"Damid, Sherlock. Do you know how difficult it is to find you in London on such a foggy day?" The military doctor who had been retired for many years but still had short hair complained while chasing the lanky detective.
"Come on, Jhon, didn't you find me? Come on, follow me. This is an interesting case." The owner of the pair of charming eyes said in his usual tone that he wanted a military doctor to hit someone. My dear Jhon, whether it is the fog in London or the fog in your heart, you will find me through it, won't you?
Aren't you?
My DEAR doctor?
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