Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

The fat boss wags his finger affirmatively.According to the custom, jokes on April Fool's Day can only be played until twelve o'clock noon, if you play tricks on others after that time, you will become the biggest fool.

"Cambridge abides by the customs. No one likes to be a fool, but there are some small conditions for participating."

To participate in the wine competition, you can choose to pay the entry fee of three pounds, or get some interesting tickets as tickets.

For example, the row of boat-shaped candles on the bar counter was specially made by someone, which fits the atmosphere of Bar A and was allowed to participate.

After all, tickets are needed to win the £100 prize, and no shop is losing money.

The regular customers of Bar A are Cambridge teachers and students, and businessmen who have business dealings with the university.They like to come here for business opportunities, such as turning certain inventions into new products.Neither cared about the entry fee of a few pounds.

Tonight's April Fool's Pie, though, is simply a chill-out party.

Alcohol competition is not to see who can drink more, but to see who can drink wine interestingly, such as telling a drinking story that makes everyone laugh.

Kelsey clarified the specific situation and became more determined to compete.Although she only had 5 shillings left in her pocket, she was still 3 shillings short of the entry fee of 55 pounds, but she won 100 pounds in her account.

At the moment, Kelsey never thought about asking Lestrade to borrow money, but smiled at the fat boss and gestured to the A2 size, "Can you give me a pencil and a piece of paper this size?"

"Wow, are you going to draw?"

The fat boss thought that Kelsey would choose to pay in pounds, but he quickly brought a pen and paper, and vacated an empty table more intimately. "Believe me, sometimes I like your art better than sterling. Beautiful ideas and original thinking are priceless."

"Thank you for the compliment." Kelsey was painting very fast, as if she had already made up her mind when she stepped into the bar.

In the painting, the fat boss held his head upright and held a binoculars, standing on the deck of the big ship and riding the wind and waves, and the big ship was sailing to Bar A at the Jianhe Wharf.

In less than an hour, the simple sketch combined with virtual and real was vividly written on the paper.

'Clap clap--'

Applause and cheers sounded one after another, and before he knew it, a circle of people surrounded the table.

The party is about to start, and the guests have arrived one after another. Those who came early were attracted by the painting on the spot.Although a stick figure was not as good as a brightly colored oil painting, they all agreed that this one was different.

The fat boss stood in the front row with his body advantage, and he stretched out his hands to hold the painting first. "My God, I always felt that sketches were too sketchy, and those masterpieces were far away from me, until I saw it!

Gentlemen, you say it's different.Yes, I see, its unique.There is my free and stable soul in the painting. Even though my face is simple, it is hard to hide my profound thoughts. "

The fat boss is not reserved at all.At the same time, everyone in Bar A dropped their usual indifference and politeness, entered into a relaxed state, and praised without hesitation.

Not so exaggerated?Or did you get drunk without drinking?

Kelsey did her best to keep smiling.Although many people used to praise her for being able to draw souls and find targets in the crowd as shown in the pictures, she basically draws wanted portraits of serial killers or suspects in vicious cases.

Today, she just slightly magnified the advantages of some fat bosses, drawing it as a promotional poster, it must not be regarded as intentional flattery.

When everyone stopped to watch, Lestrade also arrived.

He was on the periphery of the crowd, stroking the brim of his hat to hide his indescribable expression, and he didn't want to know how the devil deceived the world.He was obviously here to get the autopsy report, so how did it develop into a strange show.

Obviously, no one in Bar A agreed with Lestrade's slander, people took off their hats and coats, and the party started lively with discussions on the soul of sketches.

The waiters walked among the small tables, serving trays of staple food.Compared with stargazing and fish and chips, the dishes tonight are much richer.

Steak, marinated oysters, shrimp, custard eggs, golden blue salmon, Bayonne ham, Russian caviar, roast lamb kidney, chicken pie, mayonnaise turbot, pigeon pie, lamb, grilled mackerel film and so on.

Each person chooses a few favorites, and then a soup.

Such a free staple food was too rich, which made Lestrade secretly surprised at the generosity of the owner of Bar A, but seeing the people who came to the party, they were used to it.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the Cambridge University area with a tuition fee of [-] pounds a year, which clearly shows that people have different concepts of money.

On the other side, Kelsey was drawn to the same table for dinner by the fat boss because of a portrait that hit the soul directly.

"Tomorrow, I will immediately ask the best framer to frame the painting and hang it on the central wall of Bar A."

The fat boss was in a happy mood, and he ate more, and he gave Kelsey the exclusive honor of Bar A without hesitation.

"Bennet, my friend, from now on you have an exclusive nickname in Bar A, SoulPainter, please allow me to call you SP first. You must know that everyone who gets an exclusive nickname here has their own merits, and in the future they must Cambridge will be famous."

