what do you think sherlock

Chapter 1 John Watson
Wu Zhou looked at the first year for a long time, and the gods in September were extremely hot.

In the inner house of the Di Mansion in the city, a decayed body that was entangled in illness and whose time was running out was trying to raise its hand on the sickbed.The eldest son Di Guangsi, who was kneeling in front of him, hurried forward.

"Grandpa, what else can I tell you?" Di Guangsi held Di Renjie's hand, tears streaming down his eyes.

"After the old man dies..." Di Renjie's voice was very weak, and his words faltered.

"My child understands," Di Guangsi hurriedly answered, fearing that these words would take away the last ray of strength in the old man's body.

"Grandpa rejected the Turks in northern Xinjiang, and preserved the artifacts in Li and Tang. He will surely leave a clear name in the annals of history, and the sage will also bestow a beautiful posthumous posthumous honor on the Di family."

Di Renjie, who was on the sick bed, was silent for a moment when he heard the words.

Attacking the Turks outside and protecting Li Tang inside, these achievements are enough to make him shine in the annals of history, and his name will last forever. Di Renjie never doubted this.

But never cared about that either.

All he cares about is the people of all kinds in this world.

He still has a lot of benevolent government that he wants to implement. He is still worried that after his death, no one will be able to persuade the emperor who is becoming more and more arbitrary. …

He still has a lot of things to do, but he is dying.

"Although the life of the tortoise is endless, let alone me, an ordinary person."

Thinking of this, he lost interest, so with the last strength in his body, he squeezed the left hand held by the eldest son.

Di Guangsi quickly leaned over, put his ear to his father's mouth, and heard Di Renjie's last words to this world.

"... Keep all funerals simple and don't disturb the people."

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Human death is empty, but maybe there is a wish that has not been fulfilled, so under the influence of some indescribable power, Di Renjie's soul and consciousness crossed the infinite boundary of time and space, and passed through a vibrant body.

Everything that happened seems to have been a thousand years ago, and it seems that only a few hours and a few minutes have passed, but from Di Renjie's perspective, when his body lost its vitality and his eyes were dark,
I seem to start falling from a certain height,

keep falling,

whereabouts,

into the depths of the soul,
then,

He woke up suddenly.

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"Hoo, hoo!"

In the guest room on the second floor of a private hotel on the riverside street, there were several sounds of a strong man taking a deep breath, accompanied by a few slight coughs.

Di Renjie struggled to get up, and tried to smooth out his messy breathing.

Because he had just come through time travel, he was too unfamiliar with this new body, which made all this seem a little difficult.

However, the joy of death and rebirth is enough to wash away all troubles, and even these inconveniences are full of freshness in Di Renjie's eyes.

After about 5 minutes, Di Renjie finally overcame the strangeness of his new body and began to pay attention to his current situation.

"There really is a miracle of resurrection from the dead in the world."

He was a little emotional, but the ancients' thinking was more awe of the gods of heaven and earth after all. When faced with such a mysterious matter, they would not ask too much, but naturally attributed all this to the beauty of the gods.

And at this moment, some memories of the original owner of the body emerged from the depths of his mind, merging with his soul.

These memories are huge and complicated, including bits and pieces of the original owner's 29 years of life. However, for Di Renjie, sorting out so much information is not difficult. After all, he is the elder of the Tang Dynasty with 7000 people in prison. .

"This body was originally named John Watson, a foreigner."

"This human country is so powerful, why have I never heard of it before? Wait, there is no eastern land in this world!"

"Born in Hampshire, the British mainland, he went to Australia with his family to settle down when he was 2 years old, and returned to Hampshire when he was 13 years old to study at Wellington College."

"Entered the University of London School of Medicine at the age of 20, and practiced surgery at St. Bartholomew's Hospital at the same time. After obtaining a doctorate in medicine at the age of 26, he went to Netley to study as a military doctor."

When the memory is sorted out here, the medical knowledge that has long been engraved in the bone is also squeezed into the torrent of memory.

