Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Sherlock ignored Lestrade for the time being, and didn't care about the detective's sudden nervousness.

He shook his head slightly at Kelsey, "Mr. Robinnet is concerned, and there is no need to provide accommodation. It's only a few days, I have a place to rest."

Sheilo doesn't believe that Kelsey's invitation is sincere.

The two have worked together for two and a half months, and they still don't understand each other's habits.No matter how kind Kelsey looks, she never lets others stay in the private area for too long.

What's more, the bruise from fighting in the secret room three days ago has not faded away, can they really be in the same room without incident?

As soon as the words fell, Lestrade let out a sigh of relief.

His tense nerves relaxed.Fortunately, God heard his prayers, and there was no risk of a second temporary resident in the family.

"That's good." Kelsey seemed relieved. "It's good that Mr. Holmes has a place to live. I don't have to worry about you being exposed to the sun and rain."

Sun and rain, about equal to sleeping on the street.

Sherlock did not think it would be that miserable.In addition to actively disguising to solve the case, could he not find a place to live in London?

Even if you don't find Mycroft to stay overnight, but with London's prosperity, can a high-end hotel be short of a vacant room?

For those who can't find a place to stay, the difference is never a room, but the high room rate of that room.

Sherlock found doubts, "Mr. Bennet has such a pessimistic assumption, is it just experience?"

Kelsey admitted frankly, "Yes, speaking from experience. There is nothing wrong with telling others. I once stayed at the inspector's house for a few days, and I am grateful to Inspector Lestrade for lending a helping hand. "

who called me?

Lestrade had just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly he was worried again, please don't bring up the past again.

"Oh! Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

Lestrade was deeply afraid that there would be another incident, so he quickly changed the topic and stopped discussing the topic of excuses. "Mr. Holmes can enter the building to dispose of personal belongings. I will accompany you and take notes on the spot."

Said to accompany, but Lestrade took a step ahead and hurried to the building.As long as you walk fast enough, you won't be stared at by strange eyes.

It was a waste of Kelsey's efforts to watch Lestrade's evasiveness.

How many people want to make friends with a master in solving crimes, but Lestrade didn't know how to cherish it and rejected Sherlock.Homeowners and tenants are so suitable for getting closer and closer, and maybe they can spark a spark of cooperation.

At this moment, Sherlock would not know Kelsey's purpose.It seemed that he unintentionally raised the topic of staying overnight, partly for his sake, partly to tease Lestrade, and partly to watch a good show.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Jerry, should I thank you?"

"You're welcome. Tom, you said you wanted to start a detective career in London, and I'll do my part."

Kelsey spoke with sincerity, and it was true.

Three days ago, the two chatted on the way back to London.Sherlock has just finished university and plans to start a detective career in London.

No matter how famous Sherlock Holmes will be in the world in the future, not many people know him now.For example, a client like Mr. Wilson found Sherlock after being introduced by an acquaintance.

In this way, the probability of Sherlock wanting to encounter a case of interest is too low based on the introduction of an acquaintance.It is a good choice to cooperate with Scotland Yard to take over unsolved unsolved unsolved cases.

"is it?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and shook his head. He had to believe some words, but he couldn't believe them all.When it comes to the facts of the case, Kelsey never speaks nonsense, but it is difficult to speak normally.

Kelsey is completely innocent, "Having a happy cooperation, I can still watch your good show? Are you as smart as you, and you want to let my sincerity go wrong?"

sincerity?

Sherlock smiled, pointing to the nail on the head, "The inspector's eyes are not good, he didn't see the look on your face when you greeted him just now - clearly saying, 'Poor unlucky Sherlock, the gate was burned as soon as he came home, Good to laugh but hold back'."

Kelsey had a moment of joy, thanks to Sherlock who made her sore limbs.I don't complain about accidents when investigating cases, but now I have the right to do whatever I want.

However, admitting is not admitting.

"Tom, you're still the same, always suspicious."

Kelsey said generously, "I took the initiative to greet you. How could I laugh at your bad luck? I just came to ask if I can help? For example, now, do you need me to go upstairs to carry your luggage together?"

The two stayed up all night for the last night for the dismemberment case, and both had just left the hospital.

Sherlock looked at Kelsey's faint dark circles, and wanted to say no, he should go home and rest soon.

But seeing that his expression was determined, as if he believed that he would refuse, he changed his words instead: "Okay, thank you Mr. Bennet, please help me."

