[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Lydia had a hunch that it was the Scotland Yard detectives, and Mrs. Smith's words confirmed her guess.

"Yes, they came to ask you for questioning, I asked them to wait a while. I just went out to inquire about the news. Baron Bernal liked the dead daughter very much, so he was very angry, and it was a ball at the Duke's house The police detectives of Scotland Yard have been busy since the incident and have not slept all night."

Mrs. Smith frowned, but quickly let go.

"They suspect me of being a murderer?"

Lydia was a little worried because of Mrs. Smith's expression. You must know that Mrs. Smith usually doesn't have any expression, and her expression is mostly calm, but now she is frowning, so why doesn't Lydia think about it.

"No, the inspector's attitude is very good, and he doesn't seem to regard you as a suspect."

Mrs. Smith shook her head.

"What's the matter?"

Didn't Lydia understand that something worse had happened?

"It's my business. I'm not in a hurry. I'll tell you after today's business is over."

Mrs. Smith didn't say what really made her frown.

Seeing that Mrs. Smith didn't want to say it, Lydia didn't force it, so she went to meet her half-acquaintance before brunch.

"Inspector Lestrade, good afternoon, I haven't congratulated you on your promotion yet!"

Now that she knew the intention and attitude of the police from Mrs. Smith, Lydia greeted the new inspector with a natural smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss Lydia, we are the ones interrupting you."

The inspector's attitude was very good and polite.

"Looking at the time, the inspector and the police officers haven't had lunch yet, how about we get together? If you want to ask anything, I will know everything, but asking does not hinder eating."

Lydia had a perfect smile and a sincere tone.

But deep down, she was resentful.Are dead people going to prom going to be the norm, once a year or something.

That's fine, being questioned all the time is the real unlucky thing for her.

"I said Lydia was not suspected, why did you still come here!"

When Lydia was courting the inspector, Sherlock almost ran in.

Behind him is the gatekeeper who came to accuse him of failing to stop him.

"Sherlock, have you also been entrusted with this case?"

Lydia looked at Sherlock, who was still wearing yesterday's prom clothes.

He also waved to the male waiter and told him to go back.

"Yes!"

Sherlock nodded to Lydia.

"Lestrade, what's the matter with you? What are you doing here without investigating the case?"

After Lydia's interruption, Sherlock's gunfire was still aimed at the inspector, and he seemed rarely angry.

"Sherlock, it's just a routine question. Ask Miss Lydia if I have behaved impolitely."

Inspector Lestrade spread his hands to show his innocence.

He already knows Miss Lydia's energy now, and it's not a year ago, this lady didn't show her beauty, and everyone didn't know, but this year because of the turmoil, she showed her, so he won't go by himself It's not stupid to kick the iron board.

"Lydia, after you left yesterday, the baroness died. Scotland Yard stayed up all night last night, but the murderer was not found."

Sherlock explained the case to Lydia in advance, as if he was afraid that Lydia would be plotted against, be tricked or something.

"Could it be that I, who left early, are also suspected? Maybe the butler and the male waiter can help me to testify that the baroness was still alive and well when I left."

Lydia also admired Sherlock who blatantly reminded herself.

"Of course, we all know this. Of course Miss Lydia is not suspected."

Inspector Lestrade glanced at Sherlock unbearably, wondering why the detective was crazy, but he still said what Lydia was not suspicious of.

"Then I'm curious. As Sherlock said, I have no suspicion. What is the purpose of the busy detective running this trip?"

Lydia, who originally planned to inquire while eating, simply took the opportunity to ask under the intervention of Sherlock.

"I mainly want to ask why Miss Lydia was splashed with red wine by the dead baroness at the party?"

Inspector Lestrade stared at Lydia's expression, his small eyes were very focused.

"It's not a disaster to say it. I danced with Mr. Hurt, and that's it."

Lydia explained the situation with a helpless smile.

"But I slipped my hands and accidentally splashed orange juice all over the Baroness's face, so I don't blame her."

"Miss Lydia spilled the orange juice on the Baroness's face and clothes?"

Inspector Lestrade's mouth twitched.

Others who heard Lydia say this wanted to laugh, but they held back anyway. After all, it is about the dead, so it is better to be more solemn...

But it's really funny!

"It's not splashing. Although the baroness splashed me, I was slippery."

Lydia emphasized again that this is very important, and she was very insistent.

"You don't know about the orange juice? Doesn't the Baroness have any orange juice?"

"Okay! It's a slippery hand. When we found the body, the orange juice was still on her body, so she didn't have time to clean it up, right, Sherlock."

