The girl in front of me gives people a very strange feeling. Her facial features are very delicate. Under her slightly unruly bangs, a pair of big gray eyes are looking at the guests in front of her with interest. Her slender eyelashes are slightly
The trembling, fleeting reflection in her eyes was like a few invisible butterflies caressing the corners of her eyebrows; on the bridge of her small and delicate nose, there was a pair of silver-rimmed monocles, which seemed to belong to the detective in the novel.
It's a iconic piece of equipment, but it wouldn't look out of place on a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. The ears are a little bigger, giving off a boyish look, but the outline of the cochlea is very graceful, and the earlobes are
Two amethyst earrings the size of fingernails hung on the top, neutralizing this feeling; the pursed lips looked a little thin and dark in color. They were born, not due to malnutrition, which was the most surprising.
What's more, she still has a rosewood pipe in her mouth. The breathtaking luster slowly flows from the polished surface, which is enough to reflect the surprised expressions of the guests. However, there is no tobacco leaf burning in this pipe.
, seems to be just like the pair of monocles, just purely decorative.
Monocle, pipe, deerstalker hat, plaid cloak, breeches and boots, as well as this beautiful face... She is like a beautiful elf walking out of the portrait of Vogelost, "Into the Night",
It is also like the opposite-sex version of the great detective described by Conan Doyle in "Sherlock Holmes". With such a unique dress and appearance, if placed in a crowd, it will definitely be the center of attention.
However, this is the strangest thing about Ringer: after all the elements were gathered in this girl, she turned into an ordinary passerby, like a face that can be seen everywhere in the crowd.
Ignore the past. Especially those gray eyes, there is a faint mist filling them. Gray eyes are a very rare feature among the common people in the Kingdom of Great Brita, and the mist can easily arouse people's desire to explore the mystery.
Desire, only when facing the girl in front of me.
When you look into her eyes, you will have a feeling: there is nothing in them, they are a pair of empty, nothingness, eyes that are not worthy of in-depth exploration, so the owner of these eyes must also be
He is the person with the least sense of existence in the world, just like... just like the fog around him.
Ringer was horrified, and finally realized where the strange feeling came from: in the foggy weather, there is gray fog all around the person, around the head, and above the head, but there is no fog around him. This is because
Don't they exist? Of course not, simply because you can't see them.
Therefore, this girl does not lack a sense of existence, but deliberately lowers her sense of existence. She follows everyone like a mist, but makes those people unable to notice her existence at all. Before, the two sides were in the dark
When chasing in the streets and alleys of Shuixiang, every pedestrian or resident in the house who happened to pass by seemed indifferent and didn't care about what was happening around him. Ringer originally thought that they were protecting themselves wisely, but now it seems that maybe they just didn't.
Just noticed?
Only when facing the guests she personally invites, the girl will take off the disguise of mist and show her true appearance - for example, these people standing in front of her at this moment.
"Why are the guests silent?"
When the three Ringers silently observed the mysterious girl dressed as a detective, the other party took the initiative to speak again. Her voice was also very special, with a distant and ethereal feeling, as if she came from a place far away.
It came out, but it seemed so clear: "All guests who visit our office have more or less special entrustments that need to be handled. My professionalism requires me to remain silent while handling them with all my heart, so please don't worry.
Please tell me your entrustment, and I guarantee that no third person in this world will know its contents except you and me."
Do you think we keep quiet because we are worried about leaks?
Ringer raised his eyebrows slightly: "Before talking about work, you might as well introduce yourself first, Miss Detective. It is not polite to talk to yourself to confused guests. Or do you want me to call you directly?
For Miss Sherlock Holmes?"
"ah."
The girl behind the desk made a look of realization: "It turns out that I forgot the most important thing. I'm really sorry. By the way, although I like the great detective very much, it doesn't mean that I have to become a detective like him.
oh."
She winked slyly, then took the pipe out of her mouth and knocked it gently on the corner of the table. Her tone was a little more serious: "Then, as you wish, guest, let me introduce myself first.
My name is Gloria Risbelet, a detective in Old London. I am not very well-known yet, but it doesn’t matter. Fame is not the only criterion for judging ability. Great Detective
He is often deprived of credit by inferior colleagues, but who can deny his ability? So please trust me and I will give you a satisfactory answer."
She spoke eloquently and her tone was full of confidence. Just when Ringer was about to say something, she suddenly said "ah" as if she remembered something: "I almost forgot, I have an assistant I want to introduce to you. Just like
Just like the doctor is always indispensable beside a great detective, I also have a right-hand assistant who I want to let you know."
assistant?
The three Ringers looked around the room, but did not find the fifth person, and there was no place to hide him. So, where is the "assistant" she mentioned?
Facing the guests' silent inquiries, Miss Gloria calmly raised the pipe in her hand and blew gently into the inhalation hole. The next moment, a star popped out of the mouth of the empty pipe...
…beans?
Although the time was short and it quickly fell back, Ringer was convinced that he had seen it correctly. It was a bean, and it seemed to be a... peanut bean?
"This is my assistant - Mr. Peanut." Miss Gloria looked at the complicated expressions of the guests and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Although their names are slightly different from Mr. Watson's, I believe they are all the same.
It is loyal and reliable, so please trust its ability."
Are you sure the only difference is the name!?
Even the races are different!
And what abilities does this guy have? Can he serve as food rations at critical moments!?
Ringer originally didn't want to complain.
But there is no way, there are too many places to complain about.
"Not bad." A certain golden-haired maid pinched her chin and thought thoughtfully: "Miss Detective Gloria and her peanut assistant sound very interesting. Should we also create a similar combination? Saint
Miss Charlia and her useless lamb? Miss Ietta and her useful whale? Or Miss Lorena and her dependent wheelchair? Pfft, no, this is such a hellish joke, I will go to hell!
Puff, puff..."
Inexplicably, she squatted down holding her belly, suppressing laughter until her cheeks turned red, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, as if she was in pain.
Gloria: “…”
Ringer & Saint Xalia: "..."
What’s most worth complaining about is that this kind of funny style happens to be Alice’s favorite type.