[Comprehensive British and American] Adventures of the Master

Stephen is sitting in the children's section of the library, the table in front of him is full of comics.

There are many children reading books around, and when they pass by Stephen, they will look curiously at this uncle who reads comics.

Stephen was flipping through comics in boredom.

It's all about some cheesy superhero saving the world comics, a favorite of teens and comic book fans alike.

Although what he does as a strange mage is also to save the world, but he has never heard of the characters and place names in these comics.

But there was another batch of comics on the shelf that gave him a headache whenever he tried to read them.

Stephen looked at the colorful cartoons in his hand and sighed.

The strange mage has also been to many worlds, and those worlds are strange and beyond people's imagination.

But he never thought that he still has all these things, maybe they are just stories in best-selling comics drawn by some people.

Then why is there a person who looks exactly like me in this world? Since this is probably just a story world, why does this unrelated coincidence happen?

Why is the story different from the book? Does it mean that the story may develop freely.Or is there any other reason?

The world does not allow itself to know stories about the world that might be its own.

Does it stop Sherlock from knowing secrets about himself?

Stephen decided to try.

A few days later, 221B.

The second floor at the moment, the living room.

Sherlock sat motionless on the sofa, squinting at the person in front of him, his hands and fingers facing each other, placed on his lap, motionless.

Almost became a statue.

For a period of time, the small living room was extremely quiet, without any sound.

"So, what is your commission, sir?" After a long time, Sherlock broke the silence, sat upright from the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and asked.

Stephen sat in front of Sherlock. Since Sherlock is a detective, he will visit the door according to the habit of detectives in the story.

"I lost my memory. I don't know why I came to the UK. After I came out of the hospital that day, I didn't know why I was in the hospital. I walked around and I got lost very quickly. I was alone for a while. Wandering in the city, I saw your news in an old newspaper, and I was surprised that you look exactly like me, so I thought that since you are a detective, maybe you can help me." Stephen said calmly Sitting on a small stool for visitors, with a look of trouble on his face, his hands rested on his knees.

"Then what do you remember, sir? Do you remember your name?" Sherlock stared at him for a moment.

"I don't remember, sir, but I remember someone calling me doctor." Stephen didn't intend to tell Sherlock his name directly.

Sherlock, who was sitting across from him, looked at him intently with a pair of light-colored pupils, and saw a face exactly like his own looking at him inquiringly. Stephen had to say that it felt quite strange.

Downstairs came the sound of the doorbell being pressed.

"Ah." Sherlock, who was sitting across from him, raised his eyebrows as if he suddenly remembered something, "My assistant is here, and I'm always with my assistant when I deal with commissions."

After all, he gestured to a single sofa next to him.

"Sherlock! You texted that you were in a hurry?"

The sound of footsteps came from the bottom up, and a man's voice came from the stairwell.

Stephen saw a short, blond man walk into the living room.

"You'd better be really urgent, Sherlock." Watson looked at Sherlock angrily.

It was then discovered that there was another person in the room.

"This is..." Watson got stuck and couldn't finish.

Watson opened his mouth and looked in shock at the man sitting across from Sherlock.

"You...no, Sherlock..." Watson stammered.

"Don't put on such a surprised expression, Watson, this is our new client, he is a doctor." Sherlock interrupted Watson directly, and then introduced to Stephen, "Sir, This is my partner Watson."

Stephen nodded dispensably, as if he didn't care about it, "I've seen your partner on the news."

Watson was dizzy, completely out of shape, and sat on the sofa habitually.

He was about to ask Sherlock when he was interrupted by Sherlock, "This is a special client, Watson, who said he lost his memory. So this gentleman, can you tell me what you remember?" Is it? Where are you from?"

Stephen nodded, leaning back on the back of the chair, holding the armrests of the chair with both hands, turning his head slightly to one side, as if recalling, "Well, I remember that I am a well-known surgeon in New York, proficient in surgical operations, and have One day I was driving home and got a phone call, then accidentally got into a car accident, the car rolled over the road, and when I woke up I was in the hospital with broken bones all over my body, and the worst thing was, I didn't feel well. It's in my hands."

Stephen seemed to be trapped in painful memories, looking down at his slightly trembling hands.

"My hand was suspended and fixed in mid-air, and all the fingers and palms were covered with long steel nails and splints, as if they were crushed and put together again." Stephen closed his eyes and sighed long, "I was so emotional that the doctor had to sedate me and knock me out again so I wouldn't injure myself again."

"A very unfortunate experience, sir." Sherlock showed a genuine sympathetic expression, as if touched by Stephen's misfortune, took the teapot and poured a glass of water for Stephen himself, and handed it to him, "Drink Spoiler, Mr Doctor, the medical profession has lost a talent."

Stephen took the water and thanked him.

After Sherlock watched him take a few sips of water, he put down the paper cup and held it in his hand.

At this time, Watson, as a doctor, also found that something was wrong, and he seemed to have returned to his state, no longer thinking about why the two looked exactly the same, "Sir, your hand seems to be recovering well?"

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