Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

The suddenly darkened room and the inexplicable appearance of black shadows caused chaos.

Paul Duran immediately stood up and walked towards the window, intending to open the curtains, but only felt a void at the window.

He withdrew his hand in astonishment, and then tried to touch the wall, but no matter how he moved forward, he couldn't touch the wall of the room. Although his eyes couldn't see it, his rich imagination made him feel as if his hand was covered with something sticky and cold Things are slowly entangled.

"Did the summoning succeed?" Eve Bolton asked sharply.

"Uh... I don't know!" Miss Anne also panicked, she desperately struck a match, trying to relight the candle.

But let alone relighting the candle, she spent half a box of matches and couldn't light the flame, which made her hands tremble.

"Damn it, turn on the lights and draw the curtains." The old gentleman suddenly became irritable.

"No more." The voice of the French youth came from far away.

"What's gone?" cried Mrs. Newt. "Where are you? Mr. Duran!"

"The curtains are gone, and the walls are gone..." For some reason, his voice became more distant.

"Where are you!" It was Auguste Durban's voice, and Ursula could hear him stumbling towards the direction of Mr. Duran's voice.

Mrs. Newt also went to touch it in disbelief, but she didn't touch the wall. Instead, she lost her way in this small living room. She suddenly understood the reason why Mr. Duran's voice was so far away from them, and couldn't bear it. They kept screaming, so the few people who stayed obediently after listening to the increasingly indistinct Mr. Duran's voice, ushered in even weirder, distorted screams.

The situation is getting more and more chaotic.

Just when the emotions of the people present were about to collapse completely, there was a sound of knocking on the door, one after another, breaking through screaming and weeping, and it was very clear, knocking on the hearts of all the people attending the seance.

"Boom, boom, boom"

There were three extremely light knocks on the door, which seemed especially strange in this unknown darkness.

"Who, who!" asked George Burton bravely.

However, no one answered. The only response to him was the continuous knock on the door, which was very rhythmic. There was a pause after three knocks, and there was no intention of stopping at all.

"dong dong dong"

All the people present held their breaths. Most of the fears of human beings come from the unknown. This kind of unknown darkness and the unanswered knock on the door made the people present tremble with fear.

"Please come in?"

A voice sounded from among them.

"Who... who's talking?" Eve Burton grabbed her husband's arm and asked, sobbing.

"It seems to be Miss Watson." The secretary who had been silent all this time said.

Miraculously, the knocking stopped abruptly after Ursula's response.

However, some people present were not delighted by this, but panicked even more.

"What are you doing!" Miss Anne, who called herself a witch, yelled. "How can you invite it in!"

"Because the other party is knocking on the door, we must respond." Ursula's tone was extremely innocent. "Is there anything wrong?"

"No, you can't just respond to the knock on the door. If you allow it to come in, it has the right to come in and out freely. We're done!" Miss Anne broke down.

To be honest, Ursula has always felt that human beings have a very common fear of knocking on the door and visitors. I don’t know where it came from, from the obedient little rabbit to the vampires in the West who are invited to enter the door. Anyway, it is widely used in games and The rules of vampire novels are obviously common sense in this world.

At least she could clearly see the faces of other people in the dark who were more frightened than hearing the knock on the door after she said please come in.

"It's all over..." Miss Anne wept.

I don't know who started praying.

squeak.

The door rang.

A slender, dark figure stood at the door.

Eve Bolton sighed and passed out.Her husband gritted his teeth, hugged her, and stared at the door.

"I'm coming in." The black shadow said so.

Then with a snap, the switch at the door was pressed.

"Why is it so dark?"

Then, the light returned to the world.

A gentleman in evening gown stood at the door and raised his eyebrows: "Did I interrupt some of your activities?"

"..."

There was silence in the room at first, and then burst into cries of joy and tears.

Paul Duran ran to the side of the visitor in three steps and two steps, and excitedly held his hand: "No, not at all. Thank you so much!"

Ursula watched Miss Anne get up from the ground in embarrassment. It was obvious that she had fallen to the ground because of excessive fear.

"Are you...are you really human?" she asked sobbing, her face covered with tears and her witch-like red hair disheveled.

"Human?" The tall gentleman's tone was full of interest: "If you are talking about the definition of human beings in the natural sense, then I must be. Why do you doubt this?"

"Because we just encountered some extremely frightening, supernatural phenomena." Mr. Bolton picked up his fainted wife and walked towards the door. "Excuse me, please excuse me, my wife has passed out and needs to see a doctor."

"Watson! My dear friend!" shouted the gentleman who had rescued the crowd from the darkness, "there is a lady here who is not well and needs you to come and see."

Then he turned to George Bolton and said, "You don't have to worry, Dr. Watson is at the door, please put Mrs. Bolton somewhere where she can lie flat."

"But..." George Bolton hesitated, obviously he didn't want to stay in the room where the weird incident happened just now.

"If you're worried about what happened just now, then there's no need for it." Eric helped Ursula stand up. The two instigators had just been sitting in place watching the show, oh no, they were watching the suspect's expression.

Because he had made a big discovery, Mr. Holmes's tone was extremely brisk, which was very inconsistent in this atmosphere, and Mr. Bolton couldn't help but look sideways.

"There is no supernatural event." Mr. Half-Elf vowed: "Everything is a coincidence and misunderstanding."

