Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Ursula looked around at the empty seats in the coffee shop where there were almost no people at this point, and looked at the passerby strangely.

"I think it's quite empty here, you don't have to squeeze in here."

"It's because there aren't any young people around, so I want to have a table with you." The other party laughed, showing no intention of leaving.

This must be a Frenchman, Ursula judged from the accent.

"Coffee is not wine, miss. It's not suitable for drinking alone." The young man continued to work hard. He had a pair of particularly conspicuous blue eyes and straw-colored dark blonde hair.

Ha, absolutely French, strike up a conversation and the so-called cafe culture, not interested in the blonde type at all, the most important thing is that Ursula, who is a little disappointed that the visitor is a stranger, intends to formally reject the other party, to show that he just likes a When the person was in a daze, a voice sounded in the ear again.

"In that case, count me in too!" A black-haired young man came and stood in front of the table at some point, and he blinked his silver-gray eyes at the girl very lively.

"How about a cup of coffee, my dear lady."

Ursula looked up again, and she was shocked to see this guy who jumped in the queue burst out at her with an over-sweet... smirk.

Who can tell her who this silly Baitian is?Eric, what are you doing, do you know that your character is broken!She screamed inwardly.

"Who are you!" On the surface, Ursula still maintained a cold expression, she narrowed her eyes, and her tone was quite rude, anyway, it was much more rude than she was to the French youth just now.

"Eric Holmes, miss." He slightly raised the brim of his hat, not dissuaded by the girl's attitude at all. She took a place to sit.

Just sit down like this?

This move stunned the young Frenchman who was standing aside, not knowing whether he should sit down with the same cheekiness or ask this beautiful lady who doesn't seem easy to approach.

"Ursula Watson," said the girl suddenly and coldly.

Then the two people sitting together looked at the French youth.

"...Huh? Ah! Hello, Miss Watson." Before he could figure out whether to sit down or not, he was awakened by the probing eyes of the two. "My name is Paul Duran."

Eric didn't know what kind of weird role-playing he was doing today. He was extremely enthusiastic, stood up and pulled out a chair, and pressed the other party firmly in the position opposite Ursula.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Duran. Would you like a cup of coffee? See what i'm talking about, of course I want to drink coffee when I come here." He happily returned to his seat and called the waiter to order.

"Latte, oh no, no, look at my memory, you are French, you should say Ou Lei, right, you want to drink Ou Lei." He raised his head from the menu and looked at the blue-eyed woman Mr. Duran.

"It's all right." Paul Duran was confused by this overly active guy, and didn't bother about what kind of coffee to drink.

"A cup of cappuccino! A cup of O'Leary!" Little Holmes happily snapped his fingers with an unknown character.

Ursula rested her elbows on the table, propped her chin, looked him sideways, and then, on the tenth time he smiled, came to the same conclusion as a famous hero in the history of English literature: he smiled Too much!

"Oh, here comes the coffee." Eric said cheerfully. The silver gray is always shiny. To others, he looks like a completely careless young man who has just grown up, is still childish, and has a very good temper. people.

"Miss Watson, you..." Mr. Duran said to Ursula after taking a sip of his coffee.

"Miss Watson, are you traveling alone?" Little Holmes didn't drink coffee immediately, but approached the indifferent Ursula and asked enthusiastically.

"No, I'm with my uncle." Ursula rolled her eyes after meeting young Sherlock Holmes, and glanced lightly at the French youth who was interrupted and in a state of bewilderment.She actually didn't understand the meaning of Eric's detaining him, but...

"Mr. Duran, are you alone?" She suddenly bent her honey-colored eyes and smiled. This kind of smile suddenly appeared on her originally cold face, which was very contrasting.

"Ah, no, I'm not, no, no, I mean I boarded the boat alone, hahaha." Mr. Duran was amazed by the girl's smile for a moment, corrected his slip of the tongue in a hurry, and said with a dry smile.

"By the way, what about you. Uh, Fowle..."

"Holmes, we look about the same age. You don't need to add anything, just call me Holmes. I am traveling alone like you. What is this called, a pre-university study tour, a tour of ancient Egyptian culture?" Eric laughed loudly laugh.

Without waiting for a response from Mr. Duran, he turned to Ursula again.

"Darling, do you like Egypt too? Are you going to see the pyramids too? I can accompany you."

"..." Where did this strange character design come from!Playboy?No, it's more like that, clingy little milk dog?But have you forgotten, you seem to be a few months older than me, what are you acting like, Mr. Detective.

Ursula was struck by that darling, and in the months they had known each other Eric had called her dearest Ursula.

"My uncle will accompany me, don't bother." She tried to keep a straight face.

"Your uncle will be there at dinner time." He was not shocked, but had a new idea. "I must say hello to him, and then we can go together."

The Frenchman on the opposite side was stunned. He felt that those who criticize the French for being too proactive and sometimes inappropriate in courting ladies should have a look. It is obvious that the British should wear this hat. Anyway, he would never be so cheeky Haunting a girl whose face was already impatient.

What about gentlemanly demeanor?British!

"Did you go to Egypt this time to visit the pyramids?" The girl looked helpless. She chose to ignore the rude request made by the guy named Holmes, and then turned to the French youth to reopen the topic.

