[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

A dark brown wooden carriage sped through the deserted streets, its metal-rimmed wheels rolled over potholes accumulated by rainwater, splashing dirty water.

At this time, the woman in the car was also shaken by the bumps. After that, she continued to play with the ends of her hair, observing the expression of the man opposite from time to time.

The complexion of the black-haired young man is really not good, but because of his good facial features, he will never give people a vicious feeling.

Childish to death!How can a man even compare with perfume?

Ciri slandered, but didn't dare to express it publicly.She begged him for a long time, and he agreed to travel with her until he had finished talking.This made her roll her eyes inwardly.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" She couldn't help asking, and there was another bump, Ciri almost poked the ends of her hair into her eyes.

"If you don't believe me, why are you making trouble for me?" Moriarty said wearily.

Shirley's eyes widened slightly, he made a number with his fingers, and retorted: "The main reason is that we have visited this street four times! I'm tired of seeing that little bronze statue outside!"

"Don't make me discount your IQ again, Ciri." Moriarty raised his wrist and tapped his fingers on the dial, "It's about time."

"What are you talking about?" Xili murmured that it's not good to be violent in the car. Although he had already tightened his grip on the group leader, he still held back the desire to blow him up, and focused on Georgiana first. On the body, "What time is it?"

As soon as her words fell, the carriage came to a sudden stop. She was startled by this sudden behavior, and she let out an "ah", and her body fell forward uncontrollably. If this person was not Shirley, then maybe About to fall headlong into Moriarty's arms.

But Xili won't let this kind of incident happen, and it's hard for her to imagine this kind of thing happening again.At this moment, she quickly made a difficult movement—she didn't support it with both hands, but lifted one leg upwards, and stepped on the opposite wall with one foot.

By the way, he also stepped on Moriarty's head.

A molecule called embarrassment in the air was rapidly devouring oxygen, and Ciri felt as if he was suffocating.

But she was thankful that the quality of the carriage was very good, and she used all her strength. If her boots poked a hole in the siding, she felt normal.

And the other gentleman in the carriage looked even worse. He looked at her strangely, and slowly raised a hand from the hem of her gray skirt, around her ankle, and touched her skin inadvertently. There was a pause for a few seconds.

Then, he stretched his arms farther, leaned forward slightly, brushed his chin against the hem of her skirt, hooked his fingers on the metal buckle on the small window, and opened it completely.

The evening wind that rushed in swept away a little of her embarrassment.

"You didn't get any shock, did you?" Ciri said exaggeratedly, "It's all because of the sudden braking. You have to ask your coachman what happened? Did something happen?" Cramping calf, began to change the subject.

"It's a little scary. I almost thought there was going to be a murder in the car." Moriarty's expression just now disappeared, and he still spoke in a strange tone.

Ciri laughed dryly, adjusted her mentality and wanted to continue to deepen the topic of "what happened to make the carriage brake suddenly", but at this moment, there was a scream from the silent street!

The two looked at each other. Moriarty opened the door first, and Ciri moved quickly, slipping out from under his arm.

Because she recognized the voice!It was Wickham's voice!

He's around here!

She held the hem of the skirt with both hands, regardless of whether her legs were still twitching due to the excessive force just now, and carefully identified the source of the sound.

"Who will save me! Damn it!"

When she waited until she wondered if the voice might be a hallucination, Wickham spoke again.

She was surprised and delighted, but now they found their whereabouts. Moriarty's ability is sometimes so powerful that it is terrifying.But she was puzzled again, and couldn't help thinking—Wickham is asking for help?What are they encountering?Is someone chasing debts again? !

If he dared to take Georgiana to some underground casino!She must kill him!

She turned her head and called out to Moriarty with her eyes, but the latter stretched out his finger and pointed in one direction, she immediately understood, grabbed him and ran to that place!

Wickham is not afraid of any problems with her, the key point is that Georgiana must not make any mistakes!

They ran into an alley, and in this alley, only the occasional raindrops falling from the eaves told her that this was not a static picture, it was not surrounded by several big men like when she met Wickham before.

"Is there someone to help me! Anyone is welcome!"

Wickham's voice came from behind another narrow wooden door. She hurried over and found that the door was unlocked. She hesitated for a few seconds, knelt down and drew her dagger from the heel of her boot, and pulled Open a door.

The room was too dark, she could only see the flickering oil lamp on the table.

Only Wickham, but no female voices?

Judging by his urine, could it be that the debt collector has left?Wounded him, perhaps, and took Georgiana? !

"George Wickham!"

She couldn't dawdle any longer, kicked the door open, and yelled into the room: "Where did Georgiana go?!"

And after her roar was received by Wickham, that person was like a kind of surprise that had finally come: "Shirley?! Come and save me!"

"Where's Georgiana?!"

Who is going to save him? !

"Don't worry about Georgiana, help me loosen the rope first, my hands hurt so much—" Wickham wailed in despair, and she heard a few creaking and creaking sounds of poor-quality wooden bed boards, and she frowned. Frown.

"Let's light the lamp first." Moriarty groped on the table for a long time but couldn't find a match, so he could only let him take the burning oil lamp to light other lamps around.

"Aren't you a smoker?" Ciri asked casually, "I thought smokers always carry matches with them."

"Is this the point?" Moriarty asked her back, the movements of her hands quickened a bit, and the lights gradually illuminated the entire room.

When she saw the state of Wickham, Ciri thought it best to turn off the lights.

"What's your situation?" Shirley slung his face, one hand was on his waist, and the other hand held a dagger and poked the thin mattress again and again.

As far as she could see, the rescuer's hands were tied on both sides of the bed, his body was clean and he had nothing on.

Oh, there's one pair of panties left.

