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forward slash Sherlock & Co.

Hello and welcome to the adventure of the missing three quarter. I hope you like doctors and football and doctors that like football. That's me. There just seems to be a fair bit of both in this adventure. There's actually tons and tons of me. Sorry about that. So take a seat and listen to your favourite podcast to give you a bloody good podcasting.

Check the episode description for any triggers and stuff, but it goes without saying that this contains swearing.

Goes without saying, and then you said it anyway, John, didn't you? I'll redo this intro later if I get the time.

You say you have a buyer? Correct. A very interested buyer, Mr. Holmes.

They wish to purchase my sample. Why?

Oh, a drop of blood is a signature. An archive of every infection, every injury.

A bond to your ancestors, to your parents, to your siblings. A speck of your blood, like rings in the

trunk of a tree, shows me the scars of old fevers,

ford through hushed wimpers to mummy at your bedside.

We both seek truth, Holmes.

I just like to look below the surface, and below yours, oh, I see many things.

The resilience borne out of every affliction, the fear, the determination.

In every cell I see your brilliant mind. I have long looked at you through scope and glass.

It was somewhat thrilling to finally meet the man himself, but for now at least we part ways.

I will stave off my very interested buyer in your sample.

For it was an honour, Holmes, to assist in your case,

to pull you through the murky cloud of plasma into the truth.

My name is Dr. John Watson, once of the British Army Northumberland Fuselier Regiment.

Now, a true crime podcast that are based in central London.

I don't have much experience in criminology, so this is mostly a record of how I met possibly the most brilliant and bizarre person I have ever and will ever know.

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