One day many years later, William inadvertently broke into a secret room at Hogwarts, which was empty except for a palm-sized box on the ground in the middle. It was a very ordinary-looking box, but there was no place on it to open it. William searched for a while, but unfortunately found nothing, and after that, he had no choice but to stuff the box into his pocket and bring it home.

Sherlock had been untouched for the past two days, and was now lying lazily on the couch motionless, some of the papers scattered around him, the paper was yellow, and some of them were missing a corner or the carbonized marks left by the incineration.

"What are you doing here?" William picked up the yellow-tinged newspaper closest to him, only to see that it read about a Victorian bride murder.

"You, turn around, you affect my thinking." Sherlock didn't look at William, his eyes still closed.

“····· Okay, okay, I turned around. William glanced at Sherlock helplessly, knowing that he was making a childish temper again, so he turned around, took out the things in his pocket, and put them on the table next to him, then hung his coat on the coat rack, and said habitually, "I'll make you a cup of tea." ”

Sherlock didn't answer, and William walked into the kitchen in surprise. At this time, the kitchen was divided into two halves, one half of which contained Sherlock's medical equipment and some things that I didn't know what to do, and the other half was clean, with some kitchen supplies and condiments.

After William had boiled the tea, he poured it into a teapot with red maple leaves, placed it on a tray, and placed two cups of the same color next to it.

"Sherlock tea is ready, you can ······" William had just walked out of the kitchen, and before he could finish speaking, he saw Sherlock curiously holding a palm-sized box and taking out a black stone inside.

"Let go, Sherlock!" William shouted at Sherlock in surprise when he felt the vibration of the magic, then teleported to Sherlock's side with the tray still on his side and held him in his arms.

In an instant, the sky was spinning, and the howling cold wind made them unable to open their eyes. The two hugged each other tightly, only to feel as if they had fallen from the sky, and soon reached the ground.

When I opened my eyes again, it was still Dunlun, the dim sky, the noisy passers-by, although it was the same scene, but this time, it was not at all different from where they were now, passers-by wore retro suits, horse-drawn carriages coming and going, young people selling newspapers, all of this showed that although this was Dunlun, it was not the Dunlun where they were originally located.

"It's amazing, it's like we're going back to the last century." William smiled and before he could finish speaking, he saw Sherlock's eyes light up suddenly.

"We may just go back to the last century." Sherlock replied with a smile as if he had thought of something.

"Sherlock, don't you ······?" William seemed to understand something, and was about to ask Sherlock when he suddenly heard Watson's voice coming from a distance.

"Sherlock, how did you get here, I've been looking for you for a long time, you know?" Watson said, ran to Sherlock's side, looked at William who suddenly appeared, and asked suspiciously, "Is this the new client?" ”

"Oh, of course not." Sherlock said, patting Watson with his left hand, "Let's go back quickly······ This is Mr. William Stoker, and this is Mr. John Watson. ”

Seeing Sherlock introduce him like this, William raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Watson as if he didn't know him at all, and faintly had a trace of doubt.

"Good day, Dr. Watson." William smiled and held out his hand.

"Good day, Mr. Stoker." Watson reached out with the same smile and shook William's hand.

After the three of them met, Watson called a carriage, this kind of European-style carriage of the last century, black in the style of a carriage, after opening the door, there were thick benches padded with cloth on both sides, after the three of them sat in the car, Sherlock and William sat on one side, while Watson sat alone on the other side, this sudden change made Watson seem a little unnatural, you must know that he and Sherlock usually sit together.

The carriage had not been on the streets of London for long, and white snowflakes began to fall in the sky, and Watson looked out through the window and sighed, "Christmas is coming." ”

Sherlock nodded, but didn't speak, his eyes closed, as if thinking about something. However, William didn't notice that he was completely blinded by the fact that his magic had completely disappeared. If he hadn't guessed that this was a complete "forbidden demon" world, he would have been on the verge of death with anxiety.

For a magician, magic is like air, and if suddenly one day there is no magic, as if there is no air, he thinks he will die!

As the carriage walked down the avenue, Watson saw the young man selling the newspaper and shouted, "How about the newspaper?" ”

"Very well, sir." The young man selling the newspaper shouted loudly, as if he knew Watson, and asked, "When are you going to publish your next article?" ”

Watson thought for a moment and shrugged at the man.

As the carriage drew farther and farther away, William looked at the road that was becoming more and more familiar, and knew that it was almost time to reach Baker Street. Sure enough, at the next intersection, the carriage turned and entered Baker Street.

