[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

"Um, you're...Mr. Moriarty, aren't you?"

According to the original plan, she should now be reading to the ladies at Mrs. Brandon's.

And Moriarty knew about it.

But she saw that Moriarty didn't see her surprise at all, but answered her doubts gently with an inexplicable sense of strangeness.

"You know me?" Moriarty tilted his head a little.

"Why don't you know me? Are you kidding me?" Ciri asked urgently. Just as she was about to report herself, her eyes slanted to the car window next to Moriarty. Her face was reflected—the woman in front of Moriarty was not "her"!

She squeezed sideways in front of the glass window, staring closely at the woman reflected: her oval face was gone, replaced by an apple face with a big circle of fat, thin and big lips, and the flesh on the face My eyes are also doubled in size!

It must have been the work of those two Sherlock Holmes!

She raised her arm, only to realize that it seemed like she had added a few catties of fat.

It must have been the work of those two Sherlock Holmes!But how do they do it?

Easy surgery?

She didn't even know that they still lit up such a skill...

Ciri patted herself on the forehead, reminding herself that now is not the time to think about it. Since Moriarty is by her side, she should ask him for help first!

"Moriarty, you may not believe it, I—"

Before Ciri could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by another loud cry.

"Professor Moriarty! Come here quickly! Professor Moseley told us to go to the dining car together!" A short, fat man with a mustache came out of the carriage not far away, and directed at Mosser Riati beckoned.

He responded immediately, leaving only a "very sorry, ma'am" and hurried away.

Ciri thought Moriarty might have considered her his admirer.However, it's been a while since they met again, and they keep seeing each other these days, but he doesn't recognize her?How difficult it is for people to change their habits!

But after thinking about it, she looks like this now, it's normal if she didn't recognize her.

Anyhow, when she got back she was going to write something wrong for Mr. Murray.

Facing the glass, she untied her long hair again, and slid it all over her chest, so that they could cover half of her face.

Now, we can only find Holmes first.

Either one will do!

She was quietly watching from window to window, but she walked two quarters, except for the box with the curtain drawn, there was no sign of a man surnamed Holmes.

"Miss, are you lost?" Just as she was thinking about finding another way, an attendant dressed as a waiter came up to her.

"Indeed." Ciri's eyes lit up. "I can't find my own box. I sat with Mr. Holmes."

"It's a bit difficult to find out," the attendant looked puzzled, but still said respectfully, "Do you remember which carriage it is?"

"My memory is very poor, I can't remember." Ciri lied, showing anxiety, "I urgently need to get back to Mr. Holmes,"

"Don't worry, I will help you." The attendant reassured her, and suggested another way: "Have you eaten yet? How about I take you to the dining car first, and then I will help you find someone. Maybe you are full." Now, Mr. Holmes is coming to see you."

"But..." She wanted to get out of the car and go home, and she wanted to apologize to Mrs. Brandon, "When is the next stop?"

"That's only available at the port." The attendant replied.

"Okay, you can take me there first, please excuse me." Ciri thought for a while, it would take a long time to travel from Greenwich to the port of France, she should listen to this attendant first.

When the attendants led him to the dining car, she did not see Moriarty, and certainly not Holmes.

The good thing is that her anxiety has improved a lot, after all, no one will have trouble with Fan.

"My kind lady, there are too many people here, don't you mind sharing a table?" When she was preparing to read the menu, another clear male voice came to her ears.

"No problem." She looked up at him, a little disappointed - the man's face was covered with freckles, and he didn't look very pleasant.

Forget it, if you still have this face on your face, don't even think about dating a man.she told herself.

"You are so kind." He expressed his compliments bluntly. "You haven't ordered food yet, have you? This train invites all French cooks. What do you prefer? I can recommend it to you."

"What? It's French food?" Shirley rebelled when she heard "French food". She put down the menu with a look of disdain, "I don't like French food, I want fried potatoes!"

So, Ciri finally smiled in front of a plate of seafood and potato chowder, but she still had to mutter "how can the French understand British food" in a low voice to complain about its lack of freshness.

"I believe that if it's not an important matter, you can't let you who have a British stomach go to France." The man opposite said slowly.

"I'm not going to France. I'll get off at the port station." She got angry when she thought of being "kidnapped". While scooping up her soup, her eyes occasionally glanced at the man's food across the street.

The way he holds the handle of the knife is a little different from others, and he always moves back a little.

After a while, another cup of tea was served, and he slowly poured the milk into the tea and stirred it casually.

