[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

By the time Lydia fully recovered from her illness, seven or eight days had passed, and the case was not over yet.

At this time, she was sitting on the swing of the big tree in front of her house, basking in the sun.

Elizabeth, who was walking by with a book, stopped and looked at Lydia who was quietly basking in the sun with her eyes closed.

The leaves on the trees are already sparse, and the wind carries the coolness of autumn.

Elizabeth took off the shawl she was wearing, and put it on Lydia with her eyes closed.

Lydia, who felt the movement, opened her eyes suddenly, and found that it was her second sister, so she relaxed her momentary tense nerves.

And Elizabeth, who was frightened by Lydia's eyes, looked at Lydia with brand new eyes.

"You're different, aren't you, Lydia?"

"Everyone will change, I will, and you will too. Thanks for the shawl, Liz."

Lydia felt the warmth of her sister on the shawl, and tightened the shawl a little greedily.

"Your body is just right, you shouldn't be blowing. No matter how good the sun is in this season, the wind will always be cool."

Elizabeth watched Lydia's movements and thought she was cold.

"Thank you, Liz. Also, I want to apologize to you for my outrageous remarks that day."

Lydia looked at the beautiful Elizabeth in the sunshine. She thought she was jealous of this sister. She was beautiful, confident, loved by her father, and luckily met Mr. Darcy.

As for her, although she was doted on by her mother at home, after marrying Wickham at the age of 16, she was left suffering from the frustrations of life.

"I should also apologize, Lydia, I really don't trust you too much, you have grown up, have responsibility and wisdom."

Elizabeth smiled and apologized to Lydia, she was very beautiful.

"Liz, you are so kind!"

Lydia couldn't help sighing, such a beautiful person can reap happiness...

So what about her...

And what about herself...

It's really hard to be happy...

In the autumn wind, Lydia tightened her shawl again, feeling that winter is indeed coming.

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

Three days later, Detective Holmes and Dr. Watson came to visit.

"Has Mr. Taylor been identified as a suspect?"

After serving tea to the two gentlemen, Lydia took the initiative to ask about the case. The last time I heard about the progress of the investigation was that Dr. Watson mentioned that Charlotte had an admirer—Mr. Taylor when he examined her. Sherlock is investigating.

"He was ruled out as he was shopping in the store at the time."

Dr. Watson, who was about to answer, was preempted by the detective, and therefore received a sympathetic look from Mary.

Speaking of which, everyone in the Bennet family was present this time, including Mr. Bennet who had been neglected by his family for a long time.

"Then the suspect is Dr. Brown?"

Lydia didn't want the doctor to be the murderer when she thought of the medicine she almost swallowed. That made people feel insecure.

"Yes, the heir to Mr. Bennet's new estate has just learned of the news."

Detectives have ruled out other possibilities.

"Then you have time to visit now because the evidence has been found, and Dr. Brown can be arrested?"

Lydia hadn't heard of Dr. Brown's arrest. Looking at her family, no one had heard of it.

"Actually, it's no longer needed. After Dr. Brown poisoned his wife last night, he committed suicide himself. The police have just received the news, and it hasn't spread yet."

That's why the detective is here, to tell the case is over.

"Can Mr. Holmes tell us in detail what's going on? Although it has been resolved now, we still have many doubts."

As for the dialogue between Lydia and Detective Holmes, only a few present could understand it, so Mr. Bennet spoke, hoping to listen to it from the beginning instead of jumping around to test everyone's thinking.

"Dr. Brown is the only doctor in Longbourne. Everyone knows that he is good at medicine, but Mrs. Brown has always been in poor health. No one has thought about why Mrs. Brown is in poor health."

Detective Sherlock Holmes begins his post-case truth time.

"Why? Isn't Mrs. Brown weak?"

Mrs. Bennet, who joined in the show, had a curious look on her face, and she looked somewhat similar to her daughter Lydia.

"Dr. Brown has been drugging Mrs. Brown. He has always suspected that Mrs. Brown is unfaithful to him, and thinks that Mrs. Brown will leave him, so he has been drugging his wife to make his wife weak and unable to leave him."

Mr. Holmes was encouraged to start explaining from the beginning.

"The precarious balance between husband and wife was maintained until Dr. Brown accidentally saw his wife's handkerchief with Mr. Collins. This balance was disturbed. Dr. Brown felt that he had finally found the proof of his suspicions, and was carried away by anger. Dr. Brown followed Mr. Collins and stoned him to death while he was not ready. Then he came to his senses, threw the stone and ran away. At that time, Mr. Collins resisted, so Dr. Brown was injured, and the footprints left at that time can also be Check out Dr. Brown's."

