[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

At breakfast time the next morning, Mary was bored eating breakfast, and Lydia was reading the newspaper, so she didn't want to disturb her.

"Isn't it strange not to have Mom and Katie's voices?"

Seeing in the newspaper that both private and official investigative detectives were at work, Lydia felt that she could ask Watson about the specific situation today, so she put down the newspaper and chatted with Mary.

"Yeah, even the scrambled eggs don't have the original taste."

Mary simply put down the tableware and began to drink milk.

"Really? I thought you lost your appetite thinking about the afternoon tea this afternoon."

Lydia has been making fun of Mary the most lately.

"Lydia, you can't always hold on to this, you have to know that you will have this kind of time in the future."

Mary moved to persuade Lydia with emotion and reason.

"It makes sense, but... who knows when that will be, I'd better seize the opportunity."

Lydia was unmoved, the opportunity to tease Mary is rare, and it is likely to be effective for a short time, because Lydia thinks that Mary will be the first daughter of the Bennet family to marry if there is no accident.

Who let Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy have a hard time.

"Are you sure it will be a long time later? I think Detective Sherlock Holmes may be the man."

Mary seemed to be joking, but looked at Lydia seriously, waiting for her reaction.

It's a pity that at this time, Lydia's attention had already shifted to the letters and invitations brought by Mrs. Smith, and she didn't hear Mary's temptation clearly.

It was Mrs. Smith, who gave Mary a meaningful look.

"Mr. Hurt wants to visit? I don't have much friendship with him, do I?"

Lydia flipped through the letter and muttered something before she reacted and raised her head.

"Mary, what are you telling me?"

"Hey...it's okay, you can be busy, I'm done eating, let's go for a walk first."

Mary smiled and shook her head, she didn't continue her guessing, and felt that she was thinking too much, and Lydia was too young to understand.

"Then don't blow the wind for too long, just walk around the house, I always feel that it will snow today, maybe it will be a white Christmas."

With one last word of advice, Lydia got stuck in a pile of letter invitations.

Mary received the concern, smiled and walked away.

While flipping through the pages, Lydia discussed with Mrs. Smith about the next partner.

"Mr. Hurt is also interested in this benefit, right? Even the earl can't hold back, his appetite is really not small."

"Although Mr. Hurt's status is not as high as the earl's, his skills are much stronger. The earl doesn't pay much attention to it. He only wants benefits and doesn't want to spend his energy. It doesn't mean he really can't hold back."

Mrs. Smith explained it to the Earl and Mr. Hurt in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Wait a little longer, I always feel that Mr. Hurt is too handsome, and working with him is more troublesome than working with the earl."

Lydia put the letter paper aside, planning to speak later.

"He's not the only option, is he?"

Mrs. Smith always approves of Lydia. Mr. Hurt is indeed very handsome. In London, he is the most popular gentleman this year. In addition, he is good at dancing, and he always has a bit of a dandy.

"Yes, there are so many letters and invitations, not for profit, who invites a little girl like me."

Lydia knew her identity very well, so she continued to read without paying attention, and threw some unimportant ones into a pile that needed a polite reply. Mr. Hurt was still the only one to be selected.

Mrs. Smith smiled, at Lydia's indignant tone.

"Huh? Mycroft Holmes, I don't know if he and Sherlock are related, but he even asked me to have a chat."

Lydia stopped and kept opening the letter, reading it, throwing it aside, and read the text message in her hand twice, especially the signature.

"Holmes is not such a common surname."

Mrs. Smith secretly guessed the purpose of this Mr. Holmes.

"Then it's likely to be Sherlock's elder brother. Take it easy and ask Sherlock first."

Putting the letter on Mr. Hurt's side, Lydia continued with her actions.

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"Finally finished watching, I don't want to go to the dance, there is nothing special, right?"

After reading the letter, Lydia didn't want to go through the prom invitation.

"Nothing else, except Earl Maclean's invitation to the ball."

Mrs. Smith picked one out and handed it to Lydia.

"He takes money and doesn't do anything. I don't want to see him. So many demands have blinded the handsome Mr. Martin."

Lydia looked at it, the time was after Christmas, and she was reluctant to attend.

"Who is Mr. Martin? Oh, the Mr. Martin who met you instead of the Earl?"

Mrs. Smith didn't understand Lydia's complaint for a while.

"It's him. Go ahead, the dance is after Christmas anyway."

Lydia finally compromised, the situation is stronger than others, so what can I do if I don't go.

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

Not long after lunch, Mary couldn't sit still, and Lydia noticed her fidgeting.

"It's not raining or snowing yet, let's go out."

Lydia was rarely joking, and found an excuse for Mary to go out early.

"Okay."

Mary naturally agreed, she was wearing a pink dress today, she was delicate and beautiful, and she rarely put her heart into dressing herself up.

So Lydia and Mary set off in a carriage, heading for Baker Street.

The journey went smoothly. Seeing that the weather was gloomy but there were no raindrops or snow particles in the wind, Baker Street was just around the corner.

These are the two sisters who were looking out of the window and happened to witness a tragedy happen.

By the time they reacted, the bloody scene was over.

Even the young gentleman who was attacked could not prevent the blood from splashing on his neck and the approach of death.