Ciri asked suspiciously, "Sir, where are you from?"

"Yorkshire, what's the matter?" He cut off a bite of steak and chewed it before replying to her.

"I don't look like it." She sneered, "Don't lie to me."

"You can't make such guesses on your own, why should I lie to the lady I just met?" The man's expression froze, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Lying is common, let alone you," Ciri continued to sneer, "Are you right, Mycroft?"

"Waiter, pay the bill." He, who was called "Mycroft" by Ciri, immediately raised his hand and summoned the waiter.

"We are together." Shirley added, thinking that he must not be at a disadvantage!

The man ticked his fingers at her, signaling her to follow, while he raised his long legs and walked very fast, which made Xili trot unable to catch up with him.

When she got out of the dining area, she saw the man standing sideways with his arms crossed, his legs crossed, and he looked at her expressionlessly with his head tilted.

"So I guessed right, you are Mycroft?" Ciri stepped forward and wanted to slap him on the shoulder, but he deftly dodged it. She could only use words to vent her anger. Anger: "You bastard! What the hell are you and your brother trying to do!"

Mycroft, who dodged several attacks, hurriedly said, "Slow down your voice! What if you ruined the plan because of your loud voice?"

"What plan? What plan did you put me in?" She didn't give up, she wanted to reach out and tear off the skin on his face.

"Damn it, you're really in trouble." Mycroft put his palm over her mouth, dragging Ciri along the corridor of the carriage.

Shirley clasped his palms with both hands and made a whining sound, struggling hard, but the strength was so poor that it didn't work.

Suddenly, she saw the conductor who led her into the dining car!

"Um—" she continued, allowing the conductor to pay attention to her.

Who would have thought that he just glanced at her indifferently before closing the door of the carriage they passed by before.

what happened? !He was bought by Mycroft?

No, not necessarily!Both her and Mycroft's faces were not their own—this person, he might be Sherlock!

Ciri, who was being led by the nose again, felt deeply that his mind had turned into a mess, and he even forgot to continue wriggling to get rid of Mycroft, and he easily brought the rest of the journey into the original guest room.

And Sherlock, dressed as a train conductor, stood in front of the guest room, and nodded smilingly to his "colleague" who came to change shifts: "Let me do it today."

The two who entered the guest room immediately separated, like magnets of the same polarity, completely incompatible.

"Explain clearly, Holmes." Ciri stopped calling him by his Christian name, and her chest heaved with anger ready to burst.

"I thought you would wake up later, I miscalculated the dosage for you." Mycroft rubbed his sore wrist, lamenting that his exercise was really not enough, "I can only let Sherlock take care of you, no Made you run around—and anyway, how did you guess it was mine?"

"Does it need to be said? You can pretend to be casual, look what you have made of me?" Ciri patted her chubby face, squeezed and pulled, "Of course I never The discovery is yours, even the height has changed—but your habits have not changed, not to mention that your milk is always twice as much as others, mainly because of your habit of using knives and forks, you like to look backwards since you were a child Holding the knife and fork lightly, I guessed, could this be you? But you seemed to know that after I guessed it was you, you broke down emotionally and exposed it immediately. "

"Oh, then you still remember it clearly." Mycroft's lips trembled slightly, as if remembering something unspeakable, and he said strangely, "Unfortunately, I didn't break down emotionally, don't add so much emotional color .”

"Mike, you're still a little tender." Ciri pursed her lips and sneered, taking a full view of his gaffe.He collapsed immediately in the next second, pointing at him and questioning: "Say! What did you do to me! Where are my clothes!"

"Please, calm down, Ciri. We didn't do anything too much, and it was all handled by the maid." Mycroft comforted her and said, "We have sent someone to inform her about Mrs. Brandon's side. You are sick and can't go out for a few days, as for the clothes... I will pay you back."

There is not much difference between a temporary refusal and a broken appointment. Shirley was still angry in her heart. She held her mouth and said: "Let's not mention the past for now, what about now? Are you really going to take me to France? Is it possible... Something to do with Moriarty again?"

She recalled the conversation she had with Brother Holmes before she fell into a coma, adding that she had indeed met Moriarty again just now.Could it be that they thought they had some clues to arrest Moriarty?

And they will all have one destination - the "Lights of the Future" science summit in Paris.

