Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"Cheating? What do you mean?" Eric Holmes kept walking, and he looked down at the girl blankly.

"Of course it refers to the fact that you used magic to talk to Mr. Duran." Ursula saw that he was still going to pretend to be stupid, so she directly pointed it out.

"Magic?" Another interrogative sentence spit out from the mouth of the black-haired youth. "Darling, are you saying I used magic?"

Ursula suddenly felt that the questioning method of this sentence was not good, she raised her head and looked at Eric vigilantly.

"It seems that you discovered it, so there's nothing we can do about it." Little Mr. Holmes slowly broke into a smile that could never be called sunshine.

Wait a moment!It's just a small punishment game, why did you even design such a hidden character!It's not about writing a novel, why should it be so complicated!

Ursula, who was used to staring at Eric every day, and the completely defenseless Miss Witch met the silver streamer, and were pulled into the vortex like flowing mercury.

Ursula felt that her spirit was split into two halves when she was drowning. The rational half was bound by silver chains and pulled into the deep sea with magic and spiritual power, unable to make a sound, while the emotional half stayed in the deep sea. The surface of the opponent's spiritual sea completely took over her external performance.

Ursula had never been drunk because she had little interest in alcoholic beverages, but now she suddenly understood what it was like to be drunk.

"I like it so much... I like it so much..." She heard her own voice whispering.

"What do you like so much?" She heard Eric's voice ringing in her ears.

"I like it so much..." The emotional she was involuntarily led to the topic.

"Dancing!" she heard herself laughing.

"I really like dancing!"

"Ok?"

The rational side saw Mr. Detective suddenly froze through the silver mimic water, and laughed too.

"Hahahahaha!"

"You are really..." Ursula couldn't stop laughing, and Eric couldn't maintain the character design anymore. He had to restore his normal eyes, staring at Miss Witch who couldn't stop laughing in the spinning, In the end, I couldn't hold back my expression and smiled.

Johann Strauss Jr.'s forest waltz just entered the last few conclusions, and out of mischief, he directly embraced Ursula's waist, and performed an unexpected lifting and spinning.

It attracted a few short exclamations and sideways glances from the dancers around.

This kind of Volta dance originated from Queen Elizabeth herself, and the popular life is still short. Although the popularity of waltzes that require dance partners to continue to touch the body of the whole audience has no longer caused so much criticism in the upper class, but It still requires physical strength, and if you want to turn beautifully, you also need to pay attention to skills.

"I thought you didn't like dancing." He lifted the girl up and spun again along with the music at the end.

In the last few beats, Ursula landed, but the orchestra did not stop, but went on to play another polka, also by Strauss the Younger, the waltz king of the nineteenth century.

At this moment, Ursula's impression of the eternal cat and mouse, "Talking Polka", made all the dancers jump around and twirl.

"I just don't like being led by a partner." Ursula answered quickly, as the prelude had just begun and she still had time to catch her breath. "I prefer to attack than to be led."

She clearly said so, but her expression was completely relaxed, she did not show the slightest attack power, and was meekly guided by her dance partner.

"Speaking of it, the meaning of social dancing lies in getting acquainted, getting closer, and always having a few words between dance partners so as not to be rude." Eric thought for a while and said, his voice bouncing Also extremely stable.

"But it shouldn't include polka." Ursula took a breath before daring to speak in an increasingly fast pace.

"That's right, but the next game is still a waltz, I'll leave it to you."

"Huh?" Ursula was puzzled.

The two danced normally for a while, and then at the last few beats of the dance music, Little Holmes accelerated, breaking the formation of the crowd on the dance floor, and collided with that Mr. Richard.

"Swap partner time."

I don't know what's going on with the band, but there is still no gap to continue playing the next dance song.

Ursula watched helplessly as the guy who kept saying that he wanted to pursue her actually only danced two dances after saying two dances.

Eric took advantage of the opportunity to invite away the wife who was dancing with Mr. Richard Katzman, leaving the innocent Miss Witch to face Mr. Katzman on the dance floor.

"Uh, Miss Hua..." The other party was stunned because of the unexpected situation, but he reacted very quickly. After watching little Holmes take his partner away, he immediately invited Ursula. dance moves.

To believe in the integrity of Holmes in the investigation process, he is indeed a fool.

Ursula, who sighed deeply in her heart, regained her spirits and looked at the gentleman who was recorded by Eric. As he described, this gentleman also had a serious expression on the dance floor, except that he was indeed Apart from dancing, it is true that the other party's love for dancing is completely invisible.

"Is this your first trip to Egypt too?" Ursula took the initiative to find a topic. She didn't want to talk about health and weather, so she chose to talk about travel.

"No, this is the second time." Richard Katzman answered concisely, pursing his lips.

Then there is no more then.

Ursula did not continue to talk, but lowered her head and concentrated on counting the dance steps.

After being silent for a while, Mr. Katzman stared at the black-haired girl's hair twirling for a while, and suddenly realized that this situation was indeed a bit impolite, so he took the initiative to speak.

"I heard you and Mr. Holmes just now when I was passing by. You said that you like dancing very much?"

"That's right, I just heard that you also like it very much, and you have contributed to this dance."

"That's right."

Then the two of them fell silent again.

"Speaking of which, that ruby..." Mr. Katzman didn't know whether he decided to try harder, or out of curiosity, he spoke again.

"Have you found the owner?" he asked.

"Not at all, just as strange as the owner is an invisible person." Ursula replied, and she was ready for the two to continue the silence.

"Invisible man? Your idea is very interesting." Mr. Katzman's voice suddenly increased.

Ursula was startled, completely bewildered.

But once again this gentleman has begun to express his views on the term "invisible man".

