[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"Are you saying he's going to kill this respected professor? Louis von Durand? How is this possible?" Shirley put on an expression of disbelief at Sherlock's words, pointing her finger at a character in a newspaper Portraits, while newspaper headlines read "Future Lights" Science Summit to be Held in Paris."

"Did you want to talk to me last time, and you always wanted to ask these things—impossible! Don't speculate on him like this!"

She tossed the newspaper aside, thinking how could Sherlock talk nonsense in broad daylight?

Besides, she is now in a contractual relationship with Moriarty, written in black and white, and the salary has not yet been paid, how can he let his reputation be discredited!

"You see, I said she wouldn't believe it."

The person who spoke held on to a silver teaspoon, raised a jug of milk with the other hand, slowly added it to his teacup, stirred it, and watched its rising heat.

"It's really hard to convince a person that one's acquaintance is a heinous criminal." Sherlock sat on the other side, putting his hands on the arm of the chair.

"But now you make me feel more like a prisoner."

Shirley's gaze shifted uncomfortably from side to side, and he took a sip of tea to suppress his irritability.

Part of the reason is that she was drawn to the Diogenes Club, which is full of people with cold personalities who like to be alone, and they are almost not allowed to speak anywhere. In this kind of club, a lady in bright clothes walked in, always It will make people look sideways.

And the other part is that the two brothers' scrutiny also made her inexplicably uncomfortable. It's fine to say that Moriarty is fine, but why treat her like a prisoner?If you think there is something wrong with Moriarty, go catch Moriarty!

"Then you think too highly of yourself. If my brother hadn't dragged you in, I wouldn't want to see you at all, trust me." Mycroft took a sip of his tea and put the teacup on the tray, "I've always Hate trouble, and you are trouble."

"Then please shut up."

Ciri snapped back unceremoniously, and jumped up from the chair again, "If I have nothing else to do, I'm leaving. Do you see this outfit? I'm going to a party!"

"The clothes you rented don't fit you well," Mycroft said bluntly, pointing to the puff sleeves on her shoulders. "With that, your shoulders look twice as wide."

Shirley rolled her eyes, decided not to quarrel with him anymore, and walked straight to the door, ready to leave.

"Why do you trust Moriarty so much? Don't you think those things are weird?" Sherlock also stood up with a questioning tone.

"Why do I trust Moriarty? He is a university professor, his profession is respected, and he is my boss—you, Sherlock, a college student, have never put your mind to this major! And you, That eccentric Mycroft, who is a government employee, drinks tea in the autistic club every day—I have to ask, how can you convince me?"

Ciri crossed her hips and glared at the two with a look of "you two are freaks".

This indeed made the Holmes brothers frown at the same time.Indeed, they were never normal people.

But to be honest, after Ciri pointed it out, Sherlock turned to Mycroft and said with a look: she didn't think of you as a freak before?She had been blind since she was a child.

Mycroft responded with a "shut up" warning.

"I didn't want you to believe me." Sherlock ignored Mycroft's eye knife and said to Ciri again: "You just need to trust your own heart. I told you so on the way here. Much—from the death of Elsa at the Savo Theater to the death of their new Venus, Moriarty has nothing to do with it."

"But every case has been solved: Elsa committed suicide. And the showgirl, she imagined that her brother was killed, and she wanted to kill Moriarty!" At this point, Ciri's voice It came to an abrupt end.

For some reason, she started an unstoppable association with these three things.And the key person in these three incidents is actually Mr. Moriarty who seems to have nothing to do with them.It was Moriarty who solved Elsa's case, and the location of the second falling incident was very close to Moriarty's office, and the singer wanted to kill Moriarty because of this... ..

If you think about it carefully, Moriarty does have some strange things.

But his weirdness didn't last for a day or two.

And he has sufficient alibi, he returned the victim!

According to this logic, isn't he also a suspect?

Ciri thought of something again, and asked Sherlock with doubts: "I don't know if you found out, the showgirl who assassinated Moriarty has been locked up in Scotland Yard. I don't think you should ask Ask her, come and ask me instead."

"Don't you know she's dead?"

What, she died? !

