[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

A room in Mrs Bell's house, London.

Mrs. Bell's probate attorney, Lawrence Lawrence, is reading the will.

The general content of the will is as follows:

Presented to the second son Alexander Bell, the Wiltshire manor and 10 pounds.

Presented to the youngest daughter Anna Bell, a residence in London's Susan Street and £5 as a dowry.

Presented to his nephew Alger Carter, £2.

Presented to niece Elizabeth Carter, £1 as a dowry.

Presented to Lydia Bennet, Rose Gardens, Derbyshire.

A gift of £500 to the butler, Amos Jones.

All other assets belong to the eldest son Anthony Bell.

All beneficiaries of the will are in the room, except for Lydia who is relatively unknown to everyone, everyone else is familiar.

Overall, the will did not surprise everyone.

The atmosphere in the room was rather heavy, and the saddest one was Mrs. Bell's young daughter, Miss Bell who was engaged.

It was also she who wrote an additional letter to Lydia on the basis of the lawyer's letter.

In fact, Lydia is not familiar with this young lady, she just met a few times under the introduction of Mrs. Bell, which is considered to be an acquaintance, but this time, she took the initiative to write to Lydia, which made Lydia a little strange.

In terms of normal procedures, the next step is to handle property transfer, which will take some time.

But this part of the work is handled by the lawyers, and Mrs. Bell's family only needs to prepare for the funeral.

For beneficiaries like Lydia, all they need to do is wait to attend the funeral.

But things can't be that simple. Of course, the main theme of death is sadness, but quarrels also seem to be indispensable.

While Lydia was comforting Miss Bell, Mrs. Bell's two sons quarreled.

Mrs. Bell was very rich. The most valuable part of her assets was a large amount of land and shops in London, which were inherited by the eldest son intact.

The second son only got a manor and 10 pounds. In fact, just looking at the quantity, this harvest is huge.

But I am afraid of comparing everything. Compared with the inheritance inherited by the eldest son, this harvest is simply insignificant.

"You were born 3 years earlier than me, you can get everything, and I can only live with this little charity? Mother is too partial!"

This is the dissatisfied Alexander Bell roaring.

"You call a large estate in Wiltshire and 10 pounds alms? You don't want it if you don't want it!"

Anthony Bell, who regards all his mother's property as his own, needs to give all the gifts, and also needs to pay a lot of inheritance tax, and his anger is no weaker than that of his younger brother.

"You miser who got everything! That's what my mother gave me, and I have to get it. And my sister's share, my mother has already prepared it for her, and I will keep an eye on you."

Alexander Bell's brown hair was disheveled, like an angry lion under his gaffe.

"Don't get involved with my sister, I won't give her any less of my sister's share, don't worry about it! Do you think everyone is like you? You are greedy!"

Anthony Bell is also aggressive.

"Could you please stop arguing! Just like mother left, you are like this, how to make others think of our Bell family!"

Although Miss Bell is the youngest, she looks very responsible. She wiped away her tears and prevented the two brothers from quarreling.

Out of face, the two Mr. Bell finally stopped arguing and left the room one after another without paying attention to each other.

Mr. Butler also left after apologizing to everyone, and he still needs to take care of the Bell family's affairs.

Mr. Lawyer silently watched the farce, very experienced without saying a word, and now he finally sorted out the documents and left.

There were only three women and one man left in the room.

Alger Carter and Elizabeth Carter left after a few polite words with Miss Bell. It seemed that the cousins ​​were not close.

As for Lydia, everyone seems to think she's a wallflower, which of course Lydia would love to have.

After everyone had left, Miss Bell and Lydia had some alone time to talk.

"Miss Lydia, thank you for coming to London to send mother off for the last time."

Wiping away her tears, Miss Bell looked at Lydia with red eyes.

"How can I say thank you, Mrs. Bell has helped me a lot."

Lydia looked at Ms. Bell who had been haggard in just two days with pity, and lost her mother who loved her so much. No wonder she couldn't bear the sadness.

"Mother, she likes you very much! She once said that you are more like her than her own child. So I don't like you, even if my mother always asks me to visit you, I never agree."

Miss Bell's tears fell again.

"Miss Bell, Mrs. Bell always loves you the most, you think too much."

Of course Lydia understood the jealousy of this little girl.

"Of course I know that my mother loves me, but I haven't become a daughter that makes her proud, so I envy you that you can get your mother's appreciation. I'm not complaining about my mother, let alone blaming you. I just want to talk about my heart If so, please don’t blame me for being abrupt.”

