026

The Rabid Woman

After returning to 221B, Sherlock curled up at the dining table — oh yes, he had already transformed the dining table into a lab bench.

Watson sat on the sofa. The combination of black tea and newspaper made him look like an old man.

Sherlock's eyes were still glued to the microscope, but his thin lips were not idle. "John, what do you want to ask?"

Watson choked. "How did you know —"

"Usually, at this time, shouldn't you be out?"

Sherlock looked away from the microscope and took off the slide and put it back into the plastic bag. It was indeed the hair of a golden retriever.

John saw that he was done and asked, "I want to ask, do you have feelings for Lady Cesare —"

He opened his mouth. To be honest, after seeing Libella's pitiful appearance, it was difficult to associate her with this dignified and graceful title.

"A woman with a secret." Sherlock paused, raised his eyebrows, and corrected himself. "A girl."

Watson naturally connected the dots with another woman he had met before. "Oh, Irene Adler?"

But thinking about it carefully, there were still differences between Libella and Irene. The most obvious was that Irene could be called a "woman with a secret," but Libella could only be called a "girl with a secret."

But it was hard to say whether she was smart or not, but women who could protect themselves were all smart women.

The two of them fell into a brief silence.

After a moment, Watson shot a straight ball. "Okay, I'll be honest. What I want to ask most is, do you want to date her?"

Sherlock: "…"

Date?

It was better to solve the case.

He sneered.

Libella walked out of Joan Froman's apartment. As usual, she avoided the surveillance cameras and the crowd. After leaving 14th Street, she sat on a bench in a small park behind 14th Street. The sun fell on the top of her head, satin like flowing light.

Blonde hair was undoubtedly beautiful.

Joan Froman also had blonde hair.

Libella took out her notebook and pen from her pocket and silently added some notes about this trip.

Joan Froman.

Female.

27 years old.

Unmarried.

The address was 2781 Fourteenth Street.

The dog died of rabies.

Next, she drew a circle to connect her to the sender written on the side. Libella pondered for a moment and made a small cross between the two of them.

Her initial guess was that the sender first used the disappearance of the dog and the white petals to make the entrepreneur panic. The purpose was to use the subsequent news of the woman's death and the red petals to scare the entrepreneur.

But now, it seemed that this guess could be ruled out.

The cause of the woman's death was rabies. She still needed to find out more information about the disease, but she was sure that rabies had an incubation period. Whether the woman was killed by an entrepreneur using a dog or by a florist using a dog, it actually gave the woman plenty of time to seek medical treatment.

But in the end, she still died of rabies. What did that mean?

She didn't go for treatment.

Why?

Libella rubbed her forehead with a headache.

Not only this, but there were also other doubts.

For example, was the dog that bit Ms. Joan really the entrepreneur's dog?

But since it was the entrepreneur's dog, how could he not be vaccinated?

Ms. Joan couldn't be so unlucky that she still contracted rabies after being bitten by a vaccinated dog.

And … what was Sherlock's commission?

To be honest, this was what she cared about the most. What kind of commission made him realize that he wasn't the only one investigating the case and made him say that sentence —

"We'll meet again."

In fact, the most important thing to do at this time was to give up the case.

Libella thought calmly. First of all, the client didn't fully trust her. Second, the client's other commission was given to Sherlock Holmes. Finally, no matter the result of this case, it wouldn't help Lady Cesare's reputation in any way.

It was a thankless task and took up time.

Should she give up?

The tip of the ballpoint pen gently tapped on the paper, leaving a few small blue handwriting, which made the words "florist" a little blurry.

Suddenly, someone shouted not far away, "Ma 'am!

Be careful! "

Li Bella looked in that direction and saw a German Shepherd running toward her. She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and saw a tennis ball.

Libella bent down to pick up the tennis ball and waved it in front of the handsome and strong German Shepherd. Then, she swung her arm and threw the tennis ball to the grass beside her. Her movements were clean and straightforward. The German Shepherd's agile limbs drifted on the spot and quickly changed direction, running towards the grass.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

A handsome man came over. Libella stood up and smiled at him. She quickly looked at the man, "It's okay, don't worry."

The man showed a sunny smile, "That's good. That's my aunt's dog, Eugene. He's too lively, and I can't completely hold him."

"He's very healthy." Libella smiled.

"Oh, look at me. I was so busy introducing Eugene that I forgot to introduce myself."

