According to Davis, it was obvious that the female lead came to Whitechapel with a purpose. After all, Davis said that Libella appeared at the Entrance to Whitechapel on a rainy night by herself.

"Did I look awake at that time?" Libella asked him with a frown.

Davis looked back, as if he did not understand why she asked such a question. It was a very strange question. Who would ask others if they were awake?

Then Davis remembered what Libella had said to him before. She was no longer Libella.

"You were standing." Davis pondered for a moment before answering. "After I welcomed you in, you fainted.

After that, you had a high fever for four consecutive days. I … I thought I couldn't save you. Unexpectedly, on the fifth day, the fever went down and you got better. "

Libella nodded silently.

Davis looked at her and continued, "You — no, Libella didn't talk to anyone after that. At least, she didn't talk to me. I originally thought that it was because of the high fever that Libella couldn't talk."

How was that possible? When she transmigrated, she didn't feel that there was a problem with her throat. She could speak normally.

In other words, the female lead didn't want to talk. In other words, the female lead was conscious at that time. She came to Whitechapel on her own.

Libella pondered. It seemed that this matter really needed to be investigated.

Davis looked at her and then at the children who were still playing at the table. He said, "If you're busy, you can let them stay in Whitechapel. They're already on vacation, aren't they? You can bring them back after this period."

Libella raised her head. When she looked at Davis, she couldn't help but smile. He was still so considerate.

Libella nodded. "Thank you, Davis."

"It's okay. You promised me that you would find out the truth about the sudden deaths of those children."

Davis sighed. "Those children are actually not bad, just like these children."

Libella followed his gaze and looked at the other side of the table. She saw the resentful faces of the children who had not been chosen by her.

If Davis said that they weren't bad people, Libella believed it, but if Davis said that they were kind, she would disagree.

It was getting late and it was time to go home.

025

Rabid woman

There were a few more comments on Lady Cesare's official website. Libella took a look at it during breakfast and found that it was nothing more than a few comments.

She had a very clear definition of her business targets. The police wouldn't waste their time investigating cases, and Sherlock Holmes couldn't be bothered to look at them.

As a result, such cases often occurred among the citizens. It could be a sudden discovery of a shadow that shouldn't be there at their workplace, a strange bone on the riverbank, or the Loch Ness Monster.

Therefore, the people who were closest to the case were often not professionals, and they would need more time to explain.

But Libella naturally wouldn't spend time explaining, such as the small connection between the length of the sun and the cat's schedule.

In this way, the arrogant Lady Cesare would be attacked.

Libella laughed again and again. It seemed that these people hadn't really discovered her identity, because the people who left insults on the website all said that Lady Cesare was a thin and scary witch.

The focus was on the old lady.

With her appearance, anyone who had seen her would never associate her with an old lady.

Thinking of this, Libella laughed for a while. She was actually a little happy to be called an old lady.

After tidying up, she finally went out of the house to investigate the case she had chosen.

Sometimes, it wasn't all murder cases. It could be that the kittens were playful, or the children were playing pranks. The citizens didn't care so much, as long as there was someone who could answer their doubts.

She dressed casually, looking like a beautiful lady on the street who came out for a stroll, rather than something terrible like a case.

This time, she was going to deal with a request from an entrepreneur. This kind of rich client was rare.

Rich clients would generally find a trustworthy private detective, and her image was just a dabbler. She was smeared by the comments on the website, and even a little bit evil.

… Anyway, the entrepreneur came to her.

The entrepreneur said that his dog ran away. Of course, he didn't want Libella to find the dog for him.

The point was that after the dog ran away, the entrepreneur received a letter in the company every day. There was a white petal in the letter, but he didn't know what it meant.

Even though the other party was an entrepreneur and this was a commission from a rich man, if the case was so simple, Li Bella would not accept it. This was because this was a case that could be solved by paying attention to the postal service. It was not difficult at all. She did not like this kind of case that was too simple. It would reduce her influence.

But the entrepreneur soon took out something that made her eyes light up. The petals he received recently had turned red.

And he thought that the red on the petals was the color of blood. It turned red because it was stained with blood. He attached the petals to the letter and mailed it to Libella.

