024

Rabid Woman

Silly child, when you grow up, you won't be so happy to celebrate your birthday.

Libella looked at Benben with an almost affectionate gaze. As time passed, she realized that she had to cherish time, and celebrating her birthday was undoubtedly a reminder that time had passed.

"Lily?" Benben blinked and asked her, "Can't I?"

"Of course you can," Libella said. "Then let's go, the children upstairs —"

"I'll take them!" Benben said happily.

Libella smiled and nodded. A few minutes after reaching home, she went out again with a string of little tails following behind her. She walked in front, and Benben followed her.

Libella was still wondering if she should call a taxi when she saw a car in the convex mirror at the door. Yes, the familiar license plate number was —

Libella pretended to be surprised. Before the person could put the car in reverse and leave, she turned around and shouted, "Hey, Officer Donovan, I see you."

Libella's voice came, and the car suddenly turned off awkwardly. Libella walked over with a smile and knocked on the window of the front passenger seat. Sally Donovan had no choice but to close the window. She held her forehead and said, "You found out?"

"I know every time you come."

Libella gestured to the back door. Donovan sighed again and opened the back door. As Libella waved, Benben led the group of children into the car. It was crowded, and when they couldn't fit, they sat on each other's laps. Five or six children were stuffed into the car.

Libella then got into the front passenger seat with ease.

"Whitechapel, thank you."

"I'm not here to be your chauffeur, Lady Cesare."

Donovan said, but turned the steering wheel. The car smoothly drove away from Villa Muse. "And this is definitely overloaded."

"They're all children. In terms of overall weight, it's not considered an overload," Libella replied and reached out to fasten the seat belt of the passenger seat.

Donovan glanced at the girl beside him.

She couldn't figure out why a young girl would give herself such an old-fashioned nickname. Lady Cesare?

Donovan obediently followed the traffic rules and drove on the road. Occasionally, the traffic police who stopped her would be evaded by her police officer certificate. She actually didn't like this.

"Why have you been coming to my house for the past two months?" Libella asked. "Where's the handsome young man from before?"

Donovan's lips twitched as if he was smiling. "He saw you coming out of the bathroom last time and then went back."

Here, the part where the young man went back and argued with her with a flushed face was omitted.

"Oh, I didn't expect him to knock on the door so openly." Thinking of this, Libella couldn't help but laugh. "Don't you usually secretly observe me?"

"… Actually, I didn't want to come, Lady Cesare," Donovan said. "But the person who said you were fine was Detective Lestrade, my immediate superior."

"Sorry to trouble you," Libella said honestly. She had to be observed for three years. After it was confirmed that she was really harmless, she could become a real London citizen. And before that, she had to "enjoy" the treatment of a parolee for a period of time. Libella continued, "But it's a lot better now. You can just visit me once a month, right?

As for me, I'm also looking forward to this period being over as soon as possible so that I can take the driver's test. "

The sweet smile on Libella's face made Donovan's hair stand on end.

Thinking of her almost ruthless indifference during the investigation, Donovan didn't dare to look down on the girl, just like how she didn't dare to look down on the drug addict in 221B.

"Why can't you be like normal people …" Donovan muttered. "You're all so anti-social."

Libella tilted her head and asked, "You mean me and Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Ah — turn right at this intersection, it's closer here. I just found out last time. "

Donovan obeyed her instructions and turned right.

"You mean that high-functioning anti-social 'consulting detective' who is obviously a potential criminal?" Donovan's face turned cold. "Although it's him, you're a little better than him."

At least Libella's appearance didn't match her mentality. After observing her for so long, she was still a good person. Some of the cases she solved also stabilized the lives of the citizens to some extent. After all, there were always a few urban legends that Scotland Yard didn't bother to deal with, but they were also annoying.

However, Sherlock Holmes had always sharpened his brain to solve difficult cases, as if he was afraid that others didn't know that he had the same mindset as the cruel murderer.

Libella said tactfully, "Prejudice makes your judgment unfair."

"Have you seen that arrogant and conceited guy?" Donovan said. "I'll introduce you to him if I have the chance. You'll hate him as much as I do."

Of course not.

Libella smiled and didn't say anything.

The two of them stopped chatting, and the children in the back seat slowly quieted down. After all, they were all children from the orphanage. No matter how cheerful they were now, they still felt insecure deep down.

Donovan saw the children through the rearview mirror and suddenly felt that Libella was more pleasing to the eye. After all, how bad could someone who was patient and kind to children be?

"Do you have any interesting cases recently?" Donovan started a topic and resumed the conversation with Libella next to him.

The children in the back seat looked at Libella. She was in high spirits and introduced a few interesting cases in an orderly manner as if she was telling a story. The children originally wanted to continue chatting, but they couldn't help but perk up their ears and listen. They even giggled.

Libella was happy to chat with them so that she wouldn't affect Donovan's driving. So she chattered all the way. When she got out of the car, her mouth was dry. Thinking of the beautiful River Thames, she felt an indescribable thirst in her throat.

