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The truth

Libella felt that her behavior was very courageous. She dared to bet with an uncertain letter.

She glanced at the letter in Sherlock's hand. If only she could see what was written in the letter now … It was like a student handing in a paper that could only be right and not wrong. She always wanted to know the score as soon as possible.

But Sherlock obviously did not intend to let her know the result of the paper.

He took the letter back and glanced at Libella. His eyes were full of … appreciation.

Hmm?

Appreciation?

Oh, yes, of course, he should appreciate it. What she said was definitely right. After all, that was the plot arranged by the author. But what did the person in red have to do with Davis' letter? Did Davis' letter also mention the person in red?

Libella did not know the cause and effect. She only knew that Sherlock did not reply to her. He carefully sealed Davis' letter in a sealed bag and threw it directly into the refrigerator. Yes, he threw it into the refrigerator, and then there was no reply.

Libella sat in the same place and felt a little awkward. She could only eat the biscuits one by one. Seeing that the biscuits were about to be finished, she simply picked up the milk next to her and gulped it down.

Sherlock glanced at her and said, "That's what I drank before."

"Pfft — cough, cough cough cough cough —"

Libella vividly acted out what a milk fountain looked like.

This time, it could be said that it was embarrassing.

Libella thought about how she was first discovered loitering downstairs of Sherlock's house. After going upstairs, she made a mistake and took the wrong milk from Sherlock. Now, she even sprayed it in front of him …

She probably did not need to be embarrassed. She smiled.

She looked at Sherlock's figure and felt that it was quite precious. In front of her was Sherlock. She could not help but think, oh my god, Sherlock … She made a fool of herself in front of Sherlock. Sherlock must be very disgusted. He did not seem to like people who had a strong sense of presence, not to mention people who looked clumsy.

Libella thought of the person Sherlock called "the".

The woman in the "woman" was Irene Adler. She looked like a very strong woman, able to be very feminine, aggressive, and defensive. But now, she was not like that at all.

But what was she thinking about?

Libella could not help but feel embarrassed. Could it be that because this was a novel, she could casually fantasize about her Prince charming?

Could it be that because she had transmigrated into the female lead that she began to make herself right?

That was obviously not possible.

Her thoughts were too impure. She should be like Sherlock, only thinking about solving cases.

Libella collected her thoughts and raised her head.

.. or had been ignored... and just...... to be ignored.. and just got, he got up and went to his room.....................

.....

. Libella once again tried to guess the intentions of the great detective.

"Well …" She chose to muster up her courage and said to Sherlock's room, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, if there is nothing else, or if there is any message for me to pass to Davis, I will go back first."

She craned her neck to look at the door. "F- Mr. Holmes?"

The person inside did not reply. Libella sighed softly and turned to leave. But just as she walked to the door and was about to push it open, the door suddenly opened.

She turned her head.

Sherlock had changed into a new set of clothes. At the moment, he was adjusting his collar. He looked tall and straight. The indifference in his eyes did not change, but he glanced at Libella and said softly, "Are you going back to Whitechapel Orphanage?"

She was about two steps away from Sherlock.

Libella could not help but take a few steps back until she felt safe. "Yes, sir."

"In that case, you can wait."

Sherlock replied and turned to enter the room again. "I will send you back later."

Huh?

What do you mean?

"But, sir, didn't you say that I can't leave this door?"

Libella finally could not help but follow Sherlock to the door. "The Ripper gave you a letter. I was standing a little further away from the door, but you didn't come over. Why did you say that you will send me back to Whitechapel?"

"Is that how you guessed that I have seen the Ripper?"

He opened the door. At this moment, he had already taken care of himself. He only needed to take care of the stubble on his face a little. He lowered his head and looked at the lady who only reached his chest. Looking at her up close, her eyes were really big.

"Uh … Yes."

Libella once again took a few steps back without batting an eyelid.

Of course, Sherlock noticed her movements. This child looked like she worshipped him, but she did not dare to get close to him. Of course, this was nothing to him. In fact, he was happy that she did not get close to him.

