"Speaking of which, did Little Morning actually have a Sherlock Holmes or who was the prototype for this detective?" Li Xie's question stunned Su Rui Chen.

  It is unclear whether there was a historical figure of Holmes, and the author of "The Polish Tradition", Graham Robb, once put forward the view that both the prototype of Holmes and the protagonist Poirot of "Murder on the Orient Express" were Oscar Wilde.

  Oscar Wilde's full name is Oscar Wilde, and the name may be unfamiliar to everyone, but his article "The Selfish Giant" should be known to most Chinese people.

  The Earth of Past Life "Giant's Garden" was selected into junior high school Chinese textbook.

  Oscar Wilde wrote only nine fairy tales in his lifetime, but each one is a classic. His fairy tales are even mentioned alongside Andersen's by some media outlets.

  Why is there a saying that Wang Erlde is the prototype of Holmes and Poirot?

  It all started when Conan Doyle and Oscar Wilde first met, according to Conan Doyle's own recollection: he felt as if he was dining with Holmes.

  That's why this saying came into being.

  However, before this the first article "The Study in Scarlet" had already established Holmes' image, so it is completely absurd to say that the prototype of Holmes came from Oscar Wilde.

  However, Su Rui-cheng himself is more inclined to agree with Oxford professor John Berryman's statement that Wilde had influenced Conan Doyle's definition of Holmes.

  Apart from this, Starrett also mentioned in his writing "The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes" that he found a book written by Henry Watson in the university library, and suspected that this person was John Watson.

  There are also famous Holmes researchers like Baring-Gould and Houl who have put forward a lot of evidence to prove that Holmes is real, but there is also a lot of counter-evidence. So whether Holmes really exists or not has been debated on Earth for over a hundred years, how can he know for sure?

  Not only is the existence of Holmes in dispute, but there is also considerable controversy over whether Conan Doyle was actually the original author of the Sherlock Holmes stories.

  A famous British psychologist, Garrick Utley, spent eleven years collecting evidence to prove that Conan Doyle murdered the original author and plagiarized his work. The shadow author was none other than the author of "The Western Legend", Freysher Robinson, and the evidence he cited was a passage written on the flyleaf of the first edition of "The Hound of the Baskervilles": Dear Robinson, your description in "The Western Legend" inspired me to create this book. Thank you for your help in creating this book.

  Gerrit Staal also suspected that Conan Doyle had an affair with Robinson's wife.

  After Su Zhechen finished reading the so-called evidence of Gary Steller, he came up with this sentence: In any country, there will always be such a clown who wants to make a name for himself with astonishing remarks.

  There are many rumors about Ren Hong, and "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes" is incredibly popular, so there are not a few guesses. This makes Su Rui Chen wonder how to respond.

  So I just vaguely passed it off with "Hmm, a thousand readers have a thousand Holmes in their hearts, so I don't want to give a specific answer either."

  "There are a thousand Holmes in the hearts of a thousand readers, haha Xiao Chen your mouth is really good at talking." Li Xiashu laughed.

  There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand readers.

  This is a proverb about Shakespeare, and Hamlet is one of his more famous plays but not one of the four great tragedies.

  Shakespeare is called the father of British drama, and in his lifetime he wrote thirty-eight plays, one hundred and fifty-five sonnets and some other poems.

  The fourteen-line poem I wrote is almost all a sad love poem, such as: My bones have been strengthened, but on the surface I appear weak, my face appears pale and thin, but in my heart I am passionately in love.

  Love can make water boil, but water cannot cool down love and so on are all related to love.

  Shakespeare was a playwright and poet who never wrote in his life, not even one book, so this is a misconception of people. What he wrote were "Romeo and Juliet", "The Tempest", "A Comedy of Errors" and so on, all of which are plays, not books.

  In his previous life, Su Zhe had lost someone like that before. In front of others, he would brazenly claim to have read all of Shakespeare's works.

  After having a welcoming dinner, the entire crew set off for Xinjiang early next morning.

  The entire crew was divided into several cars, although they were all Jinbei vehicles, but the levels were different. Su Shichen, Huang Sanqian, Qiu Yeming, Li Lishu, Yu Qiuyuan and other important figures in the crew sat in one car.

  However, there were only men in the car and nothing to worry about. The heroine Liu Qianqian's role as Zi Xia has already been killed, so she had left the crew early.

  However, Yu Qiyuan was on the bus, so the atmosphere was very quiet, and no one spoke. The interior of the car was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. "Third Brother San, what are you doing?"

  Su Rui Chen and Huang San Qian sat in the same row, but Huang San Qian kept moving back and forth, opening the car window. At this time, Xinjiang was extremely cold, but Huang San Qian still opened the window, letting in a chilling gust of wind.

  "Hehe sorry everyone, bear with me. I'm thinking of taking a couple of photos and posting them on Weibo as a gift for all my fans."

  "Hmm, this idea is not bad." Then Li Shu and others took out their mobile phones and snapped photos.

  But it was just a brief gust of cold wind that had already made the faces of the people in the car turn pale and their hands and feet icy.

  I was worried that if it got too hot after arriving at Huoyan Mountain, and indeed, according to Su Rixing's understanding, the highest temperature in summer can reach over 40 degrees Celsius.

  But it's not summer now, but he fears heat more than cold wind.

  Huang Sanqian and others have also had enough trouble, hurry up and close the window "It's really cold, but for the sake of sending benefits to fans, this bit of cold is nothing."

