Traveling back in time to being an orphan in London in 1990, my only golden finger is a mentally retarded sign-in system.
In this year, 1990, one of the longest-serving prime ministers in British history, Margaret Thatcher, resigned at the end of the year. Political fluctuations and economic pressures brought serious social unrest.
On the first day it was launched, it solved my baldness crisis with [the perfect hairstyle that the British envy];
In the hospital morgue, it used [forensic knowledge] to attract the attention of the consulting detective for me;
In front of 221B Baker Street, it even sent me the "Detective's Fate", telling me to die wherever I went from now on.
It never explains, as if it is playing a game whose rules only it knows.
When I thought life was a never-ending series of crimes and mysteries.
The mysterious owl held the envelope in its mouth and dragged me into another bizarre world——
At Hogwarts, it gave me [the castle design from a thousand years ago], gave me [advanced venom resistance], and unlocked [Parseltongue resonance]...
I suddenly realized that this system that never issued tasks and only gave crazy "detective tools" was piecing together a terrifying puzzle for me that spanned two worlds and spanned thousands of years of history.
And I, holding the key it gave me, was walking step by step toward the end of all the puzzles.
Purpose: Don't be afraid of your destiny being derailed. The life you strive to live through is the future you control.
