Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Watson wanted to rest in his room until dinner time. Yes, he originally planned to do so. After all, he didn't even go to the restaurant for lunch. He just asked the waiter of the passenger ship to deliver two sandwiches and a cup of coffee.

However, it was the cup of coffee that went bad.

"Pigeon's blood red from Burma." Ursula looked at the gemstone fished out of the coffee and said to Dr. Watson, "Looking at this unique fluorescence, it's really fascinating."

"You can show off to Sherlock later." Ursula teased her uncle with a smile. "After all, this is not the mutated red corundum that was rescued from the goose's belly because of the janitor's Christmas dinner, but you rescued it from under the mouth with your own kiss."

"Oh, Ursula." Dr. Watson touched his throat apprehensively. "Thank you for my habit of putting sugar in coffee and stirring it. I don't have the physiological structure to swallow stones like birds, and I almost choked on this big stone."

God knows how complicated he felt when he encountered a hard object other than sugar cubes in his coffee with a stirring spoon.As a doctor, he can imagine many cases of death caused by foreign objects stuck in the throat.

Ursula patted Dr. Watson's shoulder sympathetically, and the two of them felt that they had turned into an accident physique since boarding the ship, and then carefully observed the uninvited guest.

"It's almost the size of a sugar cube." She placed a sugar cube to compare with the gem. "I smell money."

"How much is it worth?" Dr. Watson asked curiously, he didn't know much about the specific valuation of this kind of jewelry.

"Ten to twenty thousand pounds is already there. If it is auctioned several times, it will not be worth it." Ursula looked at this rare ruby, which is estimated to be twenty carats and does not seem to have any flaws.

"The waiter is hiding? No, it's impossible for someone to put the gem in a cup of coffee that is sure to be drunk. How did it get into your coffee?" Ursula lay on the table to see it was properly disposed of, A gem on a handkerchief, beyond comprehension.

"I'll call back the waiter who brought me lunch again." Dr. Watson thought for a while and said. "Ask about the situation. Although I think he may not know, this is the only clue now."

He rang the service bell, then turned to Ursula with a sudden thought: "You didn't go to lunch."

"..." Ursula was silent, and Eric's face with a too sweet smile appeared in her mind.She needs some time to refresh her memory, to erase this magical image, instead of continuing to strengthen it at lunch time.

"Meet Eric?" Dr. Watson responded quickly to matters related to Mr. Holmes. "Already know each other?"

He looked regretful that he had missed something important.

"Just introduced himself, and his performance was very strange when he said it."

"What did he do?" Dr. Watson was alert.

"Just... pretending," Ursula said, flipping the gem. "I'm playing a guy whose personality is completely different from his. It's probably a fool who doesn't understand people and refuses."

"For what?" Dr. Watson was astonished, not much less surprised than when he discovered the gem. "Although he promised to pretend he didn't know him, there's no need for him to do so."

"Maybe it's for cliche?" Ursula frowned remembering the other party's intentional relationship with the French youth. "I just got on the boat, what do you need him to use his acting skills to say?"

"Ok?"

Watson and his nephew looked at each other, then looked down at the gem, and said in unison: "That 'he'!"

"If Eric also encounters some strange things, then this trip will really become interesting." Miss Witch smiled with her cheeks on her cheeks. Taking this kind of plot in traditional detective novels to stop the murderer is no better than breaking heads with perverts. Make more sense?

This is the "normal" life! Ursula clenched her fist. Although the meaning of this normality has been deviated, the girl who witnessed the normal human investigation process for the first time was moved.

Dr. Watson watched his niece suddenly made a strange "Yes!" gesture, silently looked away, and chose to open the door for the waiter by himself.He actually wanted to ask Ursula if he wanted to talk to Eric and exchange information, but... Forget it, he should do it by himself.

"Hello, sir, what are your orders?" Fortunately, it was the same waiter who came this time, and he should be assigned to the regular service room of Dr. Watson.

"Come in first? May I have a few words with you?" Dr. Watson said.

"Of course, sir. But I can't stay too long, and I have other tasks to deal with." The young male waiter was a little puzzled.

"Just a few words." Dr. Watson stepped aside, beckoning him to enter the door, and then closed the door.

"There was a rock in the coffee you sent, it almost got my uncle stuck!"

Before the poor doctor could organize his words, his niece spoke first. She reprimanded the waiter in an arrogant manner that made him look at him. She looked like a very bad-tempered young lady.

"Stone?" The waiter asked in surprise. "You're joking, miss. How could there be stones in the coffee?"

