005

A trip to Whitechapel.

Libella followed Benben as he shuttled through the streets and alleys, admiring the city as if she was looking at flowers on horseback. She saw everything, no matter how big or small. Occasionally, she would reach out to touch the collar on her neck, and she would see a person, or a ghost, who had died in a strange posture in a small corner.

Libella was not afraid at all. Although these guys did look scary, it was only on the surface. After realizing that they did not have any consciousness, Libella regarded them as part of the landscape of London.

However, while she did not feel afraid, she did not feel uncomfortable, even if she passed through a ghost in the next second.

"Libella, follow me."

Benben scolded her with the unique nasal voice of a teenager. "Don't look around all the time. It will arouse suspicion."

"Suspicion of what?" Libella blinked curiously.

"Suspicion that we are stealing money …" Benben looked around cautiously and answered her in a low voice.

Libella had an epiphany. She remembered that the traffic policeman had just said that her friends were always secretly robbing.

Well, it seemed that this was also the setting in the novel. Libella's homeless children were driven out of a dilapidated orphanage in East London. No one took care of them, and they did not want to be taken care of, so they started to steal.

But the children were so clever that they were like natural pickpockets. No one noticed their skills, except for Sherlock.

After Sherlock exposed the children's little tricks, he won the children's respect. Since then, the children had established a relationship with Sherlock.

Yes, this was the problem with the characters that Libella said.

Although the female protagonist was a timid little girl who did not dare to be angry or say anything, it did not mean that stealing was right. Not to mention, Sherlock actually used their trust to get them to help him enter and leave dangerous places.

'Please!'

Was Sherlock really such a wicked person?

Sherlock, who was far away in 221b Baker Street, was flipping through the newspapers of the past five years.

When he put down the last stack, he sat back on his sofa, palms facing each other, fingers touching, and closed his eyes. The news of the murders in the newspapers with a long span of time was outlined in his mind. There was only one key word — Whitechapel.

"Sherlock!

What are you doing? "

Mrs. Hudson pushed the door and shouted in surprise. She stood at the door, not knowing whether to enter or not. There were newspapers everywhere in the room, and there was no place to step.

Sherlock, whose thoughts were interrupted, opened his eyes and glanced in Mrs. Hudson's direction. He stood up and walked over. There was a small space between the newspapers, which perfectly fit his tall figure and long legs. It could be said that he made full use of every inch of space in the apartment. However, it was only suitable for himself. Even if John came back, he probably would not know where to step.

"Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock took the teacup from her tray, then turned around and closed the door indifferently. Before Mrs. Hudson could tell him to treat the apartment well, she heard his last sentence. "But don't disturb me upstairs. I'm thinking."

Mrs. Hudson opened her mouth, but there was only the closed door in front of her. She stood at the door for a while and sighed helplessly. "When can you change your bad temper? And — Sherlock, I'm warning you, treat this apartment well —"

She raised her voice and shouted at the door, but as usual, she did not get any response.

Mrs. Hudson felt that she was worried sick for this guy. Poor old housekeeper …

On the other side, there was a poor little housekeeper who was worried sick.

Libella said to Zheng Tai in an earnest tone, "Benben, actually … I think, we don't need to do this kind of work. You see, with this kind of money, even taking the subway will make us nervous."

"Then do you have any ideas?"

Benben disdainfully said, "Libella, what good ideas can you come up with? Just stop talking and obediently go in with me."

When the two of them went through the security check, they indeed received special looks from the security personnel. Benben looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. Libella was even more helpless.

Libella touched the collar on her neck, thought for a moment, and then trotted a few steps behind Benben. She pulled the teenager's sleeve in a fawning manner, hoping to make him less resistant. After all, to suddenly mention this kind of thing, for the children who were already used to stealing and robbing, it would indeed cause rejection.

Libella continued to say gently, "I do have a good way to make money. It's safer, faster, and depends on our own ability. The most important thing is that it's absolutely legitimate."

Her sincere tone made Benben a little uncomfortable. He choked for a moment and could not think of anything to say to stop her. He could only withdraw his gaze and change the topic. "Let's talk about it when we get back. Right now, we're going to Whitechapel."

Libella generously smiled at him. "Okay."

Benben became even more uncomfortable. He could only grab Libella's hand in the crowded subway and say in a rough voice, "Don't be distracted!