Libella tested it herself. The entrepreneur's intuition was right. It was indeed blood, and it was human blood.

But this could be seen as a threat, and he could have asked the police to deal with it.

But the entrepreneur didn't do that. Instead, he found Lady Cesare, who had cooperated with the police and was a little famous.

As for the reason …

The entrepreneur confessed that after his dog ran away, the petals he received were white. But he suddenly received news that a woman had died, and then the petals turned red.

Libella also suspected that the woman was killed by the entrepreneur. Otherwise, why would he be so guilty when he received a threatening letter? He didn't dare to ask the police, but asked a dabbler detective.

But the entrepreneur said in the letter that the woman's death was definitely not directly related to him.

But as for his relationship with women, he was vague and refused to speak clearly. This was very worthy of investigation.

Libella wasn't interested in the erotic flowers, but she was interested in the petals. According to the entrepreneur, there should be four parties involved in this case.

The entrepreneur, the dog, the woman, and the flower sender.

These four parties were inextricably linked. The most likely relationship was that the flower sender first tricked the dog, then used it as an opportunity to send petals. These actions were foreshadowing for a later conspiracy. The flower sender's real purpose was to use the woman's death as revenge or threat, or for other purposes to target the entrepreneur.

Of course, this was only one of Libella's first guesses. In the end, it was not credible. What she should do now was to find evidence and then make a deduction.

The first place she should visit was the woman's home. Libella wanted to see how the woman died.

— If the woman's death was really at home.

Libella looked at the small notebook she carried with her and gently scratched a line under this line with her fingernail.

Joan Froman.

27 years old.

Unmarried.

Address: Fourteenth Street, 2781.

Looking at the house numbers that they passed by, Li Bella silently counted 2773, 2775 … Ah, here it is. It's here, number 2781.

Oh, there was a cordon at the door. Most of the people who lived on Fourteenth Street were office workers. Now was the time for them to go to work, but there were not many people on the street.

Libella looked at the surrounding trees and telephone poles.

Very good, there was no surveillance. Then this time should be quietly, quietly …

"Libella?"

Libella suddenly heard someone call her from inside the door.

This, this … from inside the door?

Libella turned around stiffly, then her eyes suddenly lit up. She didn't expect to meet these two people here!

"Oh my god, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

Libella smiled. Now that she wasn't thin and weak, her facial features weren't as scary as before. When she smiled, she looked bright and beautiful.

"Ahem."

John Watson, who was standing next to her, coughed. But he was the one who opened the door. Why did this woman only remember her roommate?

Libella smiled at Watson appropriately. "Dr. Watson, long time no see."

"You too."

Watson smiled at her, then looked around and dodged to the side. Libella instantly understood and quickly went through the cordon and into the house.

There was an unpleasant smell of alcohol in the house. The curtains were drawn, making it look gloomy and depressing.

Libella frowned and walked toward Sherlock, who was standing in the house. The latter quickly glanced at her, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Why are you here?"

"Why do you look different?"

The two questions were thrown at the same time. The former came from Libella, the latter from Sherlock.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the traces on the ground. He answered her question. "Why are you here? Why am I here?"

Libella was stunned.

"Yes, that's my question. Libella, why are you here?"

Watson asked subconsciously. Then he realized that in a sense, this question seemed to have been answered by Sherlock just now. Watson paused and then asked in surprise, "Are you here to investigate the case?"

Libella glanced at Sherlock's side profile. The latter didn't stay idle. After looking at the traces, he began to look around.

She kept smiling and looked at Watson. "Mr. Sherlock Holmes is right."

"Why are you investigating the case?" Watson couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, it's because I received a commission." Libella continued to answer with a smile.

"Commission?

Commission … commission … "Watson felt that Libella was avoiding the question." Why did he commission you? "

"Lady Cesare."

Sherlock answered the question first, but his gaze didn't fall on the other people at the scene. He was still looking at other places seriously. He only said, "You wrote my detective book, John. You don't even know the famous detective in London now."

Watson was stunned and said silently, "Lady Cesare …"