[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

The people in the arena were dumbfounded at first when Professor Durand suddenly coughed up blood and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, there was a scream in the crowd!

"Quiet! Be quiet—let me take a look!" Another middle-aged man with a kind face stepped forward to maintain the scene. He walked up to Professor Durand and knelt down on one knee to conduct a simple inspection of him.

His complexion sank, his eyebrows mixed with gray and white frowned, and he told everyone: "Professor Durand, he has suffocated to death."

"He..." Ciri, who was among the crowd, hesitated to speak, she took a step back subconsciously, and glanced at Moriarty again, only to see that he also looked puzzled.

But her mind was running at high speed—Durand was standing in the middle of the hall, just dead?

There must be something wrong, Ciri lowered her eyelids, trying to connect what she saw.

——Thinking about it now, Professor Durand has been speculated to be dead by the Holmes brothers, and they identified Moriarty as the murderer.

And Moriarty is by her side now, and he hasn't even moved a step since Professor Durand started to walk in the middle. It is impossible for him to have the opportunity to do anything.

As for the others present?Professor Durand was almost at the same distance from everyone. Just now he focused people's attention on him, and she did not observe other people's movements.

"You're scared?"

Moriarty's voice came from her side.

He reached out to wipe the few drops of sweat from her forehead, waiting for her answer.

"My mind was within a few blows of a complete breakdown."

"Then let's go back, this is definitely not going to go on." Moriarty's heart is absolutely invincible, his tone didn't fluctuate too much, and the hand that was attached to Shirley was in his arms, and he followed the trend Turn around with her.

"Wait a moment!"

The man's loud cry made Ciri stand still in fright. She turned her head and found that the gentleman with a kind face was walking towards them at a fast pace.

"You can't leave!" He stopped in front of Moriarty, "The cause of Professor Durand's death cannot be determined, and everyone present can't leave."

"I don't think you just said that you were suffocated to death." Moriarty lifted his chin slightly, "I see you are... oh, Professor Robert, you are very famous."

"You look smaller than your portrait in the newspaper, and you are much better than us to write such a thesis." Shirley thought he was kind before, but now he felt that his smile was hiding a knife.

Why did anyone who took the initiative to talk to Moriarty mean something against him?

"Ha, do I need to remind you again that you announced to the police how he died?" Moriarty paid no attention to the meaning of his words. "Make way for the lady, Professor Robert."

"But it doesn't confirm that Professor Durand died of his own cause, or... homicide? Am I right?"

"You suspect... us?" Moriarty pointed at Ciri slowly, and only to himself, as if he had heard the funniest story ever.

"Not at all, Mr. Moriarty." His face pulled down, and he couldn't look as gentle as before, "I think Professor Durand attacked your point of view vigorously before, and you have every reason to do so, don't you?" ?”

"There are many people who want him to die, Professor Robert." He said kindly, "For example, you, I heard, his daughter died on your operating table, you went to court together, and you compensated him Not much. Afterwards, you have revenged each other many times—oh, have you paid off the money you owe him?”

He suddenly realized that he pointed at Professor Durand's corpse, and sighed: "So you were the first to touch the corpse, did you leave any traces on him?"

The surrounding guests were in an uproar, and all of a sudden they pointed their finger at Robert, but now this person was not as strong as before, sweat began to break out on his forehead, and he rubbed his hands uncomfortably.

"Could it be that I was right? Mr. Robert, you are a little bit less capable of framing the blame." Moriarty chuckled lightly, patted the back of Ciri's hand reassuringly, and lowered his head close to her ear Bian said: "This is Hope Robert, a famous surgeon who became famous this year, but he has to bear the disadvantage of being surrounded by other people to perform surgery on him. However, it will not take too long. It only takes 30 seconds to amputate a limb. "

"That's too creepy," Ciri replied.

She knew that the medical discoveries over the years tended to be extreme. Although it was called "surgery", it was like a slaughterhouse, filled with the screams and splashed blood of the subjects.It is said to be a doctor, but it is actually a god of death.

And the fun-seekers pay to watch.These days, the operating room is made up of cold-hearted doctors, tragic patients and curious rich people.

Those who can survive are the lucky ones, such as that Miss Durand, I don't know what she experienced on the operating table.

