Chapter 1 The Impossible Baker Street (I)

  In 2003, Romania

  "My dearest sweetheart XiXi:"

  I'm writing to you with a heavy heart, I have some unfortunate news. Your father, my brother, Herr Van Helsing, died on the island of Crete while searching for the Minotaur. He got overexcited and kissed a sharp-nosed viper caught by the archaeological team, and despite rescue efforts, he passed away.

  I am extremely sorry that I was unable to prevent him from this foolish act. From now on, your guardianship will be taken over by me. I hope you choose a university in London, where my first love, Mrs. Hodgson, lives. She can replace me and give you good care and moral teachings.

  Your father spent all our savings, including mine, on a damned pharaoh's seal in Egypt which has turned out to be a fake.

  This means that you have to endure a period of hardship - you don't need to be angry, before the burial and after, I have already angrily whipped his corpse for you.

  Mrs Hudson lives at 221B Baker Street in west London.

  "I love you and will never change, Uncle Mikala"

  Ludwig holding letter paper: “……”

  In a Romanian inn bathed in sunlight, she leaned against the headboard, wearing a March flower nightgown bought from a street vendor in Romania, with white flowers curling up from the hem to the neckline.

  A thin sheet of letter paper in hand, under the warm sunlight of Southern Europe, shines with a transparent luster.

  "Is there a 221B Baker Street in reality?"

  She blinked her eyes, and outside the window a large white bird suddenly swooped down, rudely pecking away the small round bread she had placed on the table, and then stopped right there on the tabletop.

  Ludwig looked at it for a while, rubbed his temples: "Baby, you and your relatives have snatched my food for the third time today, huh?"

  The big white bird pecked at the bread with its beak, breaking it into pieces and starting to eat the more thoroughly crushed parts inside.

  Bird-keeping in Romania is really too extravagant.

  Not only was he completely unafraid of her, but after she indulged him several times, he rubbed his nose against her face with great joy.

  Ludwig snatched a large piece of bread from under the bird's beak and put it into his own mouth.

  Living alone in a foreign land, when she was bored to a certain extent, she would occasionally chat with the small birds that flew into her window and occasionally feed them.

  Day after day, every morning and evening, her window would gather a large number of flying guests with brown, white, and black feathers.

  "Alright, in exchange, you tell me, does 221B Baker Street really exist?"

  Dà bái: "Ta ta ta~"

  She frowned with some distress.

  "Even if such a place exists, where it's destined for BL, even the Queen of England doesn't have any presence, what do you want me to do? Yuri?"

  Dà bái: "Ta ta ta~"

  She swiftly pulled the bread out of the big white bird's beak, half-jokingly complaining: "Have Romanian birds' IQs all been eaten away or something? They don't even know such a simple thing...... Ow, stop pecking me."

  The big white bird shook its feathers from its lofty height.

  Ludwig waved his hand at her: "As a great woman who not only escaped the Louvre's Phantom plot from France, but also wandered across Europe and experienced hardships, I think you can't be friends with me anymore. Farewell, sentimental words."

  Dabai probably thought it couldn't eat anything else, so it flew up with a whooshing sound and then flew out of the window with a splashing sound.

  "......baby, you're too adorable, as a mother bird, even if you're fierce, you can't be the attacker!"

  Outside the window, the emerald sea and blue sky stretch out to the horizon, with golden sand extending all the way to the edge of the sky. A massive white figure is flying against the light, soaring far away towards the end of the ocean.

  She covered her bird's nest hair and waved goodbye to the figure that was getting farther and farther away.

  "While I still have money in my pocket to buy bread, see you next time."

  Thanks also to Romania's low cost of living, she was able to live comfortably for three days after her wallet was stolen.

  Otherwise, don't feed these spoiled brats with different tastes, or she will starve to death on the highway of life...

  "Even if it really exists..."

  She sat back on the bed, thinking with a headache: "This year Mr. Holmes has also been born for 116 years? Is it that the plot wants me to sweep his grave?"

  Cheap father suddenly died of a stroke, the plot jumped from French horror to Baker Street... Plot Jun, let's not make a fuss about it.

  What a hassle!

  She let out a breath expressionlessly.

  "Since life is trampling me, I might as well... continue sleeping."

  In 2003, Romania launched flights to London

  Ludwig picked up a newspaper and was about to open it to read the headlines in the social news section.

  At least care about society a bit, there are no homicide cases or unsolved cases, and it's good to see the French and British people tearing each other apart.

  It's all the same whether I'm idle or not.

  Due to Sir Conan Doyle's "The Great Detective Holmes", Ludwig's impression of London was roughly like this----

  Wow! They're so intelligent in committing crimes!

  Not like a big sky, in the morning, murder cases are all about strangulation and drowning, it's done in minutes, didn't you see how urgent it is.

  Ludwig held a newspaper, with half of her face bathed in sunlight and the other half hidden in shadow, her slightly pale complexion adding to her delicate charm.

  Then, some people couldn't sit still anymore.

  "Miss, are you going to London?"

  Ludwig lazily said, "Uh-huh."

  "What a coincidence! I'm going to London too!"

  “……”

  "Miss, is it from Romania to London?"

