[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Mrs. Smith stayed on after the crowd had parted, deliberately accosting the man who spoke out.

The other party's reaction was also meaningful. After he glanced at Mrs. Smith with a half-smile, he revealed his identity very simply.

"Lord Hussey, nice to meet you, lady."

"I'm Mrs. Smith, nice to meet you."

Mrs. Smith remained calm when facing his eyes, looked back at him very calmly, and gave a stiff and polite smile that fit her identity.

What followed was the mutual testing of the two masked people for the first time. The Baron Hussey's speech was much more restrained than the previous one, and Mrs. Smith's speech was also very restrained.

But the meaning between the words of the two of them is very clear.

This meeting and conversation made the two people sure that they both had the intention to target the Duchess of Norfolk, but one could only smear her in words, and the other just got the ticket to enter this kind of occasion.

It has nothing to do with actions, knowing that the other party is a caring person is enough for them to think for themselves.

Because Lydia is quite reluctant to be with Sherlock recently, but fortunately, Mrs. Smith is also happy to see it.

What Mrs. Smith needs has always been an identity that can be close to the enemy. She needs to be close to the Duchess. It is best to know the enemy she has not seen for many years, know her residence, itinerary, security situation, etc., and plan her final action.

As for Lydia, Mrs. Smith always didn't want her to get involved too much, especially when the enemy was so prominent.

Now that Mrs. Smith accidentally has another avenue to inquire about, her plan can go more smoothly.

In fact, Mrs. Smith has never thought of how to complete her revenge. Back then, her husband died prematurely due to the curse of the Duchess of Norfolk. She had thought of countless ways to kill her enemies.

But after so many years, she rolled around in the world, saw a lot, and knew that death is not the best way of revenge, so she only planned to let her enemy lose the power, beauty, and health she cared about, and then let her live.

This is the most severe punishment she has ever thought of, and now she must find a way to achieve her goal.

Mrs. Smith knows her own hatred, but Baron Hussey's hatred and purpose still need her to explore a lot.

Even so, Mrs. Smith still feels that today's trip is really rewarding, and she is already looking forward to coming in the future...

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All is well with Mrs. Smith and has returned home.

Lydia hid behind Sherlock and felt her heart go cold.

The sound of breaking the door was loud, but in the faintly visible room, the figure on the bed remained motionless, and all the people outside the door held their breath for a moment, and only after a while did anyone speak.

It was Sherlock, who had held Lydia's hand to comfort her before, and now asked the housekeeper a little distracted.

"My fiancée and I don't want to be locked up. Let's go in and see what's going on. In addition, let's invite Inspector Lestrade and Dr. Watson."

The butler was already at a loss for what to do. He seemed to have found the backbone after hearing Sherlock's order, but he soon showed a hesitant look. He looked at Sherlock and hesitated to speak.

"I know Mrs. Jones didn't want to make it public, but now she can't hide it anymore, and she can't deal with it in a low-key manner. After all, she is in danger. Go, if Mrs. Jones blames it, you can't blame it on the head."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock took Lydia's hand and entered Mrs. Jones' room, ignoring the pale faces of the housekeeper and servants at the door.

The room is dim, but after getting used to it for a while, you can still see the furnishings clearly.

Whether it is the comfortable carpet under the feet or the faintly visible exquisite ornaments, it can be seen that Mrs. Jones is a delicate person who is good at enjoying. However, this delicate person also passed out in her bedroom after the death of her eldest son.

The two came to Mrs. Jones' bedside, only to see that the figure was indeed Mrs. Jones lying on the bed.

Sherlock patted Lydia's hand before letting go to check on Mrs. Jones.

As a detective, Sherlock is not as good at medicine as John, but simple judgments are not difficult for him.

"How is Mrs. Jones?"

Because of the terrifying atmosphere in the dark room, Lydia was a little vulnerable with Sherlock by her side. She involuntarily lowered her voice, looking like a weak lady of her age.

Looking at the unusual Lydia with great interest, Sherlock bent the corners of his mouth, resisting the urge to touch Lydia's head, and Sherlock told Lydia a piece of news that reassured her a lot.

"Alive, just in a coma now."

Lydia relaxed her stiff neck and shoulders visibly, and exhaled lightly. For a moment, she felt that Mrs. Jones in front of her was dead...

Fortunately, knowing that the person in front of her was still alive, Lydia immediately felt that the room was much brighter and warmer, and most of the stone in her heart was gone.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Seeing Lydia's rare hopeless appearance, Sherlock reached out and rubbed her hair after all.

Under Lydia's dissatisfied stare, Sherlock withdrew his hand and avoided Lydia's claws.

"It's just that it's okay for the time being. If John doesn't come sooner, then maybe."

After being told by Sherlock, Lydia didn't have the heart to argue with him, so she dragged him out to find the housekeeper, and told him to call for a doctor quickly.

The next step is to wait, at least for Lydia, the rest is waiting while drinking black tea.

As for Sherlock, he also drank tea with Lydia, watched Lestrade and John arrive one after another, and heard from John that Mrs. Jones' condition was temporarily stabilized.

