[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

Ciri found herself a little naive.

Before she was famous, she just thought about how to write a famous work.But now, as a popular writer just starting out with a little traffic, she discovered a big problem before the upcoming art exhibition date-she didn't have enough money.

Of course, this is not the kind of fiscal deficit problem where you spend a few pennies to buy groceries today and see if you have a few shillings left in the balance at the end of the month.

In celebrity circles, it's important to dress appropriately.People are visual animals, and your clothes almost represent your identity. No matter how down-and-out people are, they will dress themselves carefully to match the occasion, so as to obtain greater benefits.

Although this is just an ordinary art exhibition, it is also a party.Her appearance must not be shabby. For her, this requirement can still be fulfilled.

She dug out a large box from under the bed in her room, and took out a brass key that was used as a bookmark from her favorite yellowing copy of "Little Dorrit" on the desk.

Shirley aimed it at the keyhole, and the lock cylinder, which had not been lubricated for many years, was a little difficult to turn. When she almost felt that the copper key was about to be twisted by her, she finally opened the box——there were several bodies inside. Very gorgeous dress in very good condition.

Ashamed to say, but this is the only property she has left.She didn't want to use them unless it was absolutely necessary.

These clothes were all packed out of the manor by her a few years ago. Although they were barely wearable, they were out of fashion.But she can pawn it, which should be a considerable income.In this way, she can choose to rent a relatively better dress, and the rest of the money can also be used for the next banquet.

As for food, she can still rely on the first Mr. Murray.

If not, the owner of the pawn shop deducted several points from the things she brought, but this was enough. She took the exchanged pounds to the tailor's shop to rent a good dress, and by the way, the owner of the pawn shop cosmetics, and when she waited for the reserved carriage, she could go to meet Moriarty.

Hope to know some high-level people, she thought so.

"Have a nice day, dear lady." The coachman politely took off his felt hat and saluted, and helped her out of the carriage in a gentlemanly manner.

She inquired about the time and learned that it was still a little short of the agreed time, so she was hesitating whether to go back to the carriage and wait a little longer.

"You don't have to wait, Shirley." As if she could hear her thoughts, the young man's voice reached her ears like this. He got off the carriage, dressed in all black It was a dark suit, but she could tell the quality of the material at a glance.

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, and said briskly, "The time is just right, let's go."

Moriarty motioned for her to hold her hand, and she did as she did, but when she just stepped into the art exhibition hall organized by Mrs. Looking around, the person who displeased him turned out to be Sherlock Holmes.

If I guessed right, her trip to Oxford last time should be the first meeting between the two.

How can the relationship be so bad?A math professor hates a chemistry student so much?

And Holmes also saw them, maybe he had already done the leg raising action, he strode forward and gave Ciri a gentlemanly salute: "You are also beautiful tonight, Miss Ciri."

"Oh, thank you." Ciri also returned a salute, but she and Mycroft hadn't been born long before Sherlock was born, so she couldn't be more eager.Then, she felt that her response was dry, so she added: "You are also quite handsome."

Alas, it feels even more embarrassing...

The atmosphere seemed frozen, Moriarty didn't speak, and Sherlock didn't move.Xili wanted to escape from this weird atmosphere quickly, so he could only continue to chat awkwardly as a topic starter: "I thought you were as socially intolerant as your brother, you know, any gathering with more than three people may only It takes a typhoon to blow him out of the house."

"Oh, Ciri, you may not know me very well, I'm just a little better than my brother."

"Of course I don't know you anymore. You were only two years old when I moved away, and I hugged you when you were one year old."

...Oops, the atmosphere is starting to get freezing cold again.

But this made Moriarty laugh, "Since you don't like socializing, you are interested in this gathering, which is quite interesting."

"After all, appreciating art is a great expansion of human thinking." Sherlock replied immediately, "I think, when it comes to the influence of art, Professor Moriarty should know better than me."

Ciri didn't know why the conversation between them was so ambiguous, and she even thought that Moriarty failed his department to make the hatred between the two so strong.

Just when she decided to run away alone, the appearance of two more people made her think that it was a big mistake to participate in any art exhibition this time!

"Shirley, it's really you!"

This opening line is so familiar, Caroline in a rococo dress fanned her feather fan, and walked slowly in small steps, "I didn't even expect to meet you here!"