Thinking of this, Shirley was glad that she had always been in good health and had never suffered from any illness.In her memory, there was only one time when she broke her leg while riding a horse when she was a child, and she recovered without any sequelae.

"You're spitting blood!" Robert's face turned pale with anger, and he was trembling as he spoke, "We haven't sent him for an autopsy yet, and you don't have any evidence to accuse me!"

"Calm down, Professor Robert." Moriarty said blankly, "Did I say something that you must be the murderer? You're putting the murderer's hat on yourself like this, I can't think of you performance in the operating room."

"I didn't!" Robert retorted immediately, coughing heavily, "I don't like to be misunderstood by others! My original intention is to tell you not to leave until we check all the cups and food in the venue for abnormalities and eliminate irrelevant ones. What if he ate or was poisoned?"

"...I don't think it's necessary to have all of them. So many tableware, do you have to send an 'absolutely impartial' team on site to check? Many people use these things. If there is a problem, There will be a new victim." Shirley's veins were throbbing from his entanglement, and she really wanted to yell "You're fucking endless", "The method you said is not reliable at all, it's better to Specially check the things he has eaten and the wine glasses he has used."

"Yes, yes." Robert was completely disturbed by the current thoughts. He wanted to smear Moriarty, but he lifted a stone and hit himself in the foot. "It's time to check the key points!"

"But now, except for him, who can remember what cup he used and what he ate? Besides, the murderer can take advantage of the time to deal with those things." There was a little impatience in Shirley's eyes, but more It may be suffering, "Besides, you are now pointing the matter at homicide, maybe, some kind of illness happened to him—"

"No, I was his family doctor and he's been in great shape - you're right, there's too much stuff and too many people, and now it's going to be a scientific scandal It is!" He interrupted Ciri, which made her frown even tighter.

Did this man forget his manners when he was in college?Besides, he knew it was a scandal, and wanted to pour dirty water on Moriarty?How can this work!

The guests talked a lot, and there were many impatient voices. Since the death of Professor Durand has affected the meeting, they should go home!What are you still doing here?To be considered a murderer? !

"I know what Professor Durand used during his lifetime."

At this time, another person stood up. Ciri took a closer look and found that he was the waiter dressed as Mycroft.

Yes, he should have been observing Professor Durand!

"He was a little nervous. He didn't eat anything, so he drank a glass of wine—here, this is the glass." With a very bad expression on his face, he raised the tray with an empty goblet on it, "I just checked, There is no problem."

"How can you let us trust you? You can take a cup at will!" Robert questioned again.

"You are making trouble for no reason, sir," Ciri couldn't bear it anymore, she could completely trust Mycroft to have no problem, after all, they traced from England to France for this matter.

Mycroft!go out!Even went to France!

It was a sentence she couldn't even spell!

She stopped leaning on Moriarty and took a step forward, "You suspect this and that, isn't your suspicion the biggest? You touched the corpse first, and it must be classified as homicide. You just want to drag someone into the water." , isn’t it? What should I do to those gentlemen who have a sense of justice? As long as you stand up, you will definitely be suspected, am I right?”

The others echoed, and Robert felt ashamed again.But he insisted on proving something, he felt ashamed, and was speechless by a lady.

His face was flushed, as if he was racking his brains to think - say something again, this blame is all on his own.

"That's, that's him—by the way, don't you think you've forgotten something?! Chronic—chronic!" He excitedly raised his voice, disregarding his personal image in excitement, drooling visibly He came out, "Hasn't he been bragging that he has accepted a female student? Who would take a fancy to his research, maybe it's to seek revenge—he kept saying, what's the name of that student—Georgianna! She must be here today!"

He frantically pushed away from the crowd, searching for another woman besides Ciri.

— Georgiana?

Xili's heart was beating violently, and he could hear it clearly in such a noisy environment.

It should...not her?So many named Georgiana...

She clasped her fingers nervously, and glanced at Mycroft subconsciously, seeing that his expression was normal, and when he received her gaze, he asked "what's the matter" with lips.

"I found it! Don't try to escape! You are the murderer!?"

Robert's voice sounded again, and Moriarty quickly put both hands on Ciri's shoulders, feeling her jerk violently, turning her in one direction.

He bowed his head and whispered in her ear, "Look, there's another girl here."

She saw Robert dragging her towards them.

The struggling dark-haired girl was none other than Georgiana Darcy.