[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Leaving Mrs. Jones's, Lydia went directly to Baker Street.

Although she had already guessed the reason why Mrs. Jones entrusted Sherlock to investigate herself, Lydia decided to meet the big detective who had made an appointment.

Anyway, it's great to take this opportunity to see my friends.

However, reality taught Lydia a lesson. Friends may be frustrated in love, or they may be irritable.

Please refer to John Watson for the first one.

And the second one is naturally Sherlock Holmes.

……

"So you went to Mrs. Jones' tea in spite of my letter?"

This is Sherlock's first sentence after seeing Lydia upstairs in 221b.

"Sherlock, your welcome is really special. If this is a popular way of greeting in London recently, then I may be out of date."

Lydia was not afraid of Sherlock's cold face, so she pushed back with a joke.

"Hi Lydia."

John's greeting was feeble.

"Hi John. You don't look well."

Lydia guessed that it had something to do with Mary, and what to do if she started to admire Mary. You must know that when Lydia left Longbourn, Mary herself was very calm.

"All right. I'll fetch Mrs. Hudson tea."

John left in a daze.

But Mrs. Smith has already gone, so John is still going, how many people are needed for a pot of tea.

Lydia didn't have time to stop, and looked at Sherlock helplessly.

"Is John really all right?"

"Physically healthy, mentally normal, the only problem is being depressed."

After Sherlock answered the question, he continued to hold on to Lydia.

"What's the problem with you, you still go to the appointment after my letter."

"First of all, Sherlock, you are a detective and not a killer. My life will not be in danger. Second, what reason should I use to temporarily cancel the invitation to meet for afternoon tea half an hour before the appointed time?"

Lydia knew that Sherlock cared about her, so she spoke well and didn't confront him.

"Why come to me if you're not worried, I'm not a killer anyway."

Sherlock was rarely brooding.

"Maybe it's because I miss you, dear friend."

Lydia was obviously the younger one, but she was also the one who lied.

"With such eloquence, I really don't need to worry about you."

Great detective, if you didn't curl your mouth and turn your ears red, your complaints are still very powerful.

And Lydia, who saw Sherlock's ears, was moved, and the guess of whether he liked me came again.

Soon, this feeling of rapid heartbeat was extinguished by the next sentence.

"You said that Mrs. Jones took a fancy to you and wanted his son to marry you."

Sherlock toyed with a check for £500.

"Is this a deposit? That means they paid you at least a thousand pounds to investigate me. What do they want to know?"

Lydia saw the amount of the check with sharp eyes.

"Family situation, relationship situation, property situation, the more detailed the better."

Sherlock thought of Mrs. Jones whom she met at noon, and the other party asked him seriously to be detailed.

"It's really generous. I provide the information myself. How about sharing half of my salary?"

Lydia turned her head slightly, and proposed to share the spoils, her eyes followed the check in Sherlock's hand, looking like a money fanatic.

"Don't even think about it! I heard that you are very rich, why do you even think about the labor costs of a poor detective like me who can't afford clothes?"

The vengeful Sherlock adjusted his clothes and put the check in his breast pocket.

"Stingy, go check it out, I'll ask Mrs. Hudson to sprinkle sugar on your steak."

Lydia childishly threatens Sherlock.

"Mrs. Hudson won't."

Sherlock answered confidently, wondering who is more childish, he or Lydia.

"Are you sure? Mrs. Hudson likes the dress I gave her. And you dare to use my information to make money, she must be on my side."

Lydia smiled slyly, her eyes were bright, and she seemed to have seen Sherlock's weakness.

"You are acting in disregard of friendship."

Sherlock is not so confident. Mrs. Hudson really likes Lydia. If he and John are Mrs. Hudson's favorite sons, Lydia is Mrs. Hudson's favorite youngest daughter. It's troublesome, but the youngest daughter is caring.

"Half the reward, I will provide the information myself. Accept or not?"

Lydia smiled and gave Sherlock a chance to choose.

"……accept."

Sherlock, who wanted to see Lydia's self-prepared information, agreed.

"Bring the check."

Lydia held out her hand.

"This is for me."

Sherlock subconsciously covered his chest pocket where he kept the check.

"I asked you to write one to me, not to insult you. Your actions just now are really easy to misunderstand."

Lydia turned her face away pretending to be disgusted, but in fact, she wanted to prevent Sherlock from seeing her uncontrollable smile. Sherlock's actions were so funny.

"You don't have to hide, your shoulders are shaking too much, no one will see it."

Sherlock saw that Lydia was laughing wildly at a glance, and retracted his hand in embarrassment for a moment, an annoying instinct to protect food.

"Well, who can hide from your eyes. The information will be sent to you in a few days."

Lydia covered her mouth, and a voice could not hide her smile.