Kelsey wanted to refuse very much. She never thought that someone would praise her one day—"You, that's you. Congratulations on your title of Soul Painter." "Maybe it can be called another name. I have never reached the point where I can draw a soul at a glance."

"Hey! Don't be modest tonight. Montesquieu told us that 'humility is an indispensable virtue', but not too much modesty."

The fat boss raised his jaw slightly, motioning Kelsey to look around, "Look at people's expressions. This is not my judgment alone, people have eyes that find beauty."

Kelsey silently scooped a spoonful of iced caviar, biting it lightly, the cold sweetness and the smell of seawater scattered between her lips and teeth, which made people feel endless aftertaste.For food's sake, she grudgingly accepts odd nicknames.

The fat boss also showed regret, "Few people know that this club is completely built according to my design, and your painting really expresses my original intention.

With a face to face understanding of me like an old friend, before you only EE.It's a pity that you couldn't meet here tonight.He finished his study tour in Cambridge, and he doesn't know when he will see you again. "

"Parting is for a better reunion."

Kelsey brought up the subject in one sentence.Forgive her vulgarity, although I am a little curious about what is special about EE, which is known as the encyclopedia of weirdness, but currently more concerned about the upcoming wine competition.

To be precise, she cared more about bonuses. "Boss fat, can you play the game at 07:30? Can you use the wine in the top cabinet?"

The wine cabinets at the bar are full of wines. There are five floors high, arranged in seven rows, and the higher you go, the more expensive they are.

Different brands of vodka, rum, juniper berry, tequila, brandy, whiskey, etc., and the famous base wines from various countries are listed.

"Please don't use a questioning tone. It's up to me. You can use whatever you want. How can the wine in the top cabinet compare to our friendship."

The fat boss promised generously, seeming to forget that a bottle of wine on the top floor may cost thousands of pounds, and he was quite interested.

"Does SP want to mix drinks? There are not many people who can play well. The Yankees brought cocktails to London more than a decade ago. You know, although the prohibition movement has reduced the number of people who drink beer, we are old-fashioned. Wine is always reserved."

In the early days of Victoria, beer was an essential part of British life.Except for the upper classes who never lack food, beer is basically prepared on the breakfast table of other families.

The nasty potato blight spread from Ireland, causing food shortages in many parts of continental Europe.Beer, this kind of liquid bread, no matter how it tastes, a cup is very satisfying.

Beer has solved the hunger problem of many people, but it has brought new problems such as alcoholism, lost work, and high crime rates.For a variety of reasons, the temperance campaign in Britain has since been carried out, with mixed success.

Today, food production has increased, and tea, coffee, and hot cocoa have replaced beer as the number one drink.

Bars sell less beer, but a growing selection of other liquors, which are of course expensive.At this time, the mixed drinking method that emerged from the United States also took advantage of the situation and spread across the ocean to London.

Bar A is not short of money. The fat boss is at the forefront of the trend and designed the bar.

"Unfortunately, I didn't find the 'professor' who controls the soul of cocktails. I went to the West District to search for it. There are two or three trendy bars, and the bartenders are all from the United States.

Not that there's anything wrong with Across the Ocean, but they're too flashy and lack a sense of London. "

It's not hard to understand Britain's attitude to cocktails.

Although people are curious about new things, gentlemen are used to drinking alone.It seems that a single wine is ennobled by its purity, not by making Yankee new twists pop.

The fat boss shook his head slightly, and quickly became confident again, "But I know, because of you tonight, everything is very different."

Kelsey nodded with a smile, but began to suspect that the fat boss had Italian or French ancestry. "May I live up to my expectations."

Eight o'clock at night.

The wine competition had just started for half an hour, but it had already reached its climax, and there was no doubt that the winner had already been decided.

Darcy pushed open the gate of Bar A, and the oil lamps hanging on both sides of the passage swayed in the wind.

In the hall, clusters of dim candlelight are scattered, and piano music gently brushes past the ears.When he looked towards the bar, it was as if magic descended for a moment, and he was summoned to another time and space.

At the bar, wine and ice collide in the glass, making a cool ding-dong sound.

The next moment, the candle was ignited, and a blue flame passed like a parabola, falling from a high place to a low place along with the wine.

I saw Kelsey swaying lazily, swinging her arms at will, and throwing the wine bottle from behind.It was skillfully stopped in mid-air, and another drop of wine fell into the big glass.

Immediately, the blurred blue fire was extinguished, and the cocktail was poured into a transparent glass goblet, and finally fresh lemon slices were garnished on the rim of the glass.

