Sherlock 22nd Century Novels & Stories

Sherlock used to play golf with Chad's parents a while back. Sandra pondered for a while before saying, “This could be a major breakthrough in our research. If we can understand what caused that Outer Burst we might be able to replicate the anomaly under a controlled environment to penetrate the unknown time/space continuum.” Adopting an austere behaviour, she ordered, “Gadgil, send some of the people over there to investigate. I want a full report.” “Yes, Ms Sandra.” “I’m going with them.” Sherlock volunteered to assist the crew. Since he knew the Berkleys, the investigation should go smoothly without any need for any forceful legal procedures.

Edmond shook hands and went out to speak to the chief security, Liam. Before he could speak Liam started with his head held low. "I'm sorry but there is very bad news sir." "What is it?" Edmond couldn't control his temper. His son almost would have been killed because of the inefficiency of these security people. "Sir, we have already investigated the matter." John spoke before Liam. "No sooner than he is already out of prison, he starts with his work, sir. That shooter was the minion of Sherlock. But there is nothing to worry about. He will not be able to escape for too long from our men. We are spread far and wide.

She asked in return. “Ah, not that much,” I answered truthfully. She chuckled as she shook her head. “His and Dr. Watson’s address was 221b Baker Street,” she said and my mouth formed an ‘o’ as I understood the reference. Her flat’s address when she took the second one on the second floor is 2-21b, similar to that of the famous London detective. The elevator opened and she led the way. We stopped in front of a door with a number two. She took her key out but before she put it in the keyhole, she paused.

He thinks that Derek should go to the future further. It's best if he will be where they will never meet in their life anymore. Drake set the year 3021 which is a century after the present time. He sets an automatic lock on the date so that Derek or the other agents can't adjust it anymore. It will be the last time they will travel in time once they get inside.

That comment earned a deadly glare from the Fallen. “Well, now that the case was close. Detective Sherlock is now signing off. Adios!” And then he disappeared, again, into the thin air.

I asked. "You f*cking lucky enough to be accepted by me, look I couldn't sleep from thinking before the new investigation that my chief already assigned to us but he knows that you're sick, aren't you supposed to take some f*cking rest?" "I'll take some prescriptions for migrations and medications for fevers" I answered with a smile that she'll never see through. "Alright Sherlock, the investigation is about homicide in district twenty-one beside the alleyway of HenLin Flat, it seems the victim is a she that was sexually assaulted and murdered her for resisting the suspect's desires"

Connor grumbled playfully. Despite the appearance of a specter at the feast (I’m quoting Mycroft Holmes to Benedict Cumberbatch in the BBC’s version of Sherlock – go watch the show, it’s awesome), things went well for the rest of the night. The rich people got their opportunity to press the flesh with Connor, the environmentalists raised some money, and I didn’t go to jail for killing Miranda. A moderately passable time was had by all. Until the end.

The crystal shard within was cold and hollow, a silent monument to a war fought in the shadows of time. "My head feels like a shattered mirror," Kabir groaned, rubbing his temples as he stood beside her. He looked down at his own hands, then at the surrounding gardens of the Viceregal Lodge. "I remember two distinct lives, Anaya. In one, I am a disgraced detective running from corporate assassins in a high-tech dystopia. In the other... I am just a private investigator who came to Shimla to look into an old, unresolved historical theft from 1947."

She sat on the bed and thought about how she got here. She's from the planet called Earth and right now she's in a different world. In this world, you need to be strong to live. She's been here for 1 month. On Earth, she is Soheila Marioline Vespara, a top assassin of the 28th century. She is also a great thief and a Genius Doctor. But now she's here on Svetlana, it's a world full of Martial Arts, cultivation, and magic. On Earth, Soheila is Twenty Five years old, but when she transmigrated into this world she's only fifteen years old. She knew about it when her body changed from a Youth Adult to a Teen body. She thought that the time here is different from Earth.

Little snake! As soon as we arrive at the police station, we are taken to the detective’s office. He greets us with handshakes and indicates that we sit down. Brandon holds the chair for me to sit, and I smell the so familiar scent. Good Lord, how I missed that smell! Once the clerk settles at his desk, the detective asks. “Well, which of you can explain the whole story?” Brandon and I look at each other, and he points with his hand, indicating that I can start.