"What misunderstanding?" Dr. Watson came in with a medicine box, and he asked in extreme confusion as he looked at the scene where the room seemed to be passing by like a strong wind.

"Ah, who is the patient?" For a moment, he couldn't tell who needed the doctor. After all, except for his two little villains, everyone present was in a bad state.

"It's my wife, doctor." George Bolton said hastily. "Can we go back to our room? I'm afraid she'll wake up and see this room and get emotional again!"

"Uh...no problem." Just like that, Dr. Watson followed the Bolton couple out the door as soon as he came in.

"May I ask what happened?" Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who had returned to his normal status for some reason after being thanked non-stop by the French youth, asked again.

"We were holding a spiritual meeting just now, and we wanted to use this ceremony to find the murderer who killed Richard." He said in a low voice, "Then, suddenly, a supernatural event happened."

"A black figure suddenly appeared, and then all the candles went out, the room was filled with darkness, and the doors and windows disappeared..."

"Anyway! Thank you for coming! You saved us!" He said excitedly.

"Shadow?" Mr. Holmes looked directly at his nephew.

"Actually..." Eric went to a sofa and squatted down, pulled out a black thing from under it, and showed it to the calmer crowd.

"Look, it's just a black cat that ran in! Just now everyone was scared by it because of the influence of the atmosphere. There was no supernatural event at all."

"It's impossible!" Miss Anne protested, "It just became dark all of a sudden."

"That's because the wind brought by the cat extinguished the candle, and caused our eyes to suddenly turn from light to darkness." Eric Holmes said eloquently.

"Then how do you explain the fact that I couldn't touch the curtains? Hmm? Holmes." The French youth folded his arms. His performance in this prank partnered with elves and witches can make a big difference. He was extremely calm and acted decisively. , which is quite different from his usual silly playboy image.

"But! This house lost its walls just now, it is like a maze, not an abyss, it has no end!"

"That's right, I also looked for windows and switches, but I didn't touch the wall at all." Mrs. Newt came over and helped Paul Duran prove: "This is not something a cat can do."

"It's just an illusion, an illusion under the influence of drugs and darkness." Eric said firmly: "If you can't see it, you will have an illusion of the space you are in, let alone..."

He picked up a white candle that had fallen on the ground and sniffed it: "There are still some strange ingredients in the candle."

Little Holmes broke open the candle to show them its cross-section: "Look, here is the wick soaked in potion and the layer of wax that has been added with medicine under the layer of pure white wax."

"There are some methods used by 'witches'. Lighting this kind of candle will have a certain hypnotic and psychedelic effect. When lighting it for divination or doing this kind of spiritual meeting, it is good for inducing people's hearts and making it easy to ask questions." He said carefully. , trying to be as polite as possible.

The rest of the people in the room were appeased by the plausible scientific explanation. Although they still had some doubts, this explanation is more reassuring than believing that it was really haunted just now, isn't it?

Mrs. Newt, who was already skeptical about supernatural events, immediately turned against Eric's rhetoric.

She thought about it carefully, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case. Human memory is the most reliable and least reliable thing. It not only automatically adds beauty, but also completes the logical chain for itself.Mrs. Newt confirmed after recalling that, first of all, in that atmosphere, she couldn’t confirm how many steps she had taken in the room, and when the light was turned on, she was standing in the opposite direction of where she wanted to go, so This caused the weird situation where she couldn't touch the wall.

Mrs. Newt's expression became complicated, with a bit of inexplicable loss mixed with joy.

Ursula lowered her head and couldn't bear to watch any more. She suddenly remembered how she felt when she watched "Approaching Science" before, and sure enough, she would pay back every complaint she made. Now she has also embarked on the path of screenwriting approaching science.

"You just said that there was medicine in the candle? Are you really pretending to be a ghost?" She turned to Miss Anne and frowned. "What a waste of my time. Do you hear me? Miss Dana, stop playing witch games, your seance is a lie!"

"It's not a lie!" Miss Anne had roughly settled her face at this time, and when she heard Mrs. Newt's accusation, she replied very dissatisfied.

"The seance is real, and I can really solve the case through summoning!"

"Oh, what about the summoned thing? Could it be that black cat you're talking about?" Mrs. Newt pointed at the umbral cat being carried by Eric, and began to laugh at her.

"I remember you said that you can summon the undead to tell who the murderer is? Even if the so-called undead possessed the black cat, then you let the cat speak!"

"This..." Miss Anne's face flushed, she looked at the nasty black cat that had fluttered her hair, and pressed her lips hard.

"No way, don't witches know how to talk to black cats? You should ask it." Mrs. Newt continued, because this farce made her lose her composure, which made her very angry with Anne Dana, who still insisted that she was a witch. Completely lost patience.

"...No." The red-haired girl murmured, "I should have succeeded in the summoning." She raised her head and looked around the living room. When her gaze passed the door, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"I've actually successfully summoned it! It's just a little error!"

"Ha, what?" Mrs. Newt frowned.

"This gentleman!" Miss Anne pointed to Mr. Holmes who was watching enthusiastically.

"He is the soul I summon!"

"Didn't you find out?" said the "witch" who insisted on her own opinion: "He is not the person who was originally on the boat at all!"

"My intuition tells me! This gentleman will help us find the murderer!"

After hearing these words, Mr. Holmes smiled. He unhurriedly walked up to the red-haired girl, and said in a very sure tone:

"You really know me, Miss Dana."