[comprehensive] fake magician

Kevin opened his eyes and found that the room seemed to be shaking slightly. He immediately jumped up reflexively and bumped into the edge of the bed.

"Ow!" Kevin lay on the bed with his head in his arms. He vaguely remembered that this was in a dream, but the pain was actually felt.After the pain eased, Kevin looked out through the porthole, and saw the blue-gray sea was choppy.

"It won't be so unlucky, is it the Titanic?" Kevin said to himself, he didn't want to fall into the chaotic space when he first came.

After getting dressed, Kevin asked the waiter and learned that it was a cruise ship bound for England.He breathed a sigh of relief and turned all the luggage out.The name on the document was Henry, and there was also a notice of succession to the Baskerville family and a telegram signed by Dr. Mortimer.

If he has heard the legend of Baskerville, Kevin will immediately remember that this is the story in Sherlock Holmes, and he will soon become the victim of a big case.But unfortunately, the man who can tell him the story happens to be at 221 Baker Street taking care of the fake Sherlock Holmes who is pretending to be sick.

After disembarking at the port of Southampton, Kevin boarded the train as instructed and arrived at Waterloo Station.He had been waiting at the station for two hours, but no one came to pick him up.

It was getting late, and Kevin decided to go to a nearby hotel to settle down first, and then go shopping around. He needed to find the person assigned to this dream from the Dream Inception team. It would be great if Clint was there .

Kevin rented a carriage and drove all the way to the Northumberland Hotel. The hotel waiter respectfully carried the luggage to the room.After paying the tip, he took the key and went out.

London in the 100th century was very different from that of more than [-] years later. After centuries of polishing, the stone roads and streets were flooded with water, and the gentlemen all carried walking sticks. This made Kevin a little conspicuous. Have you ever had a walking stick?

Kevin was a little embarrassed, it seems that he still wants to do as the Romans do.He was looking at the shop windows along the street, trying to find a suitable walking stick, when he noticed a carriage hovering near him through the reflection of the shop window.

"Are you following me?" Kevin became alert, but he still pretended to be shopping, watching the carriage through the window, and the sneaky eyes on the carriage had indeed followed his steps closely.After two blocks, it was getting dark, and the carriage was still behind him.

When the carriage stopped, Kevin rushed over, broke into the carriage, and grabbed the man who was following him by the collar, "Tell me, what do you want!"

Only then did Kevin realize that it was a man with a big black beard, and that man quickly took out a handful of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it into Kevin's eyes.

"Ah!" Kevin felt his eyes burning, and when pushed by the man, he lost his balance and fell out of the carriage.Those who followed him also walked away with his hat.

"Oh, God, are you okay?" The coachman was obviously frightened, and he helped Kevin to the carriage again, "I'll take you to the hospital right away."

"Aren't you with him?" Kevin barely narrowed his eyes, and the coachman seemed to have no malicious intentions.

"That bastard, he told me that he is the great detective Sherlock Holmes, that's why I obeyed him." The coachman hurriedly separated himself, "Please be sure to report him to Scotland Yard, and I will testify for you."

"Holmes?" Kevin murmured, why did Holmes follow him?

After arriving at the hospital, the coachman honestly left his contact information, because the license plate number was the same as the one on the back of the carriage, Kevin let him go.Doctors in the hospital then rinsed Kevin's eyes with water.

After lying down for about an hour, Dr. Mortimer was notified by his colleagues and rushed over, "Sir Henry, I am very sorry. I went to visit the great detective Sherlock Holmes this morning. Unfortunately, he was ill. I was busy taking care of him. Forget about picking you up."

"What? Holmes is sick? He was still following me this evening," Kevin said in surprise.

"Following you? Impossible, Holmes has been with us all this time," Dr. Watson who was traveling with him said. Because Kevin kept his eyes closed, he only noticed his arrival at this time.

"you are?"

"John Watson," Watson introduced himself, "I am Holmes' assistant."

"I've heard about it for a long time," Kevin said with a smile, "then Holmes who followed me is a fake."

"I am afraid that is so," Watson nodded. "By the way, Sir Henry, how did you hurt your eye?"

"I noticed that someone was following me, so I found a good time to catch him. Unexpectedly, he grabbed a handful of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it on my eyes, and I couldn't see anything." Kevin couldn't help it He rubbed his eyes with his hand, but Watson held him down.

"You are really brave..." Doctor Mortimer exclaimed.

"How dare you ruin Holmes' reputation everywhere," Watson said through gritted teeth, while unconsciously hitting the floor twice with his cane.He immediately realized his gaffe, and coughed lightly, "By the way, those powders?"

"I asked the doctor to leave part of the medicine for washing powder, and it was there." Kevin pointed to the table next to the hospital bed. He asked the doctor to keep part of it just to determine what the poisonous substance was. Unexpectedly, this became the real Sherlock Holmes. The case is the key to solving the case.

"Please allow me to take it back and study it carefully." Watson picked up the liquid in the glass bottle and looked at it carefully.

"Of course." Kevin smiled. He had long wanted to see Holmes' ability to solve crimes.

