[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"It's really him."

Shirley was suspicious. She would never believe that Moriarty was defeated by those three people.But he was indeed pale, with a hint of indignation in his eyes, and he left the table directly!

Something else must have happened!

"Excuse me, Caroline." Ciri glanced at the direction of Moriarty's departure again, hurriedly lifted the hem of her skirt and walked there in a hurry, suddenly paused, turned her head to warn Caroline, "Don't make up any stories to tell others."

"That's natural, Shirley. You'd better take care of your male partner." Caroline fanned her feather fan unhurriedly, revealing a pair of shrewd eyes. When she was far away, she immediately Putting away the feather fan, he looked around for Darcy, "Mr. Darcy, where are you? I want to tell you a big secret, Ciri and her impolite male companion..."

Although Shirley warned Caroline, she believed that with their plastic gossip sisterhood, she would definitely make herself and Moriarty a pair of affectionate lovers and spread the word that she was more important than herself. Suitable for writing romance novels.

But Ciri didn't care about that much anymore. She followed Moriarty's route and walked out of the hall, and came to the backyard of Brandon Manor. There were few people here, and most people socialized in the hall.

Mrs. Brandon's forte is that all art exchange events turn into balls.

Maybe it was Moriarty's old problem again?She just knew that he suffered from a strange disease in his childhood, and the Moriarty family kept his symptoms strictly confidential.She looked around, but couldn't see Moriarty.

Here is a closed garden, only bushes and some rare plants, which bloom luxuriantly on summer nights, swearing their own territory.

"Moriarty?"

It was quiet, occasionally the chirping of Xia Chan and the laughter of the guests in the hall could be heard.

She called again, "James?"

This time, Ciri was suddenly pulled by someone, she was taken aback by this response, and in the next second, an even greater force pulled her into the bushes!

She fell into the warm embrace of a person, and when she broke free, she found that the person was Moriarty who had just disappeared. He opened his suit, tore half of his tie, and didn't know the top button of his shirt. He was sitting with his back against the wall, and the lush bushes just blocked his figure.

He was holding a small notepad in his hand, and he was slowly flipping through it under the faint light from the hall.

"Why are you here?" Moriarty opened his eyes slightly, as if he was quite surprised that she appeared here, and then he rolled his eyes, sighed with some regret, and muttered "really trouble".

"It just so happened that I saw your complexion, so I came out to look for you!" Ciri didn't understand what he meant, and added a bit of complaint in her tone, "What's the trouble, do you mean I'm unnecessary?"

"Don't get me wrong, Ciri, sometimes you think more than I do." Moriarty sneered, trying to hook Ciri's shoulders, but the latter immediately avoided it with a displeased look on his face.

Moriarty didn't continue either, but instead made a series of actions that made Ciri unimaginable - he put his notepad back into his trouser pocket, took out a delicate pipe from his suit pocket like a trick, He took out a box of matches from the other pocket, lit it, took a breath slowly, and began to smoke in Mrs. Brandon's back garden.

She thought it odd because she had never remembered Moriarty as a smoker, and hadn't smelled tobacco around him in the few previous encounters.Even today, she didn't notice that there was a pipe and a matchbox in his pocket!

"Come." He saw through her thoughts, and the pupils in his eyes flickered like quiet flames.He tapped her on the shoulder to signal her to move toward her so they could watch the people in the hall through the glass windows like spying children, and Moriarty pointed to a paunchy middle-aged man. A young gentleman, whispered in her ear: "I followed that gentleman, but I don't like his taste very much."

"Since when did you still have this habit?" Ciri said with her hand against the wall.

"I smoke occasionally, it calms my mind a little bit." He replied, and the smell of tobacco in his mouth penetrated into Ciri's small nose. Stay away, I hate the smell of smoke - and the habit of stealing, I mean, you can't release stress like that."

"Oh, Ciri, you're as boring as a rigid governess—I'll return it to him in a moment." Moriarty leaned back to his original position, and obediently put out his pipe, "Don't worry, I'll give it back to you too." There is the occasional virtue of following a lady's wishes."

Ciri straightened her slipped wide shoulder straps, and continued to talk to him: "I thought you came out to breathe because of a childhood illness. If you make any mistakes here, it may be dangerous to stay alone. .”

Moriarty turned sideways and looked at her in a posture similar to listening to someone tell a story on the bed, without speaking.