Because of Lydia's smile, Sherlock also curved the corners of his mouth, but soon straightened the corners of his mouth.

"Do you think Mrs. Jones is only investigating you to see if you can be her daughter-in-law?"

"Also, I'm curious. She and Mrs. Bell have inquired about me before, but it's a pity that they didn't get anything."

Lydia was still a mystery among London merchants.

At the age of 16, he started a business, low-key but fast-growing, rich but never heard of before.

"She also cares about your property."

Sherlock looked at Lydia who was indifferent or prepared.

"Of course she cares. If I can marry his son, then my property will naturally belong to her son. It is definitely necessary to investigate now, and she has to shop around."

Lydia doesn't think so, this kind of thing is normal, at least Lydia thinks Mrs. Jones's thinking is so normal, the unmarried man in the social circle and his elders don't want him to have a rich wife.

The unmarried lady and her elders hoped that she would have a wealthy husband.

"Then what do you think?"

Sherlock felt that he didn't like Lydia's indifferent tone.

"Of course it is to protect your own wealth, and no one can take it away."

Lydia directly removed this possibility, so she didn't want to hand over the hard-working property to her so-called husband.

"Even as handsome as Mr. Hurt?"

Sherlock said the name Lydia hadn't thought of.

"Sherlock, who lives in seclusion and never cares about gossip in London, actually knows the man of the hour in London—Mr. Hurt. He should be proud."

Lydia sighed in pretended surprise before answering Sherlock's question.

"Neither can he! And how do you know he's interested in me? So you've already started investigating me, right? What about the friendship?"

"Lydia!"

Sherlock couldn't bear to call out Lydia's name, frowning to stop her deliberately pretentious performance.

"You still yell at me for Mr. Hurt, who is attracted to Mr. Hurt?"

Seeing that Sherlock couldn't take it anymore, Lydia complained even more sharply.

"Lydia!"

Sherlock had already stepped forward, staring at Lydia threateningly, the distance between her pale eyes and her face was only a palm.

"Sherlock, I haven't thanked you for your Christmas gift. I like this green stone bracelet very much."

Seeing Sherlock's aura in full swing, Lydia tactfully restored her sweet voice, and raised her left hand with the bracelet, waving it.

Only then did Sherlock stretch his brows, and turned to look at the bracelet, but first saw the white wrist wearing the bracelet.

Lydia didn't know that it was to match what she was wearing today, so she wore this bracelet.Or she just wore this outfit to match this bracelet.

Anyway, today's Lydia is wearing a green and white dress, which is very fresh with the green stone bracelet on her hand.

Coupled with Lydia's pink and tender face, it is like a delicate peach blossom, shining brightly.

Sherlock, who was standing close to Lydia in front to increase the sense of oppression, could see it especially clearly, even her trembling eyelashes could be counted one by one.

Lydia, who was uncomfortable being watched by Sherlock, took a step back and distanced herself from him.

"By the way, why on earth did you mention Mr. Hurt all of a sudden?"

"It's Mycroft. He said that since last year, there have been secret movements in London. Let me pay attention to it. And Mr. Hurt started from the viscount's ball where the murder happened last year, which was the first ball we met. People's attention, the rapid rise in wealth and status, caught my attention."

Sherlock watched Lydia back away, trying to hold her back, but in the end he didn't move, letting Lydia move away from him.

But her beautiful face was still close, and Sherlock felt he had never been so close to a young woman.

"And what did you find out about me when you investigated him?"

Lydia still felt uncomfortable, she didn't dare to look Sherlock in the eyes, and rubbed her back secretly.

"He paid close attention to you and tried to get to know you. Obviously, your low-key made his plan of getting acquainted with him go through."

Sherlock looked at Lydia's sneaky movements and thought it was cute, and looked at her with a gentle smile that he didn't know.

"Oh, so you're reminding me that he's a dangerous man."

Lydia concluded with disapproval.

"Lydia, he's not Mrs. Jones."

Sherlock reminded again that Lydia's daring made Sherlock a little headache, and he felt that at this moment he had a little understanding of Mycroft who had been worrying about him.

"Sherlock, if it's a normal invitation, it's hard for me to refuse."

Lydia made excuses for herself. She knew that Sherlock still refused to let go of the fact that she went to Mrs. Jones's house for afternoon tea.

"Don't think I don't know how many invitations you turn down every day."

Sherlock looked at the cunning Lydia and exposed her mercilessly.

"I promised not to investigate me!"

Lydia was not guilty of being exposed, but gave Sherlock a straight look.

"Does this still need to be investigated? Just think about it."

Sherlock looked back at Lydia, reconfirming that Lydia's eyes were a deep green that matched what she was wearing today, as well as the bracelet.