Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

For Mr. Holmes' words, Miss Anne reacted very calmly, which was completely different from her various strange reactions just now.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Literally, you know my name and occupation," said Mr. Holmes.

"I know, those elves in the void told me." She pointed to the top of her head.

Mr. Holmes smiled back, and made no comment on the young girl's behaviour.

Ursula followed her fingers to look over, making sure that there was only the void and no elves. After all, the only elf in the entire sea area passing by now was a guy who was watching the fun happily beside her.

"Speaking of which, why didn't the captain come?" Ursula asked a little strangely, since Mr. Holmes didn't go to inform the captain?How did he recover his identity?

"Because he's dead too." Eric whispered.

"What?" Ursula turned her head in surprise.

"There is only one reason why Sherlock has to change his outfit. The person in charge is also dead. He has to stand up and talk to the police who will be on board later."

Mr. Holmes, who had no intention of mentioning this matter at all, looked around for a week. His aura was so calm that the frightened people present could not help but listen to his arrangements.

"Please move to the dining room, the captain is waiting for you there."

Combined with Eric's guess just now, Ursula deeply felt that this sentence could be regarded as a true horror story.

"Tsk." Eric looked at the back of his uncle's head with some dissatisfaction.

"Are you annoyed that Sherlock saw the truth first?" Ursula snickered.

"No, I'm annoyed until I saw through that man's disguise just now." Eric said: "My dear uncle's genius is not only the magical reasoning ability, but also predicted when the sea is still sunny. The storm is coming."

"Compared to finding out the murderer after the murder, it is more difficult to find the clues in advance to prevent the crime from happening. Obviously the truth is right in front of me. I have grasped most of the clues of this drama with the sea as the curtain, but I didn’t get rid of the detective role in this script, and I was manipulated by the director like a marionette.”

Although she didn't know what he had seen through, Ursula couldn't help laughing after hearing the confession of the little Mr. Holmes.

"But since you have said this now, it means that you have escaped from the original script, and it is not too late."

"Even Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who I admire the most, has a youthful time." She took the initiative to hold the hand of this young detective who had seen through a lot but was still annoyed about his lack of ability.

"You once told me that you would give me time to think about my future, so please give yourself some time too~ Mr. Detective!"

"Whether it is predicting the Atlantic storm rolled up by the flapping wings of a butterfly, or the criminal motives hidden under the mask of human nature, I believe that you will see it in the future."

Speaking of this, Miss Witch leaned closer to Mr. Detective's ear and whispered: "Do you know that witches can actually give blessings besides the well-known curses?"

In Eric's slightly surprised expression, she said softly.

"The witch from the woodland is sending Eric Holmes' blessing to you. Love will not fail you, and neither will ideals. Everything you want will be given by time."

A gleam flashed through the eyes of the young Mr. Detective, and he took a deep breath and smiled.

"This is really an overly expensive gift!"

"Have you cheered up?" Miss Witch looked at him with a smile.

"Of course." Little Holmes smiled. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was still an hour before landing: "In this case, how can I not rewrite this self-made tragedy?"

As soon as everyone entered the restaurant, they exclaimed again.

"What's the matter! What's going on, Mr. Captain!"

"He died, not long after Mr. Katzman died."

Mr. Holmes calmly prevented others from trying to pull the tablecloth covering the dead body.

"Please don't go any further, Miss Dana. Ah, and Mr. Durban..." Sherlock Holmes smiled softly when the name was called out: "Although you have the same name as that detective, but That doesn't mean you can touch the scene of death at will."

"Then why are you so casual?" The blond boy looked at Holmes unhappily after being stopped.

"Oh, forget that I haven't introduced myself yet," said Mr. Holmes. "My name is Sherlock Holmes."

"Being a detective, I'm now representing the police authorities until they come on board and take over."

"Wow!" Ursula whispered. "That's right, that's the feeling! It's so handsome!"

"..." Eric, who had just been moved, looked at his sweetheart who had defected in a second, speechlessly.

"Don't look at me like that, you can say the same lines next time." Ursula blinked: "I will definitely give the same compliment."

"I don't think it's necessary to wait until next time." The young detective squinted at Ursula for a moment, and smiled. "Now you can react."

He took a step forward and walked straight to his uncle.

"Please allow me to re-introduce myself, Eric Holmes. Like this Mr. Holmes, he is also a detective."

"Wait a minute, Holmes, uh...Little Holmes." Paul Duran looked between the two people: "You and this are..."

