[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

"Sherlock, what do you think of Miss Bell's commission?"

The hot black tea has already reached everyone's hands, and Mrs. Smith has added sugar and milk to Lydia's share.

"Looks like Lydia's curiosity is really strong!"

Mr. Holmes calmly drank black tea with sugar and no milk, but he didn't answer Lydia's question.

"That's right, how can I not be curious, I've never seen a detective handle a case. The last time I was afraid of being involved, so it was hard to inquire about it."

Lydia didn't care about the detective who put on airs, and made no secret of her enthusiastic curiosity.

"Miss Lydia is very interesting."

Watson couldn't help sighing, because Lydia's informal and generous curiosity made people feel very cute.

"Does Dr. Watson know much about Sherlock's case? That's great!"

We had already introduced each other before, and Lydia saw that Holmes refused to talk, so she simply asked Watson.

"I've heard some, Sherlock is often reluctant to say more. But Miss Lydia, your name was Sherlock just now, Sherlock?"

Finally realizing that Lydia and Sherlock called each other by their Christian names, Watson said he couldn't understand.

And Mrs. Smith, drinking black tea quietly, did not respond.

"That's right! Then Dr. Watson tell me about it, or you heard Miss Bell's commission just now, maybe you can analyze it for me too?"

Lydia looked at Watson with burning eyes, as if she wanted him to share her thoughts.

"Actually, I don't know anything about deduction, which is what Sherlock is best at. It's a pity that he almost never reveals anything before the case is solved."

Watson shook his head regretfully, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

"Well, let me take a guess. I think if Mrs. Bell was murdered, it must have been poisoned. Given that the person who poisoned must be close and benefit from Mrs. Bell's death. Then the suspect It's obvious, it's in her testamentary beneficiaries."

Seeing that Sherlock refused to speak, and Watson could not speak, Lydia simply came by herself.

While speaking, he also looked at Sherlock's reaction.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't refute and was just drinking black tea leisurely, Lydia had no choice but to continue analyzing.

"Among the beneficiaries of the will, I didn't know in advance that I was in the will, and I was not in London when the incident happened, so it wasn't me. Miss Bell advocated finding out the cause of death, so she also ruled it out. Then the rest is, Mrs. Bell's two son, nephew, niece and housekeeper."

Seeing Lydia looking at him all the time, Sherlock finally spoke mercifully.

"As long as your whereabouts are confirmed, then your suspicion can be ruled out. But Miss Bell's..."

"How? Ms. Bell is also suspected?"

Lydia took up Sherlock's words in disbelief, expressing her incomprehension.

Also incomprehensible were Dr. Watson and Mrs. Smith, although neither of them made a sound.

"I'm just saying that the suspicion cannot be completely ruled out. From the inheritance of Mrs. Bell's three children, Ms. Bell has gained the least. If she can murder her mother and frame her brother, her brother's inheritance will be redistributed. And she has a share. Of course, this possibility is not high."

Sherlock's statement made Lydia nod after thinking about the possibility.

"Then there are still many suspects. I thought Sherlock would have a prime suspect in mind after hearing the situation."

Lydia deliberately expressed her disappointment, saying that the detective seemed to be like this.

"Sherlock is certainly not without ideas, is he, Sherlock."

Watson didn't know whether he was speaking for Sherlock or making a fuss for Lydia.

"I know that you guys are deliberately provoking me, but I'm still willing to share my thoughts with you."

While Sherlock said that I have seen through you, he still started his own analysis.

"I received a visit request from Ms. Bell yesterday. I have already learned a little about the affairs of Mrs. Bell's house, and I have also gone to see the condition of the corpse. It is indeed poisonous killing. And poisonous killing is mostly used by women, so I Just be suspicious of the women involved."

"Are all the poisoners female?"

Lydia asked Dr. Watson this time.

"It's true, there's a higher proportion of women."

Dr. Watson gave an affirmative answer.

Mrs. Smith also nodded inwardly.

"Lydia, how can you ask Watson, he mainly heals the living."

Sherlock's intentional pause in front of him was broken by Lydia's shameless questioning, so he had no choice but to continue his own analysis.

"Actually, what you said is correct, so the most suspected beneficiary of the will is Mrs. Bell's niece."

"The analysis jumped quickly, but I still understood that the suspect is Elizabeth Carter."

Lydia said that she understood, and signaled Sherlock, who had stopped again, to continue.

"The next step is to find evidence to prove whether she is or not. If she is, we will catch her. If not, just continue to find evidence."

Sherlock spread his hands, indicating that he was done.

After confirming that Sherlock had finished speaking, Lydia stood up and applauded.

"That's amazing! Remember to tell me when you find out! I won't bother you today, goodbye Sherlock."

Caught off guard, Sherlock, who was thrown aside after being used, was momentarily confused, and then stood up in a blink of an eye, wanting to reason with Lydia.

But Lydia had bowed her head and bowed her knees.

"See you next time, gentlemen."

Before the two gentlemen who hadn't recovered from their senses returned their salutes, Lydia left with Mrs. Smith who cooperated tacitly.