"Housekeeper, isn't Mrs. Jones' second son willing to come back under such circumstances?"

Sherlock suddenly asked the butler, causing both the detective and John to look at the butler.

"This……"

In everyone's sight, the sweat dripped from the butler's forehead, and he struggled for a while before explaining.

"Mr. Jones, I have sent someone to look for it, but for the time being... there is still no news..."

"Did he not find it or did he not want to come back?"

Sherlock changed his position, but stared straight at the butler.

"This one……"

The butler was sweating profusely, but he couldn't answer Sherlock's simple question.

"Mr. Jones, he..."

"Didn't I come back?"

Suddenly there was a leisurely male voice, and then the second son of Mrs. Jones, who had met Lydia several times, walked into the living room.

A teenager who was too young, with a slender figure and frivolity of the long period, his expression was completely different from what Lydia had seen before.

"Mr. Jones, you are back."

The butler looked at his little master with burning eyes, as if his backbone had finally returned. While wiping his sweat, the butler's face softened a lot.

"Yes, I'm back. There must always be someone who is in charge of the family. It turns out that it is the mother. Even when the elder brother is around, the mother is also in charge. Now it's my turn, isn't it?"

In Lydia's impression, the lively second son of the Jones family said this with a sarcastic and sharp tone, which was not his usual appearance at all.

But even so, the butler still looked at Mr. Jones expectantly, as if he didn't care about his attitude at all.

My brother died, my mother was seriously ill, and my father did not return, but Mr. Jones Jr. was not sad and anxious, which was a little wrong.

At least in the living room, the outsiders of the Jones family looked sharply at Mr. Jones.

The butler, who seemed to be unaware, ran over to explain the cause and effect to Mr. Jones, and Mr. Jones listened very calmly, asking a few questions from time to time, but even when he heard that his mother was in danger, his expression did not change. .

Lydia blinked, looked at Sherlock, and wanted to ask him if Mr. Jones Jr. had done such an obvious hostility, then he had acted too much.

Sherlock also gave Lydia a look, but it was not as good as Lydia's.

Seeing Lydia and Sherlock exchanged glances, John, who stayed behind to take care of Mrs. Jones' body, also sat down next to Sherlock so that they could whisper.

"What's the situation, this gentleman is so indifferent to his mother? Has it always been like this or suddenly?"

Sherlock looked at John, who was leaning over, and ignored him. Speaking of which, since John quickly moved out of 221b, Sherlock deliberately ignored John.

Seeing that Sherlock still ignored him, John looked over Sherlock to Lydia.

"According to what I saw a few times ago, it turned out to be not like this. The Jones family should be in a very harmonious state, at least that's what I saw."

Not wanting to be as arrogant as Sherlock and not answering, Lydia turned her head and answered John softly over Sherlock.

"So why is it like this all of a sudden? Is it because Mr. Jones' sweetheart is really so inappropriate?"

John, whose hidden attribute is gossip, also knows about the true love dispute in the Jones family some time ago.

"John, you have seen many people in the clinic. Do you know who Mr. Jones' true love is?"

With Sherlock who has no gossip cells, Lydia is still very reliable, but in front of John, the heart of gossip is a little bit ready to move.

"Speaking of which, you still know this person, Lydia. After all, she has had some relationship with you."

John put this away and continued to share it with Lydia regardless of Sherlock's cold snort.

"You must have known about her last year, everyone in London, it was Miss Hardy!"

"Who?"

Lydia, who used to be busy planning Mrs. Smith's revenge, is now busy showing her love to Sherlock, and she doesn't have enough brain capacity. She doesn't know many ladies in London. Now John says she knows, but Lydia still doesn't clue.

"Who is that? I know him?"

Sherlock, who had been caught between Lydia and John for a long time, but kept silent, finally spoke. He pulled Lydia back who was leaning out and sticking his head out to whisper to John.

"It was the mastermind who tried to frame you for killing the Baroness—Miss Hardy. She was not held accountable but was also sent to the convent."

Listening to Sherlock's series of reminders, Lydia finally found such a person from her memory.

In fact, to be precise, Lydia didn't know her, even if she was almost framed by her, the two parties didn't know each other.

As for Miss Hardy, it can be said that Lydia only heard about her name but never saw her. Now that she heard that this person caused troubles again after returning to London, she also admired her.

"Since she was sent to the convent, how did she become the true love of Mr. Jones again? And she should be older than Mr. Jones."

"It was nothing more than pressure to send her and her companion lady to the convent. After a while, the situation calmed down, and it was no surprise that they were taken back to London."

Sherlock actually didn't pay attention to these trivial matters, he simply guessed it.

It was John who really knew, and he nodded to confirm Sherlock's guess.

"That's right, Miss Hardy's mother died first of her son, and her daughter was also sent away. After several blows like this, her illness recovered instead. She accepted the illegitimate child her husband took over, and then she tried to find a way to bring her daughter back. At last she succeeded. As for the lady and Mr. Jones, that is another story."

John quickly ended the conversation. Obviously, Mr. Jones Jr. has learned about the current situation from the housekeeper and is walking here.