"After obtaining the qualifications of a military doctor, he was sent to India. When the war in Afghanistan broke out, he went directly to the battlefield; two years later, due to injuries, he retreated to Peshawar for medical treatment. Later, because of typhoid fever, he was sent back to China on the military ship Orentez. .”

"Now I'm in London with no relatives, so I'm stranded in a private hotel in the Strand, and I'm living on the compensation salary from the government. Eleven shillings and sixpence a day, which seems to be not bad."

After sorting out his memory roughly, Di Renjie stood up stumbled. He scanned the room with his eyes, and saw the exquisite bedding, the black-framed gas lamp with intricate carvings, and the distinctive Persian-style tapestry hanging on the wall. Behind the tapestry is The red brick surface was very popular in the Victorian era, an elegant wooden table was placed against the wall, and an old well-maintained revolver lay on the table.

There are two windows on the brick wall. Square pieces of colorless glass are inlaid in the black iron frame. Through the glass like jewels, you can see the dense crowds of people on the riverside street. The masonry houses and the big chimneys that go straight into the sky, the smoke is billowing from the chimneys, and the gray, black and white gas obscures the sky and sight-this is a sign of the changing times.

Di Renjie looked at the world outside the window with some fascination. Although he had seen all these while receiving Watson's memory, seeing it with his own eyes now, the shock was far beyond what his memory could match.

"This is really, interesting." Di Renjie murmured.

Although it is a pity, according to the memory he accepted, this world does not have the Eastern Land he lived in in his previous life, but right now, the country and this era he came to are in the most brilliant stage, and at the same time have the most changes and the most opportunities .

All of this makes Di Renjie, who has finally regained his new life, feel extremely excited and looking forward to it.

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"Dong dong dong."

While Di Renjie was thinking about the scenery outside the window, there was a sudden knock on the door of the guest room.

"Wait a moment, sir."

After receiving the memory of John Watson, with his wisdom, he can use the language of this world more freely and have a basic understanding of some daily etiquette.

As he spoke, he walked towards the door.

"Bang," Di Renjie felt that his feet had bumped into something. He glanced over and found that it was a few empty cigarette boxes.

He suddenly remembered that his predecessor suffered from some kind of mental trauma after leaving the battlefield. Yes, mental trauma, this word is very new to Di Renjie, but it has a clear explanation in the medical memory he received. The feeling made him feel a little unique.

The predecessor, Watson, had the habit of smoking after suffering from mental trauma, coupled with the torment of repeated injuries, which caused his body to look a little sallow and emaciated, so weak that only one body remained. Put the bones.

"Dong dong dong." Seeing that Di Renjie hadn't opened the door in the future, the person at the door knocked again, but judging from the sound and rhythm of the knocking, he didn't lose his patience because of waiting.

"Very polite and patient, it should be the handyman of this hotel... No, it should be called the waiter."

Di Renjie habitually guessed that this might be an occupational disease of all detectives, but at this moment he didn't think too much, he hurried forward, turned the brass-colored door handle, and opened the wooden door.

The person standing outside the door was indeed the waiter of the hotel.

"Sorry to disturb your rest, but a little Mr. Stanford is looking for you, and he is waiting at the front desk now."

Little Stanford's name was like a switch, which instantly turned on many memories that were almost ignored by Di Renjie.

Since his predecessor, John Watson, came to London, he was bored all day long, and his life was not very comfortable. He spent all the money as soon as it was issued, and even reached the point where he could not make ends meet.

In order to change this increasingly embarrassing economic situation, Watson decided to find another residence with less luxury and cheaper rent.

It just so happened that I ran into Stanford Jr., an assistant who used to be an intern in the hospital, at the Claytree Bar yesterday. Under his leadership, Watson planned to share the rent with a colleague of Stanford Jr.

