[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

One day many years later, William inadvertently broke into a secret room in Hogwarts. There was nothing in this secret room, except for a palm-sized box on the ground in the middle. William dubiously opened the box. Pick it up and look at it carefully.This is a very ordinary-looking box, but there is no place on it to open it.William searched for a while in doubt, but unfortunately found nothing. In desperation, he had no choice but to stuff the box into his pocket and take it home.

Sherlock hadn't filed a case for the past two days, and he was lying lazily on the sofa without moving. There were some materials scattered around him, the paper was yellow, and some were missing a corner or carbonized after being burned.

"What are you doing?" William picked up the yellowed newspaper closest to him, only to see that there was a murder case of a bride in the Victorian era.

"You, turn around, you've affected my thinking." Sherlock didn't even look at William, and kept his eyes closed.

"...Okay, okay, I'll turn around." William looked at Sherlock helplessly, knowing that he was throwing a child's tantrum again, turned around as he said, and took out the things in his pockets. Put it on the table next to him, then hang the coat on the coat rack, and said habitually, "I'll make you a cup of tea."

Sherlock didn't answer, and William walked into the kitchen without being surprised.At this time, the kitchen was divided into two halves. One half contained Sherlock's medical equipment and some unknown things, and the other half was clean, containing some kitchen supplies and condiments.

After William made the tea, he poured it into a teapot with red maple leaves, placed it on the tray, and placed two cups of the same color beside it.

"Sherlock's tea is ready, you can..." William had just walked out of the kitchen, before he finished speaking, he saw Sherlock holding a palm-sized box with a curious expression on his face, and took out a black stone inside.

"Let go, Sherlock!" William shouted to Sherlock in surprise after feeling the vibration of the magic power, then put the tray aside, teleported to Sherlock and hugged him in his arms.

In an instant, the sky was spinning, and the howling cold wind made them unable to open their eyes.The two embraced each other tightly, feeling as if they had fallen from the sky and reached the ground very quickly.

When I opened my eyes again, it was still London, the dark sky, noisy passers-by, although it was the same scene, but this time, it was completely different from where they are now, the passers-by were wearing retro suits, coming and going. The frequent carriages, young people selling newspapers, all of these things show that although this is Dunlon, it is not the same Dunlon they were originally in.

"This is simply amazing, we seem to have returned to the last century." Before William could finish his sentence with a smile, only Sherlock's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Maybe we just went back to the last century." Sherlock replied with a smile as if thinking of something.

"Sherlock, don't you..." William also seemed to understand something, and when he was about to ask Sherlock, he suddenly heard Watson's voice from a distance.

"Sherlock, why did you come here? I've been looking for you for a long time, do you know?" Watson said, ran to Sherlock, looked at William who suddenly appeared, and asked suspiciously, "This is the new A client?"

"Oh, of course not." Sherlock said, patting Watson with his left hand, "Let's go back quickly... This is Mr. William Stoker, and this is Mr. John Watson."

Seeing Sherlock's introduction, William raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything, but looked at Watson as if he didn't know him at all, and he had a faint doubt.

"Good day, Doctor Watson." William smiled and held out his hand.

"Mr. Stock, good day." Watson stretched out his hand with the same smile, and shook William's hand.

After the three of them met, Watson called a carriage. This kind of European-style carriage from the last century was black in the style of a carriage. After opening the door, there were thick benches padded with cloth on both sides, and the three of them sat on it. After the car, Sherlock and William sat on one side, while Watson sat alone on the other side. This sudden change made Watson look a little unnatural. You must know that he and Sherlock usually sit together of.

The carriage was on the streets of London. Before long, white snowflakes began to fall in the sky. Watson looked out through the window and said with emotion, "Christmas is coming."

Sherlock nodded, but didn't speak. He closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.However, William didn't notice that he was completely confused by the fact that his magic power had completely disappeared at this time.If he hadn't guessed that this was the complete "forbidden magic" world, he would have been anxious to death.

For a magician, magic is like air. If there is no magic one day, it is like no air. He thinks he will die!

The carriage was walking on the avenue, and Watson saw the young man selling newspapers, and shouted loudly, "How are the newspapers bought?"

"Very good, sir." The young newspaper seller shouted loudly, as if he knew Watson, he asked, "When is your next article going to be published?"

Watson thought for a while, then shrugged at the man.

