030

Suni and the graveyard

After arriving in East London, the driver immediately left, as if it was already very difficult for him to drive them there.

Libella looked at the tail lights of the taxi and clicked her tongue in wonder.

"By the way, why is the graveyard related to the surrogate mother?"

The three of them walked towards the graveyard together. Looking at the rows of tombstones in front of them, Watson thought of this question belatedly.

Libella glanced at Sherlock, who was looking around. Obviously, he did not intend to answer the question. Libella felt that he might be too lazy to answer.

However, Dr. Watson was really good-tempered. He had always spoiled him. Whether he was willing to explain or not, he would accept it.

Libella answered patiently, "Because Suni's surrogate mother is dead, and Hathaway will definitely bring her to see the lady."

"Dead?" John was stunned.

Libella thought for a while and said, "Yes. Although Hathaway didn't say it explicitly that day, she implied that the woman was dead. Otherwise, why would she protect Suni with all her might instead of protecting the surrogate mother directly?"

So that's why …

Watson was stunned. He suddenly thought of Hathaway's regretful expression that day. Yes, if she could protect the surrogate mother directly, why would she spend so much effort to protect Suni?

"But what does this have to do with solving the case?" Watson continued to ask and walked side by side with her.

Libella touched her chin and said, "Hmm … Let me think about how to explain it. Ah … Let's think about it this way.

If you are Hathaway, you will always be regarded as a born criminal … "

"Born criminal?" Watson frowned.

Sherlock, who was walking in front, also turned to look at her.

Tsk, why did he let it slip again?

Libella said calmly, "Yes, it's a book I've been reading recently. Cesare Lombroso's' Natural Born Criminals'. I think this book is very interesting. Why else do you think I named myself Lady Cesare?"

Watson said thoughtfully, "So you're reading this book because of Hathaway?"

"Yes, you can go and have a look if you're interested. It's in Section D of the city library," Libella continued. "In short, if you're Hathaway, you've been wronged, you've been homeless, and you have no relatives or friends. At this moment of despair, there's such a humble person who warms your heart …"

Watson's eyes dimmed.

Libella continued, "And this person, she also relied on darkness to survive, but she always had hope in her heart. But in the end, she died because of this darkness."

She said in a patient tone, "If you're such a person, and you bring her 'daughter' to her grave at this time, then will you …?"

"I will definitely …" Watson thought for a moment. "I will make Suni remember her."

"The premise is that Suni is protected."

Libella said one by one, "You can't let Suni know that the surrogate is her mother, and you can't let Suni pay too much attention to the surrogate mother. Otherwise, Suni will go home and tell her parents about it. But you still have to let Suni remember her."

"Is that possible?" Watson frowned.

Libella shrugged. "I don't know. After all, that's the result of the Ripper, who shook London for a long time. How can I think of it all at once?"

… So the two of them looked at Sherlock tacitly.

Sherlock was already standing in front of a tombstone. There was a faint smile and excitement at the corner of his mouth. He slowly squatted down and reached out to rub the tombstone. There seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes.

Watson asked again, "Why —" Is it this tombstone?

Before he could finish, Libella knew what he was asking. "Hathaway wouldn't give up what's near for what's far away. What I mean is, if the surrogate mother was still alive, she wouldn't have gone to protect Suni. So that woman must have died before Suni had an impression of Hathaway. So she has been dead for at least three years. In addition, this is East London. It's almost impossible for a relationship to last three years, so the tombstone has been dilapidated for three years."

"Among the dirty tombstones, the cleaner one is the surrogate mother's …?" Watson turned to look at her.

"Yes." Libella nodded and smiled at him. "Congratulations, you got it right!"

Watson smiled and put his hands on his hips. "Hey, the work of a detective isn't difficult."

Libella couldn't help but laugh.

In fact, there weren't many people in East London who were willing to seriously buy a cemetery. Otherwise, it would take a long time to find a tombstone from three years ago. But a cemetery in East London …

Libella looked around. She felt that this wasn't a cemetery at all. The only difference from a mass grave was that there were marbles with words written on them.

Why did Hathaway bury her here?

Why didn't she bury her in a better place?

When Libella and Watson walked to the tombstone, Sherlock had already stood up. He glanced at the two people who were walking slowly and left without hesitation.

The two brushed past him and didn't ask him to stay.

When Sherlock Holmes was thinking like a fountain, who had the guts to ask him to slow down?

Libella glanced at Sherlock's tall back and whistled. She joked with Watson. "Why don't you be my assistant?

You can also write a biography or something. "

"It's worth considering," he replied with a smile. Then, he squatted in front of the tombstone with Libella.

There was a clean spot on the tombstone. It was probably cleaned by Sherlock just now. There was a line of words written on it. It was probably the surrogate mother's name.

She finally met her.

She had deep facial features, thick eyebrows, and bright eyes. There was a gentle and kind smile on her face. Her skin was slightly dark. She might have been smuggled in from the war-torn areas of North Africa or the Middle East and lived in London.

That made sense. Otherwise, why would she be a surrogate mother in East London …

Libella pursed her lips.

Wait, her name was …

Nancy Firuman.

… Joan Froman?

Firuman?

Was this the name of the so-called underground surrogacy group?

No, it wasn't just that!

The person in the photo was obviously not British. Then why did she use the name Nancy?

Yes, since it was an underground surrogacy group, how could they use their real names to leave evidence?

In this case, were the so-called Joan and Nancy just pseudonyms?

Libella's face darkened.

"So Hathaway used this method to make Suni remember this surrogate mother."

Watson murmured and pointed at another clean spot on the tombstone. It was probably also cleaned by Sherlock. Libella followed his finger and saw that it was a simple drawing of a violin.

So that was it.

Nina Hathaway, a music teacher?