of later generations. They don't care much about the life and death of the huge marine angels who have been hunted to the Arctic sea. , if given the chance, I might be interested in participating in it, so that I can add a new cetacean skeleton specimen to the museum where I work.

This is an era in which human beings are most arrogant towards nature, and an era in which they completely plunder nature.

Ursula stopped talking at this sudden tumbling thought.

But another person spoke up.

"Maybe except for a few special people, everyone else will lose their memory after waking up under the siren's song? That's why there are only a few witnesses."

The speaker of this sentence was actually Mr. Holmes. Seeing Ursula's frightened expression, he also smiled, and he deliberately lowered his voice.

"Then no one noticed that there was one person missing on board, and he just disappeared into the world naturally."

"You're already in the category of horror stories," Dr. Watson interrupted his friend.

"How come? It's still a human crime story, old man. While the origins of the kraken and merfolk legends are largely untraceable, stories like these fantastical creatures that cause storms or shipwrecks can be. It is the imagination of human beings in the process of conquering the sea, and it is intriguing to use singing to lure the crew to jump into the sea during the night watch." Mr. Holmes knocked down his pipe.

"In ancient times, ships far away from human city-states were small societies with their own precepts. This has not changed due to the changes of the times. The bustling high seas are a good place for evil to grow."

"Wait a little longer, when we reach the high seas, we will do it!"

A young male voice interrupted little Holmes' memories. He raised his eyebrows, silently retreated to his cabin, held the doorknob, and closed the door lightly.

Under the influence of Eric's cat-like physique and the thick carpet in the corridor of the first-class cabin, there was no sound at all.

"Get things ready." It was the same male voice, a little closer. To be fair, the other party's voice was already very low, but to a half-elf's ears, whispering in such a small space was like holding a trumpet in the ear. Like broadcasting loudly.

"Don't worry, 'he' will definitely not be able to escape this time." Another man's voice sounded, with a French accent. "Richard..."

"Shh, don't call me by my name." The first male voice said. "Didn't you agree to pretend not to know each other?"

"Oh! I was too excited, and I won't do it again." The man who was judged by Holmes as a person from the south of France apologized repeatedly.

The footsteps of the two of them passed Eric's door together, and then separated. According to the sound, one entered the guest room three rooms away from him, while the other turned around and walked back, leaving the cabin area.

Little Holmes didn't go out immediately. He counted twenty silently, took off his hat, and threw it on a chair far away. door.

However, he just opened the door and stepped out, and stopped when he took out the key.

"Hey, look at me." Little Holmes patted his head, looking reckless, only to realize that he had forgotten his hat, and rushed back to the room again, this time the door was still not fully closed.

Then he went out again after a full 5 minutes. This time everything was finally in order, the key and the straw hat were all there.Eric then slammed the door of his room, stuffed the key into his pocket, and left humming an unknown tune.

After his back completely disappeared outside the gate, there was a click in the quiet corridor, and a door was closed tightly three rooms away from the young detective's room.

"Hi, miss. Is there anyone sitting here?"

Because Dr. Watson felt dizzy from looking at the sea for a long time, he went back to his room first, so he was alone in the coffee shop to pass the time, and Ursula, who was observing the crowd, suddenly raised her head.