"If that's the case, why can't the police find out?"

Listening to what Detective Holmes said now, I think it's easy to understand.

"Because there are many interfering factors. As mentioned earlier, Mr. Taylor, the admirer of the owner of the other handkerchief, is also suspected. What's more, the police officer didn't pay attention to the handkerchief at first."

At last Holmes didn't say that these police officers were ignorant and planned to use homeless assault to close the case.

"Okay, very good, I really thank Detective Holmes. Thanks to you."

Mr. Bennet is sincerely grateful to the detective, and Mr. Collins is also his distant nephew.

……

"The child of the Brown family is only 10 years old, and now his parents are dead, so I don't know what will happen to him..."

Mrs. Bennet felt sorry for the young child.

"I think his relatives will take care of him, and the Brown family also has a small property, so they can always let him grow up safely."

Mr. Bennet also expressed emotion.

……

After all, sympathy is just sympathy, and after feeling overwhelmed, the case is considered over.

"Mr. Bingley's ball will be arranged for tomorrow. It's a good time to choose. It's just over."

Soon, Mrs. Bennet was happy again. Mr. Bingley was still her best son-in-law candidate now, and Mrs. Bennet would be happy just by mentioning him.

Sure enough, Jane also looked happy. Tomorrow is the dance party at Mr. Bingley's house, and her family's troubles have been completely resolved.

And Elizabeth was happy for Jane.

Katie was happy purely for the prom.

"Yeah, what a coincidence. I wonder if Sherlock and John have received the invitation?"

Lydia didn't have a happy expression, she wasn't interested in the dance now, she just found that kind of occasion tiring, even if she avoided dancing.

"Got it, we'll go, won't we, Sherlock."

Dr. Watson answered happily, and he glanced at Mary happily.

And this glance caught Lydia. She looked at Watson and then at Mary, feeling as if she understood something.

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

Due to the warm invitation of Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, Sherlock and John had lunch and dinner that day.

In the afternoon, Mr. Bennet called Lydia into the study.

"Lydia, do you know why I called you here?"

Mr. Bennet had a troubled expression on his face.

"Father, if you have any troubles, you can talk to me directly."

Lydia had some guesses about her father's troubles, but she still waited for her father's words.

"As for Mr. Holmes' remuneration, I have no idea at all. Since Lydia, you know the detective, do you know the cost of commissioning him to investigate the case?"

Mr. Bennet has been worrying about this all the time. Of course it is good that a detective can solve the problem, but the more capable he is, the more money he needs.

"Last time in London, he solved a relatively simple case in three days and received a check for £500. This time, it took him longer and the case was more complicated. He also came to Longbourne from London. ..."

Lydia reported the reward given by Miss Bell last time.

Mr. Bennet took a deep breath and asked Lydia not confident enough.

"How much does Lydia think is appropriate?"

Lydia saw that although she felt sorry for the money, she didn't blame her own father who went to hire someone.

"Father, since I decided to hire Sherlock, I will bear the cost, so don't worry, father."

"Lydia, I didn't call you here to ask you to pay the money. And child, after you talked to me last time, I'm very sorry that you said that you would give dowry to my sisters. After all, you are the youngest My child, it always feels unfair to put the burden of the family on your shoulders."

Mr. Bennet sighed. He had heard from his wife about Lydia's physical condition, which made him feel very sad as a father.

"Father, you, mother and sisters are all very good. Everything I do is not because of you, but because of my own dissatisfaction. It is your greatest tolerance that you never reprimanded me for secretly going into business. Father, I am Thank you for your…”

Lydia once hated her father and her sisters who lived better than herself, but in the past three years, she saw the past that she had neglected before and never faced squarely.

She has no reason to resent them at all, who has no problems.

"But Lydia, what exactly do you want?"

Mr. Bennet looked at his little daughter who had grown so much in the blink of an eye, and wondered what the child wanted.

"Father, I want to fight for a knighthood for myself. Except for the queen, women cannot be knighted, but they can be canonized by the royal family. And I want to get such an honor."

Lydia did not lie to Mr. Bennet perfunctorily, but stated her real goal, the whimsical goal.

"I thought your target would be a lady with a titled gentleman. After all, the two would have the same power. But Lydia, you still exceeded my expectations. Then you need to earn a lot of money..."

Mr. Bennet's strong heart directly accepts Lydia's goal, and jokes that Lydia needs to exchange a lot of pounds for honor.

"Father, this was my strategy. Thank you again, Father."

Lydia looked at Mr. Bennet as if she knew her father again. In fact, the father and daughter had never known each other before.