[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Because of Mr. Jones approaching, Inspector Lestrade, who was quietly listening to John and Lydia's gossip, smiled at the gossip group that ended the topic, and then greeted Mr. Jones.

"Hello, Mr. Jones, I am Inspector Lestrade, the Inspector responsible for the death of your brother and the poisoning of your mother."

"Hi Inspector, thank you for taking care of our family."

Mr. Jones smiled and nodded, as if the detective's case had nothing to do with him at all, and his tone was very flat.

"This is what I should do. Mr. Jones is being polite. Speaking of which, you are now the master of the Jones family. I hope you can let the housekeeper and servants cooperate with our investigation."

Jiang is still old and hot, and the inspector directly asked Mr. Jones for the right to interrogate him.

"Yes, as long as it doesn't affect the normal operation of the home, I will let the housekeeper cooperate with the inspector for the rest."

Mr. Jones still nodded with a flat face, and looked at the butler standing half a step behind him by the way.

This time the butler was very cooperative and simply nodded, expressing his understanding.

To be honest, the performance of Mr. Jones Jr. was really not good, so his suspicion has always existed. Even in the hearts of many people present, the person with the greatest suspicion is probably the second son of the Jones family who is indifferent to his family's life and death.

And from the perspective of benefit analysis, he is the second son, and the ratio of the original inheritable property to the wealth of the Jones family may be only a drop in the bucket.

In addition to what Mr. Jones said as soon as he appeared, the right to speak of the Jones family has always been in the hands of Mrs. Jones.Not to mention wealth, even his marriage cannot be decided by himself.

The accumulation of these is enough to become a murder motive.

Lydia looked at Sherlock with doubts about Mr. Jones in her eyes.

And Sherlock just reached out and patted Lydia on the head, seemingly disapproving.

John felt that as a newlywed, he couldn't stand the pink color of these two people, and the silent staring at each other made people feel sticky.

The two gentlemen who were still talking were unaffected and continued to talk, or in other words, the detective's temptation has been going on.

The previous request was accepted casually by Mr. Jones Jr. Inspector Lestrade's face was still serious and tense, and he pondered for a moment before continuing to speak.

"Then I would like to thank Mr. Jones first, but what I want to say is that Mr. Jones is not without suspicion. I wonder if you can talk about your alibi and help me rule out Mr. Jones as a suspect." scope."

After this aggressive question, the inspector and the irrelevant people on the sofa stared carefully at Mr. Jones Jr., paying attention to his expression and demeanor.

But Lydia only felt that the inspector thought about the same as her, and said what she wanted to ask.

Thinking of this, she waved Sherlock's hand on her head and raised an eyebrow at him, saying that, look, there are people who see the same thing as my hero.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mr. Jones finally changed his expression after understanding the meaning of the inspector's words.

He scanned the faces of all the people present and saw that everyone was staring at him. Mr. Jones Jr. seemed to feel very uncomfortable because of this, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression was disgusted.

"Do you think I would kill my brother and try to poison my mother for a little money and power? How could I be such a person? It's just inexplicable!"

"It's just a theoretical speculation, I hope you forgive me."

The Inspector was still polite and courteous, but the meaning of his words was not so polite.

"Theoretical speculation... Heh! Detective, have you forgotten that my father will come back, everything in the Jones family belongs to my father, and I, regardless of the life or death of my brother and mother, are just 'Little' Jones gentlemen."

Mr. Jones put on a mocking expression bluntly.

Objectively speaking, Mr. Jones Jr.’s explanation is very powerful. As long as his father was alive, the word “little” was prefixed to his title. The money and power of the Jones family have never been secure.

Now Sherlock imitated Lydia and raised his eyebrows at her, and the meaning made Lydia depressed.

The detective's expression didn't change, and he continued to probe.

"Then may I ask where Mr. Jones has been in the past few days? We asked the housekeeper just now, and he hesitated."

"The butler really doesn't know where I am. I still have some money. It's not difficult to find a place to live in London. It's not difficult to prevent my family from finding me."

Mr. Jones Jr. looked away from the inspector. He looked at a sculpture in the corner of the living room, his eyes were confused, and the tone of his answer was no longer sharp as before, but rather erratic.

"The detective wanted to ask me, where was I when my brother died? Where was I when my mother was poisoned?"

"It would be great if you would explain."