His grin was absolutely charming, polite, cordial, and sincere. There must be a lot of girls who like him, Lizabella thought.

"You can call me Edmund." He reached out to Libella, "May I know your name?"

Libella naturally held his hand and then let go, "Just call me Libella."

"Oh, Italy." Edmund's eyes lit up, "Italy is a great country."

"Thank you," Libella said politely, "but I grew up here and have never gone back."

— Uh.

Edmund didn't show any embarrassment, but helplessly spread out his hands, "Well, ma 'am, I deliberately came to chat you up. Your hair is very beautiful."

Then he carefully stared at Libella's eyes, "But when I got closer, I found that … your eyes are also very beautiful."

In fact, Libella felt a sense of accomplishment. After all, it was such a handsome man who frankly praised her. If it had happened to the skinny Libella three months ago, it would have been impossible.

Being praised always made people feel good, and Libella was no exception. Her smile finally felt a sense of distance, "Thank you, this is the first time."

"How is that possible?" Edmund sat down with her on the bench, his face was full of disbelief, "You're so beautiful, how can no one talk to you?"

Libella touched her face, quickly remembering that Sherlock had ignored her before, and even if he did, he would only ask about her methods of investigation. She couldn't help but feel a little depressed, "The men around me … don't seem to show that I'm very beautiful and worthy of appreciation."

"That's a pity."

Edmund sighed, "I thought that a girl as beautiful as you would definitely be treated well wherever you go. Who would be willing to bully you?"

Libella was a little embarrassed to hear a series of compliments from the other party. She coughed softly, interrupted the person, and said regretfully, "Well, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

"Then, is it convenient for you to —" Leave your phone number?

"Oh, the car I called is waiting for me at the intersection." Libella continued to interrupt him and said, "Goodbye, Edmund."

Libella quickly left, and the German Shepherd saw her and barked a few times in her direction. Libella turned back and waved at the German Shepherd, then left without any reluctance.

Until she turned the corner, she was still touching her face and muttering to herself, "Am I already so beautiful …"

Unbeknownst to her, 'Edmund', who had stayed in the park, smiled and looked away. He waved at Blackback, who obediently trotted over and rubbed against his palm. It was not at all lively and energetic to the point where it could not be controlled at all.

Libella, on the other hand, forgot that she was hesitating to give up the case. After returning home, she contacted the entrepreneur and asked her questions one by one.

Without waiting for the other party to reply, she took out the letters she received in the mailbox.

These letters were relatively simple, such as the strange shadows on the wall and the strange noises during the night shift … Huh, what is this?

"Dear Lady Cesare, I'm Davis.

Regarding the case you asked me about last time, I'm repeating the commission I gave to Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

… "

Libella put down the letter and first updated the home page with her rejection of the other letters today. She glanced at the mailbox and saw that the entrepreneur still had not replied. Only then did she concentrate on reading the letter sent by Davis.

After all, it was related to the female protagonist's past. This was a case related to the main plot of the author.

Libella thought to herself, how could other vulgar women be compared to it?

But then again, was she and Sherlock investigating the same case again?

Libella pursed her lips.

With Davis' letter, she gradually understood what kind of life the real Libella lived in the past before she transmigrated.

However, the moment she opened the letter again, all the words on the paper mixed with the ink. Then, they gradually spread out and formed new words.

Libella widened her eyes. Could this be …

[Part Two]

The narrator and familiar Chinese characters appeared together on the paper.

[Rabid Woman]

Libella was at a loss.

The author updated?

027

Davis's Memories

It rained heavily that day, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The wind was also very strong. The sycamore tree next to the Whitechapel was blown down.

The children prayed with me in the room, hoping that the storm would pass quickly.

I didn't like the electric lights. On such a rainy night, the light that could be relied on had to be turned off because of the electricity. Therefore, the room was filled with flickering candles.

The children snuggled up to me. After praying, they sang a poem with me. They were very quiet, like obedient lambs resting in the grass or by the stream, just like in Psalm 23 …

Then there was a sudden knock on the door, and the children became a little nervous.

Yes, in East London, any sound was worth being nervous.

I smiled and patted Anna's head, who was closest to me, and comforted them, "I'll go see who it is, don't be afraid."

The children seemed a little hesitant, but they were very obedient and did not quarrel.

I stood up and walked to the door.

After opening the door, it was her …