Chapter 1: The House, The Will and The Owl

Chapter 1: The House, The Will and The Owl

Sherlock got out of a taxi, took a few pounds from his pocket, and paid the driver. Standing on the side of the road, he couldn’t help being surprised by the dilapidated house in front of him.

It has been almost a week since he came to this world. Sherlock Forrest is a typical Western English name, and he has long been used to it.

This is a very clichéd world travel story. As a fresh graduate living in China in the 21st century, he was accidentally hit by an electric car on his way to his first job interview.

He fell into a river, which caused him to drown. When he woke up again, he found that he had been transported to the body of a young British man lying on a hospital bed.

He was very unfamiliar with everything around him that had changed. He was very confused at first.

But he has always controlled his emotions fairly well, didn’t make any drastic actions in the hospital, nor did he say anything wrong. After a detailed examination by a group of doctors, they explained the condition that he had just experienced.

He suffered from an amnesia caused by a blow to the head. There is no doubt that he didn’t know anything about the situation and didn’t even inherit his previous memory.

After that, he used the excuse of having amnesia and openly learned from the doctor in the hospital all kinds of information about the body he possessed in this world. Sherlock Forrest is an ordinary 20-year-old unemployed young man in Surrey, England.

At home, he fell from the second floor because of an accident and fainted. Fortunately, the neighbor next door discovered it in time and sent him to the hospital.

When he woke again, the original Sherlock had become the new Sherlock who had passed through. The time is now the United Kingdom in 1992.

This country is going through a period of economic decline. The northern superpower has just announced its disintegration.

Less than a year later, the whole of Europe appears to be a little dejected. In the coming August, most European countries will be caught in a financial crisis caused by currency devaluation, and the UK will be the most affected by it.

This is the only major event that will happen in the UK this year. He has occasionally attended several major finance courses in his spare time.

He never dared to think that this plot that would only appear in novels would happen to him. After two days in the hospital, he gradually accepted this fact.

“Master said that your memory loss is not a bad thing, and he doesn’t want to trouble you more.”

“As long as you are willing to promise never to have contact with those people again, then his title and family property are yours.”

“After all, you are his own flesh and blood. He doesn’t want to give his cold-blooded relatives the titles handed down from his ancestors and the family property he has worked hard for most of his life.”

“This contract is both an agreement and a will. As long as you are willing to sign it, you can inherit all the properties of the Cavendish family.” The old man sighed deeply and shoved the will into his hand. He looked at Sherlock, who was standing in the same place and was shocked by his words.

He was speechless by this encounter.

“Young master, don’t be angry with... Forget it.

You don’t remember anything now. But your father really wants you to inherit the title of the Cavendish family.

If you have thought about it, call me according to the number, and I will take you to see master as soon as possible.” After finishing speaking, the old man sat back in the car, and the car started and drove away slowly.

After standing in a daze for more than several minutes, Sherlock was startled by the sound of a horn on the road. He looked blankly at the will in his hand and the dilapidated house in front of him.

In this world, did he come from a rich family? His father is seriously ill and will die in the near future. As long as he signs this will, the things that he has will eventually all be left to him.

Sherlock’s brain was completely blank. He stared at the clear sky, and there was a little black spot there.

A big smirk gradually appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself again.

“Screw hard work and everything! I want to have fun!” While he was speaking, the black spot in the sky was getting closer and closer.

An owl stretched its wings, gliding over Sherlock’s head and, at the same time, dropping him something. A logo printed with a lion, snake, eagle, and badger surrounding the letter “H” hit Sherlock’s face.