"...After passing through a secluded alley and entering through a side door, Watson and his friend Stanford arrived at their destination—a hospital. Watson could not have been more familiar with a place like a hospital. He had originally been a doctor, and though he had not been involved in the profession for a long time, the memories in his mind had not faded."
"The two arrived at the rear area of the hospital, climbed the steps, and entered a corridor. Its walls were immaculate white, the lights bright, and it did not feel cramped. At the end of this long corridor was where Mr. Sherlock Holmes now worked—a laboratory."
"The laboratory door was open, and the two walked straight in."
"The space inside was large, spacious, and brightly lit. All sorts of bottles and jars sat on the tables, filled with strange, unknown liquids, some of which bubbled away. Besides that, many bizarre devices had been placed throughout the room, while several light screens floated in midair, displaying complicated data."
"There was only one person in the entire laboratory. He sat at a table some distance away, concentrating intently on something. He wore the pure white robe of a laboratory researcher. His figure was somewhat thin, yet he appeared exceptionally tall. His gray eyes were as sharp as a demonic eagle's, and the contours of his face seemed carved by a sculptor's knife."
"Perhaps hearing Watson and Stanford's footsteps, the man first turned to glance at them, then suddenly sprang to his feet. With an excited expression, he ran over holding a test tube used for potion experiments and said eagerly, 'Hey, look at this! I've discovered something that can detect the presence of blood!'"
"Watson sized up the man before him, whose age lay somewhere between young adulthood and