"There are actually no water ghosts in the River Thames," Libella continued. "It turned out that it was a prank by the children passing by after school. That scared the gentleman."

The children chuckled again. Donovan didn't want to be too close to the depths of East London. He dropped Libella off when they were close to Whitechapel. She watched the group of people leave before she drove back.

Libella turned back and waved at Donovan. She was busy dealing with the children.

Benben laughed with them. His laughter was exactly the same as the children in kindergarten. Libella felt a little sad. She thought of how coquettish she was when she first arrived. It was a dark history. She hoped that Benben would forget about it after he recovered his mind.

Libella was thinking about Benben when he suddenly exclaimed, "Oh!" Then he stood still and just stared at Libella in surprise.

Libella touched her face subconsciously. "What's wrong?

Is there something on my face? "

"Uh, no …" Benben scratched the back of his head and then said, "I suddenly realized that Lily, you're taller than me."

Well, it seemed to be true …

Libella lowered her head slightly to meet Benben's eyes.

Well, this was good. First of all, he had to match the height of Lady Cesare.

The group of people walked and laughed. The happy scene in East London was a miracle. Then, they miraculously entered Whitechapel Orphanage. The considerate and gentle Davis had already prepared a birthday cake for Benben.

Davis's attitude towards Libella had never changed. His attitude towards the children had never changed, even though Libella was no longer a child in his eyes. These children already belonged to the normal world and could completely leave East London.

As for the other children who stayed in Whitechapel, the children who were unfortunate enough not to be chosen by Libella, and the children who had once mocked Libella, at this moment, looking at these people's bright clothes and pure laughter, they could only remain silent.

This kind of change was beyond the scope of the children's understanding. Libella was not in the mood to argue with them. She only spoke to Davis.

Davis looked at Libella and said with a smile, "You look completely different from before, Libella."

"After all, I'm Lady Cesare," Libella replied calmly.

This question and answer seemed to be unrelated, but Davis understood the meaning behind it. Yes, Libella no longer needed any sympathy or love. As the intelligent and dignified Lady Cesare, she had enough ability to protect herself and even the extra ability to protect the people around her.

Benben and the children gathered around the table and used the precious cakes and cream to rub their faces or to stuff them into their mouths. After a long time, Benben stuck a few candles into the already broken cakes. The cakes that had been played with had candles on them, and they looked as cute as hedgehogs in simple drawings.

Libella smiled. When she heard Benben loudly say his wish that he could eat cake every day in the future, and then be greeted with cheers and applause, she found that she really could not keep up with the children's brain circuits.

"Benben went to see a psychiatrist," Libella said. "The doctor in the hospital introduced him. Benben doesn't dislike it."

"I hope he recovers soon." Davis's tone was full of expectation. "And I hope those children …"

Libella looked at him. "About the case two years ago, Mr. Sherlock Holmes still hasn't replied?"

"Since last September, I haven't heard from Mr. Sherlock Holmes," Davis said helplessly. "Maybe I should give up."

Libella hesitated for a long time and said, "Actually, I wanted to say it a long time ago. If you let me, and don't mind if I overestimate myself, I want to investigate this case."

Libella hurriedly added, "At least with the help of one more person."

"This matter …" Davis lowered his head. "If you want to know, of course I can tell you, but it's probably not an easy matter to solve."

"I'll try my best." Libella looked directly at him. "Trust me."

Davis smiled and said, "Of course I trust you, Lady Cesare."

Libella breathed a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know when your birthday is, Libella."

Davis asked, "I don't know how old you are to give yourself the title 'Lady Cesare.'"

Libella was startled. "How old am I?"

Davis was still smiling and said, "Yes, that's why I'm curious. Why do you call yourself 'Lady Cesare'?"

But the children in Whitechapel were raised from a young age.

The children in East London had always either died or been pulled into the darkness. Since the emergence of Whitechapel, there were three options: death, being pulled into the darkness, or entering Whitechapel.

Whitechapel was not bullied in a place like East London, and Davis was like a gray man in East London. He was not swallowed by these people in the darkness. It was also because he raised these poor children for free.

Someone once bullied Davis. It was said that someone directly burned down the house. The person's hands and feet were broken, and he no longer had the ability to abuse his power.

In short, a mother who gave birth to a child usually left the child directly at the Entrance to Whitechapel. If she raised the child by her side, it meant that she intended to let the child play a role by her side from a young age.

Libella frowned. "I'm not a child from East London?"

Davis was also stunned for a moment. He frowned and recalled. "I don't think so. You appeared at the Entrance to Whitechapel on a rainy night. At that time, you were already this old."

This … involved the female lead's background?

Libella looked at him.

She didn't expect this. She originally thought that the female lead was a child from East London. After investigation, she found that the person who raised the female lead was not her biological mother, or maybe it was her biological mother, but it must be related to the underworld or something.

But now the situation …