"That's right, and it wasn't Scotland Yard. How do you think she was put in Scotland Yard? She never got in." Sherlock went on to explain: "She was found thrown in the river, her neck was bruised. It was broken, and her face was swollen with blisters. I can no longer recognize who she is. Just by looking at the clothes on her body, I can still tell who it once belonged to."

Ciri was taken aback.Because it was what Moriarty told her, the showgirl has been sent to Scotland Yard!

Why would Moriarty lie to her?There is no reason!

Is it really what they say?Moriarty was involved in the whole thing?

But why would Moriarty do this?He has no hatred against them at all!

"This is what Moriarty told you?" Sherlock's face brightened, as if he was sure of victory, "I just said, he will definitely show his flaws in front of you."

Ciri was inexplicably displeased, "It cannot be completely concluded that it has something to do with him, after all, his coachman handled this matter."

"Oh, his accomplices," said Sherlock, with a laugh. "Very well, very well, so that all is clear—my brother, shall we set off?"

She felt that Sherlock was inexplicable, as if she had distorted her meaning, and muttered: "I didn't mean that, I mean, if the coachman killed someone, it can't be concluded that there is something wrong with his master——OK Come on, whatever! If you decide something, go ahead and check it out, the result will disappoint you.”

"It's time to go, get it done early, I really don't want to go abroad." Mycroft stood up and tapped the dial twice with his fingers, "The train will leave in 10 minutes."

"Time is enough." Sherlock continued, and after finishing speaking, he took off his uniform jacket, unbuttoned the cuffs, and rolled up the sleeves.

Although Ciri didn't understand the connection between his movements and their departure to catch the train, she pouted: "Then I'm leaving, I hope you don't come to me for this kind of thing next time, I'm also very busy."

"Wait a minute, Ciri!" Mycroft stopped Ciri again, looking at the second hand on his watch, "Five, four—"

Ciri was really going to get angry, she spoke louder, "Don't bother—"

She suddenly felt dizzy, without any time to react, she just passed out!

Fortunately, Sherlock caught her and kept her from falling face-on to the ground.

"You'll recite it later." Mycroft shrugged and poured the tea on her seat.

Sherlock didn't speak, and supported Ciri with both hands, his eyes widened slightly, expressing the meaning of "otherwise, why did I take off my coat just now".

Ciri was woken up by the deafening sound of the train whistle, her head was still aching, she could only rub her forehead again and again while observing the surrounding situation.

This is a guest room, or a guest room on a train.

There is a big red carpet on the brown wood floor, on which there is a single bed, a dressing table, and a straight hanger.

She was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that she had been tricked by Brother Holmes!

There is something wrong with that cup of tea!

She's going to settle accounts with the two of them now!What's the point of bringing her into the train too? !her party!Will Mrs. Brandon forgive her!

As soon as she stood up, she found something even worse - her clothes had been changed!

She is now wearing an elegant black dress, with a metal bustle weighing the second half. Anyone who knows the business can see that this material is expensive, making her walking extremely inconvenient.

But that's beside the point!Her original clothes are gone!The last people she met before she passed out were two men!

And that dress is still rented!To lose money!

While taking off her pannier, she cursed Brother Holmes eight hundred times in her heart.The hair was loosened again and combed into a lower bun.

She opened the door of the other compartment, poked her head out and looked around.

This should be a luxury car, but there is no train attendant on guard.

The train rumbled and bumped, and Shirley barely stabilized himself by holding on to the door frame.

The last rays of the setting sun outside the window dimmed a bit, and a lot of raindrops had already landed on the glass, making a crackling sound.

——The most urgent task now is to find the two of them.

Damn it, she doesn't know where she is going now!

She knocked on the left and saw a man who was walking in the opposite direction to her. She held up her skirt and trotted to him and asked, "Sir! Please wait a minute! Do you know where this train is going? Where are we now— —”

She didn't finish her sentence, because when the man turned to look at her, she took it all in.

Mo, Moriarty? !

How could he be here!

"Miss, didn't you board the train without knowing where you were going?" He looked at her and said funnyly, "We are going to Paris now, and we have just arrived in Greenwich."

He doesn't know her anymore? !

What happened during the time she was unconscious? !