Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

Everyone looked in the direction indicated by Eric in amazement. There were only two young sailors with terrified expressions, and...the captain who was said to be dead lying under the white tablecloth.

"Are you talking about the captain? Isn't he dead?" Miss Dana said, "First of all, we didn't attack him. Don't try to blame us."

"Of course you won't. How can you kill each other as an accomplice before it's time to share the spoils?"

"But he didn't move," August said.

"He will move." Eric waved.

A black cat jumped out from the corner and landed heavily on the white cloth.

"Uh!"

The figured cat under the white cloth found its belly and let out a muffled grunt.

"That's not what we agreed at the beginning, Mr. Holmes, haven't you ventilated your nephew?" Captain Philip covered his stomach and lifted the white cloth with a wry smile. "He actually thought that I would be the murderer. The original plot of this scene should be me assisting you, acting out a fake death, and then leading out the murderer."

"I'm really sorry." Mr. Holmes said without apology. He didn't want to distinguish the meaning of the "promised" object, but calmly made a gesture of invitation: "When they thought you were dead, Enough said. It's your turn."

"Wait a minute, you don't really believe that Mr. Holmes's set of reasoning stories is completely imaginary!" He glanced at the "heavy" black cat that ran to Eric and lay down beside him. He is very personable, even if he is accused of being a murderer, he still maintains his dignity.

"If so, I have nothing to say."

Ursula applauded the other party's calm psychological quality in her heart. This Mr. Captain is a character, definitely the wave of high IQ crimes.

"Okay, then I'll continue." Mr. Holmes nodded indifferently.

"As we have discussed before, the crew and waiters are invisible people in the eyes of a large number of passengers, but there is one person who can use these invisible people to control the entire ship. If he wants, everything is hidden. I can't hide it from him." Mr. Holmes did not answer his question, but resumed the subject.

"Generally speaking, he should be a righteous law enforcer in the sea world, preventing crimes. But unfortunately, if this is a drama, then he just didn't stand for the character."

"Whether those present who want revenge or those who want to hunt for treasure regard themselves as the director or the person who wrote the script, but they forget that this is his home field, and every staff member is his eyes and ears." Mr. Holmes said: "Of course, the whispers you think are secret can be heard by Dr. Watson passing by, and of course they will be passed on to him by these eyes and ears."

The "actors" present were all stunned by Mr. Holmes' words. They looked at the "resurrected" captain with expressions of anger or panic. It wasn't just the Bolton couple who claimed to have a grudge against the captain. , Everyone showed expressions of wanting to send him to hell again.

Under the pressure of being watched, the parties remained calm.

"You're joking." Captain Phillip shook his head, "Even if I were the captain, I couldn't order the crew to eavesdrop and murder."

"It's true that ordinary crew members won't." Mr. Holmes nodded, "But are they?"

"Although they are all people who make a living at sea, there is still a certain gap between sailors who turned from pirates and ordinary sailors. Even though history is vague about this point, a large number of characters like Francis Drake have emerged. But this is, after all, the nineteenth century that needs some cloak of civilization."

"The Lord of England and the privateer's license are outdated after all. Even if you have a certificate, from legal to illegal, it's just a thought to degenerate into a pirate."

"You mean..." Eve Bolton said excitedly, "My father was murdered because he was found to be in collusion with pirates?"

Ursula looked up at the agitated lady. What was wrong?

"You just said that your father told you that the former Captain Philip wanted to conspire with him to obtain gems through shipwrecks?" Ursula asked.

"That's right." Eve Bolton gritted her teeth.

"Did you know that if there is a shipwreck, the captain will be the last to board the ship? You need to take full responsibility for the ship. The saying "I am with the ship, and I am with the ship" is not empty words."

"Even if everyone escapes after the ship sinks, he will go to court. So..."

"Captain Phillip, can you tell me? Why did you tell the captain of your plan, and you, as the first mate of the Ruby, should have your future damaged, why can you still be the captain of this ship?"

Seeing that Eve Bolton was stunned, Ursula simply looked at Captain Philip with a calm expression and asked.

"That's because he was innocent." Paul Duran said in a deep voice, "The guilty person is already dead."

"That him, only the first officer?" Ursula asked tentatively.

"That's what he said."

"Paul!" Captain Philip raised his voice to stop him.

"Ha." Mr. Holmes laughed beside him, full of sarcasm.

"If you ask me, Mr. Captain, too rigid a sense of justice and compassion will only lead to greater tragedy."

"What's this called?" Eric said, crossing his arms. He switched places with Dr. Watson after the captain cheated, and moved behind Ursula's chair, reclining lazily.

"Classic routine, misunderstanding caused by self-righteousness? Ursula, is there any literary case for reference?"

"Balzac's "Human Comedy" series?" Ursula tried to put aside the green jj literature in her mind, and asked hesitantly: "The "Two Brides"? Because I found out that the male lead went to visit his dead brother's book." My child, I misunderstood it as a story about the male lead cheating and having an illegitimate child, and then dying of depression and serious illness? Are the male and female leads too regretful in the end?"

"Darling, which character do you think Captain Philip is?"

"Of course it's the husband who thinks it's for his wife's good to hide it." Ursula said without hesitation, "Sometimes the hatred that can be resolved by speaking clearly will breed new hatred by concealing it."

"You don't understand, little girl," said Captain Philip, with a deep look at Ursula.

"I don't need to understand. All I need to understand is Mrs. Bolton. You might as well ask her if she wants to know the truth about the sinking ship."

"What truth?" Eve Burton's eyes widened.

"Mrs. Bolton." Ursula thought for a while, pushed Eric to stop using her chair, then stood up, went up to hold the other's hand, and sat on the other side. side.

Looking into George Bolton's unfriendly eyes, she said very kindly: "Now it's up to you to choose, whether you want to obtain a lifetime of illusory happiness from lies, or reborn from the painful truth and live soberly."

"What do you mean? What are the lies?" Eve Bolton was a little flustered. She subconsciously wanted to ask her husband for help, but she stopped because of Ursula's sudden increase in strength.

"Please don't ask him, maybe your husband is more decisive than you, but this is your life, isn't it?" Ursula said softly, "You are stronger and smarter than you think, and you can make Decide."

"I..." Eve Bolton was attracted by Ursula's golden eyes, hey, are Miss Watson's eyes golden?She was distracted, her thoughts drifted away, and she didn't know why she seemed to see her own childhood face in it.At that time, I asked her to discuss everything, and told her what her father said to her: "You are the child of a super captain, Eve, so you must also be an excellent captain, listen to your experience Always right."

"But girls can't be captains."

"There will be one day. Before that, you can take control of your life. Life is also an ocean, and it's not much calmer than the real ocean."

"What are you thinking, Eve!" cried George Bolton.

"I want to know!" Eve Burton suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes brightened: "I want to know the truth, I choose to live soberly, but the premise of all this is that it is the real truth, not you nonsense."

"Please believe in Sherlock Holmes, the knights of justice in London will never let the truth be buried, I can guarantee it."

"Miss Watson, your guarantee is meaningless." George Bolton said disdainfully.

"Ah, but your wife doesn't think so." Ursula tilted her head: "My life is an endless adventure."

"I'm very glad that you like my book." Ursula said: "This book is actually not very popular, because girls are still not encouraged to read this kind of 'exciting' adventure literature."

"You are the author of "The Adventures of Miss Phoebe". How do you know that I am reading your book? I never took it out of the room."

"Of course it's because of this bracelet." Ursula pointed to the silver moon phase bracelet on her wrist: "This one is specially customized by me, and it is specially given to ten readers who buy books before the release date. If you don't believe me, I can I will sign your name on the spot and let you verify the authenticity against the book."

"Is my voucher big enough now? I vouch for my literary career." Ursula blinked.

"Enough is enough, and I believe you even if you don't say so," said Eve Bolton.

"Eve, you..."

"I've made up my mind, George." Eve Bolton said firmly. She didn't know why she didn't look at her husband again, but after a quick glance at Captain Philip who hesitated to speak, she turned to Mr. Holmes.

"Please tell me, sir. I need to know the truth."

"In that case, half an hour is enough. How about we start from the moment when the Ruby sank?" Mr. Holmes put away his pocket watch: "After all, this is the beginning of everything."