A nostalgic smile appeared on Miss Bell's teary face, but it quickly disappeared again.

"Everything is fine, just tell me, it's fine..."

Lydia's appearance showed that she was younger than Miss Bell, but her mature temperament made such tolerant words seem normal.

"It happened the night before yesterday. My mother left suddenly. I was too flustered and didn't think much about it at the time. But when I thought about it later, I always felt that something was wrong. My mother's body has always been good. Speaking of which, she is already old. Nearly 50 years old, but because he pays great attention to nurturing, his body has always been relatively healthy. At most, if he catches a cold, he will recover soon. I really can't figure out how my mother could die of a sudden illness overnight."

Miss Bell had obviously been thinking about it for a long time, she squeezed her handkerchief and expressed her doubts.

"Talk slowly, I'm listening, and I'm willing to help. You should drink some tea first, and your body is also important, otherwise Mrs. Bell should feel distressed."

Lydia patted Miss Bell's hand and poured a cup of hot black tea for Miss Bell whose hands and feet were cold in summer.

"Thank you, thank you."

Miss Bell took the teacup, held the teacup, drank the whole cup of tea slowly, then put it down, and continued her narration.

"I asked the family doctor, but he was unwilling to give me a positive answer. He only said that he did not sign the death certificate. I understood what he meant. Doctors are cautious characters, and he is not willing to take risks. I asked Brothers, they actually changed a doctor and asked a strange doctor to issue a death certificate. Miss Lydia, I am very scared. My mother usually controls us very strictly. Although the family is rich, she will not give us a lot of pocket money money. My two elder brothers, although they are not young, still have no income of their own.”

Miss Bell has almost made it clear that she suspects her brother of murdering her mother.

"So what are your plans?"

Lydia will not draw conclusions based on Miss Bell's one-sided words. She needs to know more information and this lady's original plan first.

"I don't know, I can't call the police, otherwise no matter what the final result is, the reputation of my two brothers will be ruined. But I... If I do nothing, I can't face my mother."

Miss Bell had a painful look on her face. She had no one to turn to, not even her fiancé, so she could only tell Lydia about these things, even if they were not familiar with them.

"Have you ever told this to anyone but me?"

Lydia thought about it, and she already had a plan in her mind.

"No! I haven't told anyone. Who can I tell?"

Perhaps the two blows of her mother's death and her suspicion of her brother were the reasons why Miss Bell was so haggard.

"Okay, that's good. If there is a murderer, you can't let him notice your suspicion, or you will be the next person in danger."

Lydia's complexion also became uneasy.

"So Miss Lydia, you trust me, you trust me right? Will you help me, help me find out together?"

Miss Bell grabbed Lydia's hand and looked at her eagerly, hoping for an affirmative answer from her.

"I think your suspicion is justified. As for finding out the truth, I don't approve of Miss Bell doing it yourself. It's too dangerous!"

Lydia is indeed inclined to believe Miss Bell's statement, and what she believes is the part of Mrs. Bell's abnormal death.

When Lydia saw Mrs. Bell a few months ago, she was in very good health and absolutely not sick.

And on the part of the doctor, Miss Bell will not lie, and there is no need to tell such a lie that can be easily exposed.

"Then what should I do? It's impossible for me to call the police directly. That would be like trampling on the Bell family's reputation."

Miss Bell frowned, her face was ashen, and despair crept up her brows again.

She couldn't help thinking, yes, what can Miss Lydia do, she is younger than me, only 15 years old, and I was in a hurry to go to the doctor.

"Of course you can't call the police directly. My suggestion is to find a detective and find out the truth first without alarming the authorities. Then it's up to you, Ms. Bell, to decide."

In fact, Lydia had long thought of Sherlock Holmes as a detective, and Lydia knew a little about his abilities, so she planned to recommend it to Miss Bell.

"Yes! Yes! I can call the detectives, and I'll ask them to help me find out."

Miss Nell seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw, and the previous despair and doubts were all gone. She looked at Lydia eagerly.

"Then, does Miss Lydia have any recommendations, and do you know any good detectives?"

"Perhaps you can visit Detective Sherlock Holmes at 221b Baker Street."

After finishing her recommendation, Lydia picked up her cup of black tea and did not comment on Holmes' ability.

The final decision still needs to be made by Miss Bell herself.