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Blade of the Ripper.

Mrs. Hudson got up in a daze and opened the door for Libella. Before she could see who it was, she saw a black shadow dash past her and then run upstairs.

"Libella …?" Mrs. Hudson murmured, "Is it that child?

Why is she so excited, just like Mr. Lestrade? "

Mrs. Hudson closed the door again. After being disturbed by Libella, she was no longer sleepy. She was happy that the beautiful girl was here, so she got up and prepared some biscuits for her.

"She's here so early. She must not have had breakfast." Mrs. Hudson hummed a song. "Warm up a glass of milk for her …"

She had completely forgotten that Sherlock was upstairs, and he must not have had breakfast either.

Libella felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest!

Sherlock was standing upstairs and looking at her. His eyes were as indifferent as she had imagined, but not as emotionless as she had imagined. With just one look, he directly expressed what it meant to be a real Sherlock.

He looked like a person!

A normal person!

This realization made Libella want to cry. The great detective wasn't a creature that couldn't be touched through a screen, but the person waiting for her on the other side of the door.

What should I do now … Knock?

She hesitated for a moment, but when she raised her hand, she realized that she was trembling. She didn't dare to knock on the door, let alone open the door like Detective Lestrade had done yesterday.

Have some courage, Libella!

She encouraged herself, but still didn't dare to do it.

Until the door … opened by itself.

Eh?

Libella looked up in confusion. A tall person was standing in front of her. With his back to the light, she could only see his silhouette. Only a pair of clear eyes fell into her eyes, allowing her to distinguish who the person in front of her was.

Xia, Xia, Xia, Xia, Sherlock — had opened the door for her in person?

She was flattered!

She was flattered!

Libella took half a step back, wanting to escape, but it seemed that the half step would never end. After taking half a step back, she wanted to take another half step back …

So —

"You're going to fall down if you keep moving back," Sherlock Holmes said to her for the first time.

"Oh, oh … Okay …" Libella nodded, but couldn't help but take another step back, so she went down two steps before she looked up at him with a clear conscience.

Li Bella finally composed herself and looked up at him with a bright smile. "Hehe ~"

Sherlock: "…"

His agreement with the Ripper was that he wouldn't leave the room.

But he wanted to get the letter now. At this distance, how could she pass the letter to him?

Sherlock's brows slightly furrowed brows slightly.

He stretched out his hand towards Li Bei, hoping that she would take the letter.

But this scene was different in Libella's eyes. Sherlock was standing at the window, looking at her personally, opening the door for her, and now extending his hand to her, inviting her in.

Oh my god, this Sherlock must be OOC, so she must have transmigrated into a doujinshi novel!

But this OOC Sherlock was really suave, and he was looking at her so attentively ~

She really wanted to pounce on him now. What should she do?

Oh … Would she ruin the female lead's's' 'character?

But, but … even Sherlock's' character had been ruined. It shouldn't be a big deal for her to ruin the female lead's' 'character, right?

Oh my god, what should she do? She couldn't help but want to laugh ~

As expected, she couldn't control herself. Libella opened her mouth and gave Sherlock an even brighter smile.

She didn't see Sherlock's slightly furrowed brows. Libella could only see his slender hand with distinct joints. He opened his palm and reached out to her.

Gently …

Gently …

Put her hand in his palm.

Libella raised her head. Her smile didn't fade at all. With the flush on her face, the pink factor in the air livened up. She rushed towards Sherlock and said to him in a refreshing and comfortable manner.

Good Morning ~

…

…

However, in Sherlock's eyes, the atmosphere was as awkward as death …

He stared at the small hand in his palm for a moment. In the end, he didn't throw it away. He only looked at its owner again. The big smile made her facial features look even weirder, but the good mood in her eyes was real.

He liked children more, not because he liked children, but because children were much better than adults who didn't know how to adapt.

It was rare for him to have some patience with people. He reminded her again, "Letter."

Libella put the letter.

