Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"It's really surprising." The French youth swallowed, and looked at Eric Holmes, who was sitting upright and seemed no less surprised than him.

"Then, congratulations?" He hesitated, always feeling that the man's expression was a little strange.

"Thank you, excuse me. Right now, I really want to have a private chat with my fiancé." Ursula let go of her arms around her freshly baked fiancé's neck, grabbed his hand, and pulled him away. Out of the ballroom.

"..." Several young people looked at their backs and looked at each other.

Ursula dragged Mr. Detective straight to the deck.

"It's almost there. If you move forward, you will jump into the sea." Eric watched the girl walk forward with her head buried in her head, and said quickly.

"Why is this the case!" Ursula let go of her hand, turned around and leaned against the railing to hold her head.

"You stole my lines, Darling."

"Because I can't stand it anymore. Is it going to a small port tonight?" said Ursula with rare irritability. "The private contact method you mentioned earlier is too slow. I have to bring you back into the group. In this situation, if the two of us receive messages at different speeds, it will be very troublesome."

"What's the trouble?"

"Don't be stupid." Ursula tucked her hair, which was blown by the sea wind, behind her ears. "Obviously you woke me up."

"Wake up what's up, wake up and you realize you're in love with me?" The detective who had an innocent face just now chuckled.

"About...the two of us are not the only ones wearing masks. It's not just the two of us pretending not to know each other." Ursula pointed it out directly.

After hearing this passage, Little Holmes suddenly squatted down.

"What are you doing?" Ursula looked at the other party's strange behavior inexplicably.Especially when he suddenly poked the tip of the soft shoes she was wearing with his index finger with an unusually serious expression.

The girl resisted the urge to kick up.

"I'm watching to see if the soles of your shoes are on the deck." Eric raised his head and rolled his eyes. "Since you took the initiative to break the agreement that you were a stranger on the boat, then my pursuit will be considered a success, right?"

"..."

Finally, Ursula couldn't help it.

"Tell me something serious!"

She looked down with her arms folded, and kicked lightly with the back of her foot. The force was definitely not much stronger than Eric's force on her shoe upper just now.

However, it would not be a Sherlock Holmes if he didn't take the opportunity to touch porcelain at this time.

With a feigned cry of pain, he fell on the deck, lay flat, and then chanted aloud in a very dramatic tone.

"I will say no more, let the performance on stage

Get the rest of the storytelling conveyed.

My words are beyond description.

Please use your imagination.

Imagine that the stage is a big ship. "

(Quoted from the narration of Shakespeare's "Pericles, Prince of Tyre")

"Imagine..." He raised his hand to grab the hand of Miss Witch who squatted down and pinched his face angrily, looked into the other's eyes and continued.

"We are all actors in this sad and happy drama."

"What a show! A horror story!" protested Ursula. "You know what Mr. Katzman said to me when he danced with me?"

"I know, ghost ship, invisible man and so on." Little Holmes laughed, "If you ask me, even a professional actor would have a headache when playing a role that is too far from his own, let alone an ordinary person. "

"Our seemingly serious and shrewd gentleman is the best example. His personality is okay, but it is outrageous to force a fool to play a smart person, especially this gentleman seems to like to add some dramatic aspects to himself. Content, add drama to exaggerate the atmosphere."

"Mr. Katzman is an idiot." Ursula said in surprise. "Are you measured by your IQ?"

"Of course not. If that were the case, there would be few smart people in the world." He sat up, stretched out his hand, and beckoned the girl to give him a hand. "I was comparing him to other guys."

Ursula, however, was not at all fooled by him, and stood up, taking several steps back. "Get up by yourself."

"Ah, is this abandoning me after using it?" Little Holmes pretended to be surprised.

"This boat has become a big stage, so don't add drama to yourself!" Ursula covered her face.

"Okay." Little Holmes patted his trouser legs obediently and stood up, next to Ursula, and also leaned against the railing.

"He's also too taciturn among men, which doesn't fit his personality. If you listen to their conversations, you'll find that he doesn't actually engage in any deep topics."

"Current events and history?" Ursula raised an eyebrow.

"It's about the same. Anyway, it's the ones that successful men talk about, land, factories, bonds, yes, and hunting." He looked up at the sky: "In short, this Mr. Katzman is only talking about When he was talking to the Hound, he took part in a few, oh no, a lot of sentences with great interest. But when the gentlemen turned their heads to talk about business and policy, he was silent."

"If someone insists on asking him to say a few words, then he is just praising another person's point of view. This does not match the background information I got on him."

