After reading the entrepreneur's reply, Libella could roughly guess what Sherlock's commission was and why Sherlock said that they would meet again.

Www. +.

In fact, Libella didn't ask any outrageous questions. She probably wanted to compete with Sherlock. She was trying to get information from the entrepreneur without anyone noticing. Fortunately, she succeeded.

Libella asked a lot of questions, but most of them were used to confuse the focus, such as when and where the dog went missing. There were only a few questions she really wanted to ask.

First, what was Joan Froman's occupation? This question could more or less help her speculate why she didn't go to the hospital for treatment after being bitten by a dog. Was it because of money or time? Second, what was the relationship between Joan and the entrepreneur? She had never dared to ask this question, but this time, she mentioned it a little. Third, who was the entrepreneur's personal enemy?

Of course, these questions were also to serve the commission she received, but they were more to satisfy her curiosity.

Fortunately, the entrepreneur was …?

Aluminum Huaidu?

Escaping Gingival Collapse?

Plucking Shan Si Zhong with an excuse?

Plucking Huang's Tomb?

Dumbass?

Bunny Tart Zi Mu Jian privately hugged Xiang Nai?

Crooked Scabbard

Not only that, but she also wondered if she and Sherlock had received the opposite commission.

The entrepreneur had entrusted her with the task of finding the flower sender who had threatened him.

But the commission Sherlock received was probably …

Libella hovered the mouse over a line of words and slowly selected these two words.

surrogate

motherhood

Surrogate mother.

The commission Sherlock received was probably related to the child of the surrogate mother.

Libella closed her eyes and recalled that she saw Joan at 2781 Fourteenth Street today. Was her abdomen …

Her memory was a little hazy, and she couldn't completely recall the state of Joan's death. But she was sure that her abdomen didn't bulge. Otherwise, she would have noticed it.

That was to say, Joan died after the child was born.

Where did the child go?

Maybe this was Sherlock's commission.

Libella fell into deep thought, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

She felt that her and Sherlock's assignments were probably reversed. They were asking Sherlock to track down the whereabouts of a child, and asking her, a dabbler, to track down the suspected culprit who had sent the flower. This was really —

No, that might not be the case!

Libella was stunned. She carefully read the long speech of the entrepreneur. How could she be so careless and ignore the client's intentions?

The client didn't want her to know too much, so she was only presented with an identity related to a murder case. But in reality, it was nothing more than the identity of the flower sender.

However, if he wanted to track down the child's whereabouts, not only would he need to know the identity of the sender, he would also need to know more about the entrepreneur's private affairs.

If she guessed correctly, the entrepreneur probably wanted her to help Sherlock unknowingly find the child.

As for the so-called flower sender …

Libella bit her lower lip.

He was too careless.

Yes, if she followed the conventional train of thought, of course, she would first check the situation of the post office. After failing to find anything, she might think of going to Joan Froman's residence.

However, she skipped the first step and went to Joan's residence first to satisfy her curiosity.

The reason why she did this was nothing more than her guess — the flower sender wanted to use the woman's death to threaten the entrepreneur.

So she felt that the flower sender might be the person who killed Joan.

However, after going to 14th Street, she almost rejected her guess. Joan died of rabies, and her relationship with the flower sender was very weak. It was so weak that there was no evidence to prove that they knew each other.

Her train of thought wasn't correct, but instead, it led her to know more things by accident.

The entrepreneur didn't say more in the letter, but he honestly listed a few names for Libella. They were the people who the entrepreneur thought had a personal grudge against him.

Libella narrowed her eyes.

Very well, she didn't want to follow the client's train of thought now. She felt that following Sherlock's path might be more exciting.

Anyway, as long as she found the truth of Joan's death, she would eventually know the identity of the flower sender. What was wrong with taking a big detour?

Then the most noteworthy point now was here — the surrogate mother.

No wonder Sherlock said that they would meet again.

After all, with their shared memories, who else could they think of when they talked about surrogate mothers?

The child that Hathaway risked her life to protect, Suni, the child who used to live in Whitechapel, was also a surrogate child, wasn't she?

She still remembered what Hathaway said in the warehouse that day. She said that she knew little about the darkness in East London.

She was referring to the underground surrogacy group in East London.

It was time to visit Suni.

Libella thought.

The mouse in her hand unconsciously clicked on a familiar webpage. It was the personal page of Detective Sherlock Holmes. Compared with Watson's blog, which was related to him, he had much fewer visitors. After all, no one understood what he was talking about. For example, what was the use of the difference between 243 types of cigarette ash?

It was hard to remember and difficult to apply. Naturally, it was not as interesting as the thrilling detective stories on Watson's blog.

Libella felt relieved and left a message below.

ms

G: I'll be there at two o 'clock tomorrow afternoon. You know where it is, my dear.

She smiled happily, and her tone was practiced and vicious, as if she was an experienced lover. From her message and the ID she used, it was impossible to tell that she was actually a beautiful blonde girl.

Libella browsed through Sherlock Holmes's other important discoveries, except for the cigarette ash. She yawned and subconsciously refreshed the webpage, only to see a sudden reply.

… Tsk, she was actually instantly replied by her idol?

She was overjoyed!

Libella smiled even more brightly, and then clicked on the reply.

ms

G: I'll be there at two o 'clock tomorrow afternoon. You know where it is, my dear.

Sh: Got it.

Daughter, you go in peace.

Libella: "…"

She didn't think that Sherlock was taking advantage of her.

Matthew 9: 22: Jesus turned and saw her, and said, "Daughter, don't worry!

Your letter saved you. "From then on, the woman was healed.

… Go in peace.

She thought of Davis again. Yes, Davis might have said this to someone, and Sherlock heard it.

Davis also often said, "Daughter, go in peace."

But if Jesus knew about the surrogacy, would he think it was darkness?

She was silent for a moment, and then sighed.