Ursula took a deep breath, stood up, and suddenly missed the joy she had when little Holmes was around, because she was really not good at clichés.

"Isn't this the question I asked you?" The girl slapped the table, and the tea set was shaken, startling the two men opposite.

Dr. Watson subconsciously looked at the position of the ruby, but found that it was empty.

"My uncle is so old (Dr. Watson's heart: no, no, I think I'm in my prime), and his hair is gray! (That's not because of old age! I'm only in my early forties! That's what Holmes worried about earlier , when he came back to life, his hair didn’t grow gray anymore!)”

Ursula spoke to the other as intimidatingly as possible.

"So, you don't want to admit that you're doing such a bad job to a poor old gentleman (Dr. It's impossible for a bad guy to admit his negligence."

"You are so kind! You actually thought he was unintentional." She didn't give Dr. Watson a chance to interject, and she turned her head and complained after finishing typing in one breath.

"Ah, I think..." Dr. Watson could only go along with her, playing a nice gentleman. "We still have to think about the good of people, maybe..."

"You said that maybe he went to another place? Don't be kidding, this is the sea. A stone fell on the way from the kitchen. It was intentional! I wanted to hurt people! I want to complain! Tell his superiors!" The latter two The word Ursula was literally screaming.

"I'm sorry!" Obviously, the sonic threat was very effective. Although the waiter hadn't figured out the situation, he responded very quickly to the complaint: "I was wrong, miss, sir."

"I admit that I brought the coffee and didn't bring it directly, but I just took the meal and went to the deck for a while."

"Which deck, and what?" Ursula demanded.

"Just the Promenade Deck, but for God's sake, I swear it wasn't some dereliction of duty, I was trying to bring something for my colleague!"

"What about other than that?"

"Not going anywhere!"

"Who is your colleague, did you put down the dinner plate when you came into contact with him?"

"Put it down, and I opened the lid to show him what the customer ordered, but for a split second, we didn't even touch the coffee!"

"Okay, your attitude is not bad." Ursula raised her chin slightly and took a soft breath: "Then let me ask the last question. If you still answer honestly, then I can consider letting the past go."

"Where did you and your colleagues meet, the specific location. Is there any place on it where people can stand for pranks or put things that may carry land stones."

"Ah!! It's the deck of the lifeboat! I'm right below that, the dirt on it must have been blown down by the sea wind!"

"That place hasn't been cleaned at all because no customers go there." The waiter suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Oh~" Ursula and Dr. Watson looked at each other, but no one went up, maybe there was someone up there at that time.

What's going on with this ship, there are plots everywhere.

"It looks like I'll have to see the captain before dinner." Dr. Watson picked up his hat.

"Sir? I really didn't mean it." The waiter panicked.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to sue you." Dr. Watson reassured: "You also have to go with me, and you need to describe the whole process of delivering coffee to the captain."

"But, why is that, sir." The waiter obviously couldn't understand this kind of operation.

"Because of this little pebble you've brought, it's worth a fortune." Ursula took out her handkerchief, spread it out, and showed the poor waiter the pretty little flame.

"Oh, my God! This is a stone! Oh, my God!" The waiter who has served the first-class cabin all year round obviously understands the value of this gem.

"Aren't you going with me?" Dr. Watson saw that Ursula was still sitting there.

"Not going, and not going to dinner. Please explain to Mr. Captain that your weak niece needs to be quiet because of fright, and she is doomed to miss the captain's dinner on the first night."

"You!" Dr. Watson looked at Ursula pretending to be heart-warming. He was too clear about the real reason for not going, and shook his head. "Remember to lock the door for me when you go back."

Then he walked off with the emotional waiter.

At the first dinner on the cruise ship, in a restaurant filled with glamoured, so-called upper-class people, Eric "coincidentally" sat at a table with Paul Duran.

Probably because London is in the social season, and Egypt is also beginning to be sweltering at this time, so the passengers going to Egypt have not filled the restaurant that can accommodate a maximum of [-] people, and there are even fewer female passengers. He has already seen several tables. It's an all-men's mix.

Although Egypt in this era can be considered a tourist choice for the British, Paris is obviously more popular with women when the unearthed cultural relics are not sensational enough.

His eyes inadvertently swept across the face of a gentleman chatting with the same table not far away, then passed by a couple in front of him who was not in a good mood, and finally stopped at the captain's table.

"Huh?" Little Holmes stroked his chin. Dr. Watson actually went to sit at the same table as the captain.Seats are arranged according to status, and those who can sit at the same table with the captain are the VIPs who live in luxury suites.

