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THE ADVENTURE OF HOLMES AND P-CHAN
Prolouge:
London late 1900
A man is standing beside a grave, his face solemn, his contenance grim. He is Sherlock Holmes, one of the three greatest minds of all London (the other two are his brother and Proffesor Moriarty). and he is there to mourn the loss of his lifelong companion and friend, Doctor Watson.
"Ah Watson, finally you have what you wished for, to be at peace beside your wife Mary. I might soon join you my friend for I have not much time left myself. You see my friend I have contacted a very fatal disease, the fools who call themselves doctors here do not have the foggiest idea what ails me." He wipes a stray tear from his face as he turns to leave. A man appears beside one of the tomb stones and says "There is a great chance of avoiding that Mister Holmes, if you will agree to assist us." Sherlock Holmes turns to the source of the voice and he sees the speaker. He is a man of small build, has a balding head and is wearing thick glasses, he turns away from him and speaks in an indifferencial manner "From the way you dress I would assume you are a resercher of some sort, and judging from the frost on your gloves which is rather unusual in June, I would say you are experimenting with the science of cryogenics, am I correct?" the man was startled, he looked at his glove seeing for the first time the frost that is slowly dissapearing from it, he smiles "I am that sir, and I am happy to say that your reputation does you justice. My name is Professor Micheal Davidson, physics proffessor at Harvard University, where we are performing a secret experiment under strict orders from Her Majesty's generals. I am now in the process of seeking volunteers for this project, if it works we might be able to freeze you and then thaw you out in the future where they may have a cure for your disease, whatever it is." The professor spoke in a pleading tone and Holmes merely shrugs "And if it is to fail my death will be earlier, correct?"
Proffesor Davidson merely nods "Capital, fetch me when I will be needed, I will be staying at my former lodgings at 221b Baker street, now sir I must bid you good day." he tips his hat at the proffesor and hails a handsom.
to be continued.....