When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a soft, snow-white swaddling clothes. The salty North Sea breeze was blowing into the manor at dusk, and gray-black water birds were hovering on the sea in circles. My father said that it was they that witnessed the seven generations of the Heifetz family, the eternal Earls of Lowestoft in England!
Many years later, when I escaped from that manor, disguise finally became a necessity in life. He, Sherlock Holmes, suddenly appeared in my life alive, with flesh and blood, and a down-to-earth appearance in front of me. He rode in the familiar London fogs of November in carriages or trains, stayed in proverbial hotels, read the Daily Telegraph and other popular newspapers...
Baker Street is a mixture of old and new houses, Victorian gas lamps are looming in the fog, and the clatter of horse hooves is heard on the stone street late at night. When I came back from my dream at midnight, I saw him standing in front of my bed in high spirits, leaning down, with a cheerful smile in his eyes: "Yasha, we discovered something new, do you want to come with us?"
All rights to this article except the original characters belong to the immortal Sir Arthur Conan Doyle!
I present my understanding of Sherlock Holmes to everyone, and give the legendary him a "what if" and a love.
The middle volume of HP fanfic has been completed:
§ I would like to dedicate this document to my friend: Han Shao Vin. As she said, hard work and love push us to where we want to be§
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Also: This article is a fanfic of the original Sherlock Holmes, plus a little bit of a JB version of the Sherlock Holmes series, not the popular volume version of the detective.