Anne sat stiffly on a rock by the side of the road for a few minutes.
There was no light around, which meant that there was no one around. There was only a few cold rays of light from the stars in the sky above her head.
She stood up and looked in the direction where Shylock disappeared for a few seconds. Then she turned back to look at the path they came from.
In the end, she decided to stay where she was.
Shylock said that Darcy would be here soon, so it should be soon. It was just that time became extremely slow at this time.
The grass around them was so quiet that even the sound of the wind blowing could be heard clearly.
Anne tried not to let her imagination run wild. She believed that she was safe. Although Shylock sometimes acted arrogant and indifferent, if there was really any danger here, he would definitely not leave her behind.
Yes, she just had to do as he said and wait here for Darcy and the others to come.
Anne walked back to the big rock by the side of the road and sat down.
Although she had lived two lives and experienced life and death, Anne really didn't have much courage.
But after a while, fear was not the only thing she was worried about. Although it was already spring, the warmth of the day had completely disappeared at this time. The wind at night blew on her body with the coolness of the grass. Especially when she sat still like this, she soon felt that her hands and feet were cold.
Anne sighed. She had no choice but to stand up and move her hands and feet. She couldn't help but mutter in her heart, didn't he say that it would be soon? It turned out that Detective Shylock also had times when he miscalculated.
Just as she was cursing in her heart, she suddenly heard the faint sound of conversation.
Annie hurriedly looked over. Under the night sky, a few figures were moving towards them.
"Darcy?" She asked tentatively.
"Anne?"
"Miss Deboer?"
Anne heard that the people who responded to her were Darcy and Bentley. She finally let out a sigh of relief and walked a few steps towards them.
Darcy was already walking quickly towards her.
Seeing that it was really Anne, and that she was standing alone by the side of the road, Darcy was very surprised.
He thought that she had returned to the Netherfield Garden with Shylock.
"Miss Deboer, why are you here?" Obviously, Darcy was not the only one who was surprised. Mr. Bentley had already asked first.
"Well, I was going to Carter Manor with Mr. Holmes …"
But as soon as Anne said this, Mr. Bentley looked even more surprised.
Seeing Bentley's expression, Anne realized that the whole Longbourn village knew that there was a murder in Carter's manor. It was indeed surprising that a young lady like her would try to get close to the crime scene.
But since she had already said so much, she could only finish her sentence. "But halfway there, I couldn't walk anymore." How embarrassing.
Darcy, however, was concerned about something else. "He left you here alone?"
Obviously, Mr. Darcy wasn't in a good mood when he said that, because he didn't even call Mr. Holmes by his name.
"No." Anne lied. "I asked Mr. Holmes to leave first, and I stayed here to wait for you. You know, he's a detective, and he can help more with what happened to Mr. Carter. "
In the face of Anne's answer, Darcy didn't say anything else, but his cold expression didn't soften at all. Obviously, in Mr. Darcy's opinion, no matter the reason, leaving a young lady on the side of the road wasn't something a gentleman should do, especially at night.
Compared to Darcy, Dr. Watson knew his roommate and partner better. He was almost certain that Shylock had left Anne on the side of the road and rushed to the crime scene himself. This was something he was capable of doing.
Watson was a little surprised that Anne would defend Shylock, and he couldn't help but look at the delicate aristocratic lady.
Shylock, of course, told Watson everything about Anne. At first, Watson was very surprised because Miss Anne De Boer didn't look any different. Compared to other young ladies of this era, she seemed a little taciturn.
But Watson believed that Shylock's judgment wouldn't be wrong.
"I'm sorry, Miss Deboer," Watson apologized on behalf of Shylock. "You know Shylock, he …" Watson seemed to be trying to find the right word to describe it.
But Anne had already smiled and said, "I know, Dr. Watson. Mr. Holmes is just anxious to solve the case. That's good, isn't it? He's an admirable detective, "although he never needed such admiration.
Anne wasn't angry. She was in no position to be angry. Shylock didn't have the responsibility to take care of and accommodate her. To be precise, they weren't even friends.
John Watson didn't meet many people who had a positive opinion of Shylock, so it was conceivable that Anne's image in his heart immediately became a little warmer.
Sensing the friendly smile on Watson's face, Anne returned a smile.
Although she had met up with the team, Anne didn't want to go to Carter Manor with them to watch the murder scene.
So when Darcy stood in front of her and said, "Let's go, I'll send you back to Netherfield Garden," Anne hurriedly nodded.
But what was going on? That was a problem.
This place wasn't close to Netherfield Garden, and Darcy and his team had walked over.
Clearly, Darcy had also realized the problem, but the carriage had already been used to send Caroline back to Netherfield Garden.
"Miss Deboer, if you don't mind, Carter Manor isn't far up ahead. I can get the servants to arrange a carriage to send you back."
Anne looked up and saw that it was a young girl with red eyes who spoke. Her voice was very low, as if she was suppressing immense grief.
