Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"What kind of bad taste is this?" Ursula complained. "Was the murderer's ruby ​​wholesale?"

"Maybe it's wholesale." Eric stood up. "The kind of 'wholesale' at sea."

Ursula was about to ask more questions when she was interrupted again.

"Has it really started? The ghost's revenge!" A young girl's voice sounded.

The girl with extremely conspicuous red hair stood in the middle of the corridor and said loudly.

Ursula felt that things were getting more and more strange. Earlier, she and Eric deduced that they might have strayed into a premeditated collective performance, maybe it was an exchange of characters, maybe there was a script set by someone, anyway, in her current In cognition, these people should all know each other and stand on the side.

But Miss Anne Dana didn't show any sadness at all, instead she had an expression of watching the excitement. Her excited face didn't look like the attitude of seeing a friend die.

"Miss Anne." Ursula thought for a while and felt emphatic, lest she mistakenly think she was acting: "Mr. Katzman is dead, really dead. This is not a joke or a detective The acting of a novel game."

"Of course I know, I can smell this death!" Her emotions were extremely high, as if she was mentioning another ball. "I even know how he died."

"what?"

"You said you knew?" Everyone present looked at Miss Anne in surprise.

"Of course, I'm actually a witch! As long as I hold a seance and summon his soul that hasn't left, everything will be clear." She stroked her red hair, pretending to be mysterious and lowered her sound.

This announcement can be described as shocking.Everyone's attention was diverted from the deceased. Miss Anne obviously enjoyed the moment of much attention and raised her head triumphantly.

Ursula, who was stared at by the three completely retrograde eyes, closed her eyes resignedly. She half-covered her eyes as if she was holding her forehead, and activated her magic power.

Through the gap between her fingers, she looked at this Miss Anne who didn't know what she was doing very carefully, and made sure that the other party didn't have any power fluctuations.

She put down her hand and shook her head slightly towards the detectives.

Miss Real Witch is sure that Anne Dana is definitely not her kind.

"Séance?" Little Holmes opened his mouth after receiving his uncle's hint. "Isn't this kind of thing a lie?"

"Hush!" Miss Anne frowned and hissed. "The dead can hear, don't say that."

"I think you can try it!" A man who had been standing far away said, half supporting his wife. "What if it's true?"

Ursula knew this man, the same Mr. George Burton whom she and Dr. Watson had overheard during the deck consultation.And the one who leaned in his arms with a face of fear was undoubtedly Eve Burton, his wife.

"Ha!" The lady who was leaning against the door just now laughed. "You are actually the murderer! Bolton!"

"Why do you say that? Mrs. Newt, I didn't offend you, did I?" George Bolton said calmly.

"Miss Dana's little girl is messing around, are you too? Use the seance to find the murderer, don't be kidding. Except for the murderer himself, I can't think of any normal person who would support this idea."

"I support." Paul Duran suddenly raised his head. He had been lowering his head just now to suppress his emotions.Eric has been paying attention to observing his expression. After all, before the death of this Richard, because of the request of the deceased himself, he pretended to be unfamiliar with him as much as possible.

"Huh?" Mrs. Newt looked at the French youth in disbelief. "You support?"

"I support it too." The other golden head who just opened the door said. "And it felt necessary."

He's the Auguste Dupin, the suspected girl, who talks to Ursula about Poe.

"Another one?" Mrs. Newt couldn't control her expression.

"I also want to see the ghosts." An old voice sounded, he was an old gentleman who lived in the suite at the end of this area, and sat at the captain's table at the dinner on the first day.He was supported by the secretary and walked over slowly.

Apart from the four of them and the deceased, there were actually 8 people watching the excitement present?

Ursula counted the spectators and frowned. What kind of unlucky Western numbers are these?

Wait a minute, did she overlook something?

"By the way, who was calling just now?" Ursula asked, looking around. "Who was the man who found Mr. Katzman down and screamed?"

No one answered, they all looked at others with curiosity, fear and suspicion.

"Stop pretending, that screamer must be one of us! We came out so fast, he must be here." Mrs. Newt, who was so angry with a group of superstitious guys, questioned. "Who the hell? Stand up."

"Perhaps you?" said George Burton, imitating Mrs. Newt's earlier laugh.

"you!"

"Calm down, ladies and gentlemen." Dr. Watson hurriedly dissuaded. "The question now is, isn't it true that one of us is screaming?"

"It's not me anyway." Auguste Dupin shook his head.

"It's not me." The people present all said that they didn't find it by themselves, and they didn't scream.

"It's not me either." The French youth said, covering his face. "I also went out when I heard the screaming."

"I know who it is." Miss Anne spoke unwillingly. "It was Mr. Katzman's scream. I said the undead. It was his undead scream that we heard."

"Nonsense," muttered Mrs. Newt.

Ursula felt that she understood the lady so well at this moment that she must have thought that everyone present was crazy.

"I think..." Miss Anne was going to continue to express her opinion, but she was interrupted by Holmes in a gentle tone.

"Miss Dana, I think we should find the captain and call the police now."

"You don't understand, Mr. Holmes." Miss Anne wrinkled her nose. "This is not something ordinary police can find out. The most urgent thing is..."