Professional interrogators like the inspector are very tolerant of the emotions of the person being questioned, and they are even more tolerant of young people like Mr. Jones Jr., not to mention Mr. Jones Jr. is no longer angry.

Looking at the conversation between the two, Lydia still felt that Mr. Jones was suspicious.

He stayed where his family couldn't find him. Mrs. Jones had kept the death of her eldest son low-key, so how did Mr. Jones Jr. know about this situation, and if he didn't know, why was he not surprised at all.

And the timing of Mr. Jones' appearance today is also very subtle, it doesn't look like he really has no contact with his family.

Of course, this is just Lydia's feeling, and Mr. Jones may have his explanation.

And Lydia didn't mean to intervene in the conversation between the inspector and Mr. Jones, she just looked up at Sherlock unconvinced.

As the only one left alone, John obediently moved away from Sherlock and Lydia. He missed his own Mary a little bit.

Regarding the detective's aggressive questioning, Mr. Jones took a deep look at the detective, and he didn't have any reaction to exclude it. He only started to explain after recalling it.

"I've been away from home for almost half a month, and I haven't contacted my family during this period. I just learned about my brother and mother from the housekeeper. I don't know when it happened. How should I answer you? Woolen cloth."

"Understood, then, is it convenient for you to give me the address of your residence after you leave? I can send someone to verify it. Also, I want to ask, do your brother and mother have any enemies?"

In the face of Mr. Jones Jr., the Inspector was particularly direct.

And Mr. Jones Jr. faced the inspector who asked frankly, and he also responded with a very direct answer.

"No. 35, Swallow Street, welcome to investigate. As for my family's enemies, businessmen have no enemies and have enemies, so it's hard to say."

"Thank you for your frankness, then don't bother me today, I will visit with the police tomorrow."

Inspector Lestrade left very simply, and there was no rush for the investigation.

The reason why the inspector would leave first was because it was already evening and Jones' house was still in a mess, and he wanted to work overtime but no one cooperated.

Sherlock and Lydia followed the detective and said goodbye to Mr. Jones, and then left.

Instead, John stayed for a while longer. He checked Mrs. Jones again, and left some medicine and precautions.

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

The incident at Mrs. Jones' house has not progressed since then.

The interview with Jones' servant went well, but nothing was gained.

As for the whereabouts of Mr. Jones during the period when he was away from home, it is difficult to investigate clearly. Swallow Street is a famous chaotic street with a lot of traffic and mixed fish and dragons.

The lost investigation had a turning point after Mrs. Jones woke up, but it was a bad turn.

Sherlock has been investigating as a detective commissioned by Mrs. Jones, sometimes with the Inspector, but more often, with Lydia.

Lydia also had no way to let Sherlock, who had not come to a conclusion, tell her his reasoning, so Lydia could only guess by herself.

Sherlock seems to have never put Mr. Jones Jr. on the list of suspects, and even Mr. Jones Jr. has not actually given an alibi.

And Lydia couldn't think of any other suspects.

Sherlock and the detective, who have always been strong, seem to have entered a dead end and have not solved the case for a long time.

At this time, Mrs. Jones, who was slowly becoming healthy after waking up, made a decision. She ended the commission to Sherlock and refused the detective to continue the investigation. It seemed that she intended to let a murder or an attempted murder go unnoticed.

Lydia was puzzled by this.

The detective and the chief inspector were a little helpless. It would be fine if they didn't have the cooperation of the victim. Now that they are blocked, it would be really difficult.

Sherlock has not accepted new commissions recently, and seems to be very interested in the case of the Jones family.

Lydia intends to accompany Sherlock, but she needs to go to an aristocratic ball with Mrs. Smith that day.

Mrs. Smith still needs to attend this ball, and Lydia accompanying her is more like an invitation in human form, just providing a way to enter.

Sherlock's reaction to this is:

"Lydia, don't you want me to be your dance partner?"

"Detective, are you free to accompany me? This is a boring political ball."

Lydia looked sideways at Sherlock, narrowing her eyes with a smile.

Sherlock looked at Lydia, who was smiling like a flower, with a gentle face, not realizing the horror of what he said next.

"My parents will also be attending this dance. Believe me, it will be better if I accompany you. I will pick you up when the time comes, and we will go there."

Lydia's original bright smile hadn't had time to take back, and her whole body was stiff and petrified...