"Soon, this challenge letter will lose its effect," Sherlock said and asked her, "What's the date today?"

Libella was stunned. She thought for a moment before replying, "September 19th." She then added, "It's 9: 44 in the morning."

It took her a long time to get here.

Libella thought. She saw Sherlock nod slightly and say to her, "Wait until three in the afternoon. We will go together."

"Thank you …" Libella said. "Actually, I can go back by myself …"

"Do you need me to give you some money for the trip?" Sherlock turned to ask her. He did not look like he was joking at all.

Libella finally understood why Sherlock said he would send her back. It turned out that he was worried that she did not have the money to go back, so he wanted to steal money?

She should be angry at this time, but she could not. She explained seriously, "No, Sir, you misunderstood. I am not such a person."

"Then come with me later," Sherlock said. He added, "I know you don't have the habit of stealing money."

After all, he had never seen Libella among those children before.

Libella was not one of those children.

He was more friendly to children, not because he liked children, but because compared to adults who were inflexible, children were much better.

Sherlock did not realize how arrogant his thoughts were. At the same time, he did not feel that Libella was completely suitable for this sentence.

After all, she did not look like a child. Which child could be so smart and hit the nail on the head like this?

Was it him in his childhood?

He rarely praised someone for being smart, but this child was one of them.

Until she guessed that she had seen the Ripper's true face in the past few days, he still thought that this child's mind was relatively quick. At least, she could catch up with the people he knew from Scotland Yard.

But when she said, "The man in red is the murderer," he realized that this child was a smart child.

Before Davis' letter, he only knew who the Ripper was, but he did not have any concrete evidence or motive to pin the Ripper down. This was no different from not solving the case. Until Davis' letter came, he straightened out everything in an instant and understood the person's motive.

For this child named Libella, the piece of information that she lacked about the murderer happened to be the piece that he had.

Therefore, she could be considered quite outstanding to be able to deduce to this point. At the very least, if the Ripper had sent her a letter of challenge, she could have just barely dealt with it.

Sherlock did not realize his arrogance, just as he did not classify Libella as a child.

At that moment, Libella accidentally knocked over the leg of the chair. Her body tilted, and she fell on the chair, making a loud noise.

Sherlock frowned at a place where she could not see. Libella looked a little stupid.

But when he was a child, when he only had Mycroft by his side, he probably looked the same.

This did not affect the impression that Libella left in his heart.

She looked a little bored.

Sherlock pointed at the bookcase behind him. "If you want to read, go there."

Libella was a little embarrassed. "… Can, can I …"

"Yes."

Libella carefully got down from the chair and walked to the bookcase. She casually picked a book and quickly turned back to the chair.

She felt that everything was fake.

Libella could not help but frown. Why was Sherlock so nice to her?

Could it be that Sherlock was OOC?

Ah … OOC Sherlock …

Li Bella wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Don't think too much." Sherlock seemed to sense her doubts and quickly said, "You are Davis' child."

Li Bella raised her head and looked at him. Oh, so what he meant was that he was giving her such a 'generous' treatment because of Davis' face?

Was it really not because she was the female lead?

Libella whispered, "How did you and Davis meet?"

It was hard to imagine who Sherlock would give face to …

"At the police station," Sherlock replied. "He went to the police station to report a case, and I happened to be there."

"What case?" Libella could not control her curiosity.

Sherlock looked back at her big eyes. Indeed, they were full of curiosity.

"A murder case," he whispered. "A group of thieving children were taken away by the police. After returning to East London, they disappeared. In the end, Davis only found a few bodies piled together."

Libella's face turned pale.

"They were all incomplete bodies," Sherlock added.

Could these children and Benben …

"I took his case and promised to find the murderer," Sherlock continued.

"Did you find the murderer?" Libella asked eagerly.

Sherlock looked at her, shook his head, and said, "This case was two years ago. I didn't find the murderer."

"How is that possible!" Libella said loudly. "How can there be a case that you can't solve?"

— — No, if he really solved the case, why would he still be in contact with Davis, let alone favor the children from Davis?