Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"What, is it a surprise? Mr. Duran."

Throwing words that shocked everyone, Mr. Holmes did not continue to pursue the victory and strip off the disguise of "Richard Katzman", but turned over another card and pulled a character who was wandering on the edge into this reasoning drama.

"It's quite unexpected." The French youth who was suddenly called was stunned for a moment and replied. "You mean, Richard didn't die, but turned into a crew member in makeup. Although I still hope that my friend is really not dead, but the reality is that I confirm that the deceased is Richard himself."

"Unless..." Paul Duran pondered for a moment: "Unless the Richard I know is not Richard himself, but someone else under the guise of Mr. Katzman."

"Ha, then I have to ask you." Mr. Holmes looked at the blond Frenchman with great interest. "Leaving aside the fake identity and name, he may even pretend his personality and preferences. The friend you know and love is completely a fictional character. In this case..."

"Do you still consider him a friend?"

Ursula couldn't help looking at Eric who was standing behind Mr. Holmes's chair, standing solemnly, as if he was acting as a guard, and felt a little funny.After all, the scene just described didn't feel out of place for the young Mr. Detective.

The moment her eyes stopped, Eric immediately turned his head, causing the two people's eyes to collide.

Ursula's eyes were full of gloating mischief, and the other party could only silently turn his head away, pretending that he hadn't been caught.

"This..." Paul Duran was a little puzzled, but he replied honestly: "If he didn't pretend to harm me, I would. However, Richard is not such a person, you may not believe it Me and him, I mean the one who was... killed, we've known each other for many years?"

"Even if a person is pretending, it's impossible to not have any flaws for more than ten years." He said so.

"You're right," said Mr. Holmes, "but sometimes when you get into the drama too deeply, you may forget who you really are."

"You should have a deep understanding of this, Mr. Duran."

"What! Another one?" cried the rich old gentleman. "For God's sake, what ship am I on, a theatrical stage? Are they going to play King Lear or Hamlet, ha."

"What kind of play is it? As an actor, didn't you already know it when you boarded the ship? Didn't you enjoy it even with ten masters?" Mr. Holmes pointed out the other party's pretentiousness unceremoniously.

"This..." The old gentleman closed his mouth with a guilty look on his face.

"I once talked with my friend Dr. Watson. The more bizarre, the less mysterious the result. The criminal cases with no characteristics are the most difficult to solve, just like an ordinary face, the most difficult to recognize. "

"And this case just happens to be in the weird category. My companion and I have been forced to receive all kinds of information since we boarded the ship."

"My nephew, who has been overly nourished by love recently, even very romantically called what happened on this ship a "Pericles, Prince of Tyre" mixed with Gothic elements."

Dr. Watson glanced over, and Eric coughed dryly.

Mr. Holmes' tone suddenly turned serious: "However, no matter how many elements are mixed, excluding your mysterious treasure hunting game, there are actually two things that happened on this ship. Some people planned to murder, and some people died because of it." .”

"Let's talk about the people who plan to murder first. By chance, we learned of two groups. One group is the Bolton couple."

"Nonsense!" George Bolton, who looked like he had nothing to do with himself, stood up. "It's slander."

"Please sit down calmly, Mr. Bolton. If you are slanderous, you will find out if you continue to listen." Mr. Holmes said, "Fortunately, I have witnesses, and the police will be on board in an hour. I advise you not to act rashly. It will make the original innocence difficult to argue."

"George!" Eve Bolton grabbed her husband: "Sit down, we didn't do anything, didn't we? Listen to what Mr. Detective said, and you will be able to tell right from wrong, right?" The weak lady Turning to Mr. Holmes, he asked.

"Of course, ma'am," said Mr. Holmes. "Well, let us continue our conversation. Where did we come from?"

"Planned murder," interposed the secretary.

"Ah, that's right. Fortunately, as soon as my dear doctor got on board, he happened to meet the Bolton couple who were having a little quarrel on the deck. They were excited about whether to deal with a 'him'. In the end, Mr. Bolton Persuaded Mrs."

"But almost at the same time, we bumped into the second group. The second group was Mr. Duran and a 'Richard'"

"They're also planning to murder a 'him.'"

"Mr. Holmes," said Eve Burton, "I don't know if you believe it..."

"Eve!"

"George, at this point, we have to make it clear. He knows, and my intuition tells me that he knows." The young lady's gaze was firm.

"Are you on the side of justice, Mr. Holmes! I don't mean the kind of justice that is only under the law, but the kind of justice that the current law cannot punish the devil."

"Ma'am, this is the meaning of my existence. When the shield of law fails, I will fight for the truth with the sword of justice." Mr. Holmes stood up, leaned slightly, and said seriously.

"I believe you, sir." Eve Bolton was moved when she heard these words, she took a deep breath and said, "Let's be honest, George and I do plan to take revenge on someone on the high seas, but..."

"He is dead."

"Oh, that's right." Eve Bolton looked at Mr. Holmes in surprise. "Sure enough, you already know everything."

"He's dead, just now. We haven't done anything yet."

"Captain?" Dr. Watson suddenly realized. "The person you want to do is the captain?"

