[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

If every word and every action of human beings was recorded in a book, then she would definitely deliberate on the meaning of Moriarty's words.

But the situation was too urgent at that time, she could only notice the gleaming dagger, a coincident pipe, and the girl's words.

"Why did she say that Moriarty killed her brother..." Shirley bit her finger and muttered to herself. It wasn't until a large drop of ink fell from the tip of the quill in her hand that she came back to her senses and changed a new one. A piece of paper and keep writing.

But in fact, even though the girl's eyes were full of anger, she still didn't believe that what she said was somewhat true.It is true that Moriarty's thinking is different from ordinary people, but he is definitely not a heinous person.

Besides, when her brother fell from the building, Moriarty was walking with her.

However, she had to lament that Moriarty was really lucky, if that little dagger hadn't happened to be inserted/into the flue, she couldn't imagine what would have happened.

When the inspiration came, she added another layer of halo to the male protagonist in her novel, coupled with the misunderstanding with the singing girl and the dramatic escape from danger, and then led to another case, oh no, she decided to make this case even more curious One point can be summarized into the category of shocking cases.

For example, the death of the singer's younger brother was implicated in London's underground criminal gangs... It's better to add some love elements. After the truth came out, the show girl fell in love with Mr. Murray hopelessly and decided to commit herself, but Mr. Murray He is not interested in the relationship between his children and dedicates everything to the country, fighting for the cause of eradicating criminals all his life!

Alas, Ciri was moved by her own writing.

Halfway through writing, the structure of the story has been basically completed. She sorted out the manuscript, thinking about going to the library to supplement relevant knowledge.

She glanced at the sky through the window, and after thinking for a few seconds, she changed into a gray cotton and linen skirt, took off the black knitted shawl on the hanger, picked up the umbrella leaning against the door and hurried out of the house.

There were not many people on Hanbering Street, a few homeless men were doing nothing on the benches, and a little girl in an ill-fitting long skirt was swinging her legs while holding a few listless little flowers.There was also a short man in a black cloak walking about, his eyes darting about like a hungry wolf.

Seeing this kind of person, Ciri unconsciously quickened his pace.She has seen too many "scouts" similar to Boss Burns, who just push you from one fire pit to another.

Like Elsa, if you make money, you can still give you face and let you be willful.Otherwise, there is no way of knowing where it will be sold.

If not, the man saw Ciri and walked up immediately, and quickly straightened his clothes with a smile on his face.

"My beautiful lady, allow me to introduce myself—"

"No, thank you." She quickly waved her hand and almost ran away.

But the weather was really not beautiful, and it started to rain before halfway there, and when she came to the private library she joined, there were already many puddles on the ground.

In her eyes, an open private library is sacred.She couldn't let the stain tarnish the host's generosity.

This made Ciri rub the soles of her shoes on the mat in front of the door, and then checked whether the hem of the skirt was stained with sewage, and then walked in after confirming.

Because it was a rainy day, there were not many people in the library, which meant that Ciri could choose any corner to read freely.She picked out a copy of "The Moon Gem" and tasted it word for word. At first, she was very interested in the gem of the moon god that affected everything. She imagined the look he had made for her.

"Didn't expect to see you here—"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from her ear, she didn't have time to react to who it was, she just stretched out her index finger to her lips and made a booing gesture.

Then, she turned another page, holding the detective novel in both hands, and re-entered the story.

And the owner of the voice didn't intend to continue to disturb, just like her, he took out a novel and started to read, his gray eyes hastily scanned every letter on it, and looked up from time to time to see when she would finish reading.

Time is slow, he doesn't plan to measure it.

Her face is smooth and fair, her lips that were lightly squeezed by her index finger just now are cherry-colored, a pair of jade-like eyes on her upturned and small nose reflect the shadow of the book, and her forehead is still covered with raindrops. Long brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the sideburns on her forehead were occasionally swept lightly as she turned the pages of the book.

He was not good at recording literary knowledge, but the waiting time did not make him impatient.The sound of the rain finally became a little quieter, and one could hear Ciri flipping through the pages, as well as her occasional soft sighs.

Finally, he waited until she closed the book and looked up at him with wonder in her eyes.

"Sherlock, it was you just now?"

"It's next." He snapped the third book in his right hand shut, and stuffed it into the empty space of the bookcase behind Ciri.

