Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

"Detective L made another extraordinary contribution, and was arrested for a series of bloody handprints"

"The Tragedy of the Theater——The Fire of Serial Terror in Early Autumn"

"Counting down the souls of the dead under the fire over the years, are there any faces you are familiar with - remembering the beauties who died young in youth"

In London in early October, it seems to be a bit dry and dry.

Not because of climate change, but because people are just coming out of the shadow of serial arson.

Kelsey finished today's class and left the college building, hearing discussions along the way.

Last month, six cases of arson occurred one after another.

Four occurred in private homes and two occurred in theaters, all of which left a bloody handprint on the scene.

The burning of private houses has already caused panic, and because of the airtightness of the theater, a fire may cause heavy casualties, and the golden autumn and September are shrouded in an atmosphere of terror.

Opera performances plummeted, and neither the actors nor the audience wanted to be the next victim.

Even though no one died in the six fires so far, 11 people suffered moderate burns.In the years without skin graft recovery, their life in the future will be very difficult.

Fortunately, last Saturday night, when the bloody handprint tried to commit another crime, he was caught by Detective L of Scotland Yard on the spot.

The cloud of evil fire that shrouded the situation dissipated, and the major newspapers and media became excited again, and they wrote a lot about it and started various reports.

Among them, one news is eye-catching.

Detective L became famous again after capturing Jason the Ripper.Another addition to his resume, this time he took down the arsonist Gotha in time.

Kelsey also bought a lot of newspapers, all of which were exaggerated. Don't expect one copy to restore the real case.

Even so, it is possible to dig out the truth behind it through virtual reports.In an era full of lies, it is a skill to understand falsehood.For example, she saw the man behind Inspector L this time.

It was the younger brother of the one in front of him.

Indus Road, street benches.

Someone has been waiting here for a while.

When the book in hand turned to the end, the person waiting just happened to appear.

He stood up and said hello, "Good afternoon, Mr. Bennet. Didn't bother you with the sudden visit?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes."

Kelsey nodded back, "The afterglow of autumn fell on us, the leaves of the five-leaf creeper on the college wall turned red, and a wild apple tree bore fruit, so why bother?"

Seeing each other on such a beautiful autumn day, interrupting becomes nonsense.

Gentleman Mycroft smiled, set his eyes, and was a difficult character.

Before, Kelsey made a comprehensive analysis through a stack of answer sheets.

And seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, he can conclude that Egbert can't keep his mouth shut in front of this person at all, and he was caught out without knowing it.

"It's not surprising at all, you already know of my existence."

Mycroft raised his jaw slightly, "I hope you don't mind the extra written test."

"Of course I don't mind. It was Professor Egbert's test, and it was the only way for me to enter University College London. It is my honor."

Kelsey's aptitude does not say who gave the exam questions.Mycroft's ability to invite Egbert was the test she had to face.The normal state of life has never been a smooth one, but outbursts that occur from time to time.

At this time, Kelsey said in a more understanding tone, "Besides, your investigation is for the safety of your brother. Who doesn't envy having such a competent brother?"

Mycroft almost smiled stiffly. He didn't go to all lengths for Sherlock, obviously for the safety of London.

A person with a mysterious origin and too smart, when he is discovered, it is his duty to investigate a little bit, that's all.

"You misunderstood me. I was just looking for a suitable detective for my client. Like Mr. Myron and Mr. Balk, they are not interested in solving the case, so they never took any written examination."

Mycroft naturally denied that he did not thoroughly investigate Fat Boss and Dr. Balker.How could it be possible to investigate all the people who appeared around Sherlock one by one, he might as well have a few more books if he has that kind of free time.

Kelsey kept smiling, secretly thinking that you don't check them, just because the past of those two is so clear at a glance.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but it's true."

Mycroft gave the reason, "Sherlock mentioned cooperating with you when he stayed at my place for a few days. I am looking for a suitable detective, and I want to see if you are competent."

oh!Case solved!

Kelsey fully understands that the root cause lies in Sherlock.

Regardless of what he talked about with his dear brother, he managed to get an innocent passerby to be targeted.On August 29, she wrote the test paper for the whole afternoon, and her wrists were sore.

"Are you an innocent bystander?"

Mycroft didn't hide his expression when facing Kelsey, and for a moment, he was also choked.

Sherlock really didn't say much, and talked about the dismemberment case in a few words, mainly talking about the need to follow up and find out who bought the stolen corpse.

But Jerry appears three times in a paragraph, which is much more frequent than mentioning Fat Boss and Dr. Balk.

Unlike Scotland Yard, who knew little about the powerful, Mycroft was sure that the Bennet family did not exist in the West End of London today, but that did not mean that Kelsey had falsified his origins.

In continental Europe, chaotic marriages, family decline, anonymity, severance of fathers and children, etc., may cause a family to withdraw from the stage for a hundred years or more.

When the descendant reappears, judging the authenticity of his origin will become more difficult as time goes by.

If he holds the inheritance and knows the secrets of the family, and the rest of the family members are dead, how can outsiders deny the authenticity of this person?

It is impossible to judge the blood, only to judge the spiritual temperament.

The powerful cannot be achieved overnight, and the temperament is difficult to disguise.

They were born in wealth, or even if they were poor, they would not lower their status.However, what we have been exposed to since childhood has become common sense, and what we have learned since childhood has become knowledge, such as etiquette, equestrian swordsmanship, and the ability to appreciate calligraphy, painting, tea, porcelain and chess.

How can ordinary people imitate perfectly?

