[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"You're wrong."

The girl put down the knife and fork, and stared at Moriarty with a pair of fruit green eyes, like a wave about to rage.And those eyes were still slightly red, which happened to remind him of the outrageous behavior he just made.

The young man sitting across from the girl answered her with an "um" unhurriedly, his tone raised slightly, his ice blue pupils drooped down, and he was observing her dissatisfaction through the reflection of the other party's table knife .

Holding a silver table knife, he slowly cut the half-rare steak, swallowed one of them, and then began to respond to her: "Aren't you going to eat it?"

"I was just about to talk about this." Shirley pursed her lips, showing reluctance, "I told you that I want to be fully cooked, but it turned out to be half-cooked. You think my ability to accept it is half an hour. Has it been greatly improved within?"

The badness of Moriarty's childhood is hard to eradicate!When I grow up, I still can't restrain myself from loving people!

"Shirley, you really like to joke." He put down his knife and fork, picked up her cutlery, and slowly began to cut a medium-rare steak for her.

His strength was neither light nor heavy, and his movements were elegant, but he deliberately pushed out the blood from the meat and mixed it with the juice.It's really not Shirley's exaggerated association, it's just that the murder scene just now was too shocking, the blood mixed with the dust on the ground, bloody and terrifying.

She had to refuse to watch the steak cutting scene that made her uncomfortable.

And, this is what she is [-]% sure of—

"You did it on purpose, Moriarty." She raised the goblet on the long table, and was about to put her mouth down to suppress the discomfort in her stomach, but after a while, she realized that it was a glass of red wine, and she suddenly After a while, he put the wine glass back on the table, frowned his beautiful eyebrows and said, "You are so naive."

"You're wronging me. I'm just referring to your favorite food in the past."

Of course he did it on purpose, and he admitted that he enjoyed torturing people and seeing their frightened faces.But novelty is always a matter of time, and for those insignificant people, he quickly lost that excitement.

Ciri is different, as far as the difference... Let's just say that if he doesn't like someone very much, he will generally let that person get out of his sight, lose his job, go to prison, and be exiled , or even death, this is possible.

As for her, when he was a child, he would never tire of things that could make Ciri unhappy.

After that incident, he stopped seeing Ciri, and their connection was cut off.

He thought it was the same, and it was broken when it was broken.Day after day, week after week, there's nothing wrong with it except being a little bored.

It was definitely a coincidence that he met Ciri again, just as there would be an extremely small probability of error in any rigorous theorem.Ciri had changed more than he had imagined, and he had a brief moment to be disappointed that she wasn't as vibrant as she had been as a child.

But going back to the previous sentence - he has to admit that formulas can also make mistakes.When she was wearing the costume made of soft materials, showing her astonished face to her request of "becoming his assistant", he knew that he recklessly defined in advance, and Shirike hadn't changed at all.

He knew that the long-hidden strange factor in him had fully revived.

In the eyes of elegant people, this may be an obscene hobby, such as simply creating some opportunities, and then admiring her indescribable expressions of panic and astonishment.

Why he likes to do this, why Ciri is so different to him, this is another new and unpredictable proposition.

It may be more difficult than the universe and mathematics.

He watched Ciri reluctantly finish the meal, wiped his lips with a napkin, and suggested, "Go back to my office? Let me listen to the interview you prepared."

Ciri rubbed her belly. Moriarty was a sinister and childish kid, and he knew she was nauseated just now, and he wanted to do this—but she also had to admit that the college cafeteria was really delicious, and poor people like her couldn't Don't eat for those angry!

"Can I go back in a detour? I don't want to pass by the scene again." I'm very sorry, the deceased student Todd, let her pray for his soul in her heart!

"Of course, don't worry, the Scotland Yard police will be able to solve this matter quickly."

They stood up and walked towards the teaching building where his office was located. Although Moriarty had been in office for less than a year, he was quite familiar with the route here, and returning this time was a shortcut that was sparsely traveled.

But when they reopened the tan wooden door of his office, there was another person standing inside.

Maybe it was afternoon, the harsh sunlight was refracted by the glass windows, and gently strolled in the room.Modified the man's sharp-edged face to make it a little softer.He was very young, he was at least six feet tall, but very thin, and his long thin fingers played with the globe in the room, making it turn constantly, and his deep, eagle-like gray eyes watched the globe on it. sharp corners.