  "How much further? I feel dizzy and want to vomit" Qiu Yeming's face was pale, as if he had just contracted a serious illness.

  "Yeming Ge, you won't be having altitude sickness, will you? Eat some more fruits." Su Xichen had brought some apples and pears in his bag.

  "I knew you were carrying a big bag of something, Xiao Chen. It turns out it's fruit for me to have one." "I want one too!" Huang Sanqian and Li Xie took one each.

  "It's really boring," Huang Sanqian sighed, "and my laptop is out of battery too."

  "Who told you to watch movies all night and use up all the power of your laptop, and not even bring a portable charger?" Li Shu said.

  From Beijing to Xinjiang, it takes almost 40 hours by car. They set off at 7 am the day before and now it's 1 pm on the second day, which means there are still over a dozen hours of driving ahead.

  "The fact that I forgot about the power bank is true, but who was so engrossed in watching something last night that their eyes almost popped out?" Huang Sanqian retorted.

  "Looking at those hills, don't they look like one grave after another?" Li Xie suddenly said.

  Huang Sanqian looked out of the car window and said, "Indeed, it's quite similar. Anyway, I'm bored, so I'll tell you a story about a tomb."

  One day, a young woman was walking home alone at night and discovered that a man was following her. Every step she took, the man would follow. Since the road back home was too desolate, with no streetlights or pedestrians, she took a detour to a cemetery. At this point, the woman entered the cemetery and said: "Ah! I'm finally home!" The man was so scared that he turned around and ran away. Isn't it hilarious?

  Huang Sanqian finished speaking, but there was no reaction inside the car at all, and the scene fell into an awkward silence.

  "How come none of you are laughing? This is a really funny joke!" Huang Sanqian was driven crazy.

  "This is so outdated, I've seen it many times online already. Is there anything else funny?"

  "Hmm, even if it's a very funny joke, after watching it several times, there is no feeling anymore," said Qiu Yeming.

  "Three thousand, I've seen this joke a few times even though I'm someone who can't keep up with the times," said Yu Qiyuan.

  Huang Sanqian's face turned bright red with anger, and he muttered, "What's the big deal? I'll tell you another one. One evening, Old Li invited a few old buddies to dinner."

  When everyone was tipsy and excited, they started talking about how ridiculously high housing prices are these days.

  As they chatted, they unknowingly ended up at the cemetery. Old Li said: "Nowadays, the price of graves is rising year by year, and the unit price of a good grave is even higher than housing prices! It's not worth dying for. I've already picked out a spot for myself, and I heard that the price is still skyrocketing."

  Old Wang listened with great envy and said: After hearing you say that, I also want to buy a piece of cemetery land. Old Li, can you help me ask around? If there's a suitable one, let me know.

  Old Li said enthusiastically: Just wait for good news, if there's a suitable place I'll definitely tell you first; however, if you need it urgently, just use mine first.

  Old Wang was speechless at that moment. "Haha, isn't it funny?" However, in the car, only Huang Sanqian burst out laughing loudly, while everyone else remained silent.

  "So you guys still aren't laughing?"

  "I've also heard this story" Qiu Yeming's face was already pale and he rolled his eyes, feeling especially speechless.

  Huang Sanqian was speechless and said in a sulky tone, "The journey is boring, I just wanted to tell a story to liven up this dull atmosphere. You've all heard everything, so why don't you come up with a nice and interesting story?"

  "Three thousand ah, we also know you're kind-hearted, but the stories you tell are really nothing new and not very funny." Li Shu said in a soft voice.

  "Then tell me a newer story," Huang Sanqian said with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.

  Li Xie shook his hand and said, "I won't tell any stories, but isn't there a more professional person next to me who can do it?" The professional Li Xie was referring to was Su Shicheng.

  "Right! Xiao Chen is a writer, so he must have many good stories in his belly. Hurry up and tell us a few to relieve our boredom!" Huang Sanqian's eyes lit up.

  "Alright alright, otherwise I'll tell you about what's behind 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes'"

  "Huang Sanqian gave a thumbs up, extremely agreeing with Qiu Yeming's suggestion."

  Although the two men often argued about whether Holmes was real or not, the fact that they were arguing at all proved that they both enjoyed reading the Sherlock Holmes stories - after all, would you bother to argue with someone over a work you didn't like? That's just not possible; no one is boring enough for that.

  "San Qian Ge and Ye Ming Ge's 'Sherlock Holmes Collection' is a reasoning book, and it's only interesting when you read it yourself. If I tell you the story, you might not remember some details, so it won't be interesting."

  Huang Sanqian and Qiu Yeming thought that it was indeed the case, reasoning is indeed more enjoyable when done on physical books, even if using a mobile phone is not as good.

  Although they knew it was the case, the two still sighed and couldn't hear the latest content of "Sherlock Holmes" which is one thing, more importantly, the journey was really boring.

  But all he heard was Su Xianchen suddenly change the subject and say, "It's not interesting to talk about 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' with your mouth, but I also have a story about a tomb."

  "Xiao Chen, you're not going to tell some stale jokes like San Qian, are you?" Li Xi said with a half-joking and half-serious tone.

  Su Shilei said, "Of course not. The story I'm telling isn't a joke that can be summed up as supernatural. How about it? Do you have the guts to listen?"

  "Just in time, I'm bored, let's talk"

  "Right, I dare to watch horror movies, but I'm afraid of the stories you tell, Xiao Chen."

  "The story I'm telling is called 'Ghost Blows Out the Light'..."