Mycroft showed a rare expression of approval, nodded and said: "You guessed it right, Sherlock takes him very closely, but I have to say that my brother still needs to continue studying, and he is not the professor at present. His opponent, so I occasionally help him out—the situation is urgent, and you won’t believe me if I explain it to you, so we can only resort to this trick and use this method to send you to Paris.”

"Give me a reason why Moriarty wants to kill Professor Durand."

"Just because Professor Durand objected to Moriarty's binomial theory—many scholars hold opposing views, so I read that paper...it's really scary to cross the ages." He sneered, "In this regard, I really admire his boldness. He can make many scientists talk about discoloration-I think killing a leader can really serve as an example to others. If I were him, I would do the same, and I am really afraid of trouble."

Seeing Ciri's puzzled look, Mycroft sighed, and continued: "He has set up defenses everywhere, and it is difficult to directly catch him, or the evidence in our favor. But you can stop him. Although I Hate to admit it, but you do have a fatal attraction to him."

"Huh? You think too much, he is not interested in me, and I don't like boys younger than me."

fatal attraction?What are you kidding?

"It's because you think too much, I have absolutely no intention of love between men and women," Mycroft immediately changed his ambiguous tone, but he didn't explain clearly, "I'm talking about a kind of... What you want to explore, dig deep into yours—we are all men after all, and I understand it well."

Ciri rolled her eyes, and said inwardly, "You know what a fart!"

"Even so, what if I declare that I will always believe in Moriarty? I personally disagree, and there is nothing you can do about it." Ciri raised her head neither humble nor humble, "Are you planning to tie me up and threaten Moriarty?" ?"

She felt like she told a joke.

"Of course not. Speaking of this, if you don't want to, we can't help it." Mycroft's attitude was unexpectedly gentle, and he said relaxedly: "When you arrive at the station in a while, you can get off I'll give you enough money to go home—I'll give you a little more, please take it as our apology."

Then, he took another deep breath, and said something that caused Ciri to have mixed emotions.

"However, Professor Durand will definitely die in this way. You can wait to read the news for a few days."

Ciri turned her head and met his gaze, "You're threatening me like this."

"No no no, I didn't. I just told you the ending, and waited for your choice. You can stop Moriarty and solve the problem perfectly. Or choose to go home and wait for his death." He put his hands Standing upright with trouser pockets on, perhaps people born with high IQ have a colder attitude than ordinary people, and Mycroft is the same. They never regard this matter as a threat, but just dissect the truth and show you a bloody look look.

Then, just wait until you agree with his tone.

He raised his chin slightly, and said lazily: "Please tell me, are you thinking about 'Is Moriarty a bad guy' or 'Will Professor Durand die'?"

"Do you know why I broke up with you in the first place?" Ciri didn't answer his question first, but threw out a question by himself.

"You wanted me to play with your little sister at the time, but I didn't want to go. You asked to break up." Mycroft answered eloquently.

"That's right, but now I have to add one more thing—you never take my feelings into consideration." Ciri showed annoyed expression, puffed out her mouth, and let out the air again with a "poof", "Okay, tell me what you plan to do. Let me do it."

"It's very simple, keep an eye on him, Ciri." Mycroft said such stupid words in such an inscrutable way that she was stunned, which made her burst into laughter.

"Let's not mention that you are too sure about my attraction to him, but you won't forget it? My face is not my own now, oh, mind you, I just met Moriarty, and he doesn't recognize it at all. Come out to me."

"Have you seen him?" Mycroft frowned. "One wrong step and one wrong step made things more difficult."

"I told you, he didn't recognize me." Shirley thought that he didn't understand, and repeated one sentence emphatically.

"That's the trouble, he definitely recognized you." He sighed and told her: "Don't come out of the room until you get on the boat, we will pick you up again, remember, only when we come can you You can leave."

Even if Shirley was ten thousand unconvinced, he could only nod his head in agreement.

Moriarty was misunderstood by them thousands of times in her mind, but she kept repeating that if Professor Durand was really dead, she would definitely feel guilty for not doing her part.

She was bound by the idea of ​​emphasizing social morality, thinking about whether Moriarty was a criminal or not, and doing what the Holmes brothers said.

She sat on the bed in the guest room, fiddling with the buttons on the cuffs in every possible way, and then sat in front of the dressing table, looking at her face.

It's amazing, this face can't be torn off if it doesn't use great force!

It would be great if they could give her a more beautiful face!

She rubbed left and right, feeling the realistic touch, thinking that this could also be used as an element in a novel.

Even Mr. Murray can disguise himself!