"Do you know "Manuscript in a Bottle"?"

The second came, Ursula counted silently, puzzled by the fact that the people on this ship were either obsessed with plotting or discussing thrillers.

"Read it." So how did the topic change.

"Are you saying that the protagonist is an invisible man? To the crew of the ghost ship."

He solemnly proposed to Ursula, with the solemn tone of the mature youth, a proposal so bizarre that it was ridiculous.

"You may think I'm crazy, but I really think there is such an invisible man on our ship."

"..." Yes, she didn't expect the other party to say such words suddenly with thick eyebrows and big eyes.Ursula thought it might be better for her not to express her opinion so easily.

"He brought the gem on board, and threw it into the cup in front of our faces." He stretched his eyebrows that had been furrowed all the time, and said with a serious expression.

"But what is it for?"

"To remind us of something, of course."

"for example?"

"I don't know." After saying this, he pursed his lips again. "I just had a hunch."

"..." Ursula deliberately showed a slightly embarrassed expression, neither believing nor disbelief.

Fortunately, after the dance was over, the band finally planned to take a break. After she was sent to the seat by Mr. Katzman, she held her chin to see the extremely upright back of the other party, and squinted her eyes.

"Let me just say, Mr. Katzman is a good dance partner." Little Holmes threw himself on the chair next to Ursula after sending his partner back to the rest area.

His spirits were high and his voice was full of joy.

"It's the same as your credit."

She complained angrily, and her eyes stayed on the crowd who stopped to rest in twos and threes.

The red-haired girl was laughing with other young people, the French youth found a somewhat haughty brunette girl to show her courtesies, and the blond boy ran to the orchestra to say something to the conductor.

The serious Mr. Katzman sat among those men who looked very business-like, pursed his lips, and looked serious, even more serious than the old gentleman who was said to be a scholar.The older ladies, with rosy faces after strenuous exercise, gently wiped the crystal clear sweat on their foreheads and necks with handkerchiefs, slowly shaking their fans and whispering.

Ursula compared a picture frame with her hand, and framed this picture of all beings during the prom break.

"It's a bit like an oil painting composition," she thought.

"The name of the lady who danced with me just now is Eve Bolton." Eric continued to say to himself: "Is the name Eve common, I remember that I have an aunt from afar with this name. "

It was the first couple who conspired!Ursula, who had heard the name called by the husband, let go of her hands, and finally turned her head and gave the smiling little Holmes a look.

"Also, I agree with your idea. It really looks like a painting, and it also looks like a novel. No one character and expression are repeated, and no one is similar." He said softly.

This is... Sherlock Holmes-style micro-expression mind reading.

Ursula smiled.

"You haven't gotten off the boat yet, so you don't pretend to be stupid? Or did you write a new character background for yourself?" She recalled Eric's newly updated silly black sweet character design.

"Yes, I thought about it, and temporarily added a role setting for myself. After all, everyone here has a more complicated personality than me, and the purely blackened personality for love has disappeared from everyone." The young detective Straightforwardly.

"Look at girls pretending to be boys, prim and serious young gentlemen, fair-haired French dandies, fiery red-haired girls."

"A married couple, a gentleman, and a servant," continued Ursula.

"Murder, Poe, the unclaimed ruby ​​of great value."

"And..." Little Holmes made a final decision.

"The gentlemen in a chess and card room are not paying attention to playing cards, but waiting for the moment when the door is knocked."

He leaned his upper body slightly and leaned close to the girl's ear, with a bit of aggrieved tone in his tone.

"Among this group of pretenders, it's much harder to lose than to win."

Hearing the information revealed by Eric's coquettish words, Ursula couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"What did Mr. Holmes say?" Miss Anne pulled the displeased Miss Lorena over. Her steps still carried the aftertaste of the previous dance song, and she stopped after three steps, humming intermittently.

Behind him came Paul Duran, who had only recently paid Miss Lorena's attention.

"It shocked you so much, could it be that the marriage proposal failed." She teased, and then she laughed to herself first.

Even if this sentence is a joke, it is a bit presumptuous, but since Ursula knew her, the red-haired girl has always had this kind of personality of saying and doing whatever comes to her mind. What is rare is that the people around the ship They are very tolerant of her, because she is young and lively, and everyone will laugh at those inappropriate words and will not pursue them.

"Annie!" Miss Luo Lina frowned: "It's not good to say that."

"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I just want to see that you are on good terms. I..." The red-haired girl who was dragged by her friend blanked her expression for a moment, and quickly apologized.But halfway through the speech, she felt something was wrong again, so she stopped and pressed her lips lightly.

This action made Ursula's heart skip a beat.

"Do you really want to know what he said to me?"

She pondered for a while, raised her head and smiled at the three people who came.

"This...not...ah, actually, I really want to know!" The red-haired girl pursed her lower lip again, then suddenly smiled, with an extremely gossip expression, she sat down next to Ursula and hugged her Her arm, kissed warmly.

"You can tell me quietly, I will never tell others." She thought about it again and said.

"It's not that troublesome, and there's nothing to say." Ursula put her hand on the other's arm, gently disengaged herself from this too intimate contact, and stood up.

Went to the back of Eric's chair, and...

The girl bent down slightly, and wrapped her white arms around the neck of the young gentleman who was sitting upright.

"Actually...you guessed it right."

Under their perplexed gaze, the young girl's black hair was entangled with the young man's. Her amber eyes lifted slightly, and a golden light flowed through them.

"We just got engaged"

"Huh?" Miss Anne mispronounced a single sound.

"Congratulate me! Dear friend." The girl said very tenderly.

The three young men showed expressions of astonishment together.