"Wait a minute, where's the background information?" Ursula interrupted his analysis.

"I have my own secret channel." Eric blinked his left eye.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Ursula took out the candy box in her pocket, picked out a strawberry flavor, stuffed it into her mouth, and hummed softly.

"Is this the channel to ask parents?"

"Yeah, it was discovered."

"The other party is standing under my nose cleaning the cabinet, how could I not find it." Ursula handed him the candy box and gave him a big white eye. "I didn't expect you to ask Sherlock for help."

"What's wrong?"

"I thought you would feel that you were mature and shouldn't rely on uncle's information to solve the case."

"If we were really mature, we wouldn't share candy here, but do something else." Eric didn't feel embarrassed at all by asking parents for help, and was quite calm about exchanging information. "for example……"

He picked up a mint-flavored candy and looked it over, then put it on his lips and pushed it in gently.

"for example?"

"Light each other?" Little Holmes grinned.

"cut!"

Ursula folded her arms and tilted her head.

"Then the two of us who are indifferent to tobacco will never grow up in this life."

"Yes, let's change it. Other ways that can make us mature."

He lowered his head.

After that, the coolness of mint was replaced by the sweetness of strawberry.

"Ah, there's too much mint in this batch of candies." Ursula took a deep breath, feeling that her breathing was extraordinarily clear. "Woo, it's so spicy! No, it's so cold!"

"Well, the strawberry ones are quite delicious." Little Mr. Holmes said after relishing the candy in his mouth.

The two people whose lungs had been purified by the outdoor air didn't want to go back to the ballroom to feel the smell of perfume emitted by the rising body temperature.

However, it turns out that as soon as you play the role of detective and leave the scene, something must happen.

A commotion erupted in the direction of the cabin, and they could hear the messy movements of the crew from such a distance.

"What's the matter, this is it." Ursula looked at little Holmes.

The other party listened carefully for a while, showing a rare puzzled expression.

"They're saying..."

Erik stroked his chin, and Ursula exchanged a glance.

"The first mate is dead?"

"It's not the captain?" Ursula asked in surprise.

"Do you think the captain will be murdered?" Eric glanced at the girl and asked, "Is it because the stage of those 'actors' is a boat and the background is the sea?"

"Because there are no other suspicious people on our ship, no wealthy but morally bad millionaires, and no old gentlemen with stories."

"They all want to deal with that 'he' on this ship." Ursula analyzed to Mr. Detective: "Except for the fact that they feel that throwing the body on the high seas is beneficial to them, I think it must be this 'he' who must also It can only be solved on this ship."

"Two people told me stories about ghost ships, but the named supporting characters in such stories are generally only the captain, or the old sailor who writes the diary?"

"You can ignore me, it's just a hard guess." Ursula spread her hands. "No logic, just artistic associations."

"It's an interesting guess. It's not a hard guess, but it inspires me, my dear Watson." Little Holmes was thoughtful.

"But there are still too few clues, let's go and see the situation first."

He beckoned Ursula to take his arm, and the two of them adjusted their appearance, and then they walked towards the center of the commotion, pretending to be curious travelers who heard the movement while strolling on the deck.

"what happened?"

Eric stopped a sailor who was in a hurry and said in confusion.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir, I have a task." The stopped young man said in a hurry, trying to get over the person blocking the way immediately.

But Ursula let go of Eric's hand and took a step forward, blocking him.Now there was no way for the young man to turn sideways and pass through without touching a lady.

He was forced to stand still.

"What happened?" Ursula asked again.

"Oh, it's our first mate, Mr. Howard, something happened."

"What's the matter? Are you ill?" asked Ursula curiously.

"He's dead, he's dead." Seeing the young gentleman and lady with an attitude of breaking the casserole and asking the end, the sailor who was in a hurry broke the jar and said.

"Dead?!" Ursula uttered a short scream. "My God, Eric! How horrible!"

"Did you die for what? Sudden illness?" Eric asked quickly.

"I don't know! I'm just going to see the doctor on board to check the situation. For God's sake, let me go, sir!" the crew desperately said.

"Ah, sorry, let's go." Eric hurried out of the way, he looked at the back of the crew and asked Ursula.

"Do you know where Dr. Watson is?"

"He was still in the room when I went out, and he should be here now." Ursula looked at Eric's expression: "I understand, I will inform him, you go to see the situation first."

"please."

"See you later." Ursula held up her skirt and ran towards the guest room area. They planned to let Dr. Watson do the autopsy before the ship's doctor came.After all, the ship is full of "ghosts" pretending to be ordinary characters.