If you get lost, we'll have to spend money to look for you everywhere!

Don't make me worry about taking care of you! "

Libella helplessly shrugged. This child … Just who was taking care of who?

She glanced at the muscular man carrying the box behind Benben. When the muscular man lifted the box just now, he almost accidentally swung Benben to the side. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and pulled him in her direction.

But as long as the child was happy, Libella did not care. At that moment, the anticipation for Whitechapel returned to her heart and completely surpassed the pain of squeezing into the subway.

After a long bumpy ride in the subway, Benben suddenly turned his head. For the first time since they met, he looked directly at Libella and said seriously, "Libella, you've been a little strange since the beginning."

With her left hand being held by the youth, Libella calmly pulled her other hand back. She maintained a harmless smile on her face and acted innocently to the youth without any psychological pressure. "Hehe, because everyone is very good to me. Libella also wants to be a useful person."

Benben suddenly turned his head. His ears began to turn red and he refused to say another word to Libella.

Li Bella looked at him with great interest for a while. When she was sure that he would not turn his head, she raised her right hand that she had just pulled back. There was a clean piece of paper in her bony fingertips. There were only a few lines of words written casually with a ballpoint pen. There was no signature on the paper. It looked more like notes written when one was thinking than a clear message.

Why did Sherlock give Benben such an ambiguous piece of paper? In order to avoid any accidents, shouldn't things for children be as clear as possible?

… Oh right, I forgot to mention. When she was helping Benben avoid the threat of the box, she took this piece of paper from his pocket.

It was better to leave such a dangerous piece of "Prince Charming's Authentic Handwriting" to her for safekeeping.

Libella blinked and thought happily.

However, the youth who was played by her was still shy. He did not notice that Libella was focused on the key words on the paper, trying to piece together a complete message.

Whitechapel, Davis, April … What does this mean?

"Did Davis die in Whitechapel in April?"

"Someone came to Whitechapel in April, and that person was called Davis?"

Li Bella's imagination ran wild, but there was no basis for her to make a reasonable conjecture.

Okay, I give up.

Libella thought dejectedly and stuffed the piece of paper into the pocket of her windbreaker.

Forget it. If I can't think of it, Benben definitely can't think of it either. I'll see what he does when the time comes.

Hmm … However, Sherlock only gave Benben three simple words. One thing was clear: he didn't want Benben to know what he was doing, so this could be considered a protective measure.

Libella smiled. She seemed to have thought of all sorts of ways to absolve Sherlock.

He was supposed to have a high-functioning antisocial personality. Perhaps he was just happy to let this group of underage children experience dangers. So what?

She shrugged. Anyway, it was a fanfiction. Such behavior must be the author's fault. The author wrote an OOC character, so it must be like this!

Once out of the subway, Libella felt as if she had traveled half a century. London was still bustling just now, but now there were only low houses and a few factories left. It didn't even look like the same city.

"Whitechapel is that way," Benben pulled her. "Let's go. Follow me closely."

Libella didn't say much and quickly followed Benben's footsteps. She watched him walk out of the subway station and take a few turns. Along the way, she saw that it was dirtier than before. What floated on the river was not duckweed, but a thin layer of oil.

Hmm, okay. The gap between the rich and the poor was understandable.

"We're almost there." Benben turned to look at her and hesitated. "Are, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Libella blinked, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Up to you."

Benben turned his head awkwardly and walked forward, saying loudly, "You didn't eat yesterday and today, and you say you're fine. In that case, I won't take out the bread. Hmm … If you beg me, there may be room for negotiation. Hmm, Libella, what do you think —"

Benben turned his head and found that Libella had fainted on the side of the road. Her eyelids covered her blue eyes. Her face was pale, and she frowned in pain. Her hand was unconsciously clutching her stomach.

Benben was dumbfounded. Wasn't she fine just now?

Why did she collapse just like that?!

— — She was fine just now because she didn't know. This kind of setting requires consideration of cause and effect. It only works after knowing.

Realizing this, the transmigrator newbie Libella hated Benben to death. She was really dragged down by her teammate. Did he have to tell her now?!

Benben squatted down in a panic, but he didn't know how to stop Libella from frowning. She was smiling at him just now. Why …

Just as he was at a loss, a gentle and pleasant voice came from behind him.

"Ben?

Are you there?

What happened? "