By the time it was time for 221B, the three of them got out of the car, and after Watson had paid, Sherlock was already ringing the doorbell. Suddenly, the door opened, and Aunt Hudson walked out.

"Good day, Mrs. Hudson······ The gentleman was Mr. William Stoker. Sherlock introduced the two to each other and winked at William.

How could he not be aware that something was wrong with Sherlock after so many years of being with him? William knew that the old woman in front of him, who looked exactly like his aunt and was also called Mrs. Hudson, was not really his aunt, but a stranger.

William greeted Mrs. Hudson and followed Sherlock into the house. At this time, Watson also walked in.

"I read the article you published, Watson." Mrs. Hudson said.

"Do you like it?" Watson asked reservedly.

"Nope." Mrs. Hudson said, "There is not a single word I said in your article, so I am only responsible for pouring you coffee and leading the guests?" Oh, my God! ”

Watching Mrs. Hudson walk back to the kitchen with her head covered and a sad face, Watson shrugged and went upstairs.

At this time, Sherlock opened the door, because the heavy curtains were closed, it was dark, William frowned, walked over and pulled the curtains layer by layer, and before he turned his head, he heard Sherlock start to growl, "Mrs. Hudson, why is there anyone in my room, I won't say but no one can be allowed into my room without permission?" Why did this person come in! ”

Hearing Sherlock's roar, William turned his head and looked at the woman standing in the corner of the room with his back to the three of them, and he always felt that the woman's back sounded familiar to him.

"She's going to come in anyway, I've already persuaded her, and besides, I don't have a single line." Mrs. Hudson's voice came from downstairs with some grumbling.

"Oh, Watson, I think you'll have to add something to Mrs. Hudson for your next article." After Sherlock finished speaking, he looked at the Victorian women's tutu and the gauze hat that covered half of their faces, and looked away from them, "You complain that your husband is always not coming home, and you are very distressed, and you have come to ask me to help you get your husband back." ”

"Oh, Sherlock, how do you know?" Watson looked at Sherlock and asked, not knowing what was going on, he always felt that the woman in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"The smell of perfume on her body." Sherlock said, sitting on the couch on the other side of William.

"Perfume?" Watson wondered.

"Yes, your lady's perfume." After Sherlock finished speaking, the woman who had been turning her back to them turned around and smiled at Watson, who turned out to be really Watson's wife, Mary.

"Hey, Mary, why are you here?" Watson asked Mary with a sigh of relief.

"I just want to know what the hell is my husband doing when he doesn't come home for three days?" Mary said, winking at Watson, but what she said made Watson a little helpless, Watson walked up to Mary, hugged her, and said, "You just need to prepare some food for us, dear Mary." ”

"But ······" Mary looked at Watson hesitantly, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Watson's next words, "Honey, I'm hungry, do you have anything else to eat?" ”

Mary looked at Watson speechlessly, and did not answer.

William was stunned when he saw Watson like this, and secretly thought that if the modern Watson was like this, he would probably be given a sofa by Mary. However, in the Victorian period, women had a low status, they could only marry and raise children at home, laundry and cook, and had no power, and most of the men in this period were machismo, unable to cook, do not do laundry, and could not tidy things, etc., which was very common.

"Officer Greg, it's here, just come in and don't eavesdrop at the door." Sherlock suddenly glanced at the door and said lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Officer Lestrade walked in, glanced at the decanter on the other table, and said to Sherlock, "I didn't eavesdrop at the door, I just arrived······ Sherlock, how do you know it's me? ”

"Your footsteps," Sherlock explained, "are a little heavier than the others······ You're on vacation today, and you're coming to me, because you're a bunch of stupid Dunlun officers who have encountered something that can't be solved. ”

"Of course." Officer Lestrade was familiar with Sherlock's behavior, "But I'm on vacation now. ”

"But your behavior tells me that you are hesitant to speak up about something." Sherlock glanced at Lestrade and said, "Watson, give our Officer Lestrade a drink, I think it will give him a drink." ”

"I think Sherlock you're wrong this time," Watson looked at Officer Lestrade and poured him a glass of wine from the table to the side, "I don't think Officer Lestrade is nervous, it's fear." ”

Sherlock shrugged.

"Is there any case that is difficult to handle?" William was already familiar with Officer Lestrade, but it was the first time he had seen General Lestrade have such a ······ Emotions of fear, what exactly happened?