[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

At first, when the first man walked out of the room, she thought he might have mistook it for the closing bell.And when the librarian also stood up and walked out, Ciri couldn't calm down a little.

"Ciri, do you like the atmosphere here?"

What does it mean?

"Moriarty, who are those people of yours?" Ciri asked with a frown.

Moriarty gave a soft "hmm".

"They're all people who work for me and for me. I think it's no harm for them to read more books. People are always interested in books." He shrugged and put the brass bell back again, "I think , Mr. Holmes beside you has the right to speak."

Sherlock said indifferently: "It is true. I did not expect that this is a library under your name, and your personal information is well preserved."

Moriarty shook his head slightly, "Everyone must strictly guard their personal privacy to avoid unnecessary trouble."

After listening to the second half of the sentence, Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth unobtrusively, and continued: "You know all the information well. It's getting late, I think, I need to say goodbye to you."

Sherlock nodded politely to Ciri, and then walked towards the door, but at this moment Moriarty reached out his hand to stop him——

"I would like to advise you, Mr. Holmes, you'd better be careful and subtle in divergent thinking, and don't go to unpredictable destruction." His voice was very small, and he said it specifically for Sherlock, "compared to Most mortals, I still appreciate you, stop staring at an innocent mathematics professor."

"You're over the top, Professor Moriarty." He replied unhurriedly, "I also hope that the direction of my investigation is wrong."

As Sherlock left, Ciri walked up to Moriarty and saw that he was tilting his head slightly, and his eyes turned back to her.

"You guys are really fierce when you talk. Did you make things difficult for him academically?"

"The preconceived attitude of the two of you makes people uncomfortable, Shirley." Moriarty put his hands on the edge of the table, leaned back slowly, and said innocently: "If you are willing to learn more, you will Knowing that not all mathematicians have praised our papers."

"Oh, well, I just think there is always a reason to hate someone. It's unbelievable that you are like this. Sherlock is relatively small, so you should make things less difficult for him." Shirley tried to express his bitterness, " Also, I never knew this was your library, I have been reading here for almost a year."

"Didn't you used to say that if people were showing off their capital, it wasn't generosity, it was a class false handout."

"I think it's hypocritical now. We poor people don't value these things." Shirley laughed at herself. She used to be a lady in gold and silver, and she felt that people's kindness should be unified from the inside out.For example, when she was a child, she could yell out firmly, "Even if I starved to death, I wouldn't go to Moriarty's house to read his broken books!"

Now?She can also simply shout out ""Moon Stone" is so beautiful"!

"Don't say that, lovely Ciri." Moriarty teased her, turning into a posture with arms crossed, "Seeing that it's not raining outside, can I invite you to my house for afternoon tea? I recently rented some interesting criminal files, which I think will interest you."

Of course I am willing. If you want to write a good book, continuous knowledge input is the best source of inspiration.

She nodded almost in the next second, and happily ran to the library gate first to open her umbrella, her eyes signaled Moriarty to get under her umbrella.

Moriarty ignored the black umbrella on the other side, and walked into her umbrella with a smile without saying a word. He didn't make any gesture to help the lady lift the umbrella, and watched Ciri walking forward with the handle held high.

"Go there." He pointed in a direction.

It doesn't matter, after all, the afternoon tea and files he invited are enough to attract her.Ciri just moved the umbrella closer to her silently, causing the wind-blown raindrops to land messily on his shoulders.

Of course, he couldn't escape Moriarty's eyes. He reached out and patted the handle of the umbrella, and then stood the umbrella upright again.

They always like to compete in such trivial matters, which is a bit naive.

Fortunately, Moriarty's house was not far from the library, so her hands didn't stay sore for too long.

They had just stepped on the porch, and within the time period when Moriarty turned to take out the keys, they heard a childish cry: "Sir, Mr. Moriarty, there is your newspaper—"

Shirley turned his head to the side and saw the little newsboy wearing a painter's cap running towards him, then he was taken aback when he saw Moriarty, and said to himself, "Huh, Mr. Moriarty...? How do you feel..."

Ciri looked at his hand holding the newspaper and retracted it, and vaguely saw a few words like "science", "universe", and "scale".