When her inspiration emerged, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and at the same time, there was a sudden brake, and just like that, her face smashed towards the mirror!

She wailed and complained, and opened the curtains to find out, but it was completely dark, and she didn't understand the situation outside.

At this moment, the door of the guest room was knocked!

"Ciri."

The man said softly.

She opened the venetian blinds on the door and window, and the face opposite was strange enough, but it was Sherlock's present.He was no longer dressed as a conductor, but in a clean white shirt, standing there quietly, waiting for her answer.

"Has the train arrived at the port?"

"Yes, I'm going to send you to the ship now," he smiled, "it's like smuggling."

"Did you dress me up like this to facilitate smuggling me?" Ciri said angrily, reached out to open the gate and let him in.

"Honestly, I'm about to give up, thinking about the long boat ride—how long are we going to be on the boat?"

"It won't be long, Shirley." He tilted his head and lowered his eyelids slightly, "It's probably just a short sleep."

"Sleeping on a boat is not so safe." Ciri shrugged, "I was prone to seasickness when I was a child."

"Of course I know, so I prepared this for you..." He started to rummage through his pockets, "Ah, found it."

"How do you know?" she wondered. "It's Mike—"

In an instant, the man covered Shirley's mouth and nose with the items in his pocket at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye!

"rest--"

Before she could speak, she fainted again.

She limply collapsed into the arms of the man, and when the man touched her body, she trembled violently, and then threw her on the ground, showing a look of disdain.

He squatted down, pinched her fake hypertrophic apple muscles, and snorted.

Ciri swore that if she believed in the Holmes brothers, she would gain a hundred pounds.

She couldn't figure out the situation at all now, as if she was in a box the size of a person, with only one small hole for air exchange.

Her hands and feet were bound and she couldn't move.Even his mouth was tightly sealed.

She was walking, no, the box was placed on a vehicle that was most likely a carriage.

—Wait, she couldn't really be kidnapped, could she?

——That person is indeed Sherlock's cross-dressing, didn't she agree to let her get off the car and get on the boat?Why use this dangerous method again?

After struggling again to no avail, she decided to diverge her thinking: that person was not wearing a conductor's uniform, and even said he wanted to smuggle her into the country. Could it be that he was himself? !

But will anyone really use a real person or a passenger as a cross-dresser?

Or, there is another person in the car who can change clothes?

Help, with such a rare skill, there are three on one train? !

It wasn't that she had to speculate on others, she had already been influenced by the Holmes brothers, and Moriarty's name popped up in her mind -- that's right, he knew her name was Ciri!

But didn't he not recognize her at first?Sure enough, as Mycroft said, he recognized it, but didn't say it?

Shirley felt that her brains were no longer worthy of playing with the three of them with high IQs, and she really wanted to yell why you did this!

But somehow, she somehow believed that Moriarty wouldn't do anything to her... right?

She's still writing a book for him, it's totally unnecessary!

Suddenly, the box she was in was moved by someone!Another salty smell of sea water came in from the loose gap of the box!

Looks like she's really starting to be at sea now.

That Professor Durand, can she not be saved?She regrets it, okay?She wants to go home!Moriarty, come on!She has to go back and write a book!I compliment you well!

Unfortunately, Moriarty couldn't hear her inner calling, so she started her trip to France.

After she fell asleep, she scolded the three men who brought her to this end eight hundred times in her heart, and by the way, when she conceived two revenge short stories about how they were killed by her, her box was opened again. Moved!

This time, she felt that she was in a carriage again, bumping fast on the road.

She was tired and exhausted, and she couldn't scold or beat her anymore.

France is so scary, I really want to go back to England!

And she didn't know that the one driving the carriage was one of the ones she scolded.

His face was displeased and full of haze, he flicked his horsewhip, and rushed to his hotel in France in a disturbed manner.

He was dissatisfied in his heart, how could Shirley believe the words of those two people!

Didn't he give her enough?He also—respected her!As long as she wants!He allowed her to achieve her goals in her own way!

Oh, although it was he himself who put her in this situation.

But...it's not out of his control, is it?He can't control his body, someone else is always manipulating him!

She has just tasted his sweetness, and now she is going to seek refuge with other people?How could such a good thing happen.

He recognized her right away, she was always unique compared to other people - at least in his eyes.

Under that fat body was the Ciri he was cultivating and bound.

He was a little unhappy at the time, and the voice in his heart told him that he should directly shut her up in his room and give her a hard education.