Ciri glanced at Moriarty, and the latter also showed a puzzled look, it seemed that this was an unexpected visitor.

Still, as a professor, it's no surprise that students are waiting for him in his office.

"Do you have any questions, classmate?" Moriarty asked gently.

The face of the student being questioned turned around, and it was Shirley who had a sense of déjà vu first.

He... so familiar... Where did you see him?

And the student seemed to be confirming his conjecture, "Shiri? Shiri Bird?"

—He really knew me!what to do!I can't even pronounce his name!

Shirley's brain was running at high speed, trying to search for the boy's name in her mind. She shouldn't have any indissoluble bond with any young boy in the past few years!

Xu Shi could see the confusion on Shirley's face, and the young man who upheld the spirit of a gentleman began to introduce himself, "I am Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes. I don't think you will forget that I have another Mycroft's brother."

It was Sherlock!No wonder she found it so familiar!It's just that Sherlock was very young when she moved...

It's just that I'm a little familiar with my ex-boyfriend's younger brother, but I don't seem to be that familiar...

"Ah! My dear brother!" After a fierce ideological struggle, Ciri stepped forward to give Sherlock a hug, and patted his shoulder vigorously.Only a delicate fan is needed to completely imitate the group of older women in the market, "I haven't seen you for a few years, you have grown so big!"

"Let's reminisce about the past." Moriarty, who had been ignored for a long time, finally spoke, staring at Ciri's hand with an expression of "what are you doing?" "What's your business, Holmes?" he asked in an inquiring tone.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock also looked at him with a penetrating gaze, "I just want to ask you a few math questions, Professor Moriarty."

Moriarty looked sideways at the globe that was about to stop, and then glanced at the room before continuing to answer him: "It seems that you have been thinking hard in my office and searching for the truth for a long time, but you have not found an answer. Only I will help you in person. Answered."

Ciri had a feeling that there was something in their conversation, and even she felt that the sex was strong enough to fight.

Perhaps it was an illusion, she remembered that the younger brother of the Holmes family was also a smart person—of course, all those who can come to school here are smart people.She was referring to the quality that is more upward than cleverness, greater than or equal to genius.

I remember that even though he solved many appalling cases since he was a child, he was kidnapped because of this. This experience is not good.But is she going to study academics now-wait a minute, why didn't she think of writing a detective novel based on Sherlock?The cases he solved are obviously more and more real, which is amazing.

Oh, well, it's better for her to have less contact with her ex-boyfriend's younger brother, in order to save some government/government officials looking for her.

—We Moriarty are doing pretty well too!Anyway, now he is famous!

While comparing Sherlock and James, she tried to condense all the essence of them to Mr. Murray.While pacing back and forth in Moriarty's office, he hoped that they would soon finish their discussions on mathematics and chemistry.

She found that when Moriarty was discussing with the students, he looked like a solemn priest delivering the will of God. No, saying that would deify him a bit.But as it turned out, she had to say, he was charming in his transfer of knowledge.

He was about the same height as his student, with his head tilted slightly, black hair brushed against his pale skin, and the sunlight fell on his skin, from Ciri's perspective, it looked like white silk was reflecting light.

She sat by a bookshelf, quietly observing them, thinking that she must write this picture.

"You must have been waiting for a long time, Ciri." After an unknown amount of time, she began to miss the afternoon tea time, and Moriarty suddenly turned her head to her, "This must have bored you."

"How could it be? If it wasn't for the strong academic atmosphere, I would also like to join you."

Moriarty could tell she was lying, after all, she looked away, her voice was phony, and she was running her fingers through her wavy honey curls again.

"It's impolite to keep a lady waiting, even though I've already done so." He walked to his desk, his hands seemed to want to pour himself a cup of tea, "I always have to make up for it."

"There is an art exhibition in London this weekend. I think you can't miss it. I still like one of the painters. His name is Basil Howard. Let's go and see it, Ciri."

Ciri was still thinking about whether she should agree to the invitation. It wasn't that she didn't want to go, but she was thinking about something very realistic—she didn't have any nice clothes to wear!She didn't want to act like a savage.

But it was Shirley who found that Sherlock's reaction was very strange. He frowned and looked at Moriarty suspiciously.

"It just so happens that I'm going too."