The carriage gradually moved away, and William looked at the increasingly familiar road, knowing that he was approaching Baker Street.Sure enough, at the next intersection, the carriage turned and entered Baker Street.

When they got to No. 221b, the three got out of the car. After Watson paid, Sherlock was already ringing the doorbell.Suddenly, the door opened and Aunt Hudson came out.

"Mrs. Hudson, good day... This gentleman is Mr. William Stocker." Sherlock introduced the two to each other, and winked at William again.

Having been with Sherlock for so many years, how could he not notice that something was wrong with this place?William knew that the old woman in front of him, who looked exactly like his aunt, was also named Mrs. Hudson, not really his aunt, but a stranger.

William greeted Mrs. Hudson and followed Sherlock to the house.Watson also walked in at this time.

"I read your article, Watson," said Mrs. Hudson.

"Do you like it?" Watson asked reservedly.

"No," said Mrs. Hudson. "You didn't say a single word in your article. So I was just pouring your coffee and ushering in the guests? Oh, my God!"

Seeing Mrs. Hudson walking back to the kitchen with her head covered in sorrow, Watson shrugged and went upstairs.

At this moment, Sherlock opened the door, and it was dark because the heavy curtains were drawn. William frowned, walked over and opened the curtains layer by layer, and before turning his head, he heard Sherlock start to growl , "Mrs. Hudson, why is there someone in my room? I won't say, but I can't let anyone into my room without permission? Why did this person come in!"

Hearing Sherlock's roar, William turned his head and looked at the woman standing in the corner of the house with her back to the three of them. He always felt that the woman's back was familiar to him.

"She's going to come in anyway, I've persuaded her, and besides, I don't have a line." Mrs. Hudson's voice came from downstairs with some complaints.

"Oh, Watson, I think you must add some words to Mrs. Hudson in your next article." After Sherlock finished speaking, he looked at those who turned their backs to him, wearing the typical Victorian women's petticoat and wearing a suit. The gauze hat covered half of his face, "You complain about your husband not coming home all the time, and you are very distressed. You are here this time because you want me to help you find your husband back."

"Oh, Sherlock, how do you know?" Watson looked at Sherlock and asked. For some reason, he always felt that the woman in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"The smell of her perfume," Sherlock said, sitting on the sofa beside William.

"Perfume?" Watson wondered.

"Yes, your wife's perfume." After Sherlock finished speaking, the woman who had been turning her back to them turned around and smiled at Watson. It turned out that it was really Watson's wife—Mary.

"Hey, Mary, why are you here?" Watson asked Mary with a sigh of relief.

"I just want to know what my husband is doing without coming home for three days in a row?" Mary said, blinking at Watson, but what she said made Watson a little helpless, Watson Walked up to Mary, gave her a hug, and said, "You just need to get us some food, dear Mary."

"But..." Mary looked at Watson hesitantly, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Watson's next sentence, "Honey, I'm hungry, is there anything else I can eat?"

Mary looked at Watson speechlessly without answering.

Seeing Watson like this, William was taken aback for a moment, secretly thinking that if the modern Watson was like this, Mary would probably give him a sofa.However, the status of women in the Victorian period was low. They could only take care of their husbands and children at home, wash and cook, and had no power. It is very common to not organize things, etc.

"Officer Greg, you're here, come in quickly and don't eavesdrop at the door." Sherlock glanced at the door suddenly, and said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, Officer Lestrade walked in, he glanced at the decanter on another table, and said to Sherlock, "I didn't eavesdrop at the door, I just arrived... How did you know it was me, Sherlock?"

"Your footsteps," Sherlock explained, "are slightly heavier than the others... You are on vacation today, and you came to see me, because you stupid London police officers have encountered problems that cannot be solved. matter."

"Of course." Officer Lestrade was already familiar with Sherlock's behavior, "However, I'm on vacation now."

"But your behavior tells me that you are hesitant to speak about something." Sherlock glanced at Lestrade and said, "Watson, give our police officer Lestrade a glass of wine, I think this will help." Let him play it."

"I think you're wrong this time, Sherlock." Watson looked at Officer Lestrade and poured him a glass of wine from a table beside him. "I don't think Officer Lestrade is nervous, but fear."

Sherlock shrugged.

"Is there any other difficult case?" William is already familiar with Officer Lestrade, but this is the first time he has seen General Lestrade have such...frightening emotions. What happened? matter?