"Be a gentleman, Moriarty."

you shut up.

Lo and behold, the other him inside him was talking again.

If he really did this, no one would do anything to him.Only the damned astronomy professor interrupted him, lucky her.

Who brought Ciri up here?He guessed it was Holmes, who had started chasing him a few months ago, as if he had fulfilled his life's dream by letting him go on a business trip.

Even so, he was still a little too tender.

Thinking of this, he felt very funny again. Could it be that this time, with his elder brother, he could influence him to do things?

Mycroft Holmes, he really hated him.Is it possible for a high-ranking politician to dream of his people?

I made those things, as if I thought no one would know how to do it.

He rarely gets involved in cases, but this time he made an exception.It was not difficult to ask someone to deal with the college student, and he was spared. After all, this might become a new round of accusations against his brother, always brainwashing the unsteady Ciri.

Immediately afterwards, he planned a simple emergency stop, using that face, to pick up Ciri.

When she touched him, he really couldn't help trembling. It was really not some kind of love, but disgust.

Because of that damn past, he must hate her.

Alas, he really despises, hates and tolerates her at the same time, the same atrium is filled with colorful and chaotic emotions.

When he arrived at the hotel, he ordered someone to carry the box into his room, and after making gestures with the decorative sword in the room, he picked up the letter opener and opened the box.

When she saw the light again, she whimpered and swayed her body excitedly.

Her face had been restored by him to its original appearance, her pupils were dilated, her face was full of panic, her long and curly hair was scattered in a mess, which aroused his joking heart.

"Good morning, Ciri." He held up the saber in his hand, and saluted her as a gentleman, "I was just told to behave like a gentleman."

Suddenly, he suddenly stabbed her with his saber!

He stopped when he was only one centimeter away from the tip of her nose, and he saw that her emerald green color was gone—she closed her eyes tightly and trembled all over.

He was a little pleased, he found that he liked this kind of thing, and even Ciri was becoming likable now!

"Ciri, don't be afraid..." he coaxed her in a low voice, "I can do better."

His next move was to slash her face with a knife!

She had no pain, let alone her hands, and the cloth strip over her mouth was cut in half!

"Stop playing—stop playing!" She became hoarse. "Untie it for me, Moriarty!"

"But Shirley, you are very dissatisfied with me." He shook his head, his good-looking facial features showed an aggrieved expression, "I am so kind to you, but you always turn to others."

"How could I—did your others mean those two Holmes? I've been explaining to them—you may not believe me, but I've been coerced by them, James!"

— Moriarty stop being mad!Why is he as crazy as he was when he was a child!

Up to now, Ciri can only betray the other two men - after all, their plan didn't say that she couldn't go back on her word, did it?

"They said you were bad, I don't think so! I always thought you were good! But they dragged me to the guest room and locked me up!" Ciri tried hard to distort the fact that she was almost done, "You were the last one to come in, right? ? You have also seen that I have been unable to get out, and I was still thinking about Mr. Murray! I still want to carry forward your excellent spirit!"

Moriarty laughed suddenly, and threw the saber in his hand, causing it to slam on the tiles of the hotel with a loud clang.

Ciri calmed down a bit, and was just about to make persistent efforts, but Moriarty made another new move.

He actually straddled his legs and got into the box!

But this box can only hold her alone!

This puts Moriarty almost straddling her.He looked at him condescendingly, his black bangs were docilely touching his smooth forehead, his pure blue pupils dimmed, but he showed a very innocent smile.

If he wasn't much taller than her, she would think that his intelligence had shrunk.Coupled with his own bewildering dimples, it seems that he is otherworldly at this moment.

He pinched her chin and said sarcastically, "Shirley, look at your lying tongue."

"I'm not lying!" Shirley really wanted to act like a carp, but she was so tired that she had to continue to please him under him, "Release me, I'm exhausted. I was pulled by them Come on, now you are angry again, have you reached the stage of admitting mistakes when you were a child again-I suffered from you, I can only say good things, and vice versa. I don’t know if you still eat this, but forgive me How am I, Jamie?"

If he is a genius!He must be a half-mad genius too!

Get out!Get off her!

No matter how much she scolded in her heart, she still put on a lovely and pitiful expression.

However, she looks really cute now.Her moist eyes were full of tears, and her lips were bloodless. Looking down, her neckline, which could not have been lowered, was faintly visible due to her movements.

He stretched out his hand, and it can be said that he carefully pulled the hair around her neck aside. An inexplicable phantom appeared in front of his eyes, creating an unprecedented fantasy for him.