The two gentlemen who stood there could only hear Lydia's laughter and the sound of the door closing.

"Miss Lydia is really funny, and you, Sherlock, you made an exception for her and called her by her first name. It's the sun in the west."

Watson saw that Sherlock had sat back on the sofa and continued to drink tea, so he also sat down with emotion.

"really."

Sherlock put down his teacup, arranged his clothes and was ready to go out.

"Sherlock, are you going out? Now?"

Watson ate the cookie and looked at Sherlock suspiciously.

"Of course the case calls me, doesn't it?"

Sherlock returned to his usual appearance and went out.

..............................

Three days later, at Mrs. Bell's funeral, Elizabeth Carter was taken away by Police Officer Lestrade for murdering Mrs. Bell.

So far, both the detective skills of Sherlock Holmes and Miss Bell's decision have been revealed.

"Lydia, thank you so much, you accompanied me through my most painful time!"

Seeing the dust settle, Miss Bell gave Lydia a hug as tears rolled down her cheeks, only this time the tears were pure sadness.

"Anna, you did a great job. Mrs. Bell will be proud of you. You found the real culprit for her."

Lydia, who had become friends with Miss Bell, looked at Anna Bell's bright eyes after washing with tears, and felt relieved for her and for Mrs. Bell.

"Thank you, thank you, Lydia!"

With Anna Bell's thanks, Mrs. Bell's funeral was over, and Lydia felt a sense of loss, as if she finally realized that an elder had really left.

The funeral was also a social occasion, and Lydia ran into a few familiar faces.

Mrs. Jones, who was familiar with Lydia and Mrs. Bell, came to comfort Miss Bell.

Lydia also met Miss Bell's fiancé and family.

..............................

After the funeral, everyone left, and Lydia and Mr. Holmes, who also came to the funeral, went to their respective carriages together.

"So there is still no evidence against Elizabeth Carter's fiancé?"

Lydia has accompanied Anna Bell to know the truth, but the crime of the mastermind Elizabeth Carter's fiancé has always lacked evidence.

"Yes, the person who did it directly was Elizabeth Carter. She insisted that she cheated her fiancé into arsenic. Then she poisoned her aunt who didn't like her fiancé so that the £[-] dowry would not be revoked. Always insisting that her fiancé is ignorant."

Holmes and Lydia walked side by side, and obviously attended the funeral as well, but he was miraculously aware of the interrogation process.

"But we know that's not the case. Elizabeth Carter is just a cowardly little girl. She is only 16 years old. How could she come up with such a vicious idea!"

Lydia stopped and told her that the mastermind must be the older fiancé of the pharmacist.

"If Elizabeth Carter insists on this statement, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make other progress."

Holmes was still very calm, he stopped in cooperation, but he didn't show any resentment towards those who escaped punishment.

"Yeah, I can't recognize people's hearts clearly, but at this point, Elizabeth Carter still wants to protect her fiancé. And she herself has no chance to regret it in the future."

Lydia was angry because Elizabeth Carter blindly defended her vicious fiancé. She hadn't grown up to be really sensible, she was just confused, but this time the mistake made her no chance to see the future.

Not knowing what she was thinking, Lydia continued to walk forward in frustration.

"Age is never an excuse to make mistakes. Everyone has to bear the consequences for what they do."

Holmes still followed Lydia's footsteps, but his answer was a very objective evaluation.

"Mr. Holmes, you made me unhappy. I am only 16 years old, so of course I sympathize with Elizabeth Carter, who is also only 16 years old. And you broke my sympathy, so that I have no way to find an excuse!"

In fact, Lydia thought of herself, when she was 16 years old in her previous life, one mistake was a lifetime punishment.

Lydia inevitably brought herself into Elizabeth Carter's body, so she was a little excited, and she didn't hide her excitement.

At this time, Lydia's carriage was already in front of her eyes.

Lydia said goodbye to the big detective with a straight face, and then quickly climbed into the carriage by herself.

Mr. Holmes and Mrs. Smith, who did not have time to reach out to help Lydia, looked at each other, and then Mrs. Smith also got into the carriage.

Lydia sat in the carriage with her eyes closed, planning to leave London for Longbourn tomorrow.

..............................

The next day Lydia's farewell note appeared on Miss Bell's breakfast table with other acquaintances.

What Mr. Holmes received was a familiar big box.

Under Watson's sly eyes, Mr. Detective opened the box.

Still the familiar cards and familiar swashbuckling characters:

Dear Sherlock:

I apologize for my rudeness yesterday.

But this is not an apology gift, you said my gratitude gift was not enough.

Handsome detective, today I leave London, goodbye!

Still no signature.

Sherlock Holmes smiled at the card, put the card aside, and opened the backing paper.

Inside the box was a men's summer suit, and Sherlock picked up a shirt that was his size, top quality in material and cut.

..............................

Going out early, Lydia was also thinking about Sherlock in the carriage home.

Lydia regretted it when she got into the carriage yesterday. She was too rude, because she was familiar with Sherlock and he was very tolerant of her, so her nature showed a little bit.

But thinking that Sherlock should also receive her gift, I don't know if he will put it on the shelf again.