Dr. Watson and them bought ordinary first-class tickets, and it was never heard that Dr. Watson and the captain were old?It seemed that something miraculous had happened in his absence, and under Mr. Duran's resentful gaze, young Holmes crossed the two empty seats opposite them and began to chat with him.

"She didn't come." Eric said regretfully.

"This location is too coincidental!" Paul Duran looked around their table, and the two people's name tags were next to each other. "What did you do?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. Our rooms are lined up together, and we haven't made any special requests to the arrangers. Of course we will sit at the same table. By the way, if Miss Watson comes to dinner today, she should sit at the same table." We are facing each other."

"Together?" Paul Duran already knew that he and this overly lively girl lived opposite each other, but Miss Watson, he had never met each other except in the coffee shop.

"She lives in the room next to me. Isn't this an arrangement of fate?" Little Holmes smiled, with a kind of youthful love.

"How do you know?" The French youth was shocked.

"Of course I asked the waiter what you were thinking." Eric glanced at the other party and asked curiously.

"By the way, do you know that is Mr. Watson!"

"I do not know."

"But I want to know, waiter!" Little Holmes called to a passing waiter.

"Do you know where Mr. Watson is?"

"Mr. Watson!" The voice of the male waiter suddenly rose. "You see, the gentleman on the captain's right is Mr. Watson."

"Why do you look excited when you mention the other party?"

"Ah, I'm sorry sir. Because it's so amazing, I can't say it now. The captain should tell everyone later." There was a little smugness in his tone, his face flushed because he knew the secret in advance. "I can't tell in advance."

"Oh?" Little Holmes let go of the other party, and for the first time he was very interested in the speech of the captain of the cruise ship.

"What the hell is it? It's mysterious." Paul Duran complained. "You're not really going to take the initiative to get to know Mr. Watson, are you?"

"Of course, since you have decided to pursue Miss Watson, how can you not get on good terms with her elders? He will also be my uncle in the future!" Little Holmes said in a rather optimistic and naive tone.

The French youth choked speechlessly. He wanted to complain, but he suddenly closed his mouth because he saw something suddenly.

Little Sherlock Holmes, who was sitting next to him, of course noticed the look from the corner of the table, but he looked back generously and raised his glass to respect each other from a distance.

The man with the corner of his mouth turned down was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously raised his wine glass in return.

Then he received a slightly childish smiley face.

Eric Holmes always has an old-fashioned appearance, and he is really reliable, so people around him will always forget that he has just grown up and is still a half-grown child.

So when he played a carefree and innocent young man with his beautiful face inherited from his mother, there was no sense of disobedience in the eyes of strangers.

For strangers, this definitely does not include Dr. Watson who found him from the corner of the eye. He finally understood why Ursula would rather hide in her room than come out to eat melons despite her strong curiosity.It's really uncomfortable for Holmes to laugh like this, and his fists itch.

Dr. Watson quickly withdrew his gaze and decided not to look at Eric this evening.

Ding!

The goblet was knocked.

Attracting the attention of the guests, the captain stood up holding a glass of champagne.

"Everyone, welcome to the Perel. Here, on behalf of all the staff, I wish you all a wonderful trip."

After everyone returned their thanks, he did not sit down, but took out a small box.

"It is said that the meaning of travel is to meet interesting people and things. Thanks to the legendary experience of dear Dr. Watson, we encountered a new and strange thing on the first day of the voyage." It can be heard that the captain is very good at speeches , which are obviously ordinary words, but he said them with great contagion.

"A ruby ​​that fell from the sky!" Speaking of which, the captain had no choice but to lose such a precious ruby ​​on his ship. It would not be a good thing for him. Although it fell into the hands of Dr. Watson by chance, it would still happen Make passengers feel distrustful of the safety of their belongings.

He originally secretly asked all the passengers in the first class who had registered their valuables, but surprisingly, none of them admitted that they had lost something.So he went to send someone to conduct an investigation in the second-class cabin, but it was still calm.

"Damn it!" said Captain Phillips, holding up the round-cut pigeon's blood ruby, feeling troubled.They will temporarily stop at a port tomorrow. Some short-distance passengers will disembark, and long-distance passengers can also go down for a short walk.So if the owner cannot be found today, it will be very troublesome to move people after the ship docks, whether it is to find the owner or the thief.

"Then let's announce it as a strange event. Since no one said that he lost something, it's not a security incident." The first officer suggested.

Dr. Watson also agreed: "In this way, we can observe the reaction of the passengers on the spot, and the passengers will move themselves to find the owner. After all, it is such a big gem and it is very topical. And if the investigation work is expanded, it will be the same as Everyone knows it makes no difference."

