[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"You flatter me so much, Miss Darcy."

Although this was just a simple polite remark, Moriarty's tone was distinctly colder, and there was imperceptible indifference in his eyes.

Obviously, the lady on the opposite side didn't feel the alienation, her throat rolled up and down, and she said, "James, you know? That George is stupid! I just give him a few glances occasionally, and he falls in love with me!" "

Moriarty remained silent, and did not make any movements to express his thoughts, but just listened quietly.

"Then, I hinted..." she said, her eyes full of desire for praise, "he really led me out, you fool, I believe anything. I know you let the carriage in Signal me from outside, five times, I know it! I tricked him into doing the kind of thing he always thinks about, and it was very simple, and I escaped."

Moriarty, as usual, drew a long tone of interjection in his response.

"Ah...you did a good job." He said unhurriedly: "You'd better put your hat on in case others see you, it will cause me a lot of trouble - your brother is still at my house Woolen cloth."

"Oh, indeed." The girl immediately took the hood back, looked around with her almond eyes, "I don't want to cause you trouble, after all, it was the words you published in the newspaper that inspired me, I think You have no idea how excited I was when I received your reply—I wish I could be like you, a famous scholar, and have my opinion published in the newspapers."

"Georgiana, did you bring that thing?" Moriarty still didn't respond to Georgiana's long speech, but started another topic.

He reached out to her from his trouser pocket, and the latter hurriedly found an exquisite thick-leather book from his luggage, "Of course! We agreed, didn't we?"

Moriarty took the book and turned it upside down with one hand, only to see "Summer Memories of Fitzwilliam Robinson Henry Darcy" written on the front and "Healy New Age Shakespeare" written on the back ·Princess Pursuing Happiness · Presented by Bird".

After reading Ciri's long list of self-proclaimed titles, he finally showed a mocking smile.

"Ah, this Miss Ciri was my brother's before...how should I say, lover? I don't know if they have confirmed their relationship, but they were always together at that time." Georgiana saw Moriarty's eyes lingering behind her for a long time, and then Thinking that he was not very familiar with the name, he began to explain.

Moriarty didn't answer, just nodded and put the book under his arm.

"It's getting late, Miss Georgiana." He knocked on the carriage like a door, and his unfriendly-looking coachman stepped down, with whiskers around his face making him look like a bear. .He opened the carriage door and bowed respectfully to Georgiana.

"Parker, take this lady to the pier."

Georgiana stepped on the carriage with one leg, turned her head to Moriarty and said, "By the way, James, if, I just said, if I went to France to meet Professor Durand, he would definitely not deny me as a His student? I mean, my letter of introduction..."

Georgiana's admiration for him was partly due to her longing for the profession, partly due to her natural fear of the strong, and she needed courage even to raise the conditions, and in the end, the more she said, the less imposing she was.

"Of course I won't forget, Georgiana." Moriarty took out a well-preserved envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket, and handed it over, "The task I entrusted to you has been completed, and there must be your reward. Just get ready, you deserve it."

"You are really kind, James!" Georgiana has long forgotten how she wrote "I really want a letter of introduction to Professor Durand" in the letter, but Moriarty never responded to her This request, she just touched it like a baby, and stepped into the carriage again, "My brother is reluctant to part with me, and doesn't want me to study abroad. Only you encourage me, and I will definitely work hard!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the car door was closed by Parker, and he jumped into the front seat, only to hear the sound of the whip, and the wheels of the carriage began to roll again.

Moriarty completely ignored how Georgiana waved goodbye to him with tears in her eyes while laughing in the car.

He just walked back home quickly, and as soon as he entered the house, he was obsessed with the book and quickly flipped through it.He originally wanted to find some needed clues by feeling in this book, but this book is not thin, and finding what he needs is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack-this makes him only start from the first page .

Nothing more than that, he was sure that his feelings for Ciri were nothing special, as long as he used her again and knew the truth back then...

But when he turned to the third page, he was a little restless.

Let’s not talk about the hypocrisy of the content written by this happy princess, such as “the high-spirited young man has been worn away by time”, and what adjectives are there that can’t be counted below: “But that girl, Fanghua is still the same. , still so pure, kind, and beautiful..."

She also kept a record of when she got up several times a day, what time she went to see Darcy, and what games she played.Even how many cards are taken in the card game, what are they, and who wins and who loses must be clearly written...

Moriarty felt restless after reading this kind of broken book.

What's even more ridiculous is that when she was a neighbor with him, she seemed stupid, as if there was no place in her brain to store memories. Why did she evolve when she was with Darcy?

