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Chapter 1 Houses, Wills and Owls

Sherlock got out of the taxi, and unskillfully took out a few pounds from his pocket to pay the driver.

He stood by the side of the road, staring at the dilapidated house in front of him and couldn't help but be dazed.

It has been almost a week since I came to this world.

He has long been used to the typical Western English name of Sherlock Forrest.

This is a very cliché time-travel story.

Charlotte, a fresh graduate who originally lived in Huaxia in the 21st century, was accidentally hit by an electric car on her way to her first job interview.

The owner of the bicycle fell into the river with him, which caused an ordinary accident that was not even a car accident, and Charlotte drowned.

I don't know if it's because everyone named Charlotte has an easy-to-travel physique.

When he woke up again, he found that he had transmigrated into a young British man lying on a hospital bed.

The environment changed suddenly, and Charlotte, who was very unfamiliar with everything around her, was very confused about it at first.

But he has always controlled his emotions pretty well, he didn't make any drastic moves in the hospital, and he didn't say anything wrong.

After a detailed examination by a group of blond and blue-eyed doctors, they came to the conclusion of Charlotte's condition.

Amnesia caused by a blow to the head.

This is undoubtedly a good explanation for Charlotte, who doesn't know anything about the situation and doesn't even inherit the memory of her predecessor.

Even his spoken English, whose accent has not changed, can explain the past.

Afterwards, with the excuse of amnesia, he learned all kinds of information about the body he possessed in this world from the doctor in the hospital openly.

Sherlock Forest (Sherlock Forest), an ordinary 20-year-old unemployed single youth in Surrey, England.

At home, I fell down from the second floor due to an accident and passed out.

Fortunately, the kind neighbor next door found it in time and sent it to the hospital.

When he woke up again, the original Sherlock became the crossed Charlotte.

The time now is Britain in 1992. This country is experiencing a wave of economic decline. The superpower in the north has just announced its disintegration for less than a year, and the whole of Europe looks a bit depressed.

In the immediate August, most European countries will be caught in a financial crisis triggered by currency depreciation, among which the United Kingdom is the most affected.

This is the only thing that Charlotte, who has occasionally attended a few lectures of the finance department in her spare time, knows about the major events that will happen in Britain this year.

He never dared to think that this plot that would only appear in novels would actually happen to him.

After two days in the hospital, he gradually accepted this fact.

Originally, Charlotte was a person who went with the flow. In his previous life, he was an orphan. Apart from meeting a bunch of cronies in school, he had nothing to worry about.

It might not be a bad thing for him to travel to England at the end of the [-]th century.

With the vision and knowledge far beyond this era, it may be possible to get rid of the original life of a social animal.

Charlotte, who accepted the reality, also officially accepted the identity of Sherlock.

He stayed in the hospital for another two days, and after being confirmed by the doctor that there was nothing wrong with him, he was released directly from the hospital.

Sherlock in this world seems to have no relatives.

Otherwise, it would have been a week since he was hospitalized with amnesia, and there would be no one who came to visit him.

This is naturally the best thing for Sherlock, who did not inherit the memory of his predecessor.

If there are relatives like parents, then he really doesn't know how to face it.

But Sherlock doesn't seem to be completely alone.

The doctor did not ask him for these expenses for hospitalization until he was discharged from the hospital.

After telling him that he could be discharged from the hospital, he handed him a note and told him that the address written on it was his home.

Relying on the few pounds in his pocket, Sherlock took a taxi to his home in this world, which was written on the address.

To be honest, this small two-story building looks a bit dilapidated from the outside.

The outer walls had begun to crack, and the floor tiles in front of the house were also full of cracks. The weeds in the yard had obviously been neglected for a long time, and the iron gate in front of the yard was covered with rust marks.

At first glance, people who don't know will probably subconsciously think that this is a haunted house where some old witch once lived.

Sherlock, who came back to his senses, shook his head and smiled wryly twice.

Whether it's a human house or a haunted house, it's pretty good for him to have a house to live in now, so he can't be too picky.

At the same time, looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, his gaze also became firm.

It's just starting from scratch.

Before the time travel, that kind of orphan started the game, he was admitted to a well-known domestic institution of higher learning and won a national scholarship, which made him stand out.

In this world, with the advantage of foresight, he really doesn't believe that his life in the future will be worse than before!
Sherlock, who made up his mind, lightly clenched his fists and stood in front of the house, whispering two words to himself.

"work hard!"

However, before he walked into his house with firm steps, the sound of the car turning off suddenly sounded behind him.

Sherlock looked back in some surprise, and found a top luxury car parked behind him that he had lived for more than 20 years and had only seen the logo on TV.

The car door opened, an old man with white hair, clean and tidy clothes, obviously the price of all the clothes he wore in his previous life, the total sum multiplied by 10, may not be able to buy a tie, an old man in a suit and leather shoes, respectfully from Get out of the car.

"Master, congratulations on your discharge from the hospital, but unfortunately on the day you were discharged from the hospital, the master's condition deteriorated and he is now admitted to the hospital."

While Sherlock was still in a daze, the old man bowed and handed it to him with a document in his hand.

"The master said that your loss of memory is not a bad thing, and he doesn't want to continue to quarrel with you like this."

"As long as you are willing to promise that you will never have contact with those people again, then his title and family property will be yours."

"After all, you are his own flesh and blood, and he doesn't want to give the title passed down from his ancestors and the family property he has worked hard for most of his life to those cold-blooded relatives."

"This contract is both an agreement and a will. As long as you are willing to sign it, you can inherit all the property of the Cavendish family."

Seeing that Sherlock, who was standing still and stunned by his words, still didn't respond, the old man sighed and stuffed the will into his hands.

"Master, don't be angry with the master anymore. Forget it, you don't remember anything now. But your father really hopes that you can inherit the title of the Cavendish family. If you think clearly, you can Call me according to the number above, and I will take you to see the master as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, the old man sat back in the car, and the black car started and drove away slowly.

After being in a daze for more than ten minutes, Sherlock was startled by the sudden sound of a horn on the road and came back to his senses.

He looked blankly at the will in his hand, and then looked up blankly at the dilapidated house in front of him.

So, in this world, he is actually a rich second generation who left home in a fit of anger?
His cheap father is also seriously ill and will pass away in the near future?

As long as he signs this will, the hard work and hard work he said before will be like the ink written in his pen, and will never fall on him again?
Stimulated by the ups and downs of life, Sherlock's brain went blank, and he stared blankly at the clear sky except for a black spot in the distance.

A reckless smirk gradually appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself again.

"Go to tnd and work hard! I want to enjoy happiness!"

While he was speaking, the black dot in the sky was getting closer and closer, an owl stretched its wings, gliding over Sherlock's head like a bomber, and dropped its own "bomb" at the same time.

A letter with lions, snakes, eagles, badgers, four kinds of animals surrounding the H badge hit Sherlock's smiling face that hadn't just become arrogant.

(End of this chapter)