[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"It's really Georgiana's note... Could it be that Wickham forced her to write it? I don't quite believe it..."

The young man was dressed in a thick robe, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.He just recovered from his illness, and was shocked by the words on the note, so he could only sit on the sofa in the living room and mutter.

"When we found Wickham, he was tied up on the bed by Miss Darcy and couldn't move. I think he shouldn't have the ability to force her."

Moriarty on the opposite side was wearing a black suit vest, with a thin gold chain trimming from the shoulder to the breast pocket.He rested one leg leisurely over the other, leaning against the fireplace by the sofa.

"...I'm still to blame," Darcy sighed, rubbing his brows, trying to accept the fact, "Since my father passed away, I have been too strict with my sister and didn't take her thoughts into consideration. But she is still like this Xiao, what should I do if I encounter any danger outside?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not a qualified detective, I just want to help Ciri." Moriarty refused to answer this question, "But I think Miss Darcy must have a lot of courage to make this decision, maybe you should Trust her."

"No, Mr. Moriarty, if my sister was a few years older, I wouldn't be so worried. The key point is that she is only 15 years old now." Darcy leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, with a worried expression on her face. "I have always spoiled her and know her habits. Besides, she has no servants around her, and I don't know if she has enough money. I am really worried."

"Oh, I understand you, I have a brother too." Moriarty continued his words falsely. Finding her is like looking for a needle in a haystack, but it's better than asking around in England to let everyone know that Miss Darcy ran away from home, don't you think?"

"She wants to go to France?! Oh, yes...she told me before, but I didn't agree, it's too far away, it's still France." Darcy was shocked because he vaguely knew where his sister was. Joy made her pale face blushes, "I have to try, since she wants to learn about science subjects, she should start from various university towns—hope she doesn't encounter difficulties along the way."

He took a sip of hot tea: "That's the only way to go."

Darcy stood up, feeling much better, "Thank you very much, Mr. Moriarty! Oh, by the way, I have to thank Ciri too. Without her, I didn't know there was such a powerful person like you in London." Where's the detective?"

Moriarty also stood up. He had no plan to send Darcy to France before last night.After all, he was half-merciful—it is painful for an Englishman to go to France, and it is worse to have two Englishmen going to France.

Now he feels that it is better to make this suffering double.

"However, I never knew Ciri's address—strange to say, after Wickham kicked Ciri out of her house without authorization, she seemed to have evaporated, and we couldn't find her everywhere, even I just heard about her recently." He gritted his teeth and said, "Wickham is such a jerk. His father has been the housekeeper of my family before, and he is simple and kind. But his son has such virtues. If he hadn't inherited the Byrd family property, I guess he would have been living on the streets, doing some sneaky business-yes, this scumbag will never change his mind, and he will attack my 15-year-old sister!"

I don't know why, but he only grasped the word "address" from so many of his sentences, which made his tone unknowingly eccentric: "As her old lover, shouldn't you be closer? Who else can she tell if she won't tell you her address—the ashes can be revived."

"Mr. Moriarty, you can't talk like that," Darcy was suddenly a little annoyed by Moriarty's strange tone, but when he talked about Ciri, he always had mixed emotions in his heart: "I and Xili It's a thing of the past, now, we are just ordinary friends. Before this incident, I didn't need to inquire about her address. "

Moriarty, of course, caught his hesitation when he said "ordinary friends", and remembered the dozen or so pieces of paper he had torn up, and now he wanted to throw them into the fire in front of Ciri.

He pretended to regret and said: "Then it's a pity that she didn't take the initiative to tell you."

Even if Moriarty helped him find clues about Georgiana, no one could stand his current grotesque tone, let alone Darcy?

Darcy squinted his eyes and looked at Moriarty. They were about the same height. He regained his usual arrogance and raised his chin slightly.Suddenly, he figured it out, and smiled sarcastically: "I understand, I completely understand——you like Ciri."

