My name is Jiang Sheng, a female forensic doctor in the Forensic Medicine Department of the Municipal Public Security Bureau in 1987.
Thirty-one years old, I have handled 327 corpses, the last one being myself.
He was stabbed to death on the autopsy table by his family members who were dissatisfied with the identification results.
When I opened my eyes again, I became a man——
John Watson.
Sherlock Holmes' roommate,
A retired military doctor from the Victorian era,
New residents at 221B Baker Street.
Male body, female core.
The identity of a military doctor and the soul of a forensic doctor.
Others rely on reasoning to detect cases, but I rely on corpses to detect cases.
Corpse spots, rigor mortis, wounds, poisons, scar forms...
There is no dead language that I cannot read.
Until I saw that Inspector from Scotland Yard -
Lestrade.
His heart suddenly trembled.
He is my great-great-grandfather.
I jumped through hundreds of years and returned to the time of my ancestors.
Holmes: You don't look like a doctor, you look like the agent of death.
Lestrade: I don't know why, but I feel friendly when I see you.
Me: Don't come close. I come from a hundred years later. I am your great-granddaughter.
Since then, there has been a legendary forensic doctor in London.
Don't fall in love, don't hang out in circles, just keep the truth.
Bodies don't lie, and neither can I.
Reader comments
"Dressed as Watson: I Worked as a Forensic Doctor in Baker Street" uses time travel as its shell, profession as its bones, and humanity as its soul. When the calm reason of a modern female forensic doctor collides with the foggy London of the Victorian era, it brings not only the crime-solving techniques of dimensionality reduction, but also a common gaze on the dignity of life from the perspectives of the two eras. The author cleverly integrates the rigor of forensic science into the texture of classical suspense, making every case an operating table for dissecting society and human nature. The tacit tension between Jiang Sheng and Holmes based on professional respect, as well as the delicate writing style of the time traveler guarding the secrets of the past alone, give this ancient story a cold and gentle new light. The blood stains on the copper coins are like a hidden nail wedged into time and space, making the suspense not only about the case, but also about existence itself.
This is a rare fanfic of the original work of Sherlock Holmes. It's professional and tough enough. I look forward to the follow-up [laughing]
"Dressed as Watson: I Worked as a Forensic Doctor in Baker Street" uses time travel as its shell, profession as its bones, and humanity as its soul. When the calm reason of a modern female forensic doctor collides with the foggy London of the Victorian era, it brings not only the crime-solving techniques of dimensionality reduction, but also a common gaze on the dignity of life from the perspectives of the two eras. The author cleverly integrates the rigor of forensic science into the texture of classical suspense, making every case an operating table for dissecting society and human nature. The tacit tension between Jiang Sheng and Holmes based on professional respect, as well as the delicate writing style of the time traveler guarding the secrets of the past alone, give this ancient story a cold and gentle new light. The blood stains on the copper coins are like a hidden nail wedged into time and space, making the suspense not only about the case, but also about existence itself.
This is a rare fanfic of the original work of Sherlock Holmes. It's professional and tough enough. I look forward to the follow-up [laughing]
Very good subject matter, beautiful