"The first thing to do is to call the police." Ursula also interrupted her "nonsense" unceremoniously.

"Why are you like this, Miss Ursula." Miss Anne was a little dissatisfied. "I thought you would understand me. You have changed. You have been influenced by Mr. Holmes."

I'm sorry, she really couldn't understand, she couldn't figure out why it's normal to chat all day at noon, but why the playful girl suddenly started to have a witch character.

Mr. "Manservant" was sent to inform people, and all the people present, including the sad-faced French youth, were persuaded by Dr. Watson to go back to the room and not to run around.

Miss Anne suggested that since they couldn't move around, they might as well go to the same room and hold a seance to discuss the case.

"Maybe I found the murderer by summoning the dead before the police came!" she said.

Except for Dr. Watson and Mrs. Newt, everyone present agreed. Ursula and Eric, who remained silent, looked at each other and nodded decisively.

"You believe it again?" said Miss Anne, taking Ursula's arm.

"I just haven't seen it," said Ursula tactfully.

"Hmph, I'll let you meet."

"Miss Anne, when did you become a witch?"

"I was born! Do you see my red hair? It's the symbol of a witch."

Ursula felt that the other party just thought it was fun, maybe there was also the influence of the second period and the trend?In the past two years, tarot card fortune-telling has been very popular in London. Not to mention some ladies and ladies, many men are keen to set up some weird clubs and societies to study the occult.

Science is often accompanied by occultism in the initial stage of development. If we look carefully at the biographies of famous figures who contributed to scientific progress in the West before the 19th century, we often find that due to the limitations of the times, most of them actually did not In the impression of later generations, people are so "scientific".The better ones are also followers of Aristotle's doctrine of nature.

Seances, which seemed to Ursula to be nonsense, might have a lot of credibility in the eyes of others.

"I need to draw the curtains," said Miss Anne.

Dr. Watson refused to participate because he wanted to guard the dead. He moved a chair and blocked the entrance and exit of their area.

Instead, it was Mrs. Newt, who joined the party with a look like I want to see what the hell you're doing.

Now they gathered in the living room of the old gentleman who had two bedrooms and a living room. They sat on the carpet, drew the curtains, and each lit a candle.Under the auspices of Miss Anne, who claimed to be a witch, the seance was held in this way.

Ursula stared at the flame of the candle in a daze. Before the formal summons, Miss Anne began a completely meaningless and excessively long chant.

She was still thinking about the source of those rubies. What Eric just meant, she understood that these rubies came from maritime "business", possibly pirates, but he also claimed that these gems did not come from Myanmar, but from a more special place of origin.

This is very strange, there is no other origin for good rubies of this age.

"There are." Little Holmes's face was hidden in the darkness behind the tiny firelight, but that didn't stop him, with his excellent night vision, from reading the micro-expressions of other people, especially those of Ursula, who was closest to him.

"Let me give you an example. For example, they come from the ruby ​​valley in the legend of Sinbad's voyage in "One Thousand and One Nights."

Ursula knew the story. It was said that the locals threw raw meat into inaccessible valleys, glued it with gems, attracted large carnivorous birds to grab the meat, and then knocked them down to get the gems. A fitting tale of sailing adventures.

"Hey, but that's an unverifiable story and legend." Ursula complained to him with her lips: "Let's not say whether the valley exists or not, and don't tell the story whether it is in Burma, just say that you were taken away anyway. Are you thinking in a wrong way? How could there be magic incidents on a ship of this size."

"It's not being led astray, it's an example of substituting the atmosphere of the stage." Eric smiled: "Since the ship is used as the stage to stage a horror script fabricated by humans, the source of the gems must also be bizarre enough."

"On the premise that a pirate captain on the magic side can only turn into a black cat to avoid the oppression of the law..."

Pirate Captain?Ursula caught the key word, is that umbral the pirate captain?

"It can still be made of the blood of a dragon, or it can be caught by an eagle and a vulture in a valley. Even if these rubies originally come from the same mining area in the world, as long as it enters the sea and people's imagination, it can't tell the origin. Now, people don't describe it by its first place of production, but where it was dug a second time."

Ursula was taken aback.

"what do you mean……"

"Thanks for my habit of cutting newspapers. As far as I know, a ship dedicated to transporting high-grade rough rubies disappeared in this sea area five years ago. There was a lot of trouble at the time, which led to many strange speculations. There is a saying that They encountered a ghost ship."

"Although there are still many doubts, I am very grateful that this seance separated the leading actors and extras, which saved me the time to rule out the main suspects."

In the accompaniment of Miss Anne's singing, Eric touched behind himself, and suddenly showed an expression that Ursula was very familiar with when he was planning to play a prank every day.

"Dear Miss Watson, do you want to make things a little more messy? Since we are forced to be on this stage as real witches, how can we not cooperate and make this show a little more magical, as a performance for them thank you?"

"Huh?" Ursula looked at his hands behind his back, silently amused.

"coming!"

After chanting for a full five minutes, Miss Anne suddenly yelled loudly, and the candle in her hand went out in response, causing a burst of exclamation in the audience.

When she was about to speak again.

A completely unplanned black shadow pounced on her face in full view.

"what!"

All the candles were extinguished, and even the room was plunged into complete darkness, which shouldn't be there at this time.