First, there is no money and time to learn, and second, there is no channel to learn at all, let alone proficient enough to fully integrate into the flesh and blood.

Mycroft can guarantee that Kelsey will be able to come up with the inheritance, and he can also give a family history that is convincing to everyone but has no way to verify.

It is even more impossible to question his natural temperament, knowledge, ability, and bearing, all of which prove that he has an extraordinary background, and he is likely to be a descendant of a certain dignitary.The longer he stays in London, the remaining deficiencies will be filled.

Thinking about the club's stack of answer sheets, Mycroft was sure Kelsey was hiding something.

As far as he can, now entering the university, the study of majors is secondary, the main thing is to make up for the lack of connections, and in the future he will seamlessly integrate into London.

However, Mycroft had an intuitive sense of unease, perhaps because he couldn't see what Kelsey's presence would change.

"Please also express your purpose." Kelsey broke the silence. What were the two of them doing standing on the parasol road?Not rehearsing pantomime.

"Why do you come here? Why don't you find another Mr. Holmes, who is not up to your standard?"

Mycroft held back his smile. Who said Sherlock wasn't up to par in his heart?

"I never interfere with Sherlock's preference decision. He may not be interested in the case, so why mention it to him. In comparison, you may be more suitable to take over, so I came to visit."

Mycroft took out an invitation letter and handed it to Kelsey without probing each other any further.

"Viscount Peterson is a bit troubled, and I hope someone can solve it for him. Mr. Bennet, would you like to go and have a try?"

Kelsey accepted the letter politely, but showed no desire to open it.There has never been a rule that the invitees must respond to the appointment.

"It's an honor to be considered suitable for handling the case by you, but I'm busy with my studies and may not be able to spare time."

The corners of Mycroft's eyes twitched slightly. Taking a look at his attitude, he was quite similar to Sherlock.When he encountered a case he was not interested in, he often tried to transfer it to someone else.

"Presumably you have heard of the September arson case, but you must not understand that its detection has something to do with Viscount Peterson."

Mycroft knew what had to be said:

"The Viscount hasn't been sleeping well recently. He thought that the dry weather affected his quality of sleep. So he chatted with his friends a little more, worried that everyone in London felt the same way, and he must be careful not to let the dryness cause a fire."

To translate, Peterson dreams at night and suspects that someone is going to set fire to him.Then contacted a certain officer from Scotland Yard and persuaded him to step up exclusion and pay attention to the presence of arsonists.

The workload of the detectives in Scotland Yard intensified, and no one thought that the cause was actually a nightmare of Peterson.

Absurdly increased the workload, but accidentally noticed the emergence of serial arsonists, which actually improved the efficiency of solving the case this time.

Kelsey raised her eyebrows slightly, understanding what she meant.

Although the outcome of this matter was on the positive side, it couldn't hide the fact that the subordinates were exhausted because of Viscount Peterson's groundless speculation.

Myerloft continued, "The serial arsonist Gotha has been brought to justice, but Viscount Peterson's sleep quality is still worrying, and he will chat with his friends again at some point."

As long as Viscount Peterson's nightmares don't stop, his tormenting the people below will not stop.

Mycroft didn't like such people, but there were many such dignitaries in London and even in Europe.It's his job not to let the stupidity of those people affect the lives of most people.

From this point alone, nobility should not be rooted in the blood, but should be rooted in the soul.In such a comparison, Kelsey's origin is a mystery, and it is not a problem at all.

Kelsey chuckled, "So, you want me to cure Viscount Peterson's nightmare? I'm not a witch doctor.

Well, this is really not suitable for Lingdi, he will not agree to take over such absurd commission very hard.You are very considerate, Mr. Holmes. "

Is Viscount Peterson just having nightmares?You have to check it out.

But you can know without checking that he is not a reasonable client.If you don't let him feel at ease, I'm afraid he will continue to make trouble.

Mycroft still didn't admit that he was thinking of Sherlock, and now he was throwing the difficult matter to her.

"Please allow me to think about it and reply later."

Kelsey waved the invitation letter to signal to take a step ahead, "Anyway, I'm very glad to meet you today."

"It is also an honor to meet you."

Mycroft nodded slightly.As for whether he is happy, maybe Kelsey takes over the annoying Peterson, and he will be happy for a while.

**

Into the night, 09:30.

Montague Street grew quieter.

Kelsey heard a knock on the door.She had just put down a large book and was thinking about going to the Peterson mansion.

"The two of you came to the door together at this time." Kelsey opened the door, and there were Sherlock and Lestrade outside, and Lestrade's expression was not very good.

"Didn't Inspector L catch the arsonist Gotha, isn't it worth a sigh of relief? Why don't you still want to have an evening discussion with me to ask how you can further cooperate happily."

Lestrade's face froze, it was impossible to be happy, and he no longer wanted to think about how he handled the case during this time.

A month ago, he was too naive. He never thought that the gate of the abyss would open again and release another devil into the world.

Handling a case with Sherlock, a word, a word is hard to say.

Compared with Kelsey's exaggerated praise, Sherlock will only give him serious corrections.

Who would have thought that afterwards, he would be featured in the newspaper again as Detective L.An arson case made him feel ups and downs, and he couldn't bear a bad heart.

Lestrade tried hard to clear the memory of the previous month, keeping silent was the best coping method he had learned.

Sherlock said directly, "Franklin is dead, the one who caught fire in room 201. He had nothing to do with the serial arson case, but I found that there was some inconsistency in it, and it was involved in other cases."

Immediately, Sherlock called out Kelsey's exclusive title when solving the case, "Jerry, can you walk with me?"