"Please say something!" For some reason, he actually saw the meaning in the eyes of this originally indifferent girl. Could this be the legendary tacit understanding!

Paul Duran received encouragement and regained his energy: "No, I'm going to do business. Some family business matters."

"In Egypt?" Ursula asked in surprise, a Frenchman who was doing business now that it was clear that the British power had the upper hand in Egypt.

"Are you going to buy or sell?" Ursula asked tentatively. She asked this because France was "helping" the Egyptian people to build the Suez Canal.

"No, it's just...ha, let me tell the truth, I actually came out to play under the banner of helping the elders inspect the industry." He leaned back in the chair, spread his hands and smiled.

"So there is a lot of time. If you need any help from me, I will be happy to help you." The blond French youth hinted.

It doesn't feel very smart either.Ursula carefully observed the expression of the other party's speech. Naturally, according to her preliminary judgment, she felt that Duran was not lying, but he was just a rich French kid who was doing nothing.

But for such a person, what is Eric's intention in inquiring about him?

She couldn't help turning her head to look at Mr. Detective beside her. Speaking of which, this guy was really aggressive. Even though the table was so big, the distance between the two of them was so close that their knees would touch each other.Ursula didn't dare to change her position for fear of bumping into her opponent.

At this time, Eric Holmes was drinking the cappuccino he ordered. After feeling Ursula's sight, he immediately put down his coffee cup and smiled at her.

After laughing for a while, he found that the girl was staring at the corner of his mouth. He reacted quickly, and immediately wiped it with his left thumb, and then checked.

Sure enough, it was thick milk foam with a little bit of coffee on it, and against Ursula's suspicious look of what the hell are you doing, he chuckled softly.

Next, Eric did not choose to take out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth, but wiped it lightly with his thumb, and then tentatively licked it with the tip of his tongue to confirm that the milk powder was indeed clean.

"Ursula, do you want to try it too?" He suddenly looked directly into the Miss Witch's eyes and asked with a smile.

"Try what?" Ursula was actually attracted by the slightly sensual gesture of wiping her mouth in front of the other party, and he startled her by speaking suddenly, so she didn't notice that the other party took another step closer to the address , directly to the name.

"Huh? Of course it's cappuccino!" Little Holmes said innocently to the panicked girl while wiping his hands with a napkin. "Want to drink? I see your latte has been sitting there for a long time, and it hasn't been moved much. Have another one?"

Drink you ghost!Ursula drank the cold coffee, stood up, and looked down at the two men.

"Gentlemen, take your leave, I want to go back to my room to rest."

"Ah, oh. All right. Good-bye, Miss Watson." Mr. Duran was stunned by Ursula's sudden and heroic drinking. , it seems that the response is really not very fast.

thought Ursula, picking up her hat and walking out of the restaurant without looking back, turning her head every now and then, relieved to find that Eric hadn't caught up, but she had to admit she was a little disappointed emotions inside.

"What the hell is this fellow doing!" Ursula murmured, throwing herself on the bunk in her own room.

The two men watched the girl leave.

Paul Duran couldn't help but looked at this Mr. Holmes. He was actually surprised that the other party was sitting here honestly, and didn't catch up with him and asked to send him to the room.

"Hey, let's talk, buddy." Little Holmes turned to face Paul Duran when Ursula disappeared behind the door of the cafe.

"I fell in love with Miss Watson at first sight. I want to pursue her. Can you help me, Mr. Duran," he said quite plainly.

"Huh?" This romantic Frenchman had never heard such a weird request in his lifetime.

"You are not mistaken, Mr. Holmes. Don't you see it? I also have a certain affection for Miss Watson? You ask me for help?"

"Then will you propose to her?" Eric still smiled brightly, and his tone was lively and kind.

"Marriage proposal?" Paul Duran, who was naturally close to beautiful girls, felt a little dizzy. "I didn't think so far, we just met Miss Watson."

"But I will. My next plan is to propose to her. My plan is to try to win her heart before we reach Egypt. If you don't have the determination, please help me, can you? Mr. Duran " Eric Holmes asked in a rather sincere tone.

"Otherwise, I'll treat you as my rival in love and officially declare war. I'll keep an eye on you and won't let you get close to Ursula." He changed his voice and said.Although the tone is still very relaxed, the threat to the French youth who is in other troubles is too great, and the possibility of being watched is too dangerous.

"Just... this..." Paul Duran raised his forehead, what is all this, his purpose at the beginning was really just to chat with beautiful girls.

"Okay, okay, I give up, I'll help you!" Mr. Duran said weakly.

"Then replace the wine with coffee and wish me success?" Seeing this, Eric picked up the coffee cup with satisfaction and greeted Paul Duran.

when!

A pair of bone china coffee mugs with blue rims and white backgrounds collided.

Ursula, who didn't know anything about what happened in the coffee shop after she left, was lying on the bed reading a book, "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" specially brought by her to add to the atmosphere of the trip.After all, as she said before departure, the passenger ship with so many people will not give her the chance to meet any magical creatures, and the laws of the world will drive those elves to subconsciously avoid the route.

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt a chill. She looked at her arms and got up to add an extra shawl.

"Is it going to change the sky?" Miss Witch looked at the still sunny sky outside the viewing window, confused.