"Let me go!" Wickham's voice turned into tears, and his body kept rolling back and forth, "I feel like my hand is going to break off!"

"Where's Georgiana?" Ciri walked to the head of the bed, tugged on the thick rope, and secretly sighed how tight it was.

"You let me go first and I'll tell you—oh! I say I say! Georgiana ran away by herself!" Wickham was halfway through his request when Ciri hit him on the head with the dagger handle. "She, she lied to me!"

"What do you mean?" Ciri didn't understand, and subconsciously glanced at Moriarty, who just shook his head.

"She, she said she loves me! She gave it to me willingly! And then! At this moment, she knocked me out! As a result, I woke up and was tied up here!" He kicked his legs a few times in despair , "Georgiana! Not weak at all!"

Ciri blinked quickly, her brain was digesting whether the very heroine Georgiana that Wickham said was the delicate and cute little girl in her memory, during the few years she hadn't contacted them, What earth-shaking changes happened? !

"Isn't that what you deserve? The letter said that you confessed to her first." Moriarty looked at him disdainfully.

"Yes, I confessed first! Well, I deserve it! Help me untie the rope, I am also a victim!" Wickham nodded repeatedly, and was greeted by Ciri with the hilt of his knife again.

Ciri was angry and helpless, so she could only cut the thick ropes with a knife first.

"Where did Georgiana go, do you know?" she asked, pointing the blade at him.

"What are you doing, Ciri!" Wickham shrank back, rubbing his wrists, "Of course I don't know where she went! She even lied to me!"

"You're taking her to elope! You took her to London! Now she's gone! Isn't it your responsibility?! How are you going to explain it to Darcy?! Letting a 15-year-old girl alone in a strange place How dangerous is it to lose familiar places? Besides, it's night!" Ciri almost wanted to put a dagger on his neck, but was stopped by Moriarty.

"Wait a minute, Ciri. The situation has changed, take a look at this." Moriarty handed her a note, "I picked it up on the ground."

Ciri took the note with a puzzled expression, and she could tell that the handwriting on it was exactly the same as the letter Darcy had given her, and it was from Georgiana.

"Because my brother is too protective, I can't do what I want to do, so I can only make a bad plan. I hope my brother will forgive me. I want to go to the outside world to see more, and I will come back soon. I will do it once every half a month. To you. Love you Georgiana Darcy."

Ciri read in silence, believing it to be genuine Georgiana's own handwriting.She suddenly remembered that Georgiana had been interested in science since she was a child, but there were very few female scholars, and women were not allowed to enter public schools.

She had only shared this little secret with Ciri, and had rarely mentioned it since.

But it was too reckless to run away from home in the way of "elopement", which completely added hidden dangers to Darcy and the whole family.

It is impossible for her to understand.Is it really because Darcy's desire to protect is too strong and suffocates her?

Darcy is indifferent by nature, and he always sticks to what he believes in, even a little stubborn.

They should have a good talk, but this scandal is a fake and a blessing in disguise.But Georgiana's life safety also needs to be worried!

"No one knows where she went," Moriarty raised an eyebrow. "She certainly doesn't want any of us to know."

"Then what should we do? Will Darcy...won't accept it?" Ciri was worried, rubbing the note back and forth with her fingertips.

"You're so free, Shirley." Moriarty raised the corners of his lips and said contemptuously, "With such an attitude of caring for your old lover, why don't you consider that your boss is still waiting for your finished draft? "

"..." Shirley's eyes twitched, "Stop mocking me."

"Stop talking nonsense," Moriarty went straight to the door and looked at her sideways: "I've already settled this matter for you, now I'll send you home, and I'll give you a new contract tomorrow , let's go."

"Okay, I get it." Shirley sighed, thinking that this was the only way to go. The same woman, she still supported Georgiana in pursuing her dream, but she was still worried about her safety.

"Hey, wait a minute! Ciri!" Wickham behind him tried to walk towards Ciri while putting on his clothes, "Well, about your dowry..."

"Get out of here!" Ciri touched the oil lamp with his hand, let it fall on the trousers scattered on the ground, and lit it.

"Ciri!!! You crazy!!!"

Ciri walked towards Moriarty without looking back, ignoring Wickham who was behind him trying to save his pants.

"Your wickedness is outrageous." Moriarty chuckled lightly, clapping his hands slowly.

"That's really not as deep as yours." Ciri stretched her waist, "If the things you did when you were young were written into a book, it would tell people that 'criminals' childhoods are all mirrored'."

"Oh, then you are really right."

"Okay, I really want to go back and continue to be squeezed by my new boss and write a good book." She stuffed the note into Moriarty's hand again, "You help me to Darcy, tell her Georgiana's dream is Being an academic might give him some peace of mind."

"You really never forget it." He said slowly, pretending to be strange.

Moriarty's coachman waited for a long time, finally heard the voice of his master, got down from his seat quickly, and opened the car door for them respectfully.

"What do you know?" Ciri stepped up and sat down immediately, "Some things are worth remembering."

But Moriarty didn't come up for a long time. He raised his head slightly, but his eyelids were drooping, as if he was thinking about something.

"what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about what things between me and you are worth remembering."

Ciri looked at her condescendingly. At this time, her pupils were also lowered, and the light in her eyes was shining. The two of them remained silent for half a minute.

"Go home first." Finally, the two said at the same time.

Since they had found Wickham from the East End, Ciri might have taken a hot bath by the time Moriarty got out of the carriage.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw a petite figure looking up at the second floor of his house.

"If you want to see him, you can go up and have a look now. He is sick because of looking for you, but he is not so sober." Moriarty walked to her side and said coldly.

"No, James... I just wanted to see you."

The girl took off her hood, and her long black hair hung down.