'Clang! '

Kelsey seemed to hear the sound of lifting a rock and hitting her feet. In fact, she missed the warm big bed at home, but she still kept smiling, "You're welcome. It's my honor to contribute to you."

The two went up to the second floor side by side.

There was a scorching smell coming to my face, and I saw the scene of the fire crossing the border.

The buildings along the street are all three stories high, with three households per elevator.

The fire started in room 201, and the entire corridor was not spared, it was burnt black.

"Mr. Holmes, your gate is broken."

Lestrade took a step sideways, motioning for Sherlock to look at the collapsed door frame of Room 203. "Luckily the house was not affected and the fire was extinguished. That's because you didn't have the carpet in place, otherwise it would have been worse."

Sherlock looked around and determined the cause of the violent fire in the corridor.A lot of cartons and sundries have been placed here, leaving a circle of burnt stains and ashes.

Sherlock didn't go to his rented house, so he first observed room 201 where the fire started. "How could there be a fire in the morning?"

"At six o'clock in the morning, Mr. Franklin came home with a hangover. He didn't even close the door and lay down in the living room.

The alcohol made him forget about his half-smoked cigarette, which fell on the floor and ignited the carpet, which then burned from the inside to the outside of the door. "

Lestrade gestured to his waist, "Yesterday, a batch of his goods arrived, and they were temporarily piled up in the aisle. They were a batch of carton outer packaging. Those flammable materials made the fire spread."

Franklin woke up from the fire, turned out the window on the second floor, and landed successfully at the cost of a broken right leg.

Subsequently, he yelled and alarmed the surrounding residents and quickly called the fire alarm.Fortunately, the road was clear in the morning, and the firefighters who drove to put out the fire in time.

"Fortunately, no one else was injured other than Mr. Franklin."

Lestrade said the tenants in Room 202 had an early shift and were out at [-]:[-] a.m.Sherlock also did not stay, and no second person was present when the fire broke out on the second floor.

At this moment, Lestrade noticed that Kelsey was going to the corner, did he put on his gloves and picked up a piece of dirt? "Mr. Bennet, what are you looking at?"

"A clod of clay from America."

Kelsey sniffed the clay. "Special sculpting clay, unique to the American South. It might have been a seal."

The golf ball-sized mud was burnt to black and black, and the engravings on it were distorted and difficult to discern.

Lestrade said indifferently, "It's not surprising. Mr. Franklin is an American. Some of his goods came from the United States. This may be something in the cargo box."

Sherlock took it and looked at it. As far as the clods are concerned, there is nothing special except that they are not common in England.

But he asked Lestrade, "Inspector, Scotland Yard is busy recently? I haven't seen you at the scene of an accidental fire that didn't involve human life. Could it be that the manpower has been increased now? Scotland Yard no longer only has a hundred or so people." police force?"

"How can it be possible to increase the police force? The budget has no plans for this. The police were sent to the scene of the fire recently only because of orders from superiors."

Lestrade was not in a hurry, "I didn't notice an increase in arson cases, but I don't know which big shot proposed to investigate the fire in London."

While talking, Lestrade found something was wrong, why did he answer obediently?

And in front of his face, isn't this Mr. Holmes mocking Scotland Yard's inaction?

Kelsey said at the right time, "Why should the inspector be humble? Even if you don't have an order from your superiors, you won't shirk the investigation. Who doesn't know that you are always helpful, you care about the safety of London citizens, and you are good at listening to all kinds of opinions. "

Lestrade was a little overwhelmed by the praise, and immediately forgot about it, wondering if he was that good?

Sherlock glanced at the two people beside him, and finally affirmed Kelsey's previous proposal.

——For the sake of London's detection rate, he will take over Scotland Yard's difficult cases, and he can't count on the detectives who are easy to boast.

The three of them checked the corridor, and then checked the situation in Room 201.The scene was completely consistent with Franklin's confession, and today the fire was caused by cigarette butts.

Sherlock went to Room 203 after making sure he had no doubts, and moved out the unopened suitcases one by one.He had a lot of things, if they moved all of them to Mycroft's residence, they would have to go back and forth again after ten days.

Kelsey suggested, "If you don't mind, most of them can be temporarily stored in my house. It's very close, on the back street. I opened the window and looked across the street."

"Okay, let me go home."

This time, Sherlock agreed simply, "I'll move back when the landlord finishes the second floor. Thank you, Mr. Bennet."

Lestrade tilted his head, was it his illusion?

The relationship between these two seems to be a bit complicated. Is it a new popular way of getting along with friends now?