That's why the captain suddenly reveals the gem.

Dr. Watson stood up, and slowly narrated a very dramatic story about a cup of lunch coffee to the guests present in his unique storytelling method that he had written for many years on Sherlock Holmes.

Dr. Watson is indeed a man who was evaluated by Sherlock Holmes as "overemphasizing the thrilling and tense plot". The effect of telling the story by him is obvious. The emotions of the audience are aroused. When the story ended, the audience burst into loud noises as expected.

Unclaimed rubies at a high price are very rare, and they still fall out of coffee.

Paul Duran was also emotionally moved, he instantly forgot the previous experience of being tricked by this person, and excitedly said to Eric: "Miss Watson's uncle actually encountered such a wonderful thing, it's like a plot in a detective novel !"

"You're right! It's too much of a detective story." Eric kept his character up to date, and he immediately entered the state of curiosity about such mysterious events that is unique to boys of this age, with an excited expression and a French youth We chatted together.

Once the chatterbox was opened, it continued.

The two were surprised to find that their personalities were very similar to each other, their hobbies were similar, and even their aesthetics for girls were basically the same, a girl with dark hair and bright eyes.

"Take care of me, man. I've always been good at chasing girls for friends, Richard...I mean I helped an old friend of mine marry his wife." The blue eyes of the French youth gleamed , He has never met such a speculative friend.

"Hey, let's have breakfast together tomorrow?" Eric patted each other on the shoulder, and the two brothers said nicely.

"certainly!"

Eric looked at Dr. Watson deliberately not looking this way from the corner of his eye, and smiled.

Ursula didn't wander out of her room until late at night. She borrowed the power of the wind and climbed up to the top deck a few times. She took advantage of the firelight to wander among the lifeboats that were fixed properly. Now, no dust can be expected to leave footprints.

She didn't find any clues, and didn't want to go back for a while, because she slept too much in the afternoon, so she simply walked to the guardrail, sat on it, dangled her legs in the air, and looked up at the clear starry sky that she hadn't seen for a long time after living in London.

This long-distance cruise ship is sailing on the Atlantic Ocean, slowly leaving the dominion of the Ziweiyuan group of stars above 50 degrees north latitude, and approaching the stern of the huge Argonaut in the night sky.The huge constellations set by two different ancient civilizations (China and ancient Greece) were miraculously linked together by the migration of humans in this steam age.

Ursula was wearing a black trouser suit, custom-made very close to the modern style that blends perfectly into the darkness, but on her feet was a pair of nineteenth-century embroidered slip-ons.

The soul of a different world just sits on top of a steamship that looks like a modern cruise ship, because no one can see it anyway, and she also let go of the delicate hair that she braids every day, leaving behind what can only be said to be a half-finished product for girls of this era. of a long ponytail.

The only thing in this world that Ursula is familiar with is the starry sky that will not change much for hundreds of years, and the witch's natural closeness to the stars makes the girl who hasn't seen the normal sky for a long time fascinated by it.

The magic ignited warm air, wrapped her body, and allowed her to lean back.Just as Ursula was lost in a mysterious thought, a wet, cold paw gripped her ankle.

"The mermaid is on board?" She was startled, and tried to break free from the claws of some kind of humanoid creature, but Ursula's flames and strange power, which even the demon knights could not bear, could not do anything with this iron-like hand .In the process of stepping on the opponent with her other free foot, she was also caught instead.

Afterwards, Miss Witch felt that the other party exerted force, and she was dragged off the railing inexplicably. Amidst the sound of clothes and fabrics reacting to the air current, she and the creature fell headfirst into the churning black sea.

Wait a minute, although she is on the deck, she is on the top of the ship! What a strange mermaid crawling from the bottom of the sea to the top! Ursula flashed past the huge decks and cabins during the fall. , suddenly reacted.

But at this time she couldn't open her mouth because of the weird air pressure.

thump!

"What's that sound?" The inspecting crew member on the lower deck leaned over the railing and looked down. It seemed that something silvery and shiny flashed in his peripheral vision just now.

"Dolphins!" His companion pointed to the few dolphins that had been chasing and playing with the cruise ship. This kind of creature, whose left and right brains rest alternately, is still full of energy at night, jumping in the eddy current.

"I really envy their spirit heads." The crew member who heard the voice shook his head, yawned, and walked away with his companions with a light.

A sea-blue embroidered dancing shoe, under the action of buoyancy, slowly floated to the surface of the sea, and was noticed by curious sea elves, who regarded it as a new toy.