New blurb:
Ever since Sylvia met a certain consulting detective, her everyday life hasn't been ordinary anymore.
That includes, but isn't limited to, a murderer lurking nearby, a listening device in her home, Mycroft breaking into her house the moment she gets home, a bomb delivered from thousands of miles away, the "kind and friendly" East Wind who can act, a dozen cars surrounding and chasing her in the middle of the night, and an unknown criminal organization kidnapping her...
Sylvia: Let me say thank you, because you warmed every season...
Sylvia, while at work:
"If it's convenient, please come to XXX and try climbing up to the second floor with your bare hands and getting in through the small window. - SH"
"If it's not convenient, come anyway."
Sylvia: Sherlock, if you're going to say that, then there was no need to ask.
She still climbs in, only to discover that Sherlock just wanted to prove that this was how the criminal got inside.
Sylvia, late at night:
Feeling emo, wanting to cry, heartbroken.
"Screeeech, "
Sylvia: Sherlock, I'm buying a piano tomorrow. Just you wait!
Mini theater:
Sylvia is away on a business trip.
Sherlock: John, you need to react faster, like Sylvia.
Sherlock: John, can't you cook Chinese food?
Sherlock: ...
John: (speechless) Sylvia's the only one of us who can cook Chinese food.
John: (messaging her) Sylvia, when are you coming back? Princess Sherlock is throwing another fit.
Coming soon:
Survival: Part Two
Did You Scare Sherlock Today?
Here's the situation: I'm a transmigrator. For one reason or another, I used to be Sherlock's assistant, but I faked my death. My System is as unreliable as ever. It promised to send me to the Case Closed world, but when I opened my eyes, I saw the Eiffel Tower.
I'm not sure. Let's look again. Holding the ten yuan a passerby gave me, I fell silent. This is a terrible start. At least the backpack the System prepared in advance was still next to me. It contained new ID documents, but no money. And all my supernatural abilities were gone, too.
This is completely unreasonable!
A brand-new identity and a brand-new poverty. My most urgent task is to return to Japan, but I don't even have the money for a ticket. I decided to continue with my plan and covered my face.
Reluctantly, I returned to my old profession and became a fortune-teller.
Later, when I saw Sherlock, a wicked idea came to me. I'd rush up and scare him first, then use my memories of our time together to give him a dazzling fortune-telling session.
The great enterprise of the First Emperor was barely half complete when it was cut short. John spotted me and mistook me for a stalker, then knocked me out with one blow.
Damn it, next time for sure! Just you wait, Sherlock! And John!
Theme: Darkness will pass, and the light will come!
Received in advance "The Detective Lady of Hogwarts" I have a nemesis - Sherlock Holmes. There is no other reason than that I am half a flower grower and my mother is a Taoist priest. In order to save time, I rely on metaphysics to solve crimes. Mr. Sherlock Holmes clearly doubted this. He would always look at the few copper coins with critical eyes when I was in a hurry to take them out, and then sneer lightly. And I will also stare at him with my eyes when he solves the case, without him. Even if he mocks me, he actually questions the wisdom left by my ancestors. I feel that I actually deduced it or knew it from other places, and I am furious. Thank you, I'm really not as smart as him. When he jumped off the waterfall, I laughed mercilessly from above. Unexpectedly, I laughed so wildly that I couldn't bear to watch it. I even flashed my waist and fell down. Before he died, he saw John saying, "Don't do anything stupid!" "Sylvia died for love!" Damn, I've never been so unlucky. Then I was reborn, as if I had arrived in London many years later. I was also forced to accept the setting of magic, and I would say that metaphysics is the coolest thing. Just when I was sorted into Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat, I was grinning stupidly. "Sherlock Holmes" I suddenly retracted my big teeth. "Gryffindor" I laughed again "John Watson" Watching John and Sherlock say something, I bet they were talking about me committing suicide or something. Slander, pure slander!
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?
The next one I plan to write about what happened in Yokohama before Sylvia, and then save some manuscripts that I received in advance. Is there anything you want to read? You can leave a message and I can write it next time.
Do you want to see what happened to Little Cyr in Yokohama?
I also feel like there are so few comments
John is a doctor, how can he not understand endocrine hormones?
There were no mobile phones during Sherlock Holmes' time, right?
I have a weak question, is there any extra for HE?
Only Watson would think so, Sherlock wouldn't hahaha
Sherlock's sister appears?