Because of the murder, probably all the men in Longbourn were here. The girl who spoke was the only woman in the group, and the maid whom Anne had met earlier who had gone to deliver the news.
"This is Miss Carter," one of the old gentlemen introduced her to Anne.
She heard the same surname. Anne immediately understood that this was probably the daughter of Mr. Carter, who had met with an accident.
Miss Carter weakly curtsied to Anne.
Anne hurriedly returned the greeting.
The Carter family's manor was the closest manor nearby. Anne had no choice but to follow everyone to Carter Manor first.
In the dark of the night, Annie followed everyone's footsteps and walked with her head down.
Until a very soft voice came from beside him, "Annie."
"Huh?"
She responded with a grunt. But the other party didn't say anything else.
Anne turned her head and looked at Darcy in confusion.
Darcy was a little embarrassed by her stare.
He actually wanted to ask why she was here with Mr. Holmes.
Darcy knew very well that although Anne seemed gentle, she wasn't that easy to persuade. She was just good at being gentle and sticking to her principles without batting an eyelid.
Going to a murder scene wasn't something she would do.
But what came out of Darcy's mouth was, "Tired?"
Anne smiled. "I'm fine. I was very tired before, but after resting for a while, I'm much better now. "
From afar, she could already see the shadow of a house.
A moment ago, at the lively ball, Anne had thought that everyone from Longbourn had come. But obviously not. At least, Mr. Carter, who was lying in a pool of blood, wasn't present.
At the entrance of the heavy manor, Annie stopped in her tracks and didn't go any further.
Darcy glanced at her and stopped as well.
Miss Carter dragged her sadness and asked the servant to arrange a carriage for them.
Anne felt a little guilty. "Miss Carter, my condolences …"
She spoke very softly because she knew that no words could comfort her when it came to life and death.
"Oh my god! Where did Mrs. Carter go? Why can't I find her anywhere? God bless me, did something happen to Mrs. Carter too … "
From afar, Anne heard the maid's anxious voice.
She recalled that the maid had appeared at the ballroom to inform Mrs. Carter, but it turned out that she hadn't been found. …
On the carriage back to Netherfield Garden, Anne and Darcy didn't speak for a long time.
The misfortune of Carter Manor and Miss Carter's grief easily reminded Anne of her previous life.
"Death is really the scariest thing in this world." Annie only realized that she had spoken her mind out loud when she said that.
Sensing Darcy's gaze, Anne returned a pale smile.
Mr. Darcy frowned. He wasn't good at comforting people. After a pause, he said stiffly, "What happened to Mr. Carter was just an accident."
Anne nodded.
It was just that they never knew when accidents would happen to them.
If death represented the end of life, then those who remained had to live with sorrow.
She turned to look at the endless grassland outside the carriage. Under the night sky, it stretched silently to the end of the world.
"I miss Mother and Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng. And the beautiful and lovely Lisa. "
Hearing her mention Rosings, a gentle smile appeared on Darcy's handsome face. They had too many common memories in that place.
"If you want, I can accompany you back at any time."
Anne smiled. "Okay." She thought of something and paused. "But I have to go to London with Holmes and Mr. Watson first."
"To London?" Darcy was surprised that she was going with the detective.
"Yes." Anne didn't know how to explain.
"Darcy." Her voice became a little hoarse. "Please forgive me for not telling you the reason now. Maybe one day."
If she had to tell this secret to someone one day, it would probably be Darcy.
Darcy was silent for a moment before saying, "I'll go with you."
Anne shook her head. "You can't help me with this, Darcy. Even I'm probably just going to prove it. I can't help you either. "
Darcy looked at her with his black and bright eyes without saying a word.
Feeling his worry and concern, the warmth in Annie's heart melted into a smile. "I'll be back soon, Darcy. Then I'll go to Pemberley with my mother. I miss Georgiana very much, and the beautiful lawns and woods of Pemberley. "
Yes, it would be soon.
There would only be two results of the trip to London.
If he left, she would return to her peaceful and stable life.
If he couldn't leave …
If he couldn't leave, what did his future have to do with her?
He was Sherlock Holmes, and she was just an ordinary country girl with no redeeming qualities. Whether it was the 21st century or the 19th century, he was the person on the TV screen that she looked up to from afar.
At this time, no one thought that there was a third possibility.
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In Carter Manor, Shylock saw John Watson walking over alone. Mr. Holmes ignored the other unimportant faces. He glanced behind Watson indifferently and didn't see the figure he expected. His gaze paused imperceptibly.
"Where's Anne?" That troublesome shortie couldn't have gotten lost, right?
Watson froze for a moment before realizing that Shylock was talking about Miss Anne De Boer. Were they so familiar with each other that they called each other by their names?
With this question in mind, Dr. Watson replied, "Miss Deboer and Mr. Darcy returned to Netherfield Garden."
After getting the answer he wanted, Mr. Holmes arrogantly retracted his gaze.
"What did you find?" Watson frowned and approached Mr. Carter, who was lying miserably on the sofa in the living room.
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