[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

Ciri ran downstairs without even thinking about it!

However, the blood was faster than the river, she slipped on the sole of her foot, rolled down the stairs, and fell heavily to the floor of the first floor.

But it's weird and doesn't hurt at all.

Is this a dream?

She quickly got up and proved her idea by pinching herself.

This reduced her fear a bit, so, the next step is to wait for her to wake up by herself?

But the blood flowed more and more, and it had begun to rise to the calf.

"Ciri."

The boy's childish voice came from above, Shirley looked up, but saw an even more terrifying scene.

The torn painting began to distort, and the oil paint squeezed each other. At first, two arms stretched out at the same time, and gradually exposed more, and finally turned into two boys.

Their faces are blurred, their expressions are empty, and there is an ugly scar extending from the neck to the heart.

"Shirley, how long are you going to keep us waiting?"

Ciri didn't understand what they meant, and held on to the western sword to make a defensive posture, and warned them not to come over with his eyes.

And it didn't help, it didn't stop the boys from closing in on her, blood streaming down their thighs.

"Why don't you talk, Ciri? Why, why can't you tell me the truth?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Probably because she knew that this was just a dream, Shirley's mood was not so flustered, but she deeply felt a more real dizziness in this nightmare environment.

She endured the pressure on her nerves and swung the western sword indiscriminately, but it didn't hurt the boys a bit.Seeing that the two boys had already approached her, they stretched out their palms to grab her white skirt, leaving bloody five finger marks.

"Get out of here!"

Ciri screamed, and at the same time she heard the sound of something made of porcelain shattering close to her ear, finally pulling her out of this damned dream.

She was gasping for breath, blinking constantly, sweat dripping down her chin.She looked around in a daze, and found that the surrounding environment was much brighter, and hurriedly looked down at her clothes. It wasn't a white skirt, and there were no bloody handprints, but just the ordinary gray long skirt.

"I'm sorry, miss!"

Hearing the human voice, Ciri trembled a little sensitively. She looked sideways and realized that it was thanks to the servant who accidentally broke the plate that she guessed that she was able to wake up from the nightmare.

"You disturbed Ciri." Moriarty's voice came from the other side. He sat in the master's seat and watched them leisurely.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it," she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, staring at the bouquet of flowers on the vase with her bright eyes, "I fell asleep while reading, it's too inappropriate , I had a nightmare, and the sound woke me up."

She began to take out her handkerchief to adjust her appearance, and then asked, "What time is it?"

"You can have dinner now if you want," he replied, glancing at his watch.

"God, have I slept for so long?" Ciri patted his forehead lightly, complaining that he had wasted a good time reading, "Can I take these documents back to read?"

"As you please." He stood up and walked to her, first waved to the maid, indicating that there is no business for her here, then turned his head and said condescendingly to Shirley: "As long as you tell me, you What nightmare did you have?"

Ciri frowned tightly, thinking that it didn't seem to be his business, right?Does a nightmare still need to be shared with him?

Besides, she said she had a dream about their house being flooded with blood, wasn't it good?

"Uh, it's just an ordinary nightmare." Ciri's eyes fell on the button on his cuff, watching it sway slightly as Moriarty's slender five fingers tapped on the table.

"Why lie?"

"Huh? What, of course I didn't—" Ciri retorted subconsciously.

"Why can't you tell me the truth?" Moriarty said lightly, but Ciri's heart tightened again—this was exactly the same as what the boy in the dream said!

Is this a coincidence?

Moriarty's hand reached out to Ciri, probably trying to fix her jaw with his thumb and forefinger so that her gaze would no longer avert.But she turned her head again and dodged it lightly.

But he was dissatisfied that she had escaped his control, and instead pinched her cheeks with greater strength, causing her pain,

"Moriarty, I advise you to let go as soon as possible. When people see it, they think we are going to do something sweet." Shirley snorted, but she didn't say a word now, like a raptured cat. Like a puffer fish that got up, it puffed out its mouth and was angry with itself, without any deterrent effect.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, as if he was thinking about the problem she said, and finally he said: "If, miss, you can inspire your tongue that can only spit out lies to tell the truth, I am willing to give it a try."

"That's enough, Moriarty, let go first." Ciri pouted and said, "You are even more difficult than when you were a child, and you satirize me everywhere in your words. Isn't it just a dream? I'll just tell you—— Really annoying."

He let her go and listened to her tell what happened in the dream, but after listening, he seemed uninterested again, as if the dream didn't appeal to him.

"That's not what I want to hear, but maybe I'm jumping too fast."

Xili secretly scolded him for being crazy, thinking that if he hadn't turned to him for too many things now, he would have turned his back on him long ago.

She's going to hurry up and finish Mr. Murray and get back at him in the end of the story and let him die!It's better to fall off the cliff and die without a whole body or something.

