Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

On the dining table, there is a plate of "gamble" that does not reveal its true face.

"I, keep my word."

Kelsey quickly broke the silence, and did not make wild guesses about the 'additional meal' Sherlock was craving, trusting her Mr. Holmes not to go too far. "Please lift the cover."

"Jerry, there are so many things I like about you, such as your crispness at the moment."

Sherlock didn't play with mystery either, and directly lifted the cover of the silver dinner plate.I saw a book lying quietly on the porcelain plate, it looked familiar.

The book was bought by the two of them together a few years ago, and it is one of the collections of love poems.

"I think you still remember it, the reference book back then."

Sherlock refers to the fact that the two studied love poems to solve the case at the time, and he was forced to recite the love poems by Kelsey to lead the key witnesses.

"That's the case where I was mistaken by Collins for the Midnight Killer. Now, I think it's time to discover the proper use of this book."

How else can I use the collection of love poems correctly?

Kelsey understood, and Sherlock actually brought out the collection of love poems from Baker Street, which shows that he came prepared.Perhaps, when Longborn met Collins again, the man was planning how to listen to love poems.

At the moment, Sherlock pushed the book to Kelsey's hand, "When you run out of snacks, can you recite some love poems for me?"

After a pause, Sherlock said frankly, "I want to hear you read love poems to me."

The reason is straightforward enough.

Demeanor, extremely eager.

"Of course. It is my honor to read poetry for you."

Kelsey smiled and agreed.Although the appearance of the collection of love poems was a bit sudden, as she expected, the "gamble and meal" that Mr. Holmes wanted was reasonable, and she was happy to fulfill his wish.

At dusk in May, the setting sun melts gold.

After the two enjoyed the cake, the sweetness in the room seemed to increase instead of decrease. It was love poems that made the air seem to be sugared.

By the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Kelsey picked up the collection of love poems with his left hand, flipped the pages with his right hand, and read with soft eyes:

""Who carves love, puts him beside this fountain. Thinks it can be controlled with water, such a fire."①"

Sherlock looked at Kelsey intently, listening to the eloquent love poems.

Outside the window, two fluffy gray and white-throated warblers flew at unknown time.

This happy couple chased each other in the bushes, rubbed each other's wings and feathers when they were tired from playing, and would stop and tilt their heads to look into the house.

"Gee-chi-"

"Chirp—"

The little birds seem to understand the melodious and sweet love poems, and they also chirped a few times, as if they were echoing the rhythm of the love poems, and they seemed to be talking to each other.

The gray and white-throated warbler didn't stay for long, and soon picked up a few small wooden sticks, flapped its wings and flew high up the tree to start building a love nest together.

Birdsong faded away.

The voices fade away.

""I am yours, you are mine, and I know it well. You lodged in my heart, lost the little key, and you have to settle there forever."②"

Kelsey concludes today's recitation with this.Coincidentally, Sherlock also read this poem when solving the case a few years ago.

Those unintentional words in the past are not so fun to think about now.

In the house, it was quiet.

Sherlock stared at Kelsey, who was wearing a misty blue gauze dress by the French windows.

The rays of the sun scattered, and Kelsey was once covered with golden light.I saw her put the collection of love poems on the table and gently put them on the table.

'Pounding—'

Sherlock clearly felt that his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

His heart is already occupied by the woman in front of him, so he knows rationally that no one is perfect, but he only feels that Kelsey's every move is extremely graceful, and the beauty is both real and illusory.

This makes people suddenly have the urge to confirm that this beauty is real.

It was rare for Sherlock's body to move faster than his brain, and when he realized it, he had stretched out his right hand to caress Kelsey's side face.

The movements of his fingers were gentle and slow, and he was fondly stroking Kelsey's cheek, but after all, he restrained himself from being too nostalgic, and quickly put his hand down.

Kelsey felt a little heat in the side of her face.

She just wanted to attribute the reason to the setting sun, but at the next moment, Sherlock took her left hand unexpectedly.

Kelsey was startled for a moment, and then her fingers trembled involuntarily.

At this moment, she felt very clearly that there was a touch of warmth on the ring finger of her left hand.

I saw Sherlock lowered his head and kissed Kelsey's left ring finger.

That was the place where the wedding ring was worn, and there was nothing real at the moment, but there seemed to be traces of the two people's heart-to-heart bond.

Inside, it's quieter.

Sherlock raised his head slowly, without letting go of Kelsey's hand. "Jerry, I..."

"Ok?"

With a smile on the corner of Kelsey's mouth, she looked directly at Sherlock, just to see if he dared to continue to do something today.

Sherlock could only swallow the words that almost blurted out.

He needs at least an engagement ring, otherwise, if he said something directly without preparation, it would be too casual and not serious enough.

From now on, put a custom engagement ring on the agenda and keep it with you for a good time to give.

"I want to ask, what were you looking at just now?"

Sherlock switched the subject naturally, "When I walked in, I seemed to see you playing with that old pocket watch from old Bennet's house."

According to old Bennett, his great-uncle had a custom-made pocket watch of the same style, with "KB" engraved on the back, which could be used as a certificate of recognition.

"Aha, pocket watch."

Kelsey glanced at Sherlock meaningfully, changed the subject cooperatively, and got up to fetch the pocket watch. "Yes, I was packing my luggage and compared the two pocket watches."

A pocket watch, owned by Bennett Sr.'s grandfather, with "OB" engraved on the back.

The other is an ancestral pocket watch of the original owner, which is also the only old family item left by her.The back of the pocket watch was empty, without any notches.

