[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Originally, by introducing Detective Sherlock Holmes to Miss Bell, Lydia could retire with success.

However, Miss Bell's plea for help required avoiding her family, so visiting Lydia became her legitimate excuse to leave home.

Of course, she did come to find Lydia first. She even wanted to let Lydia stay with her at Mrs. Bell's house, but Lydia, who was afraid of danger and embarrassment, finally refused.

Now, Miss Bell came to ask Lydia to accompany her to Baker Street. Lydia, who had already rejected Miss Bell once, was not easy to refuse again. After all, this request was very reasonable, given that the detective was introduced by Lydia.

Riding in Miss Bell's carriage, which was spacious and stable, and looked luxurious, much better than Lydia's own.

Lydia made some complaints about the battle where Miss Bell went to ask for help secretly. It was agreed to be low-key, this large group of people.

Miss Bell was very nervous on the way, so she twisted her handkerchief quietly, but did not speak to Lydia.

And Lydia, amidst the regular sound of the carriage, couldn't help but start thinking about Mr. Holmes, whom she had stuffed with gifts.

As soon as Lydia returned to her residence in London, the doorman had already explained to her about Mr. Holmes returning the gift at the door, which also made Lydia feel some pleasure after the prank.

Now, Lydia is going to see Mr. Holmes, and there is a 200% chance that the detective will return the gift face to face.

In the silence of the two ladies, Baker Street arrived, and the carriage stopped steadily in front of the door of 221b.

Mrs. Smith followed in Lydia's carriage, accompanied by two of Miss Bell's maids.

They all got off the carriage quickly, and waited in front of the carriage to help their young lady.

Miss Bell came out first, and her two young and strong personal maids stepped forward and carefully helped the thin Miss Bell out of the carriage.

After that was Lydia. She didn't love dancing as much as she did in her previous life, but she was still in good health. She held Mrs. Smith's hand symbolically, and Lydia got out of the carriage neatly.

By this time Miss Bell's coachman was knocking at the door.

A kind old lady answered the door at 221b Baker Street. She looked at the battle in front of her, and after opening the door, she led the visitor upstairs to the detective's residence very naturally.

Lydia and Mrs. Smith have always consciously walked at the end of the crowd, just as companions, and of course the protagonist is in the lead.

Mr. Detective, who seemed to have been notified, was there, as was his roommate.

The relatively spacious living room seemed a bit cramped after this group of people entered.

Soon, after saying hello, perhaps out of confidentiality, there were only four people left in the living room.

Rarely, under the reception of black tea without meeting guests, Miss Bell quickly explained the purpose of her visit, and her tone was unconsciously filled with anxiety and uneasiness. Obviously, such a sneaky visit made her feel like a frightened bird, unable to settle down. .

Lydia, as a companion, just sat on one side, a wallflower like Dr. Watson.

After Miss Bell finished talking about what she had thought and what she had said to Lydia, Mr. Holmes finally spoke up.

"So, the purpose of Miss Bell's visit today is to let me find out the cause of your mother, Mrs. Bell's death."

"Yes, this is my request. In addition, I hope that Mr. Holmes can investigate as low-key as possible."

After Miss Bell finished talking about her doubts, the three people in front of her were very calm, which eased her mood a lot.

"Understood, I have accepted this commission. I wonder when Mrs. Bell's funeral is scheduled?"

Mr. Holmes did not ask Miss Bell for his own conjectures, and he seemed inclined to investigate for himself.

"My mother's funeral is scheduled for three days later. I hope Mr. Holmes can give me an answer as soon as possible, please."

Miss Bell's shoulders relaxed slightly, but her face was still miserable and haggard.

"Okay, Miss Bell, please go back, Miss Lydia, please stay for a while."

Mr. Holmes directly issued the order to evict the guest, which made Miss Bell look at him in surprise. After hearing the second part of his sentence, everyone in the living room looked at Lydia.

"Then you can leave first, Miss Bell, just wait until I leave by myself, and I hope you take care of yourself."

Lydia didn't respond, and said goodbye to Miss Bell very calmly.

As for Miss Bell, her goal had already been achieved, and she wished she could go home immediately, so she didn't care about Mr. Holmes' rude behavior of chasing people away.

Now Lydia spoke again, so she got up naturally and left with the servants she brought.

At the same time Mrs. Smith, seeing that Lydia had not left, came in.

Mr. Holmes looked from Mrs. Smith to Watson.

"Ah! I didn't even pour tea for Miss Lydia. It's really rude. I'll make a pot of tea. This..."

After receiving his roommate's gaze, Watson spoke tacitly, and looked at Mrs. Smith who came in asking.