The corner of the inspector's mouth twitched even more, wanting to give Sherlock the right to question, but he couldn't stop it,

"We won't talk about these unimportant things. Lydia, besides these, do you have any special discoveries?"

Sherlock trusts Lydia's observations, she is a keen girl, although she often does not show her observation skills.

"Well, I'm purely guessing. The reason why the baroness poured red wine on me at that time must have been instigated. Of course, she was malicious to me, but this action must have been instigated by someone."

Lydia glared at Sherlock, but said what she thought.

"You don't say things without reason. Tell me, why do you think so? Also, have you seen someone you think is instigating the Baroness?"

Sherlock was delighted to receive Lydia's blank stare.

"If the baroness wants to embarrass me because of anger and jealousy, she should choose the time when I just walked out of the dance floor. I walked by her. It would be better to splash wine at that time, in full view of everyone. .But she didn't just try to kill me with her eyes."

Lydia recalled the situation at that time.

"Moreover, after she suddenly decided to pour me wine and carry it out, and after I slipped my hand, whether she was proud or at a loss, she subconsciously looked towards a corner, there was a person there, although she couldn't see clearly , but I'm sure I saw a skirt."

"So, after Miss Lydia left, there was someone at the baroness's side, also a lady at the ball?"

Inspector Lestrade could not help summarizing Lydia's meaning.

"I can only say that I can see the hem of the skirt, but I can't see the color and style clearly, but I think they are also good friends of the Baroness, so they come together to trip me up."

Lydia did not affirm Inspector Lestrade's words, but slyly avoided it.

"Okay, thank you, Miss Lydia, for your cooperation."

The inspector sincerely thanked him, and his attitude was much more polite than the first meeting.

"Go to work after asking, do you really want to stay here for lunch?"

Sherlock unceremoniously sees off Lydia's guests.

"Miss Lydia."

Mrs. Smith didn't know when she walked away, and now she came back again. She and Ruth were carrying a food basket each.

"The nobleman is busy, so I don't dare to leave the inspector and the detectives down for lunch. These are sandwiches and snacks that are convenient to use. The case is important, and everyone should be careful."

Lydia took the large food basket from Mrs. Smith and handed it to the inspector.

"Sherlock, this is yours. You should eat something, go home, change your clothes and rest."

Lydia motioned for Ruth to pass the food basket to Sherlock.

"Thank you Miss Lydia, I really interrupted you today!"

The inspectors who thought their lunch was wasted looked at the food in their hands with great emotion. Although they would not really make themselves work hungry for the case, it is still touching to prepare this kind of good intentions.

"Lydia..."

Sherlock didn't pick up the food basket Ruth handed over, as if he wanted to say something.

Inspector Lestrade pushed the food basket in his hand into the hands of the policeman behind him, quickly took the small food basket from Ruth, threw it into Sherlock's arms, and then pulled him away.

"Sherlock, it's time for you to go back and change your clothes, tsk tsk... It's too exaggerated to walk around in broad daylight."

Going to the door and turning back to say goodbye to Lydia.

"Goodbye, Miss Lydia, I think Sherlock will come to tell you any news."

"Let go, Lestrade! The basket is about to drop..."

The background music is the voice of Sherlock trying to get rid of the inspector. It seems that the inspector has a deep idea of ​​you making me unhappy, and I will make you even more unhappy, and he dragged Sherlock away.

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"This matter is over, Mrs. Smith, tell me something that worries you today."

Seeing that everyone had left, Lydia pulled Mrs. Smith to sit on the sofa, she was more concerned about this now.

"Lydia, you haven't eaten brunch yet. You have to see Miss Jane in the afternoon. This is an appointment. From the time point of view, if you don't want to be late, you can't procrastinate any longer."

Mrs. Smith knew Lydia's schedule best, and one sentence forced Lydia to temporarily give up pursuing it.

"Okay, hurry up and have something to eat, deal with the letters and documents, and give me the newspaper first, I don't know if such a big thing has been published in the newspaper."

Lydia jumped into action so she wouldn't be really late.

Mrs. Smith seemed hesitant, and she was really busy at the moment.

"The paper you want, miss."

Ruth heard the sound and handed over today's newspaper.

"The brunch is ready, where is the lady eating? Is this a restaurant?"

"Let's go to the restaurant. Xinhe will also take the documents that must be completed today."

Lydia flipped through the newspaper, reading it as she walked.

"Okay lady."

Ruth walked away quickly.

Mrs. Smith followed Lydia step by step, for fear that she would hurt herself when she walked inattentively.

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Lydia arrived at Uncle Gardiner's after a light brunch.

This afternoon tea was scheduled long ago, and Jane and her uncles and aunts were all there, but the children of the Gardiner family were not playing in the living room.

