[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"I never knew dead people could get students so excited."

When the Scotland Yard police arrived, the area around the deceased had been cleared, but even so, there were some bold and curious people looking around, eager to answer the detectives' questions.

It's a pity that no one can give this man with heavy make-up a name that really belongs to him.

"I guess he's Todd Walton." Moriarty's words drifted into Ciri's ears, and she was clutching her very thick wool roll with both hands and holding a figure-eight rose in her mouth twist clip.

Before she could respond to him, the leading middle-aged detective noticed their conversation. He first whispered a few words to another younger detective, and then walked up to Moriarty, holding the He took out a notebook, scratched something on it, and asked, "Do you know him?"

Moriarty watched the young detective who was given the order lead several investigators upstairs, and then slowly said: "Todd is my student, I gave him a watch, and he still seems to be wearing it. "

He pointed in the direction of the corpse, and in the man's left hand was indeed a silver watch whose dial had been spattered with blood.

"What else does this Todd have?"

"His face is a bit long, and his eyes are brown - I said, if you allow me, I can confirm it directly." He said lightly.But the middle-aged detective stopped holding the pen, and the tip of the pen fell on the notebook.Obviously quite surprised by his fearless expression.

At this time, Shirley, who had recombed his hair, explained for him: "This is Professor James Moriarty, who teaches mathematics at this university. I don't know if you have heard of him recently. Perhaps a person in some When he has outstanding talent on one side, on the other hand, he is always very nervous-it has to be said that he has a high degree of acceptance since he was a child."

The inspector thought for a while, and only when the ink on his pen nib had formed a large black spot, he waved his hand and let Moriarty come in.

"She's my assistant." Moriarty also pulled Ciri in, and turned to her, "You should have seen this Todd."

"I haven't seen your students—I won't—" Ciri broke off in mid-sentence.

Because she remembered that she had indeed seen his students a few days ago.It just so happened that he appeared when she misunderstood him, the brother of the little actor girl.

It's him!Ciri couldn't believe it.He actually died.

"I, I said I won't go!" Shirley knocked off his hand at once, he was not afraid of the bloody people, but she was terribly afraid, okay?She went crazy to be an assistant, "I don't think it's necessary for me to collect materials at the scene, Moriarty, I just need to stand here!"

She just wanted the real material of the Bedford case, not wanting to appear at the murder scene every day!She is just an author who earns her living by writing novels!Not writing the dead man's notebook!

"Ms. is really not suitable for this kind of scene." The inspector followed at the end.

Moriarty didn't intend to stop, and continued to reach out and grab her arm to let her walk with him.And the increasingly thick smell of blood has already poured into the nasal cavity, and her stomach has already produced convulsions like a conditioned reflex, and she can hardly stand it anymore——

Shirley became ruthless, but she couldn't resist Moriarty, who was younger but already an adult. She directly bent down and opened her mouth to bite his hand, and he didn't let go until it hurt him.

Ciri glared at him angrily, but in the next second she could only cover her mouth, turn around and run away.

"Excuse me, but you shouldn't bully your assistant." The inspector put on a sophisticated posture and pulled out a smile, and more wrinkles on his face were squeezed out by him, "It will be very hard in the future, my wife It was very troublesome, and it is still very troublesome.”

Unexpectedly, Moriarty, who was still calm at first, suddenly darkened, and said sullenly, "Do you mean that I like her?"

There was a delicate ocean in his eyes, but dissatisfaction permeated outward, and the way he looked at the man was clearly dissatisfied with his stupidity and meddling.

"Uh, what, just take it as my own guess...but if you treat a lovely lady like this, she will always be scared away."

"You don't know anything, just shut up and don't pretend to be someone who has come to preach to me."

Although Moriarty was only in his early twenties, when he said this, his perverse and ruthless aura really shocked the middle-aged and experienced detective.

He knew that if the young man in front of him was only described as "Professor of Mathematics" by Ciri, it would be an absolute insult to his identity.

He should be angry, shouldn't he?He should be taught a good lesson and let him pay for his rude words.But he actually came up with an idea that he shouldn't contradict him.

God, he's almost fifty, is he still afraid of a kid in his 20s?

"...You said, um, Todd, he is an excellent student?" The detective scratched his head, hesitated to speak, and finally he chose to give up, and changed the topic back to the case.

"Aha, not bad, a bit talented." Moriarty also answered his question, and he became smiling, as if those few unpleasant conversations before did not exist.

