[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

In late autumn, more than three months after leaving London, Lydia knocked on the door of 221b Baker Street again.

"It's you? Sherlock's friend, I didn't introduce myself last time. I'm Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock's landlord."

The landlady who came to open the door greeted Lydia warmly.

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson. This is Lydia Bennet, and this is Mrs. Smith. I need to find Sherlock today. Is he there?"

Lydia liked this smiling lady, so she introduced her with a smile.

"Sherlock is here, Lydia. Would you mind if I called you Lydia. Hello, Mrs. Smith."

Mrs. Hudson let Lydia and Mrs. Smith in and closed the door.

"Of course I don't mind."

Lydia smiled and watched Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Hudson greet each other. From the outside, the two wives were about the same age, but their personalities were quite different.

"Okay, Lydia, you are really at a good age, beautiful and cute! Then Lydia, go upstairs to find Sherlock, Mrs. Smith and I will pass by soon."

Mrs. Hudson, who can't make tea by herself, is indeed Dr. Watson's landlord, and they are all the same.

When Lydia went upstairs, she understood why the enthusiastic Mrs. Hudson wanted to keep Mrs. Smith. There was only the detective in the drawing room and no one else.

"Where's Dr. Watson?"

Lydia asked a little curiously.

"Dear Lydia, I thought the first thing we said when we met was to say hello, not to ask me where John is? After all, you're looking for the detective, aren't you?"

Detective Sherlock Holmes, dressed in handsome and stylish clothes, is planning a gentleman and lady greeting with Lydia, and we all know it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Detective Holmes, you are very handsome today."

Lydia bent her knees solemnly and nodded as Sherlock wished.

"Although the letter I want to visit should have arrived yesterday. So it's a great honor to be dressed in such a grand manner to welcome me."

"Beautiful Lydia, nice to meet you today!"

Mr. Detective took off his hat, a gentleman's bow.

"I think that part of your speech before the curtsy is enough to express everything, and the rest is completely superfluous."

"This sentence resonates with you, Sherlock, why are you still wearing a hat at home?"

Lydia shamelessly exposed Sherlock who had been carefully prepared.

"Please sit down, whoever says that every time I see me, I dress casually and don't care enough?"

Sherlock put his hat back, resumed his insouciance, and sat Lydia down to talk.

"It's not me, I wouldn't say something so rude. But Sherlock, you are indeed handsome today."

While denying her past complaints, Lydia coaxed Sherlock with nice words, can I ask someone for help?

"Thank you, I have never seen a more realistic girl than you."

The sharp detective directly exposed the truth about Lydia's love.

"That only shows that I don't pretend to be in front of Sherlock, so Sherlock, it's good that you are like this. The rigid gentleman just now scared me."

Lydia took out her coaxing skills and winked at Sherlock cutely.

"Okay, don't be so flattering, can I not agree to your commission?"

She scolded Lydia like this, but Sherlock's reddish ears didn't say that, it was obviously very useful.

"That's a promise. That's great. If you have any questions, please ask."

Lydia has already stated the general situation in the letter, and Sherlock has no way to find out the situation directly in London.

"Did anyone say that you can turn your face faster than you can turn a book?"

Sherlock was no longer surprised by Lydia's jumping reaction, and asked her very sincerely.

"Yes, you."

Lydia looked around indifferently, as if she felt that Sherlock agreed and the matter was over.

Then I found that Sherlock's place is still the same as usual, that is, it is messy but not dirty, and it is enough.

"But is Dr. Watson busy? That's why he went out."

"Yes, he has something to go out."

Without changing his face, he distorted the reason why Watson went out. It was obvious that Sherlock hid the coffee beans, so Watson had to go out to buy them.

"Let's talk about the case. Have you seen the condition of the corpse?"

"It's rude of you to ask a lady like that."

Lydia put on a haughty expression on purpose.

"I did see it, and watched it carefully."

"Then describe it."

Regarding Lydia's small expression, Sherlock didn't say anything, just bent the corner of his mouth.

"When I saw the corpse, it was when the corpse was being removed. I took a closer look. There was a wound on the head, blood on the face, clothes a bit messy, and some dirt. What's more special is that because the person carrying the stretcher Shaking, I saw two handkerchiefs put away by the body, lady's."

Lydia didn't know much, and Katie dragged her to watch, but she was also the one who didn't dare to watch.

"Any more?"

Sherlock looked at the expressive Lydia.

"Isn't that enough? It's good to know these things, and I want to be able to ask about these things!"

In Longbourn, Lydia is really not good at acting that does not conform to the norms of a lady.

"Whose are those two handkerchiefs?"

Sherlock looked at Lydia with eyes that I know you know, this is the only clue Lydia knows, how could a curious girl miss it.

"You can't talk nonsense... one is for an unmarried girl, and the other is for a married wife."

Lydia finally did not say their names.

"Have you checked it? I'm not afraid of danger."

Sherlock pursed his lips, somewhat dissatisfied.

"I answered it, but you are still not satisfied, so why ask?"

Lydia glared at the stern Sherlock.

"You said in your letter that this Mr. Collins is the heir to your father's property, so after his death, who is the heir to this property?"

