"But then again, how did you know about Lady Cesare?" Libella took half a step back to avoid blocking Sherlock's view of the scene.

Libella pondered for a moment. If it was because of what Hathaway said that day that made him suspicious, it was actually a bit far-fetched. After all, Hathaway was speaking Italian at that time, which was not Sherlock's mother tongue. Even if he could understand it, he shouldn't be able to connect the two so naturally.

This wasn't to question Sherlock's reasoning ability. It was really human nature. It was naturally more difficult to process unfamiliar information.

So, how did he know?

Libella fell into deep thought. Sure enough, Sherlock Holmes was indeed Sherlock Holmes. He must have found out through some clues. What did he say that day?

This was called the deduction method. Yes, Sherlock was really too good.

"The client told me," Sherlock said frankly.

Libella was speechless.

Her expression was a little strange. Watson looked at her a few more times. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Libella nodded silently, feeling choked for a moment. But then again, Libella was puzzled. "Why did the client tell you and not me?"

The entrepreneur didn't remind her that Sherlock would be involved in this matter.

Sherlock looked at her, frowning and hesitating for a moment. This matter … was a little complicated to explain. Should he waste time?

Although Libella looked a lot more plump and looked particularly bright, her big eyes were filled with curiosity as always.

Sherlock recalled the day she came to deliver the letter on the 19th of September. At that time, Lizabella had asked a few questions about the Ripper. Sherlock was too lazy to explain and only mentioned a few things. Lizabella had guessed the gist of it in the end.

This was probably one of the reasons why Libella could become "Lady Cesare." At least she was not an embroidered pillow. Thinking about Scotland Yard, although they were not smart, they were definitely not stupid compared to ordinary people. To be able to reach a cooperative relationship with her, presumably …

Libella felt Sherlock's gaze on her for less than a second, but she didn't know what he was thinking. He just turned around and said, "To be precise, the client didn't tell me anything about you.

I was the one who sensed it. "

He added, "The commission we received was different."

The same client, different client, and different content.

Libella quickly understood the situation.

In other words, Sherlock sensed that the client had some reservations about him, so he speculated that the client had divided his confusion into two parts, one for Sherlock, and the other for Lady Cesare?

Libella had an epiphany. This made sense. After all, according to the client's intention, Sherlock obviously met the requirements more than she did. He had a cooperation with Scotland Yard and was well-known.

In this regard, his "qualifications" were definitely older than Libella.

Then what was the commission he received?

Why could he sense that the commission was incomplete, but she —

Forget it.

Libella sighed.

Why was she competing with Sherlock Holmes?

Since, according to Sherlock, the commissions of the two overlapped but were not consistent, then they should just do their own thing.

Libella took a step back and quickly ignored the 221B duo next to her. She stared at the traces on the ground.

The outline of the corpse was lying straight on the ground. Whether it was lying down or lying on the ground, it meant that her death was more … "traditional"?

She didn't know if this word was appropriate.

Libella remembered that last winter, she once saw a deformed ghost with only half of her body left in the pond.

That death was very unique. In comparison, this Joan Froman's death was definitely the traditional type.

But now that the body was taken away by the police, she couldn't see more, so she had to …

She put her hand on the cross around her neck. As the surrounding scenery suddenly turned black and white, she slowly squatted down and looked at the outline of the corpse.

However, after waiting for a moment, the expected corpse did not appear in the outline.

Sure enough, the victim's death scene was not here.

Libella pursed her lips and stood up again.

Regarding this ability, Libella had also carefully studied its characteristics. In fact, this was not an ability to see ghosts. This description was not so appropriate, but it could not be ruled out that the author deliberately misled the reader when writing.

In short, after personally experiencing this ability, Libella found that rather than "seeing ghosts," it was more appropriate to say that "being able to enter a frozen world."

Because in this case, she couldn't see others, such as the tenants of Room 221b who were originally standing next to her.

Libella glanced left and right, and sure enough, she couldn't see or hear Sherlock Holmes and Watson.

This seemed to be a kind of power that could help her see the cruelest moment of death.

However, Libella didn't want to use this ability too much. If she could deduce the situation, she would never enter such a moment casually. Speaking of the reason, there was one, and that was —

As soon as Libella turned around, the pupils in her blue eyes instantly shrunk by a size.

A "woman" stood behind her. Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were wide open. However, one of her eyeballs was looking diagonally upward, and the other was facing forward.

