Sherlock walked out of the taxi and was a little unskilled to find a few pounds from his pocket and paid the driver's car.

He stood by the roadside, looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned.

It has been almost a week since I came to this world.

He has long been used to the typical Western-style English name Sherlock Forrest.

This is a very clichéd time travel story.

Charlotte, a fresh graduate who originally lived in China in the 21st century, was accidentally hit by an electric car on the way to attend the first recruitment interview in his life.

The owner of the bike fell into the river with him, causing this ordinary accident that was not even a car accident, drowned Charlotte.

I don’t know if anyone named Charlotte has a physical constitution that is easy to travel through.

When he woke up again, he found himself traveling to a young British man lying on a hospital bed.

Charlotte, who suddenly changed an environment and was very unfamiliar with everything around him, was confused at first.

But he has always had good control over his emotions. He has not made any extreme actions in the hospital, nor has he said anything wrong.

After detailed examinations by a group of blond and blue-eyed doctors, Charlotte's condition was found.

Amnesia caused by impact on the head.

This is undoubtedly a good explanation for nothing, and Charlotte, who has no inherited the memory of his predecessor.

Even his somewhat poor English speaking English could explain the past.

Afterwards, he had the excuse of amnesia, and he openly learned various information about the body he possessed in this world from the doctors in the hospital.

Sherlock Forest, an ordinary 20-year-old unemployed single young man in Surrey, England.

I fell down from the second floor at home because I didn't know what an accident and fainted.

Fortunately, he was discovered by the kind neighbor next door and sent to the hospital in time.

When he woke up again, the original Sherlock became the Sherlock who had traveled through time.

And now it is Britain in 1992. This country is experiencing a period of economic recession. The northern superpower has just announced its disintegration less than a year, and the whole of Europe seems a little depressed.

In August, most European countries will be trapped in a financial crisis caused by currency depreciation, and the UK is the most affected.

This is the only thing Charlotte, who occasionally listened to several major finance classes in his spare time, knows about the big event that will happen in the UK this year.

He didn't dare to think that this plot, which originally only appeared in the novel, would actually happen to him.

After two days of rest in the hospital, he gradually accepted this fact.

Originally, Charlotte was a person who was at ease with the flow. He was an orphan in his previous life. Except for meeting a group of friends when he was in school, the rest were also considered to be free.

Traveling through Britain at the end of the 20th century may not be a bad thing for him.

With a vision and knowledge far beyond this era, it is possible that you can still get rid of the original social and animal life.

Charlotte, who accepted reality, accepted Sherlock's identity.

After staying in the hospital for two more days, the doctor confirmed that he had no other problems, he was directly discharged from the hospital.

Sherlock in this world seems to have no relatives.

Otherwise, a week would have passed if I had been hospitalized and amnesia, and there would have been no one to visit him.

This is naturally a great thing for Sherlock, who has not inherited the memory of his predecessor.

If there are relatives like his parents, he really doesn't know how to deal with them.

But Sherlock doesn't seem to be completely unattended.

The doctor did not ask him for the expenses of hospitalization until he was discharged from the hospital.

He just told him that he could be discharged from the hospital, and handed him a note and told the address written on it was his home.

Sherlock took a taxi to the address with the few pounds that were originally placed in his pocket, and he was at home in this world.

To be honest, this two-story building looks a bit dilapidated from the outside.

The walls outside have begun to crack, and the floor tiles in front of the house are also covered with cracks. The weeds in the yard have obviously not been taken care of for a long time, and the iron door in front of the yard is even full of rust marks.

At first glance, people who don’t know will probably subconsciously think that this is a haunted house where an old witch lived.

Sherlock, who came to his senses, shook his head and smiled bitterly twice.

Whether it is a human house or a haunted house, it is already very good that he can have a house to live in now, and he can't be so picky.

At the same time, looking at the broken room in front of him, his eyes became firmer.

It's just starting from scratch.

Before traveling through time, he could even get into a famous domestic higher education institution and receive a national scholarship, and he was able to make a name for himself.

In this world, with the advantage of foresight, he really doesn't believe that his future life will be worse than before!

Sherlock, who made up his mind, clenched his fists gently, stood in front of the house, and muttered to himself two words.

"Try hard! Work hard!"

However, before he could walk into his home with firm steps, the sound of the car shutting down suddenly rang behind him.

Sherlock looked back in surprise and found a top luxury car parked behind him that he had lived for more than 20 years and had only seen the logo on TV.

The car door opened, and a white-haired man was dressed cleanly and neatly. It was obvious that the price of all the clothes he had worn in his previous life. Multiplying the total by 10, it was not necessarily possible to buy an old man in a suit and tie in a tie, and walked out of the car respectfully.

"Young Master, congratulations on your discharge, but unfortunately, on the day you were discharged, the Master's condition worsened and he is now admitted to the hospital."

Just when Sherlock was still stunned, the old man bowed to him with a document in his hand and handed it to him.

"The master said that your amnesia is not a bad thing, and he doesn't want to continue making trouble with you."

"As long as you are willing to promise not to contact those people again, his title and property are yours."

"After all, you are his own flesh and blood, and he doesn't want to give the titles he passed down from his ancestors and the property he has worked hard for most of his life to those cold-blooded relatives."

"This contract is both an agreement and a will. As long as you are willing to sign it, you can inherit all the property of the Cavendish family."

Seeing Sherlock standing there and being stunned by his words, still having no reaction, the old man sighed and stuffed the will into his hands.

"Young Master, don't be angry with the master... Forget it, you don't remember anything now. But your father really hopes that you can inherit the title of the Cavendish family. If you think it through, call me according to the phone number above, and I will take you to see the master as soon as possible."

After saying that, the old man returned to the car, the black car started and slowly drove away.

After being stunned for more than ten minutes, Sherlock came to his senses by the sudden sound of a trumpet on the road.

He looked at the will in his hand blankly, then looked up at the dilapidated house in front of him.

So, in this world, he is actually a rich second generation who left home angry?

His cheap father is still seriously ill and will die in the near future?

As long as he signs this will, the hard work and hard work he said before will never fall on him again like the ink he wrote?

Sherlock, whose brain was stimulated by the ups and downs of life, stared blankly at the clear sky, with only a black spot in the distance.

His face gradually showed a foolish smile, and he muttered to himself again.

"Go to TND and work hard! I want to enjoy happiness!"

As he spoke, the black dot in the horizon was getting closer and closer. An owl stretched out her wings and glided over Sherlock's head like a bomber, and at the same time casting its own "bomb".
Chapter completed!