[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"Ciri."

The young man's eyes wandered back and forth between her and Darcy, and finally settled on her emerald pupils.

"How did you come to know that I would agree to help this . . . Mr. Darcy?"

Fortunately, he didn't let them in, but Darcy's muscles tensed up when he heard this. If Ciri hadn't supported him, he would have turned around and left.

"There's no reason for this. The situation is urgent. I trust you." Ciri's voice softened, and she tried her best to negotiate.

"What can your trust do?" She didn't expect Moriarty to ask directly, and became very cold again, "Just now, we had a bad fight, and you didn't even have the interest to stay and finish the meal." No more, and now you're talking about trust. Ciri, you should stop lying."

Well, the lie was exposed, and Ciri could only put it another way.

"...But you are the best among the people I know. In every aspect, I think only you can help us."

"Compliments don't really help me, Ciri." Moriarty curled her lips, secretly dissatisfied that she was not sensitive enough in front of this man named Darcy, "But I'm not unreasonable." People, if you come to me in a hurry, something must have happened to Mr. Darcy's relatives, and I guess she should be a girl."

"How do you know?" Darcy's eyes widened slightly, looking at him suspiciously.

"It's not difficult. It's raining in London today, and you must be too anxious with your appearance. And I met Ciri today, she was going to read a book," he pointed at Ciri's boots, which had been covered Muddy water splashed many stains, "She walked very quickly after meeting you, although there are many things that can make her anxious-look at the envelope in her hand, the sealing material is of high quality, it is not used by ordinary people, although I think I don't know whose name is written on the envelope, but fortunately, the font is beautiful, I'm just guessing, so am I right?"

"Indeed." Darcy couldn't fault it either.

"I read you right, Moriarty, I knew you would help!" Ciri immediately flattered her while the iron was hot, "It was Darcy's sister who had an accident, and we are anxious to find her now."

"Don't worry, I have to mention my conditions." Moriarty waved his hand unhurriedly, and his servants came out as if appearing out of nowhere to help Ciri from the other side Live in Darcy and guide him to the guest room.

Ciri glanced at Darcy, then returned to Moriarty, waiting for his conditions.

"Is there any share of your works being published in newspapers?"

Ciri didn't know why Moriarty suddenly asked her about her job, but she subconsciously nodded.

"I don't care what your previous share is, I can give you twice." Moriarty was standing right in the middle of the hall, the lights above surrendered to him, casting an annoying shadow on his face, He further deepened his inscrutability, "I need you to finish writing this story, and you don't have to go to that publishing house."

"But I have a contract with Paul!" Shirley was even more confused. She thought that her reference to his detective novel would bring him a positive response, but if he did, it would have already reduced For the benefits he can get, there is absolutely no need for him to spend more money.

"You don't have to worry about this, Shirley." He looked at his watch again, "Don't waste so much time, don't you think that the longer you delay, the more dangerous your old lover's sister will be?"

Of course Ciri wanted to agree, because it would do no harm to her.But the conditions of this transaction are obviously unequal.If Moriarty can be made an idiot once, then there must be some hidden interests behind it, which are much greater than the conditions he offered...

No way, she used some magic formula to calculate that this book can go out of the UK and go to the world!

Besides, there are no other greater benefits, right?

There was a fleeting narcissism on Ciri's face, and she quickly retracted these thoughts, pretending to say something else like "old lover", "don't give her and Darcy a hat" before getting to the point, "if If you can settle the contract and keep Paul out of trouble with me—”

"If you need money, you can just ask me." Darcy who was still being helped upstairs by the servant suddenly said.His face burned even worse, and he coughed a few times after he finished speaking.

"As a gentleman, don't eavesdrop on other people's speeches. You are so sick, it's better to talk less." Moriarty raised his head to express his displeasure at "how can you walk so slowly" with Darcy, "What I want is not money. I want Miss Hilly. She can bring me a higher form of happiness."

At this moment, Ciri smiled awkwardly, wondering what the kid was talking about.

When he finally lost sight of Darcy, he turned his gaze back to Ciri, stretched out his hand, and bent his fingers twice in his direction, "Give me the letter."

He took the letter, held the envelope between two fingers, flipped it over and over again under the light of the chandelier, and sniffed it not far from his nose, "Men's perfume with a bit of birch tail."

"Oh, it's Darcy's perfume, he's been using it all the time." Ciri reminded beside him, the muscles under the corners of the latter's eyes trembled for some unknown reason, and he continued to open the letter in his hands, silently sounded.

She didn't know why she had a vague perception that Moriarty was angry with him because of what he said just now.

But I really just told him that it was Darcy's smell, in case he made a mistake in judgment.