No one answered Lestrade's doubts.

Before leaving, Sherlock re-introduced himself to Lestrade, and he could come to him for consultation in case of difficulties.

Lestrade looked at the two of them pushing a load of luggage away, feeling a little confused. Who should they turn to when encountering difficult cases?

pick one of two?Perhaps the unknown Mr. Holmes is easier to live with than the known devil?

Oh no!

Lestrade came to his senses suddenly, and hit his left palm with his right fist.Why did he choose? It is entirely possible to invite both of them and let them duel internally.

"hey-hey."

Lestrade couldn't help sniggering, which prevented police officer Carter from stepping forward immediately.

Carter shook his head secretly. Although he didn't know what the officer was laughing at, he felt that the dark clouds above his head were much heavier.

Life isn't just about solving crimes.

Sherlock's arrival in London also allowed Kelsey to do other things without worrying about being asked to support Scotland Yard halfway.

In Angel's case, Kelsey did not collect Ms. Robinson's final payment, but exchanged an opportunity-to introduce a professor and let her be admitted to the university.

Nowadays, the assessment standards of each school are different, or the school system will review it, or the professor will set the question independently.

The source of students is basically the same, the children of noble country gentry and emerging businessmen.

Some hire private teachers to teach from childhood, and some study in private high schools, but they are all inseparable from good economic conditions, so that they do not need to run around for a living.

Generally speaking, if outsiders want to enter this circle, they need someone to recommend them.

For example, the son of a foreign businessman is at the age of sixteen or seventeen. He hopes to go to the school he wants to major in, and getting to know the professors of the college is the only way to go.

"Charlie Egbert, University College London, Department of Economics"

This is the recommended professor finalized after some discussions with Ms. Robinson.

He did not choose Cambridge, which he studied in his previous life, nor Oxford, which is equally prestigious. Kelsey knew exactly what he needed.

Relatively relaxed learning environment, no mandatory requirement for classroom attendance; access to the library and reference room of the school and related cooperative institutions; and a communication platform where you can speak freely.

The University College London was established only later than Oxford and Cambridge. Compared with the former two, its original intention was to abandon the stereotypes of the church and advocate rationalism and equal rights in education.

The location is excellent. The British Museum, the British Library, the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, the British Medical Association, etc., are all within walking distance of each other, and they communicate with each other from time to time.

Kelsey's house is also on its side, half an hour's walk away.

No matter how you look at it, UCL is the best and most suitable choice for her.

August 29.

Kelsey visits Professor Egbert for the third time.Following the preliminary understanding of the previous two times, and the submission of a stack of relevant admission papers, today's final on-site written test.

The venue was set at the Diogenes Club.

This is the weirdest club in London. Except for the stranger's room, no talking is allowed in other rooms.

However, the quiet environment is indeed suitable for the examination room.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, cloudy and sunny.

One-on-one assessment, the two spent an afternoon in the house in silence.

Kelsey handed a stack of answer sheets to Egbert who was seated opposite him. After flipping through it quickly, Egbert caught the involuntary satisfied smile on his face.

Egbert hurriedly suppressed his smile again, got up and made a gesture of invitation, indicating that Kelsey could leave.According to the previous agreement, he will notify Kelsey of the final result on September [-]st.

Kelsey nodded, pausing for a few seconds in front of the stranger's room before walking out of the club.

Everything has an antecedent, such as not choosing the office of the college, but choosing the Diogenes club exam.There may well be a reason behind this door.

Do you need to push the door to confirm?

Kelsey raised the corners of her mouth and walked away sassyly.We should see each other, we will always meet in the future.

Ten minutes later, Egbert knocked on the door of the stranger's room.

"Come in." A voice answered from inside the house.

Egbert opened and closed the door in one go, and impatiently slapped the test paper on the table.

"Here, the answer sheet you want. Mycroft, I really don't understand why you have to do so much. I haven't seen you interfering with my teaching before, but this time you actually have an extra test paper in my name."

"Okay, the help I promised you has been completed. Whether you are satisfied or not, I accept Kelsey as a student. He is a rare genius."

Egbert said firmly, not caring about Mycroft's expression, and walked away.

"I want to write the admission invitation letter in my own hand immediately, immediately, without delay. Oh, which ink is better to use to show my welcoming gesture implicitly?"

Egbert comes and goes like the wind.

Mycroft blinked, looking at the hastily closed door.He didn't have time to say a word other than 'please come in', right?