Sherlock avoided Lydia's eyes and did not meet her eyes.

"I really don't know about this. I guess I need my father to check on my relatives."

Lydia really hadn't thought about it.

"Whether it is related to property, I will investigate. As for the two handkerchiefs, I understand, don't you go to investigate again, understand, it may be dangerous."

The big detective made it clear that he didn't want Lydia to get involved too deeply. This time it was a violent crime, and the danger was not low.

"It's raining! The weather was fine just now."

Lydia heard the sudden sound of rain outside and was immediately attracted.

"Don't you know the weather in London? John is back."

Sherlock's hearing is also very good, he also heard the knock on the door downstairs.

"Then Dr. Watson's luck is not bad. It rained when he got home, so he just avoided it."

Lydia knew that it was raining heavily from the sound of raindrops outside, so she felt lucky for Dr. Watson.

"Miss Lydia, you are lucky for me too early, just soaking in the water for a while is enough for me to be embarrassed."

Watson, who was wiping his hair, appeared at the door of the living room on the second floor and heard Lydia's words.

"Doctor Watson? Wow, it looks like the rain outside is indeed spectacular."

Lydia stood up and looked over. Watson's clothes and hair were full of water.

"It's really rude to meet like this. I'll go clean up first. See you later, Miss Lydia."

Watson reluctantly smiled at Lydia and wanted to go back to his room to change.

"Please, it's better to change clothes quickly in this weather."

Lydia also didn't keep Dr. Watson, and just told him not to worry about herself.

"John doesn't always like to carry an umbrella."

As a bad friend, Sherlock was busy complaining about Watson.

"That's right, drink the black tea first, and I'll make ginger tea for John."

Mrs. Hudson and Mrs. Smith also came up, put down the black tea and small cakes, and left again.

Only Lydia and Sherlock were left in the living room again.

"It seems that I have to be more careful when I leave later, otherwise it will be bad if I get a cold."

Lydia shivered slightly, the temperature in autumn was a bit cold.

"Please sit down and drink tea."

Sherlock poured Lydia a cup of black tea with a masterful attitude, adding sugar and milk.

"This is the first time I drink the black tea you poured from Sherlock. Wow, the black tea given by the great detective, my honor."

After sitting down, Lydia took the black tea, took a sip of the warm cup and thought it was good.

"Exaggeration, it's as if I don't treat guests much."

Sherlock also poured himself a cup, added sugar, tasted it and thought today's black tea was good.

"Sherlock isn't asking me seriously, is he? You know Anna, oh, Miss Bell, she didn't drink a sip of black tea."

Lydia often thinks that if it wasn't for Sherlock's ability, he might not be able to pay the rent.

"She came here secretly, and she's not in the mood for tea."

What Sherlock said is also true, although there is suspicion of finding a reason.

It's good that Watson has changed clothes and came out at this time.

"Doctor Watson, if a client comes, will Sherlock offer black tea?"

Lydia directly asked Watson who didn't know the current situation with bad intentions.

"No! You're talking about Sherlock, thank God he can give the client a good face."

Dr. Watson, who didn't catch Sherlock's eyes this time, sold his friend directly.

"Really? Wouldn't the client be unhappy?"

Lydia winked mischievously at Sherlock, then went on to ask Watson.

"Who told them to come to Sherlock, and generally speaking, as long as Sherlock can help them solve their troubles, they don't care about Sherlock's attitude."

Dr. Watson sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and finally noticed Sherlock staring at him, and shrugged at his roommate.

Lydia stuffed herself with a small cake to silence her laughter.

After chatting for a while, Mrs. Smith came up.

"Miss Lydia, it's raining, maybe we should go back earlier."

"Yes! Sherlock, John, Longbourne welcomes you, see you next time."

Lydia and John Watson got acquainted with each other in the chat just now, and Sherlock was mainly responsible for sitting with a dark face and being a wallflower.

"I'll take it to you."

Sherlock directly picked up the umbrella by the door, intending to send Lydia to the carriage.

"Thank you then!"

Lydia happily accepted the offer.

"Mrs. Hudson, we're leaving, thank you for the black tea and cake, both are great!"

"Good! Good! As long as you like it, she is such a sweet little girl. You can come to play with me next time if you don't come to see Sherlock!"

Mrs. Hudson also came to the door to say goodbye to Lydia and Mrs. Smith.

Sherlock opened the umbrella, asked Lydia to go under the umbrella, then led her to the carriage, and carefully helped her into the carriage.

"Thank you, Sherlock."

As for Sherlock, he just smiled, and then sent Mrs. Smith into the carriage.

Only then did he stand back at the door of 221b, watching Lydia's carriage leave.

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

Lydia stayed in London for one night that day, and returned to Longbourn the next day. As for the big detective, he said he would leave in a few days, and he didn't know what else he had to arrange.

Because of Mr. Collins' death, there were no balls at Longbourn these days, and the original arrangements had been cancelled, and by the time Lydia returned the rumors had turned a corner.

Lydia's carriage passed by on the street, and she heard three or four versions about the murderer. It seems that her suggestion was adopted and improved in the end.

After returning home, she just waited, and Lydia waited for the arrival of the big detective.