Just as she was thinking for a moment, Moriarty turned and glanced at her again.

"What's the matter, have you reached a conclusion?"

Moriarty didn't answer this question, and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if waiting for her to say something else, but after a few seconds, Ciri only said "Huh? Why didn't you speak?" Started to look down at the letter.

Really angry, she was sure this time.

Ciri secretly scolded him for being weird, but seeing that he was still continuing his decryption work, she was embarrassed to ask him why she didn't follow his wishes at this time.

There was nothing else she could do to help, so she simply switched her gaze and took a good look at the room in this nightmare.

She was the first to look up at the hanging painting in the center of the corridor on the second floor—the torn scary boy in her dream was her deepest memory.In reality, however, the painting is delicate and quiet, with a shepherdess in a red turban bowing her head and praying devoutly.

And she continued to boldly assume that the house was later sold to the current owner, moreover, there is another possibility.Its current owner, Moriarty's younger brother, must have undergone some huge change.

Because at first glance, the decoration of this house is no different from that of other wealthy families, but when you think about it carefully, it has a mysterious and weird feeling.Its decoration style is very ordinary, quite satisfactory, and everything is built according to the symmetrical aesthetics of this era, but none of the furniture in the room is symmetrical. For example, there are pillars with decorations on both sides of the hall, but the ornaments on them The styles vary widely, and if there are too many small differences, it will affect the overall balance.

But Ciri also thought, maybe Moriarty's younger brother likes unbalanced beauty, maybe one day he suddenly wanted to change his style?That's nothing to dig into.

After all, the room in the corridor will not be really empty, nor will it really be filled with blood.

"Have you finished thinking about it?"

Moriarty's voice brought her out of her imagination and back to the present.

"I wasn't thinking about anything." She immediately began to deny it, thinking of the oddity of Moriarty's eagerness to know about her dreams.

"Your eyes are straight." She was caught off guard by Moriarty poking the corner of her eye, and his cold fingers made him avoid it all at once, while her heart was beating wildly.

Don't get me wrong, she was just guilty, and she was afraid that Moriarty would press her aggressively.

Fortunately, Moriarty had no intention of continuing to have "intimate contact" with her, and raised the letter in his hand and said, "I probably know where Sister Darcy is."

"So fast! It's really you! Our genius James!"

Regardless of Sanqi 21, let's talk about it!

What followed was a dozen or so seconds of silence, which was enough to show how embarrassing her praise was.

"Believe me, I'm sincere, but I don't have the right words, please tell me." Shirley put his hands together and made fists with his fingers crossed, and said artificially: "You know, my praise for you is really indescribable. , I can only say everything without saying anything, and I will give full play to your shining points in Mr. Murray."

In the end, Moriarty sighed, approached Ciri, and explained to her seriously: "There is a very strong finger print here, which has already left obvious wrinkles, and there is no such thing on the envelope. According to this size, it is that Mr. Darcy. He got in the rain, but his hands weren't wet, and wet paper is always obvious—that's not the point, you'll see here—"

He pointed to a certain place on the envelope, and Ciri narrowed his eyes, almost sticking it to the paper, "It seems... There are traces of drying after soaking in water, which is too difficult to see!"

"It is because of this small point that I can guess where Darcy's sister is." Moriarty said confidently.

Shirley raised his eyebrows, waiting for him to continue to deduce, "This trace is very new. The messenger must have rained not long after he set off. When the rain was not too heavy, he put the letter back in his pocket. Plus the above There is a postmark, but only half of it. Probably they want a postman to help deliver the letter, and the postman rushed to print it before he understood what they meant, but they stopped him again. This Viktor does not want to disclose the location , gave him some money to settle the matter, it should be like this.”

"Does this have anything to do with his position?" Ciri was still confused.

"Dear Ciri, what time did you go to the library today?"

"Let's go out around eight o'clock this morning... Oh, my God, do you mean they are in the East District now?" Ciri patted his forehead lightly as if he had suddenly realized something.

yes!The postman's working time is eight o'clock. Darcy definitely lives in the East District, and if the postman in the East District receives the letter, it is impossible for him to complete the journey before it rains.

So the postman in the West District could only take the job.

Now as long as you continue to check the streets on the west side, you will soon find Georgiana's location.

"Brilliant idea, Ciri," Moriarty praised.

"Shall we set off quickly now?" Ciri grabbed Moriarty's arm maneuverably, "As long as we find them sooner, the harm to Georgiana will be less!"

"I'm not going." Moriarty caught Ciri's refusal by surprise again.

"Ah?" She shook his arm, "Why? Didn't you say to help? And didn't we agree on the terms."

"Don't you see I'm angry--you should."

His blue eyes watched her.