"Yes, it's the captain. As for why, you just mentioned the ruby ​​shipwreck and Miss Dana's impersonation."

"That's right." Mr. Holmes suddenly thought of something, and he expressed surprise: "Ah, so you are..."

"My maiden name is Blueface," said Mrs. Bolton softly. "If it's you, you should understand what this last name represents!"

"But your hair."

"When you grow up, you become deeper."

"Ah, it often happens. When I was young, I had red hair, but when I grow up, I have brown or black hair."

Next, Ursula heard the story of a first mate who bewitched the captain and eventually killed him.

"He did it very cleanly and secretly. But he didn't know that my father would tell me everything. He brought up the matter of intentionally sinking the ship to embezzle gems, and my father also told me."

"Your father agreed."

"No, of course he didn't agree. Otherwise, he wouldn't have died and was left alone on the boat." Mrs. Bolton said excitedly: "His only fault was that he was too kind, thinking that letting a demon reform his ways, and still letting He got on that ship."

"He thought the plan was cancelled, but it wasn't."

"I kind of get it. So when you see the mate become the captain of the Egypt voyage, you've got a plan."

"Yes, I hesitated, I thought about giving up, but..."

"But your husband, he's been encouraging you," said Ursula.

"Oh, yes. Miss." Eve Bolton looked at Ursula in surprise: "Thanks to him, I can persevere. People in our family are all too indecisive, but George is different, he is very firm. "

Ursula glanced at that George, and smiled at Mrs. Bolton, wondering if she was thinking too much.According to the conversation she heard as soon as she got on the boat, she always felt that when it comes to revenge, the husband is more active than the wife. Maybe this is the so-called reaction force of love "hate the house and black people"?

"Okay, we sorted out the first group, and then we return to Mr. Katzman's group."

It was amazing to say that the first assistant who might be Truth Chad had no intention of running away. Instead, he pulled a chair and sat in the front row.

"I'm also confessing." He raised his hand and said, "It's pointless to hide it now, after all, I don't want myself to be responsible for the murderer."

"What do you mean?" cried Mrs. Newt. "Didn't you kill someone?"

"Of course not. If you insist that the first mate was choked to death, it can only be regarded as an accident. I just wanted to scare that old thing." He said briskly, "Who knew there was medicine in the coffee."

"Did you put all the gems, Mr. Katzman?"

"That's right, I put them all together." He laughed and said, "There is no difference between the quiet crew and the waiters in the eyes of these high-class villains. They are all invisible people, no different from having an extra vase in the corner."

"The Invisible Man?" Ursula thought of what Katzman said at the ball, and she stared at the face of "Richard". "Wait a minute! You're the one I'm dancing with!"

"It's really touching that you still remember me." Richard Katzman touched his chest.

Ursula remained expressionless: "I'm not complimenting you, I just think it's weird, you are no different from Miss Anne, you both used too much force."

"So the dead are the kind of character you show?"

"And the Richard I heard talking to Paul in the cabin is you." Eric continued: "My friend, please don't try to quibble, although I don't see the face, but I am very good at distinguishing voices. They both sound exactly the same."

"...That's right." The French youth showed bitterness.

Seeing that the other party had already admitted, Eric continued.

"You got acquainted with me so quickly, it must be because he arranged a task to test me. After all, you are a friend of more than ten years. You are very suspicious, but you have a dramatic personality that is restless."

"Just a prom didn't stop him from showing off his layout to my girls." Eric analyzed: "And I've wanted to say that playing a playboy is not for you, the way you talk to girls It's too stereotyped, French blood didn't save you."

"The most important thing is that a qualified socialite should dance with every girl on the field and chat with girls in every interval, instead of trying to mix in and chat with the men after the opening dance."

"Did you start to doubt me then?" the French youth sighed. "So you think I'm the murderer, the mastermind behind the scenes."

"No, I don't think so." Eric smiled: "I have always been proud of my vision of making friends, and my vision will never be wrong."

"Huh!" The French youth raised his head in surprise.

"Although I don't know how the sunken ruby ​​should have been embezzled by the captain, or how it got into your hands, but the murderer who killed the fake Mr. Katzman is definitely not you."

"Who is that?" Ursula asked, raising her hand. She glanced at Mr. Duran's uneasy expression, and said intentionally, "Could it be the lovely little August? He is related to Mr. Duran by blood! "

Under the angry and panicked stare of the French youth, she raised her eyebrows.

"Of course not." Eric smiled helplessly seeing Ursula's initiative to draw hatred: "They didn't have time to make a move, so Paul, you don't have to think about taking the blame for Mr. Durban."

"how do you know."

"Didn't you say that? I'm a detective, and a good detective should at least be as knowledgeable as the one with the same name as Mr. Duban." Eric said.

"By the way, Sherlock, can I say? Tell me who the murderer is?"

He looked at his uncle with shining eyes.

"Please, young detective," Mr. Holmes laughed, and made a gesture of invitation. "Let me hear your reasoning."

"Cough, can you please sit up now? Mr. Murderer." Eric rushed to the crowd and said, "You've been lying down for long enough, it's time to get up."