Bowing slightly to pay tribute, Kelsey put one hand behind his back and pushed the wine glass to the waiting wine tasters with the other.

At this time, Bar A was so quiet that only the piano music remained, and everyone held their breath and looked at the tenth wine taster.

Kelsey's competition content is to prepare exclusive cocktails that vary from person to person, ten wine tasting places, and the last guest proposed to feel the sea of ​​flames.

The guest took a sip, reluctantly let the wine stay in his mouth, and then slowly flowed down his esophagus.

It seems to see the blue flames brushing across the sea, leaving a little warmth of the fire, which merges with the cold sea water.At that moment, it seemed that there was a sea breeze with two layers of ice and fire blowing towards my face.He couldn't help admiring, "It really is a veritable blue fire."

In the hall, bursts of loud cheers erupted suddenly.

The fat boss clapped his hands excitedly and stood up, about to announce that Kelsey's bartending was over.

No matter how immersed everyone is in the dream-making of cocktails, it is impossible for everyone to order a glass, and the ten places have been used up.

"Wait a minute. Fat Neil, why didn't you tell me that there will be a magic show tonight? Fortunately, we came just in time, at eight o'clock sharp, which is the appointed time."

Balck was referring to us, Darcy, who entered the bar with him.In this way, all three bar partners were present.

The fat boss knew at a glance that Balck was greedy for alcohol, but finally he thought of taking advantage of the boss's privilege and asking someone to make another glass of wine on the spot.

"Very well, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence. Everyone just got to know each other. My Professor S, these two, one is Dr. Lance Balk from the medical school I mentioned earlier, you can call him Doctor.B, you Know another meaning of B."

Kelsey nodded, knowing that there was another layer of body.

Doctor Balck, with his shoulder-length hair tied up, is half French, and he is the one she is looking for tonight.But I heard the fat boss talk about another man with a cold expression.

"This is Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley Park."

The fat boss didn't introduce a nickname, maybe at a party where everyone is relaxing, people who still maintain a touch of arrogance are not suitable for any nickname.

The fat boss said again, "B, Darcy, my friends, I was very lucky to meet Mr. Kelsey Bennet tonight. I called him SP just now, and now he is corrected as ProfessorS. He is the soul professor. From the mysterious Walking in, it opened a door to the mysterious time and space for Bar A.”

Kelsey, who was introduced, was stunned for a moment, not because of the addition of strange nicknames, but because of the phrase 'Fitzwilliam Darcy of Pemberley Park'.

In her previous life, she had been very busy.From Princeton to Cambridge, mathematics, sociology, psychology, anthropology, etc., from bachelor to doctor, from academic to application, top profilers are destined to learn endlessly.

She has no interest in fictional literature and has read very little, but at least she has heard that the hero of "Pride and Prejudice" is named "Fitzwilliam Darcy".

Is it a coincidence of the same name?

Kelsey put this behind her in a second thought, even if it wasn't a coincidence, it wouldn't matter if she came to the world of books.The road is made by oneself, and the world will be different because of her.

For her, Fitzwilliam Darcy had only one status at present, one of the bounty givers.

"Oh! praise the mystery."

Balk was not at all unfamiliar with the new acquaintance, and asked enthusiastically, "Professor S, can you give me a cup of "Mystery"?Let's meet each other respectfully.By the way, give Darcy a drink too, it's not a virtue to favor one over another. "

Darcy glanced at Balk blankly. Why did he fund the cooperation in the first place?This bar obviously doesn't suit him at all.

He shouldn't be here tonight, he seems to have strayed into a succubus world, and bartending is just a frivolous gimmick.So he said lightly to Kelsey, "A glass of 'tragic ending', thank you. "

Whose tragedy?

Judging by Darcy's expression, it's not his anyway.

The fat boss and Balk looked at each other.

look!This is same-sex repulsion.Not because of gender, but because of the similar arrogance in the same bones.

Balk coughed lightly, trying to liven up the atmosphere, "Haha, Darcy, have you watched "Hamlet" recently? I like it too, even though it has a tragic ending."

Darcy didn't answer.

Kelsey smiled slightly.

"Since I wish to meet you, there is no reason why you shouldn't."

Keirxi said while choosing the base wine to use, "Some people have analyzed that there are only two ways to end tragedy. One is Shakespeare-style. There may be some kind of justice hovering in the ending time and space, but the stage is already full of dead bodies. .[-] What I wanted to bring to Mr. Darcy was a different kind."

The fat boss asked fearlessly, "Which one?"

The author has something to say:

①Many people compare the two tragic endings, among them Shakespeare-style, 'there may be some kind of justice hovering in the ending time and space, but the stage is already full of corpses lying in disorder. '