The pen tip of the middle-aged detective scribbled a few more words: "A, gifted, student... may be, classmate, jealous..."

"...Is it a pity for you?" Maybe the inspector wanted to comfort Moriarty, or maybe there was a tinge of innate pleasing attitude towards the strong.Anyway, he couldn't help adding another sentence.

Losing a gifted student is hard to avoid.he thought so.

"Oh, what?" Moriarty glanced down at the dial on the corpse's left hand, and the hands on it stopped turning.He calmly replied to the inspector: "It's just a watch."

The inspector was once again at a loss for words by his answer.Because Moriarty was so ruthless, he was talking about the lives of his students, and Moriarty thought he was talking about a watch?

But as a detective who has judged cases for many years, he subconsciously wanted to draw a connection between Moriarty and some extremists.

But he is still an ordinary person, and it is easy to give himself a hint in some aspects. He can only tell himself that Moriarty's brain circuit is just different from ordinary people.

At this moment Moriarty stood with his hands behind his back.

"Homicide?" He looked at the inspector, as if waiting for the inspector's affirmation.

"Yes, that's right. You know a lot, Professor Moriarty." The inspector sighed, "Poor child, although there is no strangle mark on the neck, but the eyeballs are bloodshot. The murderer may have used cloth as the murder weapon. With this strange outfit, does Todd have any hobbies?"

"I'm a math teacher, not a life teacher." He suddenly pointed his finger elsewhere, as if muttering to himself, but he was stubbornly refuting the detective's original opinion: "Xi Li is back, and now she has Ask me, you won't run away."

In the direction of his finger, the girl's face still had an obvious unhappy expression.A few strands of hair were soaked in water and stuck to it, and a few remaining drops of water rolled down to the chin.

With her pace, the familiar flower scent is getting closer, but he doesn't like this smell.

Just like how he felt about Ciri.

Moriarty thought Ciri was a nuisance.

He grew up thinking he was different, he'd had enough of the endless parental squabbles from his strict father and docile mother.

He also can't stand his stupid brother, who can't learn much in a day.

He hated the constant compliments from the guests on how happy their family was, and was tired of being a model student in front of everyone.

The most disgusting thing about him is that he can feel his parents resisting him, as if they are afraid that he will do something out of the ordinary.

Ridiculous, he never does stupid things, subtle calculations are always a natural itinerary in his mind.

Well, since that's the case, he might as well design himself to be seriously ill and let his stupid brother and parents pass.

In this way, his father took him back to his hometown to recuperate, and found a country maid to serve him.

He did have to thank his father for his wise move, he discovered another innate skill in himself besides knowing calculations well-

He really likes to torture people.

The maids around him changed one after another.He loves to see people cry and say "this kid is a monster", man, human beings are so vulnerable.

And his father was determined, and put him directly in the old house to let him grow up alone—oh, not strictly.Also bring a domestic servant with double salary.

It's a pity that when his salary almost doubled, the maid around him still changed every month.

Finally, when he was about to loathe this kind of life - Ciri appeared.

He looked through the window at the carriage parked in front of her house. She was carried down by her father and turned around in an ugly circle like a ballet dancer in a music box.

He didn't know the significance of her doing this, he just thought it was a little funny.

He kind of wanted to see her innocent smiling face turn into a pouting look of grievance.

But now he is a poor boy in bed, and he has to wait.

In a few days, this opportunity came.She came to the door of their house with the box of strawberries in her arms.

He might be too bored, he changed a few sets of clothes in his room, imagining how to meet her, what should he say?

— Hello, my name is James Moriarty?I have stupid parents and a brother with a worrisome IQ?I thought life was boring so I moved here to torture people for fun?

Does this seem too grand?She was just a small prey to deliver strawberries.

Therefore, he decided to maintain the original persona, take off all the formal clothes on his body, and change into his soft nightgown.

He asked the maid to open the door first—this Bailey was not talkative, and he might have been frightened by him.

The door was opened by Bailey, and Moriarty struggled for a few seconds, then poked his head out undisguisedly. He saw a bright-eyed, bright-haired girl expressing her gluttonous desire.

She stuffed the strawberries back into the box and acted like nothing happened.

She said her name was Ciri and she was his neighbor.

"Would you like to come in and sit down? Then you can eat the whole box of strawberries."

He shouldn't be too boring.