"Uncle and nephew." Eric smiled at his new friend: "This is not the point, the point is how many people have heard of our surname now."

"But that is easily ruled out," began Mr. Holmes. "If I were to plan a major event related to murder, I would be wary when I heard a pair of Sherlock Holmes and Watson appeared."

"Just like Miss Dana."

"I don't understand what you mean." Miss Anne said angrily, "Are you calling me a murderer?"

"No, we didn't say that. But you were the only one there who hinted at me and Ursula," Eric said.

"Deliberately pursing your lips like Mr. Katzman's, the seemingly crazy seance, and deliberately talking about the card room to Ursula. You have acted too much, Miss Dana, compared to these companions of yours. Come."

"What nonsense are you talking about, I have no companions."

"I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue. You don't have any companions now." Eric glanced at his uncle, saw the uncle nodded, and then continued, "But others do."

"The Boltons are a pair of companions, Mr. Secretary and his employer are a pair of companions, and Mr. Duran, I thought at first that he and Mr. Katzman were old, and one was in the same gang, but now it seems that he should It's a companion with Little Monsieur Dupin."

"And you, Miss Dana, your companion is..."

"Mrs. Newt, this lady who doesn't believe you at all."

"What are you talking about, companion or not?" Mrs. Newt said, "Why am I companion of this little girl?"

"If you want to pretend that you have nothing to do with each other next time, you should be more aggressive in the unexpected chaos just now. You, who were full of ridicule towards Mr. George Bolton, were too gentle towards Miss Anne's nonsense. .”

"If you say that Miss Anne has acted too much, you just can't help it."

"What? I don't understand," said Mrs. Newt.

"Then let me tell you something that you can understand. I heard that the reason why the captain of the sunken ship full of rubies took this mission is because his daughter has hair as beautiful as rubies."

"You are saying that I am that daughter." Miss Anne smiled: "Then you are wrong, I am not, my father is a baron."

"Of course you are not, but you want them to think that you are." Eric Holmes approached the other party, and in the eyes of Miss Anne's resistance, he directly picked up a lock of the other party's hair.

"You smell too much of rhubarb, miss. You're too out of character when we don't have rhubarb in our meals."

Anne Dana backed away in a hurry: "It's too rude! Miss Ursula, don't you care about your fiancé?"

"Sorry, but I told him that rhubarb can be used as a hair dye." Ursula shrugged. "Of course it's just rhubarb, but your hair smells of other hair dyes, like sulfur and alum."

Before Ursula and Eric discussed the aesthetic changes of women in history because of the corset case, they talked about the issue of hair color.

Most of the beauties in Western literature are blond, but in the eyes of painters, red hair is the symbol of beauty.Even though the church has been exaggerating red hair as a characteristic of witches since the Middle Ages, and wrote ridiculous books like "The Witch's Hammer" for it, Renaissance painters from Raphael to Titian still used red hair Hair is regarded as a symbol of beauty.

In England, because Queen Elizabeth I's hair was also ginger-red, ladies in this case completely ignored the accusation of red hair and used this unhealthy hair dye mixed with alum, rhubarb, safflower and sulfur. Make your hair red.

And that's how Annie Dyner's hair was dyed.

"Your hair should have been blonde." Ursula said. "You are afraid of the poison of sulfur, so you haven't dyed your hair at all."

"So what, I just like red hair. Isn't it normal to dye and dress?"

"It's quite normal," said Mr. Holmes, "but you have seduced a club of men to take part in this voyage."

"Although they all claimed that they were going to work in Egypt, they pretended to be like that. Unfortunately, for some reason, I lived in the third class for several days, and those who claimed to be going to Egypt during this period Passengers who are looking for work have gotten to know each other well.”

"What?" Miss Anne showed a flustered expression.

"Ah, it seems that you know. Those gentlemen who acted in unity took too many third-class employees, and because of their arrogance, they didn't let them keep their relationship with each other. I thought they were hired to go Excavations were carried out in Egypt, but at the first dinner, I talked with them and found that most of them had experience as sailors. By the way, I even saw a few 'old friends' who lived at sea. A man of great fame in certain circles," said Mr Holmes.

"In the circle, there is a better name for these gentlemen - 'Bounty Hunter', but I don't like to describe their professions like this. All the beautification of inappropriate behavior is as bad as the connivance itself, so , usually I like to call them..."

"Greedy gangster."