He underestimated the astonishment he had, and could only quickly choose to deny it. He told himself that what she said was hypocritical and disgusting, and he could even choose to cut off her tongue.

But in the end he didn't do anything, he lowered his body slightly and untied the rope tied around her hand.

He stepped out of the box again, watched her eyes drift towards him and paused for a few seconds, he was still panting and uneasy on the surface, but he knew that she knew in her heart that she had succeeded in her scheme, and began to celebrate the victory.

Ciri rested motionless for a few minutes before untying the rope around her leg.She clasped the edge of the box with her fingers and turned out of it using it as a support point. This time she really fell limp on the ground.

"Jamie, give me a hand." Her appearance on the ground was so pitiful that Moriarty had no choice but to continue to follow her wishes.

He pulled her up, almost like holding her half in his arms.

It's ridiculous that she still has to ask him for help!

"Are you tired?" He asked softly, as if it wasn't him who pointed the knife at her just now.

"What do you think? I don't even know what time it is, and what date it is-are you in Paris now?" She hummed a few words as weakly as possible, trying to win the slightest sympathy.

She heard Moriarty answer her one by one: "In Paris, I will have a meeting with those professors soon. If you are very tired, you can wait here for me to come back, and then I can take you to eat delicious food." of."

"I don't, I want to follow you." After confirming that Moriarty had returned to relative normality, she still chose to call him by his nickname to flatter him: "Jamie, I don't like French food."

"I didn't say to eat French food." He curled his lips, "Then you'd better prepare quickly, I'll wait for you."

After taking a quick shower and rearranging her attire, she and Moriarty rushed to the venue.

Although she was exhausted, her heart was still hanging on. Would Professor Durand have a problem with the party Moriarty attended?

"What do you think of those who object to your thesis?" she asked tentatively. "Do you also socialize like we do?"

"Why, you're starting to be interested in astronomy and mathematics?" Moriarty tilted his head at a small angle and raised his eyebrows at the same time.

"I'm interested in social activities! Besides, I'm going too, I'm doing my homework. If you are all talking about that, don't I look like a primitive person? If you tell me, I can help you refute a few words, I hate people the most!" Shirley found an excuse and said it without changing his expression.

"It's okay, I said you are the person I brought, they won't say anything." Moriarty also responded with a perfunctory attitude.

Unable to come up with words, Ciri was bored the whole way.

Fortunately, when she finally couldn't hold back her words, the carriage stopped.

"Professor Moriarty, long time no see!" A heavy male voice appeared when they got off the carriage, and Ciri recognized him. Isn't this Professor Durand? !

"I don't think I've seen you at all." Moriarty said coldly, looking completely unprepared to give him a good face.

"But in the newspaper, we do meet often!" Professor Durand didn't feel the slump in the atmosphere at all, so enthusiastic that she felt that this was Moriarty's real admirer, right?

"That's the truth. You like to target me very much when it comes to experiments in the field of scientific research." Moriarty evoked a smile that seemed to force him to grin when he heard a bad joke, and it collapsed in the next second Go on, "You look very much looking forward to meeting me."

"Of course, as soon as I heard that you were here, I immediately came out of the hall! No, I'm going to prepare my opening remarks soon!" When he spoke, his beard was blown up. The proud and self-satisfied look was a little funny, "By the way, who is this?"

Before Moriarty could speak, he had a knowing expression on his face, "Is this your female student? To be honest, I also accepted a female student recently, and she is very knowledgeable about my theories. interested."

Ciri was so uncomfortable listening to him, as if he was showing off something.

Moriarty let out a long "ah" and dragged Ciri into the hall without saying a word.

"He's as annoying as his theories." He shrugged helplessly until he couldn't see Professor Durand.

"It's very interesting to see you professors acting strangely at each other." Ciri teased, but her eyes began to wander around. She really wanted to know that she had changed from the Holmes brothers to Moriarty. If they wanted to "stop" Moriarty Riatti's words should also appear...

So will they show people with their original faces?Is it still the same as before, or has it changed again?

"Would you like some tea?" A waiter appeared in front of them and began pouring an apparently excessive amount of milk into the cups on the tray.

"Oh no, I don't drink tea with too much milk—"

In the middle of Xili's words, her heart trembled suddenly, he was reminding her!This man is Mycroft!

They must be coming!

She understood that the plan Mycroft spoke of was here, and that he had calculated Morrie