  “……”

  Isn't she supposed to be on a flight from Romania to London? Did she get on the wrong plane or something?

  Ludwig was silent, and the other said with a smile:

  "What a coincidence! I'm also going from Romania to London!"

  “……”

  Ludwig's hand tightened around the newspaper.

  Is she slapping the newspaper on this person's face or that person's face?

  Sitting on a flight from Romania to London, but not flying from Romania to London... Is this kind of idiotic dialogue going to kill the three-dimensional space theory?

  The man beside her exclaimed, "Miss's eyes and hair are purely black - what a rare purity! Just like the Thames River flowing quietly on a moonless night... Is Miss an Englishwoman?"

  Ludwig lifted his head and looked at the young man chattering incessantly beside him in the cabin seat.

  The man saw Ludwig look at him, his eyes lit up, and he looked expectantly at Ludwig. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead, his bright blue eyes wide with an expression like a big dog waiting for praise.

  Ludwig looked him up and down without a word, shaking his head regretfully in his heart.

  This man's appearance is actually quite good... no, "quite good" isn't enough to describe it, it's actually very good - unfortunately, even the best looks can't make up for a bad brain.

  ……

  "Miss?"

  Ludwig put down the newspaper abruptly.

  "Do you want to chase me?"

  The corners of her eyes were raised, great, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed in disdain, great.

  This self-loving, narcissistic and icy queen-like image has scared off countless French youngsters who are still wet behind the ears, yet they love to learn how to be like their fathers, holding a half-opened rose and singing "amour" (French for love) to girls.

  If it's a charming mature man, how can he be scary? He should be taken back to the hotel for some loving discipline instead.

  A woman with black hair and eyes, possessing an oriental charm, is a rare treasure in France.

  Unlike French girls who are thoroughly romanticized, no matter how elegant and refined they are, they all have a hint of worldly flavor.

  Exquisite ladies from the East, their smiles alone are enough to captivate people.

  Ludwig said with no pressure that thanks to this French face with oriental characteristics, she has been hit on from kindergarten in France all the way up, even if she didn't think she was particularly pretty.

  The passerby was taken aback, and Ludwig saw him blush as he pursed his lips, his face turning slightly red.

  Ludwig: “……”

  Is he blushing? Did she say something very serious and flirtatious? Who can tell me where this rare pure-hearted man came from?!

  "If I say so..."

  "Ludwig cut him off ruthlessly: 'Then shut up, I refuse.'"

  The passerby man widened his eyes in disbelief: "How can you be so rude to reject me! This unreasonable behavior is not what a lady should have in social circles!"

  "Not really, and no need." Ludwig picked up the newspaper again.

  By the way, let's talk about the ladies in social circles - where did this 19th-century British middle-class flavor come from?

  "Why is it unnecessary?"

  "Because I'm underage."

  "You look at least twenty years old, nothing like a minor. Besides, minors can't fly alone."

  Kid, Auntie didn't plan on telling you that only minors under 12 years old are not allowed to board a plane alone.

  Because you look too stupid.

  "So what?"

  "You may refuse me, but you cannot deceive me, miss. This is an affront to the dignity of a Stuart."

  "So, you're looking like this now... Are you planning on dueling me?"

  Young man, even if you yearn for the dignity of Stuart, you can't go back to the 17th century Stuart dynasty.

  "A true gentleman does not duel with women."

  "Then shut up and keep quiet for a long time thank you."

  “……”

  The voices finally stopped coming from next door, Ludwig let out a sigh of relief and no longer distracted his thoughts to pay attention, continuing to read the London newspaper in his hand.

  In addition to today's, newspapers from a previous period are also available on the plane.

  She usually doesn't have the habit of reading newspapers. In her school days, she didn't even do the English newspaper specially subscribed by her class for college entrance exam preparation.

  Even if she didn't do the exercises, her sister's English score in the college entrance examination was still 143.

  In this world, wisdom is the royal road!

  But times have changed now.

  Now she was going to move into the Baker Street woman, no matter how the original non-existent 221B Baker Street in the world came out, and no matter how many years Mr. Holmes' bones had been buried underground, Ludwig did not want his IQ to be too hasty.

  After all, in front of Grandpa Holmes, even the highest IQ is not enough.

  When sweeping the grave for Grandpa Holmes later, I must show the most mature, gentle, elegant and sensible side of a woman's soul!

  ——wait！

  Ludwig suddenly thought of a very important and tricky question.

  She had always thought that "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" would never appear in the 21st century, but now, obviously, the plot was leading her to Baker Street.

  What if I didn't cross over into the original novel?

  How many film and television versions of Sherlock Holmes are there?

  Is it Xiao Luo Bo Te Tang Ni version? Is it La Si Bo Ern version?

  Is it... that legendary rip-off BBC version of "Sherlock"?

  The first two are set in 19th-century London, and even if Sherlock Holmes' grandfather hadn't died at the hands of Professor Moriarty, he would have turned to dust by now anyway.

  As for "Sherlock"......

  In her memory, Sherlock was broadcast after 2010?

  It's peaceful now in 2003. ~\\(≧▽≦)/~

  Oh dear mom, the world is beautiful again.