Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Admit what, his story is not exciting enough?

Sherlock didn't respond immediately, he read the first volume of "Devil's Pleasure" unhurriedly, put it away properly, and then looked at Mycroft.

"It's an unexpected comparison. My dear brother reads cheap horror novels, and they don't prevent you from enjoying sweets? Is the blood between the lines as delicious as strawberry jam?"

Please don't be disgusted with strawberry jam.

At the moment, Mycroft hated his quick associations, and luckily there was no strawberry jam on the table today.

He didn't miss London after returning home, but facing his younger brother who was not caring all day long, the fog-shrouded city still had its own charm-it was quiet enough.

A month ago, the two Holmes brothers hurriedly left London and returned to their hometown of Yorkshire because of their mother's sudden illness.One suspends work, the other suspends studies, and plans to wait for the mother's physical condition to stabilize before leaving.

"Don't change the subject with strawberry jam."

Mycroft raised the corner of his mouth, "Sherlock, maybe your stories are evenly matched, but the meanings behind them are different.

Although the crime process in your writing is complicated and difficult to understand, "Devil's Pleasure" seems not complicated enough, but it is asking the fundamental question-who is the real devil. "

"Although the first issue has just been released, it can be seen that it was born out of the case of Jason the Ripper. Who is the devil? A murderer? Or is it the society that made him a murderer?"

Mycroft was a little bit sorry, the crime of Jason the Ripper had been fully disclosed by the newspapers, and anyone who followed the case could know the ins and outs.It is not easy to speculate now who is "Apep" who wrote "Devil's Pleasure".

Sherlock did not deny it, but nodded seriously, "You are right, that's why I bought it. If the future works of "Apep" are as wonderful as this one, it makes me wonder who is behind it.

See, I've confessed it.My dear brother, you should admit it too.You make this comparison because I have wronged your chocolate cake.It shouldn't be equated with anything, should it? "

This time it was Sherlock's turn to smile, and his pseudonym "Chocolate Cake" was a perfect choice.Mycroft's rare look of discomfort gave him a different kind of pleasure.

"Mycroft, why can't you understand my good intentions. As a considerate brother, I am very concerned about my brother's health. With all due respect, too much sweets will lead to middle-aged fat. And you don't like sports, so imagine Know how terrible the future will be."

After saying that, Sherlock opened his arms and made an exaggerated gesture of a spherical shape, as if it was Mycroft's future.

Mycroft: Thinking of London, where there is no brother who satirizes his figure.

Sherlock: I miss London, where there is no brother who teases his writing skills.

Old Mrs. Holmes came back from a walk and saw the two brothers sitting and laughing at each other. "I feel much better already, and it's good to go outside for a walk."

Sherlock and Mycroft quickly adjusted their expressions: they kept a friendly smile in front of their mother.

"The air in Yorkshire has always been good, just as you love each other as always. You support each other outside, and I feel relieved in Yorkshire."

Old Mrs. Holmes nodded with satisfaction, and went upstairs with a smile.

The two brothers looked at each other.

Mycroft: When are you leaving?Best to drive separately.

Sherlock: When will you go?I don't want them to go the same way.

**

There is one more person who has to keep smiling.

No matter whether you expect it or not, what should come cannot escape.

Three days have passed since the robbery.

Lestrade finally came to Montague Street at seven o'clock in the evening and knocked on the door he did not intend to knock on.He came once during the day, and was reminded by the landlord that Kelsey hadn't returned from work, so he might as well try again during dinner time.

"A rarity. Is the Inspector here to thank me?"

When Kelsey heard the familiar voice of inquiry, she was not surprised that Lestrade would come to the door sooner or later. "Thanks are unnecessary, I have always kept my promises. If one day I break the contract, it will only be that things are out of control."

Lestrade forced a smirk, "Thank you for keeping the promise. I'm honored that the compliment to Inspector L did not exceed your control."

"Seeing that you smile so sincerely, it seems that it is not only for gratitude."

Kelsey invited people into the living room.It has been more than half a month since I moved here, and a lot of things have been placed in the house in an orderly manner.Basically books, newspapers, and notes in different categories.

Lestrade glanced at it and began to doubt his English ability.Why do he know the words on the cover of the notebook separately, but they don't make sense together?

Very well, he used a vulgar adjective, but unfortunately he couldn't express it directly.

"To be honest, it's not that I want to find you, it's that Qian wants to find you."

Lestrade decided to spare his head from guessing what the cipher-like title meant, and from asking self-deprecating why it was recorded in this way.

He said and pointed to the drawing board next to the bookshelf, on which there were several food sketches. "Harry's Bakery, it seems you like it too, did you hear about the accident last Saturday?"

"Appears to be related to a robbery."

Kelsey poured two cups of tea and sat down leisurely, "The detective wants to tell me, you can't find any clues again?"

again!This is a very accurate mockery.

Lestrade didn't expect at first that he would miss the robbers.The time of the accident was in the afternoon, there were people on the street all the time, and many police forces were dispatched that day, but no clues were found.

"You've heard about the robbery, but you probably don't know that a rich lady was nearly run over by the robber's carriage. Benjamin, owner of the hat shop on Lavender Street, was taken on the spot.

It has been confirmed that the driver was Benjamin with a knife on his back.The robbers let him drive away the carriage in the shop and give them a ride.He couldn't resist at all and could only follow through, but was knocked out and left behind. "

Lestrade tried to be as objective as possible, "Banjamin definitely wants to recover the losses, but he doesn't want to spend money to hire foreign aid. We all know that the price to impress you is not low.

Now, Mr. Charles Bingley, the brother of the Miss Bingley, is paying three hundred pounds for finding out the escaped robber. "

However, Lestrade did not conceal Caroline's live confession, subjectively he did not want to deal with ungrateful people.It's a pity that as a policeman, he can't act subjectively.

In the living room, there was no words for a moment.

Kelsey was holding the teacup, rubbing the handle lightly with her fingers, and it took a long time before she put the cup down. "I see. It's a pity I didn't get to see the scene in person."

Was that scene funny?

Lestrade couldn't understand Kelsey's preferences, "Let's not talk about last Saturday, let's talk about the future. Are you going to take over the Bingley family's case?"

Not counting the past, but talking about the future, is it wrong to save people!

Kelsey leaned on the back of the chair, her attitude didn't seem to force her.

"Inspector, you must be reasonable when you do things, and you must have an attitude of hospitality when you hire someone to handle a case. If Miss Bingley wants to find the perpetrator, she should not just ask you to explain it on her behalf. It is etiquette to come to the door in person."

Lestrade: Are you sure?Who was the one who insisted on going deep into the Whitechapel area when no one was invited?

"And I don't need three hundred pounds."

Kelsey dismissed a large sum of money nonchalantly, "The money will be used as a thank-you fee for the report, and I will ask Miss Bingley to write an article to thank the bearded Mr. Only then will he accept his family’s invitation to investigate.”

"Cough! Cough—"

Lestrade choked on a sip of tea, he really didn't expect that Mr. Devil would still fight for the injustice of passers-by, and he used the way of poking people's pain when he shot. "Sorry, I'm just too surprised. This proposal is great, and the courageous deeds deserve to be thanked, and this spirit deserves to be praised."

However, Caroline is unlikely to agree.To point her out specifically to thank the bearded beard, in her opinion, is probably bending over and kneeling.

Lestrade knew in his heart that Caroline's lack of thanks was not because she was unwilling, but because she had never thought about it.In the eyes of some upper-class people, even if the middle and lower classes sacrifice for them, they should do it.

"And if Miss Bingley disagrees?"

Lestrade didn't think Kelsey was the only place in the Bingleys. "They can choose someone else, and three hundred pounds will attract a lot of people."

Kelsey smiled, "We can't force others, just stick to our own choice with a clear conscience. Compared with finding the culprit for Miss Bingley, I think it is more important to recover the loss for the robbed shopkeeper. There is no need for high rewards, he It is enough to be willing to give me a pleasing hat."

Although the perpetrators and the robbers are the same group of people, the meaning of the investigation is different.

"Okay, I will pass on your suggestion and give you an answer tomorrow."

Lestrade didn't stay long, and couldn't help asking before leaving, "Mr. Bennet, guess what percentage of the Bingley family might agree?"

Kelsey said indifferently, "I'm not the devil who can predict the future."

Lestrade's expression froze, the funniest joke of the year appeared, and then he listened to the next casual sentence.

"The inspector must guess. You can analyze whether Mr. Bingley is doing business just by luck."

Kelsey didn't say much, if it was EE or "Chocolate Cake" who had never met, she wouldn't even ask such a silly question.She waved her hand to the bewildered Lestrade and closed the door, "Say a word in advance, Inspector good night."

install?How is this safe?

Lestrade pinched himself to ask more questions.Should I think about it now, or just give up?

***

"The Bentley family sincerely thanks the bearded man who stepped forward. You are the hero who turned the tide and prevented the carriage from colliding. 』

"Just because I looked at you one more time—remember how the serious car accident in front of Harry's Cake Shop saved the day." 』

"He came unremarkably, went away without a trace, but is legendary in our hearts—praise of our bearded knight. 』

London Bentley House

Caroline pushed hard and swept all the newspapers with exaggerated headlines to the ground.

Three hundred pounds!After she sternly refused, my brother actually agreed to the ridiculous request, at a price of three hundred pounds, and thanked that bearded fat man who didn't even know his name in the newspaper!

So what if the beard saved her!

The others did not know the circumstances, but both the brother and Mr Darcy were present when the police questioned them.Thank you for reporting, just trample her face on the ground and rub it hard.

Caroline thought that her brother had come to ask someone to solve the case yesterday, and there were more than one detective in London, so why should she make a compromise.In the past, my brother followed her, but now for outsiders, he doesn't care about her dignity at all.For this reason, she was so angry that she didn't talk to her brother all day and all night.

"Dong dong."

The maid knocked on the door, "Miss, Mr. Bingley invites you to come downstairs. Mr. Bennet and Inspector Lestrade are here."

Caroline scolded coldly without thinking, "No!"

"Mr. Darcy is here too," said the maid again.

Caroline froze.

If she didn't go downstairs, wouldn't she have no idea what the four of them were talking about? She couldn't even explain a word to save her image.But if she went downstairs and asked her to recall the scene again, she would really be on pins and needles.

Oh, God!Where did the devil come from? She was in a dilemma.