The assailant was controlled by the police officers who came suddenly.

And the clouds that had been brewing for a long time finally let snowflakes fall.

The snowflakes were blown up by the wind and sprinkled on everyone's head fairly. The arrested man smiled wildly, especially when he looked at the undead in the pool of blood. Crazy was the way he looked at the dying man. .

It was Dr. Watson who appeared with the police in the pool of blood and tried to save people.

Holmes was standing beside Watson, watching Watson shake his head at him, he knew that they were late and the man had no chance of surviving.

In the carriage, the two of them didn't dare to look any longer, and the driver also stopped the carriage.

Mary's hand was cold on Lydia's.

"London wasn't always so dangerous, was it?"

"Of course...Of course! This is just a coincidence."

Lydia's face was as pale as Mary's, but she still tried to comfort Mary, and herself.

For Lydia, this is certainly not the first time she has seen the death of her life. In fact, she has even seen her own death, but it is the first time that such a bloody and tragic scene has occurred.

The snowflakes melted in the still warm blood, it was terrible...

"Lydia, are you okay?"

Holmes had already arrived beside Lydia's carriage, and he came over as soon as he spotted the carriage. He was very surprised at the coincidence of the carriage.

Then when he saw the crime scene not far away, he was very worried and hurried away.

"Mary is here, are you all right?"

Watson also quickly discovered Holmes' movements, and was worried for a while.

"not too good."

It was Mrs. Smith who poked her head out of the carriage to answer. She was still calm, but she shook her head to the two gentlemen who were looking at this place.

"It must have been frightened. This place is close to 221b. Go there and have a cup of hot tea to relax. If it doesn't work, I can also prepare some calming potions."

Watson was so worried that he wished he could see Mary inside the carriage.

"Okay, then go to 221b first, please both of you."

Mrs. Smith returned to the carriage and motioned to the driver to drive slowly.

Watson and Holmes, of course, hurried back to change their bloody clothes and prepare hot tea.

As for Officer Lestrade, who was busy arresting people and cleaning up the scene, this was his job, and the detectives and doctors would not bother him.

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

By the fireplace, Mary drank black tea and chatted with Watson. Her complexion had recovered, and she was amused by Watson.

Lydia, who was drinking tea by the window, was also much better. She was better than Mary, so she recovered faster.

"John is very good at coaxing people. Look, Mary is already smiling."

"John is really good at getting along with people. This is his strength. He treats others well with his gentleness and tolerance."

Holmes praised his friend very objectively.

"Mary is so lucky, I think I'm going to lose a sister soon."

It was unlucky to witness the terrible scene this time, but for Mary and John, it was an opportunity, and the two became closer with the naked eye.

"Why not harvest a brother-in-law."

Holmes couldn't understand Lydia's reluctance.

"Because my sister will move out after marriage, of course she will be lost."

Lydia glared at the detective whose EQ had been occupied by IQ for a long time.

"You'll be married too."

Is Holmes comforting?

"Not necessarily... Let's not talk about this sad future, let's talk about the dead gentleman. Why was he attacked? Is it because of the recent turmoil?"

Lydia shook her head, stopped paying attention to Mary's movements, and looked at the detective curiously.

"You're right. The recent turmoil is because of him. The dead man was a capitalist who owned several large textile factories. The strike started from him, and the murder was also ordered by him. It's just that he didn't think that his plan was still the same. He was discovered, so just now he was killed by the family of the worker he ordered to murder."

When it came to his own case, Mr. Holmes talked more.

"So, after this case, the turmoil can subside?"

Lydia didn't expect this, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Yes, the chaos in London is over."

Holmes likes the case, but he also likes London. This time, he and his brother shot together. With the help of Scotland Yard, they finally ended the turmoil before Christmas.

"So how are you going to spend Christmas, with your family?"

Lydia looked out the window at the still quiet street and asked about the big detective's Christmas arrangements.

"Actually, my parents are still visiting abroad, so I'll probably spend Christmas with John in Baker Street."

Holmes does not take Christmas so seriously, so the answer is not so sure.

"Isn't Mrs. Hudson going to spend Christmas with her brother?"

Lydia has already begun to fantasize about the miserable 221b Christmas.

"Of course Mrs. Hudson will stay. How can we do without her?"

Holmes answered as a matter of course.

"Well, how lucky you and John are."

Lydia felt that Mrs. Hudson was really a rare good landlord.

"That goes without saying. What about you? Back to Longbourne?"

Sherlock is very gentle when talking about Mrs. Hudson, as if talking about his elders.

"Yes, we should leave as soon as possible."

Lydia took a sip of black tea, and found that half of the book she read last time was still in the same place, so she picked it up casually, as if it was still where she read it last time.

"Early this morning, John went to buy snacks from Susan's house. Did he offend you?"

Holmes put the cake in front of Lydia.

"I'm giving him a chance to show off. By the way, Sherlock, is Mycroft Holmes your brother?"

Lydia finally remembered what she wanted to ask. She opened her big eyes and looked at Holmes, full of curiosity, but this curiosity was laced with intimacy, as if saying that you never told me about your Brother's name.

As if seeing Lydia's closeness, Holmes smiled, and the snowflakes outside the window couldn't make him feel cold.