"Put the newspaper back, I don't want to read these." Moriarty said with a smile, and at the same time opened the door wide, and made a gesture of invitation to Ciri.

"Ah. But." Shirley saw the embarrassed look on the newsboy's face, but after that Moriarty closed the door. She briefly glanced around the style of the house, somehow familiar with it, but This kind of déjà vu is not clear, after all, it is her first time here.

When Moriarty opened the door again, he was holding a newspaper in his hand, and there was no newsboy outside the door.

He saw the doubt in Shirley's eyes, and explained: "Well, strictly speaking, this is not my house, it's my brother's house, and I don't have real estate in London."

"Oh, I've never met your brother!" Ciri looked around again, grinning, "It doesn't look like your taste here—where is he?"

"Recently, he is participating in railway training. He has been interested in these things since he was a child. Maybe he will go somewhere to do engineering, or become a station master or something." He threw the newspaper on the long table, "When I was in London, I occasionally I will live in his house, but our relationship is not very good, he is a bit boring, and it is easy to spoil the atmosphere, you have not seen him, that is really a very lucky thing."

He opened the bench for Ciri, and then several servants came up to serve them exquisite afternoon tea.To be honest, Shirley was interested enough in the newspaper he just brought in, she took it after asking, flipped through the newspaper while eating snacks, and almost lost herself in the vision of Miss Kuo.

But this is a weekly railway newspaper that she can't delve into. To be honest, she has no interest in engineering, which leads her to imagine him as a follower based on Moriarty's description of her brother. Moriarty is a very different kind of man with his shrewd genius.

But she felt strange at this time, because when she looked at these awkward technical words, she read "science" and "scale", but she couldn't find the word "universe".

What happened at this time?

When she was still thinking about whether she was wrong, she heard a "woo hoo" sound, and a hairy guy rubbed against her skirt, startling her.

Again, this interrupted her thoughts.

"Fullah."

Moriarty called its name and called it to its side.

Fulla?That Scottish Deerhound?

"Fula is still alive?" How many years has it been!

"This is Fulla's youngest daughter, and my brother is raising it." Moriarty explained, and after cleaning his hands again, he continued to touch Fulla's head, not as warm as when he was a child.

He also asked the servant to bring some thick volumes to Ciri so that she could read them thoroughly in the afternoon.

"I have to apologize here, Shirley," he said lightly, but his tiredness was obvious, "I didn't fall asleep until midnight because of the showgirl incident yesterday, so I have to catch up on sleep now .I'm sure you'll watch more carefully without bothering you, so that the rest of the story can be more cleverly conceived."

It is impossible for anyone to disagree.

Just like that, Ciri was alone at the long table flipping through the files.And a strange feeling followed, she felt more and more headache, the text on the file was blurred in the blink of an eye, and the flowers in the vase on the long table changed from one to two...

In the next second, she fell face down on the scroll.

She didn't know when she woke up.

She was wearing an outdated white long dress, with a copy of "Little Dorrit" in front of her, and two delicate roses in a vase on the table.

The overall structure of this room has not changed, the only thing is that the paint is relatively darker, which looks gloomy.

Ciri was puzzled: "Is anyone there?"

"Moriarty?" A servant also disappeared, "James Moriarty?"

Still no one answered her.

She decided to go upstairs to see if he was there.

When she reached the second floor, this gloomy feeling became more obvious, and she was really a little scared——in the center of the second floor, there was a huge portrait, an abstract boy was tearing his own face, and under that terrifying face It is two very vivid hearts painted.

She didn't know where to go, and called Moriarty's name again, but there was still no answer.

She could only randomly go to the room on the left first. As soon as she reached the door, she heard a scream. She hesitated whether to break in. She remembered that the iron armor in the foyer on the first floor was decorated with a western sword.Then he quickly ran back and took it, preparing to take it for himself in a short time.

She worked up her courage and opened the door on the left. It was empty, with no signs of a struggle, no signs of anyone being injured.

What the hell is she?But she swears she definitely heard it!

Ciri could only go to the room on the right again.She clenched the saber in her hand and opened the door carefully.

She was stunned, the room was pitch black and she couldn't see anything.

But what surprised her was not this, the strong smell of blood enveloped all her nerves.She saw scarlet blood trickling from the floor of the room, washing down from her shoes like a river.