"Stay for dinner, Ciri." Moriarty raised his wrist, the dial gleaming, "I apologize for my faux pas."

"There are still many places where you are rude. When you burned my kite before, you also said to invite me to dinner, or an outdoor candlelight dinner. What happened? I waited outside until Fulla started to eat breakfast, and you haven't come yet. .” Ciri raised the corners of her lips mockingly, stood up and walked towards the door.

"You remember that very clearly." Moriarty followed behind her, helped her hold the file, and then lifted her umbrella handle and handed it to her.

"Of course it's clear, you're always bullying me self-righteously, alas, I can't bear to look back on my childhood." Shirley took the document, with her little umbrella on her wrist, breathed out and continued: "Thank you, sometimes I have preserved the last trace of gentlemanly demeanor, and I will see you later, Moriarty."

She walked out of Moriarty's house and came to the street. The street lights were already on, and the fog in London loomed.

She counted the time it would take her to walk back to the East End, planning to finish Mr. Murray's second story today.

In the next few days, she wants to communicate with Mrs. Brandon a few more letters to strengthen her impression of her so that she can invite her to more parties. She needs to rely on Mrs. Brandon to get to know her better. celebrity.

Even if they only let her go to study, as long as she shows her face more, she will be one step closer to her plan.

While thinking about things, Xi lowered his head and flipped through the file, thinking about taking a second look at it to make up for what he slept in the afternoon.

But the end of not looking at the road like this is to bump into others.

The man was tall and walked in a hurry, Shirley suddenly lost his balance and fell in the opposite direction.

She hugged the file tightly before she fell - if she got wet by the sewage, she wouldn't be able to pay for it!

But the expected pain still didn't come. She was pulled by this gentleman in time, and her cold palm gave her goosebumps. She smelled the birch fragrance that belonged to him besides the smell of soil after the rain.

"Sorry, I'm lost in thought," she liked the refreshing taste, and unconsciously softened her voice, "Thank you for giving me a hand—"

Holding the file and looking up, she was so surprised that she blurted out, "Oh, God, Darcy!"

The chances of her meeting old acquaintances recently are too high!

However, Shirley saw that his whole body was drenched, and his wet black hair was all attached to his scalp, but it was almost dry, which meant that he didn't bring an umbrella today.

Moreover, his eyes were obviously anxious. He was always calm, so he must have encountered something serious.

"Ciri..." He sighed and said wearily, "Are you all right?"

"Of course I'm fine, but you! Darcy, what happened?" She took out her handkerchief and wiped off the rain for him—perhaps it was sweat, she couldn't tell.

"I'm fine, Ciri, thank you, I'm a bit busy, I should go." He lifted his foot, and Ciri hurriedly stopped him with a big stride, and said, "Darcy, don't you feel that you are starting to feel unwell?" ?Your face is flushed—you have a fever from the rain! Even if the matter is urgent, how can you solve it when you are sick? If you still trust me, just tell me and I will help you solve it. "

"This... Shirley, it's really—" Darcy seldom hesitated, reaching for something in his pocket, but he still refused to take it out.

"Don't be brave, Darcy, I'll help you—where do you live in London? I'll send you back now!" Shirley stepped forward to support him, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if after a while After tangled thinking, he took out the things in his pockets.

Shirley's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the wax on it belonged to the Darcy family's emblem. The only one who could use this was Darcy himself... Could it be that something happened to Georgiana? !

She tucked the file under her armpit before taking the time to accept the letter. Ciri's eyes were almost staring straight. In her mind, she had already cut Viktorm's assassination countless times into countless pieces, and finally cut the reproductive/reproductive/ The weapon is thrown into the sea of ​​stars!

Victor, you beast!How could I abduct Georgiana to elope with you!How old is she? !

"I received it today... Luckily, Georgiana told me they were coming to London. God, she's always been very good. I can't imagine how Viktorm talked to her, what they did, and now he has Didn’t treat my sister well—he moved away a long time ago, why did he come back to look for my sister at this time?!” Darcy rarely showed panic, and now he is extremely fragile, and he is still sick , flushed pale face, extremely sick.

"Victorum——" Her mouth was not so clean, and she cursed a lot. If Darcy used to frown and express disgust, but now he doesn't have the time to think about it, he just wants to find his only younger sister.

"Darcy, have you found a detective?" Ciri was very worried. She still remembered that Georgiana was very shy, always timid, but always very well-behaved, timidly following her and calling her sister.

"Not yet, I want to look for it myself first, and then go to the detective after today. After all, Georgiana is too young. To be honest, I don't trust those people." Darcy said with a sigh.

Ciri rolled his eyes, "I know someone, he really has the talent of a detective, he is very good, and he is not the kind of guy who likes to gossip everywhere - you are in a situation where you can't continue to go to Georgiana Now, we have to turn to other people for help."

"Who?" Darcy's heart grew hopeful.

"James Moriarty. I think you saw him the other day."