"Oh, I was too involved just now, I love it when I read a book." Shirley explained apologetically.

"It's my fault for disturbing a lady." Sherlock smiled indifferently. "So next, I guess you are free? Can we talk at this time?"

"Of course, you are too polite, Sherlock—but, are you also a member of this private library?" Ciri also put the "Moon Stone" in the bookcase, "I have never seen you before. "

"I just joined, and it's the first time I've seen you."

"So that's the case." Ciri nodded, and asked again: "Do we need to talk somewhere else?"

"I don't think so, it's still raining outside." Sherlock turned his head to the window and said casually, "We'd better wait until the rain clears before we go out. Otherwise your leather shoes will continue to be stained with mud."

Ciri hurriedly lowered her head to check her shoes, only to find that there was a mud stain on the toe of her left foot that was about to blend in with the color of the leather boots.

"God, your eyesight is really good. I didn't notice it myself." Ciri pursed her lips, her face became hot, and she quickly changed the subject: "Sherlock, what do you want to talk to me about? Speaking of which, you go He said he wanted to talk to me at an art exhibition, which made me very curious."

"It's just some trivial things." Sherlock and Ciri are much different in height, which suddenly suppressed Ciri's aura, "I'll just say it straight, I want to talk to you about my mathematics professor .”

"Moriarty?" Ciri asked in surprise.

"Shh." Like Ciri, he stretched out his index finger and put it in front of his lips, but when Sherlock said this, it seemed quite inscrutable.

"I thought we'd have to keep our voices down in case we got into any unnecessary trouble."

"...I thought you would ask Mycroft about it." Shirley paused and muttered softly.

"My brother's anecdote has been known since I was younger. After all these years, the one that makes me laugh out loud is the story between you and him." Ciri didn't know what the relationship between Sherlock and Mycroft was. The same, but she guessed that it should be very average, or even worse, because there was indeed a trace of mockery in his eyes when he said "it makes me laugh".

No, maybe he was joking about her what to do?

"What's the story?"

"That's not the point of this conversation, Ciri." He said it brighter, "We can exchange stories, you tell Moriarty, I tell Mycroft, I miss you It doesn't matter if you threaten him with this matter, he will definitely do it."

The simple story with Moriarty could be exchanged for the little secret of sending government officials at will. It is indeed heart-warming, but when Ciri thinks about it carefully, it is not worth it.

And it's not right!What unspeakable things could she have with him?What she could remember about her and Mycroft was surprisingly prosaic, and if she blackmailed him with their little childhood shit, he'd most likely be so pissed off that he'd kick her out of London!

"I think I will agree with you if you change the bargaining chip." Ciri asked mysteriously: "Could it be that you have a grudge against Moriarty? I know that his personality may not be particularly in line with ordinary people's tolerance, but generally speaking , he's not a bad guy."

"I just mentioned it casually, and of course I wouldn't treat my brother's affairs as a bargain." Sherlock leaned forward and looked at her, as if he was trying to find out whether Ciri was lying. At the end, he responded to the doubt in her eyes. The conclusion that "she doesn't know the other side of Moriarty well".

Ciri noticed that the light in Sherlock's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he hadn't found the one that correctly corresponded to the truth among thousands of keys.He is like an exquisite machine that has become lifeless after a long period of stagnation.

"Don't worry? Moriarty used to play with me when he was a child, he should still listen to me about this, and I won't let him fail your course." Ciri patted Sherlock on the shoulder, deeply say.

Sherlock: ...

At this moment, the doorway of the closed book room in the literature area was opened, and a person came wearing a brown windbreaker with all the buttons unbuttoned. She saw that the second layer of the person was a gray suit vest with a Silver brooch.

What a terrible coincidence.

Moriarty walked into the room and didn't greet Ciri and Sherlock at first—but Ciri definitely sensed his penetrating gaze.

I saw him leaning against the desk of the librarian in this district, picking up the small brass bell on it and shaking it slightly-it was used when the library was closed.

Who could have imagined what happened next?

First, a middle-aged man closed the book in his hand and walked out of the big room with a blank expression.

Then came a woman in her twenties, and then a man...

Finally, even the librarian stood up, and they retreated one by one as if obeying orders!

"Ciri, do you like the atmosphere here?"

Then he turned to them, casually.