Sherlock compared the two pocket watches, they are completely different, and Kelsey's pocket watch is older in terms of production age. "Jerry, is this from your family?"

Kelsey did not admit that it was her family's ancestral, "It is an old thing brought out of a small town in the north of England."

Sherlock: So what?Isn't this called a family heirloom?

That subtle strange feeling came again.Just like last time, when Kelsey mentioned where his hometown was, he said that his body had breathed the cold air in the north for more than ten years.

This time, the doubts deepened.

Sherlock didn't see anything wrong with Kelsey's face, and he said casually: "Although they are all old pocket watches, and old Bennet said he was a confession, but you don't need to be overwhelmed.

Visible to the naked eye, the two pocket watches have no similarities in material and style.You can't suspect that you are related to the old Bennet family just because your surname is Bennet. "

"Tom Holmes!"

Kelsey only blamed himself for taking a slow step and failing to interrupt Sherlock in time.

Does this person not know his physique at all?Have you forgotten the strange phenomenon that will be caused by the two getting together?

It's okay if Sherlock doesn't say it, but after his extra words, he always feels that it may be a prophecy.

In fact, Kelsey also had no idea.

Who made Yuanshen not very clear about the origin of the old pocket watch, and did not leave her any well-documented clues at all.

Sherlock also remembered the strange aura that the two had collided with in those years.

He admitted that too much talk would lead to loss, so he just said in a low voice, "It's not Tom Holmes, it's Tom Smith, the new identity used to enter York City."

**

Next day, 07:30 am.

Darcy and Elizabeth got up early, and since yesterday they have seen off the guests who came to the wedding banquet one after another.

Some of the guests are still staying at Pemberley Manor today, but three of them are leaving after breakfast.

This is a breakfast for the host to send off the guests.

At the breakfast table.

Watson was so absorbed in eating breakfast that he didn't notice that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a bit weird.

What's so strange?

Watson had long since been reshaped in Chicago in terms of world outlook, outlook on life and values.He had seen Mr. Holmes tied to a plank, and Mr. Bennet in ladies' clothes.

The two became a couple who eloped from Tsarist Russia to the United States, and the legend of the pair of Tsarist Russian throwing knives is still circulating in the circus circle.

This time, it's not just the Smiths who came to the UK from the United States.

Watson looked at the two detectives sitting opposite him, and didn't think there was anything wrong with their disguised roles.

He didn't feel the slightest bit of awkwardness, instead he thought the script was good.The detectives pose as a newlywed couple heading to Yorktown for their honeymoon, where the wife likes to paint and the husband caters to her preferences.

What a warm and sweet setting.

At least there is no need to worry again, no need to worry about who needs to throw the knife blindfolded, and no need to worry about who will risk being stabbed accidentally and bleeding into rivers.

Watson praised from the bottom of his heart.

Praise be to Mr. Bennet, his performance as a lady is the pinnacle.I also praise Mr. Holmes, the man who is supremely rational can actually perform the affectionate style to the acme of perfection.

However, being calm is not something that anyone can do.

Darcy and Elizabeth sat upright, but their hands holding the knife and fork were slightly stiff. Please forgive them for not being able to adapt to the existence of Mr. and Mrs. Smith in the short term.

A few days ago a letter had been sent to Pemberley Hall.

The two detectives explained in advance that they would come to the manor in disguise.If you want to be able to mix the fake with the real in acting, you start with attending the wedding banquet.

Therefore, at the banquet the day before yesterday, Darcy and Elizabeth were shocked on the spot.

What?Didn't you read the advance notice letter?That's useless, not worth the excitement of seeing it with your own eyes.

They saw Mrs. and Mrs. Smith, and Sherlock naturally joined hands with Kelsey in women's clothing, and the two came to the wedding banquet with a slight facial disguise.

Simply did not tell other people about this matter, including Bentley did not know.So even though Bentley whispered that Mr. and Mrs. Smith looked familiar, he was not frightened and couldn't help being stunned.

After a day of buffering, the shock of 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' has not diminished by half.

Elizabeth repeatedly told herself, 'Elizabeth, how can you behave unnaturally, as a member of the Bennet family, you should be extremely grateful to the two detectives.

The unexpected role disguises of the two detectives in front of you are all conscientiously investigating your father's commission. How can you not support it? ! '

Darcy silently cut the breakfast meat. He understood that the lives of detectives were always different and colorful, but at this moment he couldn't help recalling the past in the underground corpse cave in Paris.

That time, Darcy almost made a bet with Bentley.

At the time, Bentley was quietly skeptical that the two detectives would have a relationship beyond friendship.

Darcy categorically denied that possibility, and confidently gambled on a Leonardo da Vinci painting, asking Bentley if he wanted to gamble.

Bentley, of course, didn't call, and the bet didn't stand.

This moment, that moment.

At that moment, Darcy silently forked a mouthful of meat into his mouth, and glanced at Kelsey and Sherlock as if nothing had happened.

Oh, God!what did he see

What's the matter with the kind of warmth and harmony that the two detectives obviously didn't do, but just had their own breakfast?

Darcy couldn't help but start to doubt himself, 'Fitzwilliam Darcy, are you saying that you made a mistake in judgment, or are some people's acting skills good enough to be fake?

Suppose one day in the future you receive a wedding invitation from two detectives.So is it necessary to handle the case and act, or is Kelsey and Sherlock really going to get married?Can you tell the difference? '

The author has something to say:

①Zenodotus, Greek poet, "Aphros"

②Ava, German poet, "I Am Yours"