"It seems not." She pursed her lips, thinking that the person in front of her was childish, "Did you have any trouble with them? No way? You are all adults now!"

To what extent could they be eccentric enough to make Moriarty angry?

"Oh, Ciri, you're pretending to understand again," he said lazily.He moved again, he moved closer to Ciri, trying to rest his head on her skirt.Just as she was about to scold him, she heard Moriarty start to complain: "The clothes you rented are really not of good quality, they are not comfortable at all, please show your thighs and let me sleep for a while."

Now she not only wants to scold him, but also beat him!

"Are you sick? What do you think I am? Do you believe I'm going back right now and telling everyone what you just said and sending you to Scotland Yard for molesting women?"

"You used to let it go. I haven't seen you for so long, you've changed a lot." Shirley felt that Moriarty was wronged for no reason. How old is he?How do you look like a child?

What changed a lot, can she still lose her memory?She doesn't remember letting him rest on her lap before!

"Since you're fine, I'll go back. You can stay here by yourself." Shirley wanted to stand up, but had no choice but to sit in the same position for a long time. She rubbed her numb ankle and scolded Morrie a few words in her heart. Artie neuropathy.

"Are you going to chat with those ordinary people again? Facilitate some information exchanges, and you can get some rewards, right?" Moriarty tilted his head, acting innocent, "But the benefits you get from it are really There are too few, and the progress is slow. Originally, I could help you get what you want, but he refused, and we made an agreement."

"You made me sound like a pimp." Ciri sneered sarcastically, "Maybe that's the way it is in essence, I need contacts, and I need to do normal social interactions—but, what you said' Who's he? Is there anyone else who can make you listen to him?"

"James Moriarty."

He pronounced his own name strangely.

"what?"

"Just kidding, Ciri." He stretched out his hand and stroked his black hair, and the smooth black hair immediately fell back to its original place, "However, I advise you not to leave me to find anyone now, Because I don't know if my mind will change so quickly and strangely, maybe I will do something terrible-so we may both be blacklisted by Mrs. Brandon, but you The introduction of Mrs. Brandon is most needed, because her favorite thing is to open art salons and turn them into dining rooms again."

Ciri thought she had received a threat, and angrily hammered his fist into his chest, "Are you blackmailing me?"

He reached out to receive the punch with a blank face, and her fist was placed in his palm, and he shook it rhythmically.

"I'm just telling the truth. After all, I really don't like this place very much, because if these people compare with me, they will be pulled out of a big gap, and they will never be filled. Am I too conceited when I say that?" He propped his chin with the other hand, and after a brief "hmm", he added: "There is indeed another person who is not bad, he is an interesting person, otherwise he would not be recorded, that is the one named Sherlock Sherlock Holmes. We don't particularly like him, though, and he's always trying to spoil good things, which is a little pretentious."

——So, 'we' are you and who!Don't tell her that she has a secret friend that no one knows about!How old are you?Ciri thought angrily.

Suddenly, another voice broke the strange communication between them.

"Dorian, I really like the collection of poems you gave me last time!" The girl's voice was as cheerful as a ding-dong spring. It was an eagerly intertwined voice that covered everything, and Ciri thumped in her heart, oh, sensible adults know to avoid it at this time, and make room for this couple who can't suppress their inner desire.

But once they made a move, they would be noticed, but it was too uncomfortable to listen to other people's exchange of slobber. In this two-year period, Ciri and Moriarty stood out and kept the same-they absolutely Instead of being a sensible adult, I continued to peek in another direction.

Ciri is really thankful that he has excellent eyesight, because the Dorian in the enthusiastic girl's mouth is surprisingly handsome, and those blue eyes are enough to take your breath away, but I don't know if it's an illusion, his enthusiasm always seems to be A mechanical action.

However, he is so handsome!Shirley said it was a lie not to be moved.

But she doesn't have the habit of grabbing other people's boyfriends, but she can't help but feel a little disappointed.

But this loneliness didn't last half a minute, when Moriarty, who was a little taller than her and was leaning on the wall, suddenly fell on top of her.It made her whole body rush forward!

This alarmed the lady who was secretly looking for fun and the suave blond boy, and Ciri was also very angry. She hurriedly turned around and wanted to ask what Moriarty had in mind.

But the instigator just lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep.