Chapter 2 I seem to have threatened human life. Will Dr. Watson be angry?

"What is a sheriff?" the girl asked quietly, leaning forward curiously, puzzled by this term.

"It is someone who manages the miscellaneous affairs of a region. To some extent, it can also be said to be a king." Dr. Watson explained.

The girl blinked.

"So if you encounter trouble, why don't you ask your own royal servant to solve it?" The girl said, and then she tilted her head and examined the middle-aged man who had always been well-dressed in Watson's impression but was very embarrassed today.

"Maybe he doesn't have a royal servant either." The girl said to herself, "After all, I don't have a royal servant either, which is really pitiful."

"You know, I am the sheriff here." The middle-aged man said, his tone humble and fearful, "Although I have long been prepared for revenge by criminals, I didn't expect such a cruel method."

The detective's gray eyes stayed on his face for a while.

"Do you want us to help you remove the curse, or find out who is cursing you?" Holmes asked.

"Find that person." The middle-aged man said, "The wizard said that only by finding the person who cursed me can the curse be lifted."

"So what did he mail you?" Watson brought up the black tea, saying that he wanted to drink some hot drinks to calm down. The middle-aged man held the cup tightly as if holding a life-saving straw, and he almost wanted to crush the cup with such force.

"This is it." He said carefully, and Watson and Holmes looked in the direction of his finger.

I don't know when, on the second-floor window of 221b, a teddy bear was lying in a human peeping posture. This is a classic cream-brown teddy bear, which is very beautifully made, with a round face and black and bright eyes. It is definitely a valuable handicraft given to a noble lady.

However, no matter how cute the doll is, lying on the window like this can really support the word that makes people feel creepy.

"It has been following me." The middle-aged man's voice was chaotic like a murmur, "It always stares at me from a distance."

"Didn't you take any measures?" Watson asked.

"Why didn't I!" The middle-aged man's voice suddenly became excited. Watson hurriedly took the medicine, suspecting that he would faint in the next second. He tried hard to unbutton his shirt collar, but the buttons did not go as he wished, so he even tore his clothes open, and the buttons broke, bounced on the carpet, and did not move like a dead fish that had exhausted the last bit of moisture.

Watson saw the bandage wrapped under his shirt and the blood oozing out of the wound due to the excitement.

"After being followed by this thing for three days, I finally couldn't stand it." The sheriff said, gasping for breath, "I shot it once."

"Then a muzzle appeared on my body," he pointed to the wound and said, "It was exactly the same as the position on its body. If it was an inch off, I would probably have died."

"And I couldn't catch it." The sheriff said, "No matter how I chased and intercepted it, I couldn't catch it."

"I also tried to lock the door, or cross the river, and used any method. It always appeared not far away from me, staring at me." The sheriff said.

Watson had to admit that this was indeed an indescribable horror.

He selected a few potions and drew them into a syringe, preparing to calm the sheriff's emotions to prevent his wounds from worsening. However, the sheriff in front of him suddenly opened his eyes and roared loudly.

"Hey, what are you doing!" He shouted, almost jumping up, but fortunately Watson used force in advance to hold him down.

Watson turned his head and saw that the girl had stood up from her chair at some point, then she pushed open the window and hugged the teddy bear in her arms.

The sheriff couldn't stand this stimulation, so he whimpered, lowered his head and fainted.

The girl held the teddy bear and walked to his limp body. She lowered her head and looked at his body in confusion, then raised her foot and touched it.

The sheriff's limp limbs bounced, but he didn't wake up.

"Is he dead?" the girl asked. "Shouldn't he be transported to that church? Then the man in black can sprinkle some water on him and bury him in the soil."

"So why sprinkle some water on him and bury him in the soil? Will you become a seed after you die?" she asked curiously. "Do all those trees grow like this?"

"He just fainted and will be able to get up soon. I'm afraid you will be disappointed, but he won't become a tree for a while." Holmes squatted down, stretched out his hand, and touched his neck. "Is this your teddy bear?"

"What is a teddy bear?" the girl raised her head and asked. "Is this the thing?" She lifted the little bear and looked at it for a while.

"Is it yours?" Holmes asked. He knew that the girl was very calm. Even if she asked a question many times, she would not answer it if she didn't want to.