"Ah... why do you have to write clearly about kissing, Shirley, you are so disgusting."

At this time, Moriarty was already squatting at the door, reading Ciri's "autobiography" for half an hour.His fingers clamped a certain position in the book, and then tore them out of the book together.

These pages respectively describe the kissing scenes Shirley believed, corresponding to "Darcy and I kissed in the sunset", "Darcy and I kissed at the door", "Darcy and I were having a picnic". It's time to kiss" etc.

At this time, Ciri's words became blunt and stiff again. Darcy must not be good at kissing, Moriarty thought.

Suddenly, as if he had seen something important, he stood up abruptly, walked quickly to the study, took out the dark blue pen in front of the desk, and took out the notepad he carried with him, pointing to the text on the book. Text, quickly copying them down on the other side.

He began to draw lines in these few paragraphs with his own unique way of thinking.He read it silently several times, but he couldn't think of the reason why she wrote it like this—in Shirley's seemingly fragmented words, no matter what kind of game she was playing, she would inexplicably point out three numbers every time, for example, when she said she was playing cards. I got three five nine.And in the game of hopscotch for self-entertainment, she would also say that she had to jump the fifth square three times first, and then jump the ninth square three times.And in the rolling ball game, these three numbers must be specifically stated...

He sort of understood: every time Ciri wrote those three numbers, her father was always there!

This makes sense, with Virgil around, he has always been a shrewd businessman—

This seems to be a coincidence, but in fact, after further scrutiny, it is more like a code.

That's right, his starting point was not wrong!Old Byrd must have been hinting at Ciri in the sidelines to get her to keep bringing it up.

What a cunning and cunning man, where did he hide the truth?How to decipher the password composed of these three numbers?

It's a pity that even Moriarty was helpless when there were only three numbers as clues. He recalled the nightmare Shirley told her, but it couldn't be directly connected with these three numbers.

Some of Ciri's writings had to be found again, and she had to be relocated to him--the latter not difficult, as long as a contract was signed with her.

But the previous ones were more trivial.He had sent someone to search her home, and the bibliography he found was meaningless, so he had no choice but to start with her ex-boyfriend—speaking of which, how did she get the stink of writing books for her ex-boyfriend? Up?

Moriarty felt irritated for a while, and simply pulled out a piece of entertainment that belonged to him from the dark layer of the desk—chess.

After he laid out the chess pieces leisurely, he took the lead to draw the chess pieces from the opposite white chess pieces and take a step ahead.

"You are so stupid, Moriarty." He said inexplicably.

Then he started to play his own black chess again, retorting to himself: "You seem to have figured it out."

"We have agreed on this matter, and I will leave it to you. I am not responsible for thinking about this aspect." He made a piece from the white chess piece and played against himself.

"I have a lot of things to do, so don't always avoid them." Moriarty was full of sarcasm, his knuckle fingers tapped on the black chess piece, and after thinking about it, he made another move.

"My God, Moriarty, is it difficult to kill a few old pedants?" He put on a look of disbelief. "They are stubborn and judge our thinking. They should have died long ago."

Moriarty didn't start again, but just concentrated on playing chess. Gradually, the game entered a white-hot stage, and every move required a long period of thinking.

And just when he was about to pick up White's rook, the door of the study was knocked, and he briefly pulled away from the chessboard.

"come in."

The servant opened the door, handed over a letter, and walked out quietly.

The letter was not signed, the words were not good-looking, and the sentences were not fluent. It said——

Sir, what you asked me to do has been done: cater to Joachimna and run away with her.She always thought she was successful, but my acting was better.However, it is difficult for me to go to the army now, otherwise her brother will not let me go.Please forgive me for doing this, I have listened to you and done a lot of things...

After Moriarty finished reading without changing his expression, he picked up the pen and corrected the typos on the letter, folded it neatly, put it back in the envelope, and threw it into the furnace again until it burned out. , he turned his attention to the chessboard again.

He took the sunspot and took up his own question: "But I don't want to do this, James. I'm not an executioner to kill those who disagree with me."

In the next step, Bai Zi ate another black stone, and he smiled faintly, "You are extremely hypocritical, Moriarty. You are always better than me at telling jokes."

Moriarty's smile disappeared, and he pressed his thin lips tightly, trembling slightly.

He finally couldn't hold it back, a slight tremor came from his chest, and he put on a stiff, unbelievable smile.He kept that smile for so long that his pretty face became creepy.

"I did always play better."

He stretched out his slender fingers to clamp the black chess, took another step, and controlled the range of the white chess.

"Your lonely king is struggling, James."