Oriental Iconographer in London

Victorian EraSherlock HolmesMasterpieceEveryday Life In 1880, an Oriental painter moved into 221A Baker Street, London. She can turn bones into human faces and make disappearing features reappear. Scotland Yard calls her "magic" but she says it's just science. She would also cook strange oriental food and distribute it to the neighbors and to the children wandering around the corner. The scent of her flowers always overpowers the smell of turpentine. Sherlock Holmes initially thought she was a puzzle—a puzzle full of contradictions. Too beautiful, too smart, too kind. This is unreasonable. So he began to observe. Observe how she deduces the murderer from a fragment of silk, how she comforts her collapsed mother with a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, and how she rushes into a fire with a heart attack just to save an unknown child. At the end of the observation, he found that he had a bad habit: listening to the noise next door every morning. He would be restless if he didn't hear the sound of her making tea. Until that night, she fell on the snow covered in blood. As Holmes picked her up, his mind went blank. All logic, all reasoning, all damn reason—it's all gone. Only one thought remained: she couldn't die. Later, he wrote in his laboratory notes: "Experimental conclusion: The existence of Shen Nange is the only variable that can make me stop thinking. And I don't want to cure this 'fault'." She asked him: "Mr. Holmes, what's wrong with you?"