Professor of History of Magic survives in Baker Street
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Introduction: The most regretful and fortunate thing in my life is that I came to London in the Victorian era. From then on, my daily life became being kidnapped-escaping-solving crimes-proving that I was not mentally ill.
I originally had a flower shop, but when the detective across from me got into trouble with a criminal, and the criminal happened to be not very smart, my flower shop was blown up as his residence in 221b.
Fortunately, the gentleman opposite me couldn't bear the guilt of his conscience (?) And helped me live in the room above him.
After being kidnapped for the Nth time:
Me: I'm back. Hey, why are you all here?
Sherlock: Because you will come back by yourself every time, so there is no need to rush to solve the case.
John Watson: This time it's five minutes shorter than last time. It's getting better and better.
Me:... You have changed!
One morning:
Me: Sherlock, why are you staring at me?
Sherlock: Your schizophrenia is getting worse. Have you taken the medicine I gave you?
Me: I'm really not mentally ill.
Sherlock: So where's the medicine?
The pre-collection is out. If you want to see it, please wait for me. It depends on the situation then. Introduction: The most regretful and fortunate thing in my life is that I came to London in the Victorian era. From then on, my daily life became being kidnapped-escaping-solving crimes-proving that I was not mentally ill. I originally had a flower shop, but when the detective across from me got into trouble with a criminal, and the criminal happened to be not very smart, my flower shop was blown up as his residence in 221b. Fortunately, the gentleman opposite me couldn't bear the guilt of his conscience (?) And helped me live in the room above him. After being kidnapped for the Nth time: Me: I'm back. Hey, why are you all here? Sherlock: Because you will come back by yourself every time, so there is no need to rush to solve the case. John Watson: This time it's five minutes shorter than last time. It's getting better and better. Me:... You have changed! One morning: Me: Sherlock, why are you staring at me? Sherlock: Your schizophrenia is getting worse. Have you taken the medicine I gave you? Me: I'm really not mentally ill. Sherlock: So where's the medicine?