Originally, the two of them had planned to meet their shared partner yesterday afternoon, but Watson felt a little sleepy yesterday afternoon and planned to go back to the hotel to rest, so they changed the time to this afternoon, and the three of them went to Claytree next to his hotel. Meet at the bar.

Unexpectedly, Watson's rest changed his body into a soul, but Di Renjie didn't know what happened during this period. Although he could feel the weakness of this body when he just got used to his body, but with Di Renjie Based on his experience, he can judge that this is definitely not the reincarnation of the dead that is often mentioned in the dramas of his previous life. As for the more secrets behind it, he has no clue.

But Di Renjie is Di Renjie after all. He has seen enough storms and has enough patience. He knows that the most important thing right now is to integrate into this identity and this world. As for the secrets hidden in the mist, he is not in a hurry.

So he restrained his divergent thoughts and said to the waiter:

"Please let him wait for a few minutes, I will come after changing clothes."

"Okay sir," said the waiter, and took out another receipt from his pocket, along with a pen, and handed it to Di Renjie, "Also, here is the bill for cigarettes and drinks you consumed yesterday, totaling six shillings , please sign it and settle the bill together when you check out."

Di Renjie took the bill and looked at it slightly.

Tobacco and alcohol alone can cost half of the daily salary, which makes him a little helpless, but since he has assumed the identity of the other party, he will naturally also undertake the debts of the other party, but the name
Now that I have lived a new life and come to this foreign land again, the name Di Renjie can only be kept in my heart. As for the name of the previous life, Watson (Watson).
This name is quite interesting. It is pronounced like "Watson" in Chinese. It seems that there is some kind of providence in the dark, allowing him, a soul born in China, to intervene in the body of this distant person.

So he smiled, took the pen, and wrote on the sticky note neatly:
"Doctor Watson."

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In less than a moment, Di Renjie went out of the room fully dressed and took the revolver with him. Although he was a little unfamiliar with this kind of weapon, when his hands touched the cold machinery, he felt a feeling like using his arm. The feeling of fingering arises spontaneously, as if those memories of using firearms have already been deeply embedded in the muscles.

Walked along the mahogany escalator to the front desk of the hotel, and saw Little Stanford who had been waiting here for a long time.

The two embraced warmly. Such intimate etiquette made Di Renjie a little uncomfortable, but he quickly adjusted to the Romans.

Then the two of them went to the Claytree bar next door. Little Stanford had to go to the hospital soon, so he ordered a glass of beer for himself, while Di Renjie looked at the wine list, hesitated for a while and ordered a glass of mead.

From his memory, he knew that the alcohol in this world was much stronger than the alcohol he had seen in his previous life. Although Watson was a good alcoholic in his previous life, only God knows how many catties he still has left.

"Mead? Why do you suddenly like this kind of kid stuff?"

The female bartender at the bar was a beautiful and generous young woman with a hint of extravagance. When Watson came here to drink, he could always see her.

"Maybe, I want to change my way of life." Di Renjie responded with a smile.

"Then I wish you a new life." The female bartender pushed two glasses of wine in front of the two, and Watson and Little Stanford took the glasses and found a booth to sit down.

"When will the shared husband arrive?" Di Renjie took a sip of the mead, the slight aroma of malt wine and the sweetness of honey flowed down his throat into his stomach, and the taste was beyond his expectation.

"I planned to come with him, but he is finishing an experiment, let me come first, he will be late by up to 10 minutes."

"He's really serious about his job."

"He is not only serious and responsible," said Stanford Jr., "he is almost obsessed."

"In fact, I doubt he'd even want to leave the lab if he wasn't rushing to pay the rent," Stanford Jr. added.

"That's really a special person." Di Renjie couldn't help being curious about his future roommate. He had also seen this kind of genius in the officialdom in his previous life. Although such a person was difficult to deal with, But he often has a pure heart, and he is very willing to get acquainted with such a person.

"Of course, after all," Little Stanford hiccupped and continued:

"That's Sherlock Holmes."

(End of this chapter)