"You can call me Mrs. Smith."

The expression on Mrs. Smith's serious face remained unchanged, and she answered in a rigid tone.

"Okay, then, Mrs. Smith, can I trouble you to come over together? I'm afraid I can't do it alone."

Dr. Watson blatantly wants to send Mrs. Smith away.

Lydia smiled and nodded to Mrs. Smith who was looking over.

Mrs. Smith had just gone to make tea with Dr. Watson.

There were only two people left in the living room. Of course, the door was not closed, which was the intention of Mrs. Smith who left.

For a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

Lydia, who was left behind in the living room, had been watching secretly, but now she became more generous and walked around inside, looking here and there.

"Miss Lydia is very curious about my place."

Mr. Holmes watched Lydia's movements with a slight frown.

Lydia just looked at it, but didn't reach out to touch anything. Hearing this, she sat back to her original place.

"It's okay. After all, it's the detective's drawing room. I haven't seen it before. Besides, Mr. Holmes stayed with me but didn't speak. I always have to find something to do for myself."

"Miss Lydia, wait a moment, I'm going to get something."

Mr. Holmes, who seemed to have nothing to say, changed the subject and wanted to send Lydia away quickly.

"That's not good, leave the guest alone in the living room."

Lydia refuted Holmes' proposal unreasonably, and she could guess that this person was going to get the two gift boxes.

"Miss Lydia, I just want to return the gift you gave you. It's too expensive, and you won't get rewarded for nothing. I can't accept it."

Mr. Holmes simply sat opposite Lydia and explained his attitude seriously.

"I don't think it's expensive. It's just two sets of clothes. I don't think these are enough to repay Mr. Holmes."

Seeing Mr. Holmes' serious statement, Lydia finally became serious.

"But I just returned Miss Lydia's bead chain to you, and its value is completely incomparable to the gift you gave me."

Holmes looked at the young lady in front of him with some headaches. He always thought that young ladies of this age were the most capricious and unable to communicate, so the current communication made him very uncomfortable.

"Let's not talk about how Mr. Holmes helped me conceal the existence of the bead chain without hindering the investigation, which is a great help to my reputation. Let's talk about the trouble I saved, I think it is It's worth more than these two sets of clothes."

The gentleman in front of her talked about the value with her, and Lydia talked about the value with him.

"That's just a little effort, and that case has nothing to do with you..."

Mr. Holmes remained unmoved.

"Actually, I haven't finished. You helped me more than that. You also gave me a dinner. A dinner that should have been eaten by yourself. I think you should be hungry that night."

Lydia interrupted Mr. Holmes' refusal with a chuckle.

"What dinner?"

The gears of Mr. Holmes' fine mind froze for a moment, and he couldn't understand the words of the woman in front of him.

"The Viscount's ball a few months ago was not the first time we met. I met you that winter more than two years ago, and you gave me a hot sandwich."

Lydia helps Mr. Holmes recover his memory.

"More than two years ago? Are you sure? You didn't recognize the wrong person"

After searching his memory, Mr. Holmes, who had a good memory, could not match the expensively dressed lady in front of him with anyone he had ever seen.

"Hehe... Well, that's not the image of me at the gate of the stock exchange at that time, but it also shows that Mr. Holmes has helped a lot of people."

The seriousness in front of Lydia disappeared again, and she made a joke about Holmes.

"I clearly remember that it was a little boy with dark skin!"

Mr. Holmes finally dug up the memory, indeed, of giving his dinner to a little boy who seemed homeless.

"Mr. Holmes, you have to allow a little girl to protect herself. In terms of the value of people's hearts, my return is really not worth mentioning, is it?"

Lydia looked at Mr. Holmes with a smile on her face.

But Mr. Holmes just looked at her, and then only remembered that two years ago, on that cold winter night, the shining eyes of that "little boy" were exactly the same as Miss Lydia in front of him.

"you're right."

Mr. Holmes, who also answered irrationally, actually admitted Lydia's statement.

"You can call me Sherlock."

"Then Sherlock, you can call me Lydia."

Lydia graciously accepted Holmes' proposal.

"And, Sherlock, maybe you should really wear my presents, they're your size, and they're really poised and stylish."

"Lydia, can you really not let go of my clothes?"

Holmes laughed because Lydia made more jokes.

"Of course not!"

Lydia also shook her head with a smile, expressing that she would never let it go.

When Dr. Watson and Mrs. Smith finally brought out the black tea and cookies, they saw two men and women smiling happily, causing them to look at each other in surprise.

Someone actually made Sherlock smile so happily?

How could someone make Lydia smile so happily?

How rare!