She heard the word letter, but struggled for a moment between the letter and the letter before she realized what he said. Sherlock looked at her with a variety of expressions. Finally, the flush on her face faded. The joy and shyness in her eyes were replaced by disappointment. Then, she took her hand back in annoyance.

It must be because her eyes were too big that she could express her emotions so clearly.

Libella was extremely embarrassed. She silently took her hand back and then took out the letter from her arms.

"I'm sorry." She apologized in a muffled voice.

Sherlock took the letter in his hand, opened it, and began to read it. Then, he turned around and went into the room.

Libella stood at the door, not knowing whether to leave or stay. However, she secretly glanced at Sherlock's back. She guessed that Sherlock didn't mean to chase her away. Otherwise, why would he leave the door open for her and not close it?

But she had already misunderstood. How could she have the courage to take the risk again?

Libella struggled for a long time. In the end, she walked forward silently. Sherlock saw the girl come in from the corner of his eye. Just as he was about to ask her, he saw her sneaking a quick glance at the room. Then, she retracted her head with a face full of regret. She also considerately … closed the door … for him …

… closed it.

Sherlock was speechless for a moment.

Libella turned around with heartache and depression. She planned to turn around and leave. That's right. Why did the great detective leave the door open for her?

Although she had transmigrated into the female lead's body, the great detective didn't know that she could see ghosts.

But as she turned around, she saw Mrs. Hudson smiling.

"Uh, Mrs. Hudson …" Libella was a little embarrassed. "Sorry, I forgot to say hello. Good morning, Mrs. Hudson. I'll —"

"Good morning, Libella." Mrs. Hudson walked past her and opened the door again. She said with a smile, "Sherlock is waiting for you. I've prepared breakfast for you. Come in."

"Huh?"

Before Libella could ask, she heard Sherlock say with dissatisfaction, "Then my breakfast …"

"Take care of it yourself."

Mrs. Hudson scolded, "Sherlock, I suggest you go out for a walk. Now that Libella is here, what else do you want?"

She made it sound like she was very important … Libella thought embarrassedly.

Then Mrs. Hudson smiled kindly at her, "Come, child, come in."

Libella was still a little embarrassed, but Mrs. Hudson welcomed her in very cheerfully.

This room was just as she had imagined. There was dust floating in the air, strange skulls, a violin hanging there, and Sherlock sitting on the sofa.

Mrs. Hudson didn't stay for long. After letting her sit on a wooden chair, she quietly left. Before leaving, she stuffed a small biscuit into Libella's hand.

Sherlock glanced at the biscuit and her.

All the meeting scenes and witty and perfect solutions that Libella had imagined in her mind were all gone. Only uneasiness, uneasiness, and the small warmth she had felt when she put her hand in Sherlock's palm.

Um …

The atmosphere could be said to be very awkward.

"How did you know I lived here?"

Sherlock asked. He spoke very quickly, and the way he looked at her still didn't change. However, Libella noticed that he didn't have any strange chemical reaction because she was the so-called "female lead."

Did this mean that Sherlock didn't have OOC?

… She didn't know why she was a little disappointed.

"Libella …" He suddenly called her name. His voice was very pleasant, more pleasant than she had imagined. "How did you know I lived here?"

This time, Libella finally heard his question clearly, but how should she answer this time?

Did she know from Conan Doyle's book?

Or did I secretly go and investigate it?

"I … I went to investigate …" Libella boldly lied.

Sherlock looked away from her biscuit and continued to ask, "Why did you investigate my address?"

"I admire you very much." This sentence was true.

"But I've never seen you before. How did you find out my address?" He continued to ask.

Uh …

"I, I saw you meeting someone else. After you left, I followed you …" Libella lied again.

However, lies obviously couldn't stand in front of Sherlock.

"Oh?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "I left in a taxi. Why, did you follow a four-wheeled car to Baker Street …?"

Li Bella raised her head and looked at him in confusion.

"But, you … You met Ben not far from Baker Street. Why did you take a taxi?"

Sherlock looked at Libella, and the two of them looked at each other for a few seconds. He didn't look away until Libella blushed again.