Uncle Gardiner greeted Lydia and went back to his study.

"Lydia, thank you for your invitation. Your uncle didn't say it, but he is very grateful to you."

Aunt Gardiner took Lydia's hand and thanked her niece affectionately.

And Lydia also guessed that the uncle probably made a deal at the ball.

"I didn't do anything. If it helps my uncle, it's because of my uncle's own ability. What kind of credit do I have?"

Lydia didn't take the credit, she just wanted to help Jane, and she didn't think much about the rest.

"You are modest, and we will remember your benefits. Don't disturb your sisters chatting, I will go and see those naughty children first, don't tear down the house."

Aunt Gardiner also left, leaving Lydia to converse with Jane.

"Jane, just by looking at your face, I can tell that Mr. Bingley has not forgotten you, nor has he changed his mind about you."

Seeing her aunt go away, Lydia sat beside the peachy-faced Jane.

"Lydia, can you be less direct?"

Jane seemed a little shy, but she was not coy, and she still looked like a lady.

"Okay, I won't ask any more questions. Seeing that you are all right, I won't waste my efforts to get invitations."

Lydia really came to see Jane's mood, since she was fine, that's fine.

"Lydia, thank you very much, really."

Jane smiled brightly and looked at Lydia sincerely.

And Lydia just smiled lightly.

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Leaving Uncle Gardiner's house that day, Lydia asked Mrs. Smith in the carriage.

"Today's work is over, and the meeting with McCoff is scheduled for tomorrow. Can Mrs. Smith tell me what the bad news is?"

"It's not bad news either."

Mrs. Smith shook her head.

"I received news this morning that maybe my enemy will return to the wizarding world in the near future. If I can settle with her there, it would be great. Lydia, you don't have to calculate so much, you can live your own life Little days."

"But it also means that you will leave me for a while, and you may be in danger!"

Lydia grabbed Mrs. Smith's sleeve and was keenly aware of the possible outcome, so she looked at Mrs. Smith whom she regarded as dependent with some trepidation.

"Lydia, there is always danger."

Mrs. Smith also hated Lydia, but she had to go, that was her only purpose in life.

"I'm not talking about your danger in revenge!"

Lydia became even more flustered when she thought of Mrs. Smith's final outcome in her previous life. She grabbed Mrs. Smith's hand hard.

"I mean this in itself may be a trap. Do you understand what I mean? This news may be true or false, it may be the other party's sex, or it may be to lure you into the urn. You have not been in the family for many years , are the people who gave you the news still credible!"

"You're right...you're right, Lydia, I'm dying to see her."

Mrs. Smith seemed to listen.

"How about you go back secretly, first find out whether the news is true or not, and also find out whether the person who gave you the news is in collusion with the other party. Everything must be safe. Our plan here has been going smoothly, and it is feasible to start from here .You don't have other options, don't take risks!"

Lydia persuaded Mrs. Smith with tears in her eyes, her heart was in a mess, and everything in London seemed to be no longer important.

She thought she had forgotten, but in fact, the old Mrs. Smith who died in pain but still stuffed the necklace into her seemed to be right in front of her eyes.

Lydia didn't know what happened to Mrs. Smith back then. She didn't know that someone betrayed or failed in revenge, but she couldn't accept that Mrs. Smith, who had helped her before her death and whose necklace was still helping her after death, would have another accident. .

"Lydia, I'm not leaving right away. I can rest assured when I send you back to Longbourn and into the hands of Mrs. Bennet!"

Mrs. Smith wiped Lydia's tears, she was just afraid that Lydia would not be able to stand it, otherwise she should have rushed back to the wizarding world early in the morning.

"You promise, you have to make sure you think clearly, check it out before you go back, and you have to put yourself first and safety first. Revenge is completely feasible according to our plan. If something happens to you... If something happens to you , I will avenge you, even if I can't beat her!"

Lydia was still worried, and she even threatened Mrs. Smith with her own safety. She knew Mrs. Smith would risk everything if she had nothing to worry about.

"Understood, I promise to come back alive. After all, I haven't seen you get married and have children yet, so I can go there early without worry."

Mrs. Smith was touched by Lydia's concern for herself. After her husband passed away, she was alone until Lydia suddenly appeared and gave her a family.

Lydia cared about her, wouldn't she care about Lydia who was treated like a daughter!

"Hmm! I won't be leaving London until spring, and these hours... can I do something for you?"

Lydia, who was assured, was still uneasy, and she would not let go of Mrs. Smith's hand, as if she would disappear at any time.

And Mrs. Smith sighed leisurely, patted Lydia's hand that was holding onto her, and comforted the worried girl.