I still remember that time, when he walked through the dense fog in London to solve puzzles, with a faint but sharp smile on his lips.
I still remember that at that time, he was following him to handle the case, and the gun in his hand was smoking.
Time flies by at a brisk pace, and the dust of the years obliterates all the prosperity of the past.
When the rushing water of the waterfall reflects the golden light of the sun and stings the eyes, does anyone remember the beautiful clouds on the horizon ten years ago, the face that still looked childish under the clouds, and the sapphire light reflected in the shining gray eyes?
A hundred years later, everything has not ended yet. The legend of Baker Street lives on and will never be forgotten.
[The format is a collection of multiple short stories, updated from time to time. Most of the short stories are from the original works, and the movie references will be marked below the article; one hundred questions basically have original works and a few movie references]