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  1. Surviving in Baker Street 我在贝克街求生 Romance102k WordsCompleted 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 187Favorites582Clicks/ch14Gifts
  2. Miss Detective of Hogwarts 霍格沃兹的侦探小姐 RomanceOngoing I have a nemesis: Sherlock Holmes. The reason is simple. I'm half Chinese, my mother is a Daoist, and I use metaphysics to solve cases because it's faster. Mr. Sherlock Holmes is clearly very skeptical of this. Whenever I'm in a hurry and pull out my coins, he gives them a critical look, then scoffs. And when he solves a case, I stare at him gloomily. It's one thing to mock me, but he even questions the wisdom passed down by my ancestors. I resent him for that. He thinks I figured it out through 33Favorites—Clicks/ch—Gifts
  3. How to Survive on Baker Street? 如何在贝克街求生? Romance3k WordsOngoing The thing I regret most and am most grateful for in this life is coming to London in the Victorian era. From then on, my daily routine became: get kidnapped, escape, solve a case, prove I’m not insane. I used to have a flower shop too, but when the detective across the street got mixed up with criminals, and those criminals happened to be rather stupid, they blew up my shop, mistaking it for his lodgings at 221B. Fortunately, the gentleman across the street couldn’t stand the pangs of conscience 25Favorites58Clicks/ch—Gifts
  4. Did I Scare Sherlock Today? 今天吓到夏洛克了吗? RomanceOngoing So, here's the thing: I'm a transmigrator. For one reason or another, I used to be Sherlock's assistant, but I faked my death. My System was as unreliable as ever. It promised to send me to the Conan world, but when I opened my eyes, I saw the Eiffel Tower. Not sure. Better take another look. Holding the ten yuan a passerby had given me, I fell silent. It was a terrible start, but at least the backpack the System had prepared beforehand was still beside me. It contained new identity documents, b 11Favorites—Clicks/ch4Gifts