"No," the girl shook her head. "It belongs to my friend. It has his mark."

She let go of her hand, and the teddy bear automatically hid behind a cabinet, but still looked at the sheriff who fainted on the ground in a peeping posture.

The cute black bean-like eyes seemed to reflect a distorted world, and it seemed that there was only the person it was following.

"I'll think of a way now. If it doesn't work, maybe I have to recuperate in the hospital." Watson also squatted down and did some examinations. "Not only was he frightened, but his wounds have also worsened."

"He has a fever." He used the back of his hand to test the sheriff's neck. "It seems that he was really scared."

"Hospital?" The girl blinked her bright and complex eyes. "So he will die if he is sent to the hospital?"

"Although I don't know why you have this understanding, but it is common sense for humans to increase the probability of survival when sent to the hospital." Holmes said, he lit a cigarette for himself, pulled the girl back to her own room, and then the gray-eyed man turned his head and looked at the girl's face.

He thought of the Queen Victoria Hospital. There were many terrifying rumors about it, madmen, human experiments or Frankenstein. He knew that every word about this girl might reveal her common sense.

Common sense of the other world.

"Because I found that most of the bodies were carried out from prisons and hospitals." The girl said seriously, "So are you going to execute him?"

She asked excitedly.

And Holmes also realized another thing, that is, the sheriff, in the eyes of the girl, was guilty.

"Does your friend also execute criminals?" he asked.

"No," Luna said, she squatted down, looking at the teddy bear that continued to peek at the sheriff through the crack in the door, and muttered in a low voice, "I'm so jealous, it seems that her followers have increased again."

"But I don't have any followers yet." She said to herself, "Why not ask it in person why it has so many followers."

The girl straightened up and clapped her hands, "Okay, you must find the owner of the teddy bear, I want to see him."

The girl obviously had no concept of personal pronouns. For her friend, in a short period of time, she had changed from a non-human to a human, and then from a female to a male.

"Why do you want believers?" the gray-eyed man asked, his eyes fell on the girl, but the girl never seemed to be afraid of his scrutiny, but felt very happy that he would look at her seriously.

Perhaps for the girl, this kind of focused gaze would be understood by her as her worship and admiration.

"Because everyone has it." The girl sat on the bed and bounced herself up on the thick mattress, "Believers will give them a lot of good things." "

And it is said that only after having believers can you become more powerful." She raised a finger, "So I want believers."

"I want a lot of believers." She said seriously.

"Then what can you do for the believers?" Holmes asked, "Reveal the truth?"

"Well," the girl thought for a moment and shook her head again, "but humans don't seem to like to hear me tell them the truth."

"Because you didn't help them out of their predicament." Holmes took a puff of cigarette and looked at the girl silently. She seemed to be trying to figure out the meaning of every word. "For example, if you can prevent the sheriff from being tracked by the bear, or tell him the principle of your friend's ability, he will thank you and maybe even believe in you."

The girl shook her head, "He already knows how to get rid of it, which is to find the sender."

"As for the latter point, I can't betray my friends." She said seriously, pointing to the books on the bookshelf, "I saw it, don't you humans also advocate this?" It

must be said that this girl has some simple ideas and upholds them as life principles.

Maybe this is also one of her characteristics.

"If we find the sender," Holmes took a puff of his cigarette, "the teddy bear won't follow him."

"The teddy bear can be recycled by his believers," the girl replied, "but won't humans choose not to?"

"Yes." The gray-eyed man nodded, "You're right, humans will choose not to."

When he put out his cigarette and walked out, the sheriff regained some consciousness. The gray-eyed man walked to his side, squatted down, and asked him for the key.

"Will you help me find the sender?" The frail middle-aged man grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, "Really?" Frightened tears hung on his face. "Ah?"

The girl looked at his face and tilted her head slightly, "Shouldn't you know who sent it to you?" "

At least you know the name and appearance."

The girl thought about it, and patted her forehead lightly as if she was not satisfied with her eyes. She opened her eyes again, wanting to see more things, but she saw the middle-aged man screaming as if he was strangled, and fainted again.

The girl walking on the street thought seriously about what a fragile creature he was, "I seem to have threatened human life. Will Dr. Watson be angry?" "Probably

." The man with gray eyes said concisely, "But when he came back, he forgot about it."

"So don't worry."