This was definitely not the eye movement that a normal person would have.

In other words, this woman was, of course, not a normal person. Her whole body was swallowed by black and white, and it was obvious that she had merged with this scene.

In other words, this woman was the main target she was looking for, Joan Froman.

… Even though she said that, she was still shocked.

Libella slowly loosened the cross around her neck, and a layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Yes, the reason why she didn't want to use this ability was that you would never expect a dead person to appear in a corner, and it would be the last appearance before death. This kind of extremely oppressive moment of life exhaustion might not be a big deal once or twice, but in the long run, it would only make people wonder if they were one of them.

But speaking of which, she wasn't afraid, just shocked.

Of course, it was also possible that her courage had been trained.

She really didn't want to experience this kind of "true love" mode a few more times.

Libella wiped the sweat off her forehead, and then saw Sherlock squatting next to the carpet, holding a small magnifying glass in his hand. She didn't know what he had found, but he carefully picked up something from the carpet.

Libella, on the other hand, noticed something strange. She took out a pair of gloves from her pocket and opened some bottles and jars. Then, she walked from the kitchen to the bathroom and strolled around. Finally, she came out and fell into deep thought.

Watson stood not far from the door, keeping an eye on the situation outside and acting as a lookout for the two of them.

Fortunately, the two of them in the room quickly came to a conclusion.

Sherlock shook the golden fur that he had picked up from the carpet, and it shone in the sunlight outside. Libella put the gloves in her pocket and pondered something with her chin in her hand. In the end, she put her hand on the cross again. Her eyes were blank, and she looked like she was in a daze. A moment later, she returned to the small room.

Hmm …

So it was like that.

She glanced in Sherlock's direction and happened to meet his gaze.

However, she wasn't in a hurry to feel flustered, because she quickly locked onto the thing in Sherlock's hand.

Libella was stunned. "Dog fur?"

"Are you sure?" Sherlock glanced at her.

"You look very sure too," Libella said with certainty.

"I have a photo of the dog," Sherlock took out a plastic bag from the pocket of his windbreaker and handed it to Libella. Libella reached out and took it. She saw a photo of a man and a dog on the grass, but the man's face was cut off. Only a slightly plump figure could be seen, and the dog next to the man was a beautiful and mighty golden retriever.

Golden retriever?

"This is the client and his dog?" Libella asked.

Sherlock didn't answer her, but asked instead, "Since you haven't seen this photo, why are you so sure that it's dog fur?"

"There are bite marks on the inside of the victim's wrist. They are rotten and not treated.

One of the eyeballs is slanted upwards, and the other is facing the front. The trajectory of the eyeballs is not coordinated, and the mouth is slightly open. It's a symptom of mild paralysis. "Libella looked around the room." Although there is the smell of alcohol in the room, there are no signs of alcohol abuse. There isn't even water, which is the most suspicious. "

"I guess this is hydrophobia," Libella continued. "It's also known as rabies."

She gestured to the golden hair in Sherlock's hand and raised her eyebrows. "Dog fur?"

Watson turned around to look at the two of them, his face filled with astonishment. Under normal circumstances, shouldn't their roles be reversed?

Sherlock couldn't help but look at Libella a few more times.

Yes, his line of thought was the same. There was the smell of alcohol, but there was no sign of alcohol abuse. There was no wine bottle, not even water, and golden hair was found on the ground. Comparing it with the photo given by the client, and the connection of the case, it was indeed dog fur. However, the conclusion of rabies —

"Where did you see the body?" Sherlock asked.

Libella choked.

"Hmm?" His gaze was still probing.

Libella was fearless. "It's none of your business."

Hmm what?

Are you Sherlock, the boss of OOC?

Libella thought.

She quietly looked at him again and found that he had already looked away. He was concentrating on putting the key evidence, the "dog fur", into a plastic bag, and then put it in the pocket of his windbreaker.

He seemed to have no interest in her way of investigating the case.

If he was not interested, then so be it.

Sherlock seemed to be leaving. He didn't intend to communicate with Libella again. Libella looked behind him, but she didn't expect him to turn back.

Sherlock's gaze was calm, and he spoke slowly, which was rare, "If you can see the body, the conclusion of rabies can be drawn without relying on the scene. There is no need to come here again.

So before you entered this room, you didn't see the body. "

Libella's forehead was sweating.