The corners of Moriarty's eyes twitched, and his expression twisted unnaturally, as if he had just heard an extremely difficult joke.

"You're joking, sir."

He just wanted to make sure Ciri wouldn't be influenced by other people.

"You have no reason to help me—at present, as far as I am concerned, you are not a man of justice, and you didn't want to help me from the beginning. Your occasional help came from Ciri's plea, and then you used another Paper contract to bind your identity with her, you can’t make money, after all, I can give more—and now, because I just mentioned Ciri’s address, you can hardly sit still.” Darcy started My own reasoning, "Perhaps, you think that her current status is hardly worthy of you—"

"I advise you to stop your speculation." Moriarty interrupted Darcy, with an extremely ugly face, thinking that he had been greatly insulted.

"Mr. Moriarty, you are indeed a rare and powerful person." Darcy said with a smile, "Unfortunately, you have not yet won Ciri's favor."

Moriarty's plans had changed again now, and he really wanted him dead.

But just after the entire perfect crime process appeared in his mind, there was a knock on the door of the living room.

The servant led Ciri in - he decided that next time he would not leave any order to the servant that "ciri can come in and out as he pleases".

"My God, you are all here!"

Moriarty saw that she had an exaggerated stupid expression as soon as she entered the living room, but, coupled with the royal blue off-the-shoulder long dress she was wearing today, it seemed that her current appearance was only closer to eccentric.

She cradled the doorknob in one hand and a stack of manuscripts in the other.

"You must be cured, Darcy—you look much better."

Moriarty thought: Still too stupid.

"Thanks to you and Mr. Moriarty's care, I really look radiant." He nodded to Ciri.

There was an inexplicable feeling in Shirley's heart that there was something in his words.

"Hey, Moriarty!" She greeted Moriarty with a smile, "I'm here to sign my contract!"

But at this moment, Moriarty just looked at her indifferently and said nothing.

Don't you want to go back on your word? !Shirley had a bad premonition in her heart—she should have watched him draft the contract last night!

Ciri hurriedly asked: "You must have forgotten? You told me about today yesterday."

Moriarty's tone maintained a sense of alienation from her: "Of course I haven't forgotten, Ciri, I've been ready for a long time."

As soon as he finished speaking, his servant opened the living room door again, and she took a document and handed it to Shirley.

"I knew you would never forget, you have always been...smart." Ciri took the contract and boasted casually, and even Darcy could hear her perfunctory attitude, not to mention Mori Artie is gone.

Shirley flipped through two pages casually at first. There was not much written in the contract, so she put the manuscript on the sofa first, and looked at the meeting in front of the two, "Why are you standing there all the time? Are you taller than anyone?" ?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the two young men sat down in response. Moriarty looked at her with an expression of "how could you think so", while Darcy folded his arms and snorted disdainfully.

"I brought the manuscript." Shirley ignored his expression, thought for a while and decided that it would be better to communicate with the boss first, and sat next to Moriarty, "I brought the manuscript, the second story has already It's almost written."

"What did you write?" Xu Xili's action of choosing to sit beside him pleased him, and he began to be willing to continue talking to her.

"I thought about it, and felt that the incident you escaped last time was very story-telling, so I wrote it out with a bit of comedy. By the way, I don't know yet. How is she doing now?" She was asking her When he is curious about something, he always leans over slightly, pretending to be thirsty for knowledge.

Moriarty involuntarily leaned back a little.In his heart, he despised Ciri for being very good at what he likes. After all, he is still a professor, how could he reject a student who is full of curiosity?

What's more, she reached out to pull the broken hair behind her ears, and her puff sleeves rubbed against his shirt with her movements.Occasionally she blinked when asking questions, highlighting the thick eyelashes and showing a lazy style.

"I just asked Parker to take her to the police station, nothing interesting."

Fortunately, he has always been good at lying.He won't let other people know that he feels half strange about him.

"Oh, I wish she could understand that this has nothing to do with you at all, it's terrible." She tilted her head and murmured.

"I don't have too many demands on those people—speaking of which, I think a certain gentleman should go?" He changed the subject, and began to point at Darcy who looked at the two with a teasing face, "Now Are you not afraid that your sister will be in danger?"

Darcy's face darkened when he was named. It wasn't because of Moriarty's eccentricity this time. He was annoyed that he was really wasting time. He really should return quickly and get everything done as soon as possible to find Georgiana.

When he left the stage, Moriarty himself thought it was difficult for him to communicate with her normally because of the presence of a third party.The strange thing is that when Darcy left, he became even more awkward.

Darcy's words affected him so much that even this level of exposure made him sick - he thought the scent from her clothes gave him goosebumps.

But she herself did not know.

Ciri was still eagerly urging him to read her manuscript, she propped up the sofa with one hand, and talked to him nicely—it was rare for her to be so gentle, after all, she had sunk into the depths that Moriarty had given her. those interests.

"You can write whatever you want." He tried to maintain a simple smile to cover up his restlessness, "I encourage free play."

"It's really free play." Ciri giggled, wondering if Moriarty would find it inconceivable to see the second half of the story, "I'm very satisfied, I don't know what the readers think."

"Readers will like it, I believe in your writing level." Moriarty said hypocritically.He thought of the "Princess Diaries" he read yesterday, "You have improved a lot now."

"You should read it." Shirley frowned slightly, and stuffed the manuscript into his hands. "Not only do I want to write it, but you also have to read it responsibly and give me opinions. Otherwise, what is this? You want to publish it." Why are you not interested in my book, which pried me out of Paul?"

"That's enough, Shirley." Moriarty's whole body repelled Shirley from approaching him like this. He couldn't resist her serious look, so much so that he put a finger against her forehead and pushed her to the opposite side. A safe distance for him.

"Shirley, do you know? Your seriousness is really unbearable," he pretended to be helpless, "I will watch, but not now, I have a lot of things to deal with."

"Ah, it's indeed my fault. I forgot that you're very busy." Shirley wanted to start talking about how hard it was for him to bear, but after hearing the second part of his sentence, she still calmed down, "Here Let me have a pen, I'll sign the contract, and I won't disturb your work."

For the rest of the time, she obediently read the contract again and signed her name seriously. Then she raised her eyes and found that she and Moriarty's eyes met. She asked: "You have been looking at me just now. Is it that I don't dress up well?"

"No," he immediately denied, and casually threw out a guess, "A banquet?"

"Yes," she fiddled with her puffed sleeves, put her chin on her crossed fingers, and winked at him, "I'm leaving right now, I'm going to read to Mrs. Brandon and the ladies .”

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and said, "You seem to be well integrated."

"It's all thanks to you," Ciri said politely, and began her parallel praise, "You took me to the art exhibition and met Mrs. Brandon, oh, and you inspired me to write a new book, you are me Lucky star, the first reader of my second story—”

"You can stop, Ciri." Moriarty waved his hand to stop her, he finally knew how she came up with such a weird metaphor, didn't he do it when he was a child?

She didn't feel embarrassed when Shirley's self-satisfied praise came to him. She just chuckled and said goodbye to Moriarty.

But what she didn't expect was that on the way to the banquet, she was stopped by a young man—he said that he was not familiar with him, but he couldn't say that he was shallow.

There was an imperceptible hint of excitement on his young face, but it was more filled with anxiety.

"Oh, Sherlock! Why are you always acting as an uninvited guest? Are we so destined?" After she finished speaking, she felt a little regretful, and her tone sounded very much like teasing each other, so she had to remedy it: "If I take a carriage, you Maybe you won't meet me."

Sherlock pursed his lips, "No... If," he paused, he started a new sentence, "I don't want to bother you all the time because of his affairs, but the situation is urgent, Together we need to stop Moriarty."

"what?"

Ciri froze.

"Did he deduct points for you again?"