"Sir Henry, my colleagues told me that you can be discharged from the hospital, as long as you take a good rest," Doctor Mortimer urged, "I have ordered the carriage, and I cannot let you stay in the cold hospital overnight."

"Then Dr. Watson, can I visit Detective Holmes tomorrow morning?" Kevin squinted his eyes and saw Watson's face clearly through the light. He has two beards, a black gentleman's hat on his head, and a spiritual brown suit.

"Uh, of course." Watson smiled awkwardly, "but he is sick now, so I'm afraid he can't help you solve the case."

"It's okay, I just want to see him," Kevin blurted out, he just wanted to see the real face of the famous detective.But Kevin immediately realized that there was something wrong with this statement, "I mean, just visit him, it should be."

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning, if it's convenient for you," Watson said after thinking for a few seconds. He was a little uncertain whether he could cure Holmes' arrogance before this time.

"It's a deal." Kevin wanted to take off his hat to salute, but found that the hat had been snatched away. His hands froze in mid-air for a second and then retracted. Then he sat in the carriage with the help of Dr. Mortimer in embarrassment , Chao Huasheng waved goodbye.

Watson waved his hand and smiled. Although this jazz returned from North America did not look like a British nobleman at all, he was also completely airless, which made Watson feel a little better.Watson sighed, and he decided to do the ideological work of the family member tonight, and let him meet this knight with a sympathetic family background.

[That morning, 221B]

"Who the fuck is this?" Stark opened his eyes, and saw a strange man puffed up on his bed, sound asleep. He lifted the quilt to look, and found that he was not wearing any clothes. Feeling a little spooky.

Stark violently pushed the strange man off the bed, and his heart was relieved, because the man was wearing clothes.

"Sherlock Holmes," Watson rubbed his aching head and stood up, "Sorry, I drank too much last night and entered your bedroom."

"What did you call me?" Stark wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"Holmes," Watson looked at Stark with playful eyes, and the other party wrapped his body tightly with a quilt, as if he was afraid that he would take advantage of him.Watson skillfully took out Holmes's clothes and threw them to Stark, jokingly said, "Honey, what's wrong with you."

"Who is your dear?" Stark looked at the handsome man beside the bed with a smile on his face, and felt more and more hairy in his heart. "You just said this is my bedroom, right?"

"Yes," Watson nodded, a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead inadvertently.

"Then get out soon," Stark said impatiently.

"Hey, Holmes, what's the matter with you?" Watson frowned. He noticed that Holmes seemed to be a little abnormal.

"Do you want to stay and watch me change?" Stark asked dissatisfied.

Watson shook his head helplessly, and walked out of the bedroom. Holmes had never shy away from him before.Depressedly, he fiddled with the cane left by Dr. Mortimer who came to visit, and began to try to use Holmes' basic deduction to deduce the purpose of the doctor's visit.

However, Watson felt that he couldn't calm down at all. If it was normal, he would seriously tell Holmes his reasoning, and maybe even get a compliment or two from Holmes' always stingy mouth, even if the reasoning is all wrong, Holmes He will also comfort him and say, "Dear Watson, although you are not a genius, you have the power to inspire genius!"

But what happened to Holmes today?Watson looked nervously at the door of Holmes' bedroom. It had been almost half an hour, and Holmes still hadn't come out.

At this time, a doorbell came in from the window, and Watson heard Mrs. Hudson open the door. He stood up and prepared to greet the guests. A poodle rushed in first. Watson didn't stop it, and it went straight Holmes' bedroom.

The dog's owner followed up panting, "Randy, don't run around!"

"You came to see Dr. Mortimer just yesterday?"

"Exactly."

"Please come in!"

At this time, Stark, our fake Mr. Holmes, is staring in a daze in the mirror, and the sexy beard on his upper lip has been shaved off, which makes Stark a little frustrated.But after staring at the mirror for a few minutes, he rubbed his chin and said to himself, "Well, that looks good too."

That's when he was interrupted by a barking poodle, and he noticed another dead dog in the bedroom, which looked like a Great Dane.

Stark shook his head helplessly, trying to drag the dead dog out, when Watson came in, "Where do you want to take Gladstone?"

"It's dead," Stark shrugged.

"It's not dead, it's just fainted by the new anesthetic you experimented with." Watson snatched the dog from Holmes' hands and put it back where it was just now. "It's so unlucky that it became your pet."

"But it doesn't have a heartbeat," Stark explained.

"Okay, your dog has died not once or twice, there are guests visiting outside, go out quickly," Watson said, pushing Holmes out of the door.

"Guest? Who? What are you here for?"

"I thought you had figured it out," Watson said with a smile. "It's Dr. Mortimer. Of course your guest came to you to solve the case."

"Tell him I'm sick," Stark quickly undressed and lay back on the bed.

"He's a doctor, you can't fool him!" Watson kindly reminded him.

"Don't forget, you are also a doctor." Stark had already guessed Watson's identity. Who else could be so close to Holmes besides Watson.

"Holmes!"

"Dear... Watson," Stark blinked his wide eyes.

"Well, just this once!" Watson shook his head helplessly. If anyone could endure Holmes' arrogance indefinitely, it could only be him.Watson decided to help Holmes hide the truth.