Behind her was Darcy, who was wearing a double-breasted dark blue suit. He had no expression on his face. He was probably begged by Caroline to accompany her around, and he was helplessly lazy to say a word.

"I thought you were concentrating on writing recently." Caroline sighed, "So we haven't asked you out to play recently, I don't think you would mind, after all, you are a celebrity."

"Of course not." Ciri glanced at Darcy and tugged on Moriarty's cuff. "I think we should go."

"Don't go, Shirley, you are much prettier than her." Sometimes Moriarty's EQ is surprisingly low, or he did it on purpose. He thought he didn't value a woman's appearance very much, but he had to He admitted that Ciri did look good on this rented dress—the petticoat of this pure white gauze dress was not too bulky, and she didn't like to fill up the corridor like some young ladies like.A sky blue satin bow is attached to the chest and cuffs.And her seaweed-like long hair, which was usually loose, was tied into a bun, and a few strands were rolled into regular Roman rolls, sticking to her collarbone obediently, showing a bit of lazy temperament.

"This gentleman is very good at talking!" Of course Caroline was not happy. She waited for Moriarty and said angrily.

"Who is this?" On the other hand, Darcy finally spoke. He glanced at Ciri, then turned his gaze to Moriarty, "I'm Fitzwilliam Darcy."

"James Moriarty, nice to meet you." Moriarty didn't intend to shake hands with him, and Darcy didn't seem to bother to extend his hand. Ciri felt that if there was a competition to see who is the most proud, they would not participate. She is not going to be a spectator.

"Oh, great Professor Moriarty, I have seen reports about you in many newspapers." Darcy responded politely, "It's a pity that I don't care much about mathematics and asteroids."

"It really makes it hard for ordinary people to care."

She guessed he was saying it on purpose again, why would they want to make the conversation worse than their own conversation with Caroline?

"Ciri, can I talk to you?" It was Sherlock who broke the challenge of talking to each other more disgustingly. Ciri frowned slightly. For some reason, Sherlock was interested in her again. She just thought How to answer, but Moriarty answered for her: "She is my female companion, Holmes."

"This is not a ball, Mr. Moriarty," said Darcy.

"Don't ruin the atmosphere of this art!" Caroline may not be able to stand their grotesque feeling, obviously she just wants to "catch up" with Ciri, "Then Ciri, come with me, girl The conversation between men will be much more interesting than the communication between men!"

She tugged the bow on Ciri's cuff, "Let's go! Go and see Mrs. Brandon's collection!"

Indeed, with Caroline, at least she can liven up the atmosphere.Ciri smiled hypocritically at all the men present, and walked away with Caroline.

She had no intention of admiring the transformation, but fortunately, Caroline didn't really plan to appreciate it with her. She was chattering like an intelligence agent, racking her brains to get information from Ciri: "The youngest one is called Sherlock Holmes?"

Ciri nodded, and Caroline continued to ask: "Is he your first boyfriend?! So young? You really can do it!"

"Stop, Caroline, this is the younger brother of my first boyfriend." Ciri hurriedly refuted the rumor, for fear that Caroline would add embellishment to Darcy in a while.

"Oh .

"The former neighbor." Shirley answered truthfully.

"It's an old neighbor again. I remember that your ex-boyfriend was your old neighbor." Caroline had a look of "Hey Riley, you're about to start again", "You always attack your old neighbors!"

"You warned you better not to think of me as a gangster. Or I'll take you to the backyard and beat you up later." Ciri warned Caroline Bentley as she did when she was a child. She hadn't Don't fight with her without a ladylike image in the room, although Ciri usually wins.

"But I'm also right. You used to only like good-looking people like this..." Caroline swallowed, and looked a little afraid of her, but immediately her eyes were attracted by something else Now, she looked at it with her neck raised, "Including you want to grab Darcy from me—that tall man really blocks my sight!"

"It seems to say that you don't like good-looking ones? Aren't you still chasing Darcy?" Ciri immediately retorted, and rolled up her sleeves, "And I only like those who are older than me." It’s pretty—isn’t it what you’re looking at?”

Ciri, too, began to follow Caroline's eyes like a duckling.

"Well, look at that - that fierce man coming out of the hall - isn't your Professor Moriarty?"