Out of Baker Street

To Dr. John Watson

            September 8th, 17—.

            The case I’ve recently started to investigate has shown itself to be surprisingly interesting and worth

            a deeper dig. My dear Watson, I’m afraid I’ll need your assistance in this one. Leave London

            immediately and join me in Ingolstadt, Germany.

                                                                                                Sherlock Holmes

            Dr. Watson arrives in what appears to be the victim’s home and finds an energetic Sherlock, impatiently waiting in a messy living room. “Nice of you to finally show up”, said Holmes. “Please Sherlock, you know I couldn’t leave Baker Street without setting things up for Mrs. Hudson”, replied the doctor. “What are we doing in this bloody apartment? The murders didn’t even occur here!” “Elementary, my dear Watson. Follow me”. The detective grabs a broom stick laid on the floor and violently stabs the ceiling. “What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?”, asks Mr. Watson. A foldable staircase falls in front of them. The detective pulls it down, “After you”, followed by an arrogant eye brown lift. 

            “Bloody hell!”, yells Watson. A scent of rotten meat surrounded both men as they climbed up the stars. Sherlock lights his lantern and jumps in extasy for what was at his sight. “Yes! Yes! Finally something interesting! London was getting so boring.”, said the detective. John rolled his eyes in disappointment, “So, what do we have here? A cannibal?”. “Open your eyes Watson, of course not! Our killer involved himself in something far more interesting than killing for a meal. Can’t you see? We’re dealing with a serial killer my friend”, affirmed Holmes with a glow on his eyes. “Quick, go to the nearest booth and phone Lestrade, we will need Scotland Yard. Also, take this letter and hand it to him, I must know who left us this anonymous hint”. 

            Watson opens the letter, which says, “Sherlock my friend, why don’t you be a dear and investigate this crime for me. The address is 3240 Schanzer Weg, Ingolstadt, Germany. You will be hearing from me soon. Your admirer E.F”. Suddenly a thunder is seen from far away through the window, enlightening this dreary night of November. A loud and sharp scream came from downstairs and echoed on the walls. “We aren’t alone, are we Sherlock?”, “We shall find out”. Both man rush out of the room and start their new journey.